The oddly normal life of Clorie

Its unbelievable. I would like to avoid being a broken record on my blogs, but DAMN time flies. Above is my baby girl. She's about 7 months old there. She relied on me for her everything. I was who kept her clean, fed her, healed her boo boos. She came to me crying when she was hurt or scared. Back then I was her everything. I was her whole world. Here is that same girl, not so chubby anymore. Not bald. I am no longer her life, she can make her own food, she cleans herself, and when she's hurt she doesn't cry. She doesn't come to me often anymore. She has friends that hear her problems, or issues. I am just a warm home to come to, a place to stay. I do still purchase most of the food she eats, but for the most part, she takes care of her self and no longer needs her mommy. Fifteen years ago. I was sixteen years old. I was about to give birth. I was scared to death of course. I had read what I should expect, and I felt that I was ready to be a mom. I had always wanted

 Just throwing that out there. I am a woman. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I laugh and often times, I am a bitch. I am an emotional roller coaster, I have hormones I do not know what to do with at times. So when I want to laugh, I laugh and when I need to cry I cry. NO one has the right to tell me weather or not I have a reason to be upset. I don't need a reason. I am a grown woman and if I want to be upset, well dammit. I will be upset.  Today was the last day for my co-worker of about 6 years. To go out with a bang I guess, she left pissed off at me. For something very meaningless yet once again. Go figure. I am SO glad that I no longer have to walk on eggshells for fear I might do something that will piss her off, upset her, or get her to call me a fat ass again.  The new girl I am training works really hard, and really is a team player. This is a new concept I am going to have to take a while getting used to... but I can already tell. I LOVE IT! Sure yesterday she forgot someo

 Today on the way home from school with the kids, Hannah was talking about how she'd like to be in either soccer, gymnastics, or softball. Bailey said if you could only pick just one, what would it be? Hannah said soccer. "Well if I were you, I'd choose gymnastics" bailey said.  "You know, I hate that saying...." Hannah said. Because if you were me you would want what I want, which would be soccer."  Not sure why but I found that super funny. She's so wise for her time.  I hope this is a promise, that we will get a summer this year :)

 I never knew, until I think Wednesday this week, that Saturday was the "end of the world" or the rapture or whatever people are saying its supposed to be. I think its funny that someone has said the world was going to end, and now the day before people are just taking notice. I mean last week, no one mentioned a thing. This week the whole place is going crazy. Either with people freaking out, or people making fun of the whole idea. Oh well, no point freaking out about it if you ask me. If its happening its happening. I highly doubt I am one of the ones who would be chosen to be pulled up at this point. I believe in God, and I do think I will go to heaven but I do not think I live my life closely enough to what God would want, to be taken up before the 7 year wrath and all that. I guess that is a horrible thing to admit, but I really think that very few people would be taken at this point.  So the end of the world upon us, I made some good money at work tonight. I was also

 Parenting comes along with some pretty embarrassing moments. Why would I take those moments and share them with "the world"? I am not really quite sure. I guess because its funny, and because I want to be able to remember this later in life. Perhaps to tell my grand kids the stories.  So the other night my husband and I were laying across the bed, I was on my tummy where Tim figured he could place his hand down the back of my pants and fondle my buttox. This already arouse questions for Bailey. "Daddy are you feelin' mama's butt?" YEP daddy announced.  So watching TV I notice that my butt must have stirred up some emotions in "little Timmy" I kind of poked it. So then big Tim, feeling proud I suppose gyrated his hips around a bit, flaunting "little Timmy" off a bit (still covered and all that) I guess BIG Tim forgot that Bailey was still in the room... "Daddy, are you having a BONER ?!"  That is life at home for now. On t

  Its sort of supposed to sound like the saying "If you build it, they will come" if you didn't get it.  it is not even summer break yet. The kids are already on my nerves. Some days I sit back and just tell myself that I cannot wait, for them to become parents, I will sit and just wait for my phone to ring, to hear about the horrid things the little monsters they are raising have done this time. I will sit and listen, and press mute while I LAUGH.MY.BUTT.OFF. Then I will offer to keep the kids for the weekend or whatever, and spoil them rotten and tell them stories of the rotten things their parents did at that age. It will be wonderful.  Lets see, the weekend started with the fact that I took the Friday night shift at work, for no other reason than to make Destiny's life miserable. I should have KNOWN she makes PLANS that night, and would need a ride. Of course I was giving her a ride, before I would have to be at work, but that was gay because it was so early a

 Lately I have felt sad. Like crying for no reason. I can't though. I can never cry for no reason. Someone always wants to know what is wrong and why. Everyone thinks there has to be a reason for someone to cry. I think sometimes... You just need to get it all out. Sometimes you just need to cry, even if your not sure of the reasons why.  Mothers day was a rough day. I felt unappreciated, as usual. That got better as the day wore on. It was still a rough day. I wanted to cry for Tim, who no longer has his mother to call and wish a happy day. I wanted to cry for my mom, who does so much for everyone else, but never puts herself first. Then for some reason I found myself thinking about my dad... Jim.  From as early as I can remember, Jim was my dad. I called him daddy, he was there when I fell to pick me up. He took me to the mall on the weekends and McDonalds. He let me buy a toy at the toy store, but not before I sat with him at the book store first. He learned quickly my feet

 It has got to be close to "my time" because pretty much everything is getting on my nerves. My kids, my husband, my phone, my job, my glasses, my contacts, you name it, its irritating me. So if you were planning on a visit, you might want to hold off a week or so!  So starting Monday our boss was no longer at work. We have a "newbie" who has apparently been manager at many (MANY) places, but not worked for us longer than a week. This makes for interesting mistakes, of course since he's been a manager, he already thinks he knows what he is doing, but the simple things, like what sauce goes on what sandwich are still new to him, and although its understandable, I already warned its my week, so it bugs me. He follows the other manager, who is there training him around, telling him stories. I hear bits and pieces of several. About managing bars, bar fights, quiznoes, Ryans, and other places he's worked.... BLAH! As pizza is out of the oven waiting to be cut,