The Irony of Smashed Potatoes

BLEH!

I think mashed potatoes are disgusting.  They make me gag and want to vomit.  But surprisingly, I can make the most heavenly mashed potatoes.  Maybe it's because I'm so completely unbiased?

I've been with M for nearly 11.5 years and he's never had my mashed potatoes.  Subsequently, neither has E.

Tonight, E wanted mashed potatoes for supper.  I reminded her to use the homo milk, rather than the skim. She looked at me funny and told me that she didn't plan to use milk at all.  Me, being the mashed potatoe connoisseur, I was shocked!  She asked me if I would finish making her mashed potatoes.  I obliged, with much enthusiasm.

I boiled them until falling apart.  I crushed them a bit with the mixer, poured in homo milk, added a wad of butter and salt & peppered to visual pleasure.  Then I whipped them with the electric mixer, until they were visually pleasing.  I scooped them out of the pot into a big red bowl.  I stupidly tasted them on the way to delivering them to E.  Now it's all I can taste in my mouth, and I completely want to gag!  Gross.
E, on the other hand, is in heaven with her whipped/smashed/creamed/mashed potatoes!

GUESS WHO CALLED?!

I don't even know where to begin.

Well, E's birth mom is a crazy whore face bitch.  I actually refer to her as Whore Face behind her back.  So, for the sake of this blog entry, I will refer to her as WF.

For the last 3 years, WF has not sent E any Christmas or birthday presents.  Barely called and never wrote. WF claims that it's too expensive to mail presents, so she'd wait until E went to visit her in the summer.  So, even though E's bday & xmas are in December, she'd not get anything until July or August the following year.  My whole thing is, that a stamp cost $0.57 or something and it's quite easy to send a gift card inside a birthday card... or even shove 10 bucks in the frickin' card.  Christ, you don't even need to send anything but a card, just so that your child knows that you're thinking of them!  If you're that damn cheap, go get a card at the Dollar Store... or draw one on a scrap piece of paper.  Bitch, put some effort into it!  Your child will appreciate ANYTHING!

M & I have been struggling financially, and have not been able to buy plane tickets to send E to see WF.  It's just too expensive!  E, has also not really wanted to go see WF, because there's so much drama, and E has never been able to hang out with her friends here in summer, or go to summer camp, so she decided to stay home this summer.   WF did not take it well at all.  She literally disowned her child.  She swore at her, and hung up on her.  What mother does that to their child?  E was 12 years old when this happened!  E was so distraught.  M and I cried and cried and cried over E's broken heart.

The Mama Bear in me is on fierce watch right now.  Every fibre of me wants to protect E from WF breaking her heart again.  I am E's mom now.  I am the one who wipes away her tears, I am the one who encourages her, I am the one who listens to her, I am the one who buys her new clothes, shoes and school supplies, I am the one who takes her to the doctor, who fixes her boo-boos (yeah, she still gets them!), I am the one who plans her birthday party, who takes her to the movies, who gets a headache from E and 5 of her girlfriends screaming and playing, I am the one who sat through High School Musical 3 and the Twilight series, I am the one who signs her permission slips, who deals with her school, who goes to parent/teacher night.  I am the one who is present, who is there.

I love E with every millimetre of me.  She is mine.  I am her mom.  I need to protect my child, but how do you do that against her birth mother?

Anyone can birth a child.  Not everyone can raise one.  Anyone can be a mother.  It takes a special breed to be a mom, mama, mum, mommy...

I think I've fallen in love...

No, wait.  I know I've fallen in love!

Hello, my pretties!

FYI: these are the Bianca 140mm in jade

"It's Not A Puma!"

I haven't blogged in a while. I've been having migraines. I've been getting them most of my life, and have dealt with them as best as I can.

The longest migraine I've had was 5 days long. I remember just laying in bed for days, just miserable and praying for it to end. The only time I pray is when I have a migraine; and I don't even know who I'm praying to!

I've been to the ER several times to get an IV for rehydration (a major cause of my migraines is dehydration), I've had Gravol and demerol shots in my bum. Those are great! You can still feel the pain, but you're so fucked up, you just don't care!

Up until 3 weeks ago, I hadn't had a migraine in almost 2 years. They went away during my first 6 weeks of pregnancy and came back with a vengeance recently. In the last 3 weeks, I have had 3 migraines. Each lasted about 2-3 days with one day of hangover afterwards. I think I'm trying to stave off a fourth migraine right now. I'm not sure what's going on.

Before I was pregnant, I used to tell M that it felt like I had a tumour. Trying to make me feel better, he'd adopt an Arnold Schwarzenegger accent and say "It's not a toomah!" (tumour). Then he'd go further with the joke "It's not a puma!". This is a quote from the movie Kindergarten Cop.  M brought the joke out of retirement.  I do giggle every time he says it.

Some actual Nephew info

I talked to my nephew's case worker today for about 20 minutes.  The baby daddy is fighting for custody, and there was a 3 day trial for it last week.  The three days of trial were not enough to reach a decision, so it's been continued.  It probably won't be back on the court docket until May.  For now, my nephew is still with his foster family (the same one he's been with for almost 2 years).

The baby daddy apparently has a sister who may be interested in adopting my nephew as well, but like me, would not want anything to do with baby daddy or my sister if that happens.  I told the case worker to keep my info and to call me if and when it gets to that point.  She said she'd keep me apprised of the situation, even though she doesn't have to.

So that's the news.




Photo by: "D Sharon Pruitt" 


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