Crazy Crazy Lady

These kids are driving me up a wall!

I’ve said it before, nothing makes me realise how wonderful my son is until I have to take care or interact with other peoples’ children. My son is a saint! HAHAHA.

But in all seriousness.

I’m so beyond sick of my friend’s kids it’s impossible to even fathom how much restraint I have put upon myself in order to not throw things against the wall or hurt something. That might sound harsh to some people… especially the “all children are god’s gifts” sort of people… However, I’m not one of those people.. I’m also not one of the “all babies are cute” people, come on, seriously, some babies just looks like aliens, oompa loompas, goblins, and various kinds of ugly animals. That’s besides the point right now though. These little girls… mainly the older one – STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL. I basically hide in various parts of my house so I don’t have to deal with them. On Friday and Saturday I got 3 months’ worth of laundry (mainly blankets and towels) done because I was hiding in the laundry room!!! Well, needless to say, my husband is ecstatic! (haha) 😉

I won’t be watching them much longer, especially not for the amount that I imagine my friend will be paying me, which supposedly she doesn’t get paid until the 5th of December.
Seriously? Do people actually go that long in between checks?
I’ve never heard of it. I have a slight inkling that I won’t really be getting anything out of this babysitting gig and that it’s all for naught.

The thing I DO like about babysitting, is that it’s made homeschooling a lot more fun, during the morning, from about 10-1 I do school with my son and the middle girl, A. They’re both 4 (I think S is about 6 months older), so I just make doubles of all the worksheets we work on for the day and we try to get one project done per day. The kids kind of compete, so I think it makes school more fun for both of them since little kids are sociopaths and like to show off how awesome they are.

But the older one? Yeah, I’m going to have to get up the guts sometime to tell her mom, “I can watch the younger two, no problem,” but she’s going to have to figure out something for the BRAT. I’m so FREAKING TIRED OF HER BS!


The More The Merrier?

As you know I’m babysitting my friend’s girls now, and I’ve discovered that babies are like a minefield! If one goes off there’s a chain reaction and every one blows up! Other than that, today went off without a hitch. A wasn’t crazy about her mom going to work, but she picked a movie to watch and her and S watched that for about 20 minutes before they decided to go play outside. Then they colored, and S was starting to drive me nuts so I decided he needed to do schoolwork.

Well, it wouldn’t be fair if only he had something to do, so I made copies of his worksheets and gave her some work to do as well. She’s about 6 months younger than S and a middle child, so she doesn’t really get as much attention as her evil older sister, or the new baby. This also means she doesn’t know as much so I’m actually doing a lot more teaching than just reviewing like I do a lot of the time with S. I think she really likes coming over because she gets a lot of one on one attention with me. (She’s such a sweetheart honestly!) We counted, named and colored shapes, learned to write “a” and “1”, and did a drawing maze. Later on we made leaf leis, I think I got the idea for it from here and decided to use paper leaves instead of apples. Anyways, the kids had a blast and A loved having something to show her mommy when she it was time to go home. I’ll try to update with pictures of S’ autumn leaf lei tomorrow if I remember.


Tomorrow I have the two younger girls again, then on Friday I have the younger two until 2p then the older (evil) one when she gets off of school, around 2 – until 7p. It’s going to be a LONG day, almost 12 hours!! Especially with the 5 year old, I honestly can’t stand that girl, she’s so bossy, condescending, smart-a$$ little… she’s a kindergarten bitch to be truthful about it. Luckily, I think hubby has Saturday off this week (he get’s one day off, every other week), so hopefully we’ll still be able to go shopping or something after the girls leave.


4 Months Old!

Z is 4 months old today! I can’t believe how fast time flies, it really does.

Yesterday we tried sweet potatoes for the first time! She loved them and didn’t even spit it out once, until she got tired when we ate again later on.

I feel like I’m definitely not taking enough pictures, and I don’t want my baby to grow up so fast already.

birthday months

Crazy Kids

I think I updated about how my friend wants me to babysit for her while she’s at work.

Honestly, I thought there would be more talking about it before I had to do it, but yesterday was the first day. Surprisingly it went a lot better than I expected. If it weren’t for the fact that the oldest one doesn’t go to school on Mondays, it would have been totally good. The oldest sister is just a straight up brat, no other way to put it.

Ok so it was better than normal when I have watched them before, or when S has gone over to play with them when they used to be our neighbors. I ended up printing like 100 coloring pages out for them to color, and the rest of the time they played out in the yard digging in the garden, then after supper I got them to sit quietly and watch Christmas cartoons for the last hour and a half, get them calmed down and about half passed out before their mom got back, haha.

I don’t think I would ever want 5 kids, but it’s kind of good to know that I can handle that many at once!

Babies are like a time bomb though. One cries you pick it up and feed it, then the other one starts in…. Twins I don’t think I could do.



Republican Hippy – All about me.

I’m a young conservative. I’m crunchy… sometimes all the way to granola. I’m poor. I’m a mom.

I have crazy strong opinions on a lot of things. I am for the most part an attachment parent.

This is just a little too much about me that you don’t really want to know anyways.


I believe that sexuality doesn’t matter, people are people, but I don’t give a rat’s ass if gay people get to marry or not. Mainly because I’m not too big on marriage in general. If gay people want to be as unhappy as everyone else, that’s their personal problem and they should be allowed to make the decision. No, I’m not going to sign a petition to help them achieve this goal. I try not to sign anything, ever.

I like guns. Period. Endofstory. I was loading shotgun shells by the age of 4 and I can’t remember ever not owning my .22 caliber Ruger long rifle. I love that thing. I have an extended magazine for it because I go through ammo like nobody’s business, and I rarely miss. Ruger is my favorite brand of gun, for some reason I don’t like Smith & Wesson, but I have a severe yearning for a Lady Smith.. because it’s a pinkish purple .38 caliber purse-size six-shooter. Which brings me to my second favorite gun, my Ruger Single-Six .22. I like wooden grips and stalks on my guns. Not those retarded “wanna be a machine gun” black plastic pieces of crap for guys with no penises. For my most memorable date I went with a Marine to an island on a river and we shot at cans with his M16. Apparently he wasn’t expecting me to hit a can floating down the Colorado River, as he pretty much thought it was the sexiest thing in the world.

My dad is a Marine. All other military branches are pussies. Sorry, that’s how I was raised, and with all the military people I know. It’s totally true.

Anything can be fixed using breast milk and coconut oil. It’s not just a meme on Facebook, it’s true.

Human beings were made to eat real food. By real food I mean strictly: meat, veggies, fruits, water… and less probably – milk, which I can understand because not all women have an easy natural time breastfeeding. That said, RAW MILK. Not that store bought poison that we’re forced to buy because it’s technically “illegal” to sell raw milk for human consumption. Which is another reason I plan on buying a goat someday… easier to keep than a cow, you know? Plus, just in case for lactose intolerance.

I want badly to grow our own food and own chickens (in addition to my future goat.) I want to be that house on the street with an overgrowth of anything green. I’m obsessed with the beauty of plants, this is partly cause by the fact that I spent most of my childhood in Idaho, where things are GREEN and they GROW. Something Arizona people know nothing about… Except in like Flagstaff, but like I said, I’m poor so I’ll never live anywhere near Flagstaff, AZ. It’s for rich people and college kids take all the poor people jobs there.

Living in America is the last thing in the world I want for my family. But we have no choice. It’s literally impossible for an American to emigrate anywhere and gain CITIZENSHIP. Yes, you can go visit or whatever, but living and working and eventually calling that country home? Lets just say, most expats, especially my age, are there illegally. Old people can go wherever they want because they have a steady income of Social Security money, or rich husbands who have the kind of job that you can go anywhere and make bank. Poor people and young people? Stuck in this shit country with Obama tearing down everything our ancestors worked for.

Don’t talk to me about politics if you voted for Obama. ThatIsAll.

Not everybody is made for college, but I think trade school is a really good idea if you want to do anything or make any money in life. Especially if you have prior experience before getting some sort of degree. Like my cook husband who needs to go to get a culinary degree so his experience will mean something and he can get a real paying job, instead of just a crappy job because he loves food. I believe you should go for your dreams, and make a living doing it. My kids are always going to know that they can do whatever they want. However, they’re not going to get anything done if they don’t work for it and make it happen, make sure it’s worth while in the end so they can live off of their dreams. They also need to understand that unless daddy goes to school to become a real paid chef/cook, that they’ll never be able to go to college anyways because we can’t pay for it!

I believe that women need to do research before even getting pregnant. Or start as soon as they find out that they ARE pregnant. They need to watch videos, read statistics, ;earn about the healthcare business, and eventually after they find out that doctors are crocks and you should never trust them with your family or health, then make the decision they need to for their births. Some moms are fine with going along blindly with whatever popular belief has taught them and whatever they’ve been brainwashed into thinking because we’ve been deceived for the past 70 years, but I am not. Birthing at home is 100% safer in my eyes, add onto that after you factor in unnecesareans which doctors get $10,000 bonuses for performing, GD myths often based on a mom’s weight and size, the fact that real food can fix basically any illness…. Yeah my hippy side really comes out when it comes to the so-called “westernized healthcare system”.

We co-sleep. For me that means bedsharing. A family bed. All of us piled into bed fighting for space. I wouldn’t have it any other way. My parents and I all slept together until I was almost 12 so it never crossed my mind to do it any other way. My son spent all of 10 minutes in his crib and my momtuition just went off like a fire alarm that he was going to suffocate and die in his sleep if I couldn’t hear him breathing beside me.

We actually prefer our mattress to be on the floor.

I normally don’t wear a bra or shave my legs…often. I have a loose t-shirt/sports bra type bra. Bras are bad for boobs and boob health, since nixing a traditional type of bra, my boobs have even gotten perkier! Whereas before… Let’s just say my boobs have always been the part of my body I’m most ashamed of.

My children are my world. I stay at home, breast feed, baby-wear, cloth diaper and home school. Nobody raises my child for me.

I’m against infant circumcision as a aesthetic parental choice. If my son wants to chop off his dick skin when he’s a grown-up that’s his choice, but it’s not mine!

The Pledge of Allegiance should still be mandated in every public school as soon as the tardy bell rings and class begins. Just as respect for the flag should be taught.

Are we the only country in the world that has let immigrants take over and cause us to forget how we got to where we are? It’s funny how fast the USA is turning into a lower class country when it started out as a 1st World country. Honestly, compared to the US, China is not 3rd World anymore.
Everyone else is going forward, while our country is decaying.

I love going to dive bars and sometimes singing karaoke. I get really embarrassed when people give me compliments on my voice, even though I’ve wanted to be a singer since my dad first recorded me when I was probably 6. He wanted me to be the next Tanya Tucker or Leann Rimes.

My favorite music is country, screamo, early 2000s emo, alternative rock (usually 90s), and 90s rap and hip-hop. Oh and techno, I love dance/techno, WITH LYRICS and 90s dance music. (Haddaway, etc) Real McCoy was my favorite thing to listen to in the late 90s after hard rock and grunge started getting too blah. Oh and one of my mom’s boyfriends when I was like 7 had a La Bouche CD in his car (this was back when they first came out and you had the CD changer in the trunk), I could basically sing anything by her, knew them all by heart. Ace of Base… You remember Skateland in the 90s right? 😀

Miranda Lambert is this household’s favorite. Even my previously anti-country husband is in love with her music.

Breastfeeding and Pumping.

I started out attempting to breastfeed as soon as Z was born, but it didn’t work. She just screamed and screamed at me because she was hungry. So then I screamed and screamed for O to go to the store and, “Fucking, just buy formula!!!”
Then I pumped and pumped exclusively. The hardest thing besides listening to your baby scream nonstop? Pumping your boobs every 2 hours, AROUND THE CLOCK. Day and night, never-ending, alarm-setting…ugh DEATH. Seriously, which is why I wrote the intro to this reblog I did a few months back.

Eventually she started taking the boob and I was ecstatic!

One of our first successes.

One of our first successes at 3 weeks.

Well, I’ve been attempting to breastfeed and pump for the past two months and just breastfeeding for the past month, because my pump isn’t working right. I figure trying to breastfeed is better than letting my boobs go dry. So then, I decided to rent. The store only had one available, which is now gone and I’m on the waiting list. Then I was looking around online because I’m like, “It’s a good thing it’s almost tax season, then [in March] I can just buy myself the hospital grade Medela Symphony. It’s [only – haaa haaa] $1503.00 on  Which got me looking around and I found the Spectra Baby S1 which is supposed to work as good or better for only $319.00!!
Well, $319 I can save up for in a few months instead of waiting for tax refunds to roll in. Right? So it seems like a good gamble, and if I don’t like it I can probably return it. Plus it’s also a closed system, which means I can sell it or whatever, afterwards if I want.
And the Spectra pumps have RAVE reviews on Amazon. In-depth LONG AS HELL reviews that answer just about any question you could think of thinking. So that might just be the answer to my problems. It’s cheaper to buy direct from the company though.

I went to WIC like everyone suggests, but they only give out the crappy Medela manual pump. So I got that. BLAH. Is all I can say. As far as I can tell, my ancient Medela Pump in Style does the same good and takes less work. But I didn’t even get half an ounce from an engorged boob and nothing was coming out. USELESS. I need to figure something out though, this whole situation sucks and I really don’t want to lose my milk altogether which is what’s going to happen as my baby is going through a growth spurt now and taking twice as much formula as usual since my boobs can’t keep up.

And don’t give me that insurance talk bullshit, I have Medicaid and they don’t cover hardly anything except birth-control, laws or no laws.

Parent’s Night Out

I never feel older than when the hubby and I try to go out…once a century and have a couple’s night.

I’m only 24, I shouldn’t be feeling like the old maid at the bar, seriously, I’m sure these people have way more kids than me and at least 10-20 years on me, but I feel like the grown-up. Maybe it’s because I don’t drink, I just go to bars because O likes to have a couple of beers and we sit there and talk. I envy those people out on the dancefloor. I haven’t been FUN in years.

Tonight the hubs and I went out, first to the casino to lose money, I hate Indian casinos, but they’re all we have unless we go to Laughlin or Las Vegas, Nevada. Then we tried going to a bar but it was too noisy and they don’t do karaoke anymore.

Eventually we just ended up calling one of O’s friends and driving into Central to hang out and talk, and O got to have his drinks and catch up with his friend who never tries to get a hold of him… or reply to messages, or return phone calls… Not much of a friend if you ask me, but once a year we get to see at least one of O’s old high school friends.

Bored as.

The highlight of my night is getting home to my babies and getting in bed.


When did you figure out you were “old”, or a PARENT and not a party animal?