The Kids Should Have These Rights-In BOTH households.

The right not to be asked to "choose sides" or be put in a situation where
I would have to take sides between my parents.

The right to be treated as a person and not as a pawn, possession or a negotiating chip.

The right to freely and privately communicate with both parents.

The right not to be asked questions by one parent about the other.

The right not to be a messenger.

The right to express my feelings.

The right to adequate visitation with the non-custodial parent which
will best serve my needs and wishes.

The right to love and have a relationship with both parents without being made to feel guilty.

The right not to hear either parent say anything bad about the other.

The right to the same educational opportunities and economic support that
I would have had if my parents did not divorce.

The right to have what is in my best interest protected at all times.

The right to maintain my status as a child and not to take on adult responsibilities
for the sake of the parent's well being.

The right to request my parents seek appropriate emotional and social support when needed.

The right to expect consistent parenting at a time when little in my life seems constant or secure.

The right to expect healthy relationship modeling, despite the recent events.

The right to expect the utmost support when taking the time and steps needed to
secure a healthy adjustment to the current situation.

Take This

I'm by no means a comedian. But I love to crack jokes. I love to laugh. Most of my laughter comes at other peoples expense. So? What's the problem? As far as I'm concerned there is no subject thats off limits. I know some things are tragic or sacred....but I'd rather be laughing than crying. I know some people are sensitive about their flaws...but so what? Everybody has them. I don't think just b/c it amuses me to state what everybody sees but are too "nice" to say makes me mean. It just makes me not nice. I am not politically correst. I'm sorry. My bad. I'll will be the first person calling you a pale white girl. I'll be the one to walk into a group of blacks and say damn-it's mad niggerish up in here. At work I talk about this one guy cuz he's old. ok-i talk about a lot of people cuz they're "old"-I'm 21-everybody is "old" compared to me. I make fun of the asians cuz they're short. They white ppl have no rhythm. I talk about Josh's patchy beard. The growth on the side of Jav's head. These things could be sensitive issues. I DON'T CARE. They crack me up. And when somebody takes a shot at me-and it's a good one-I laugh my ASS off. And my boo is just like me. Everywhere we go-the fat and the ugly are targets of our jokes. Always. Sometimes we have roasting sessions over the dinner table, the girls laugh SO HARD. It's hilarious, and fun. Not mean....by any means.
So i'm sorry if you consider conversation with me to be "mean" or "hurtful"....it's not meant to be.....I'm just....so easily amused.
I didn't mean to scar you for life.

Just A Minute

Some people think that just because I am young and have babies that I must be on welfare. I'm not. I don't get the link card. I don't get public aid health care or WIC or anything else. I.handel.my.business. And thats not to say I never help-but I go about getting that help my own way. I don't drain the resources of my entire community cuz I want whatever is "coming to me". I don't live with my parents. And I don't ask them for anything. (and they so very rarely offer). I don't have 5 million aunts/cousins/sisters/friends to watch my kid. She is away from me as little as possible-and a lot of that time-she is with her dad. But nobody else has been or will be responsible for raising my baby. Thats my job and my RIGHT.
Im not saying that theres anything wrong with anyone that lives this way. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive and your kids always come first.

I just prefer to do it myself.
And I don't think it's such a bad example to set.

If You Hurt...

WHEN TIMES GET TOUGH-DON'T CRY, BE STRONG
JUST SMILE, ACCEPT, IMPROVE, AND MOVE ON
HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS-BELIEVE AND YOU'LL SEE
THAT THINGS ARE BETTER THAN YOU THOUGHT THEM TO BE
HAVE COURAGE AND FAITH JUST WAIT FOR A BLESSING
SOMEONE LIKE YOU ONLY DESERVES ALL THE BEST THINGS
IT'LL COME JUST HAVE PATIENCE-HEAD UP WHILE YOU'RE WAITING
SHOW YOU, YOU CAN DO IT-REACH OUT AND START TAKING
THE WHOLE WORLD IS YOURS IF YOU WANT IT IT'S THERE

NOTHING STOPS YOU BUT YOU
SO LET GO-DON'T BE SCARED

May I Please Be Excused

Ok. So I like my children to be polite. And well behaved. And have good manners.
So everytime they finish a meal-meaning they have cleared their plates and want no more additional servings they have to ask the adult at the table "May I please be excused?" and only after being given permisssion may they get up and remove their cup and plate from the table.
The girls were just finishing up dinner, and Jessie finished first and asked if she could be excused-her plate was clear-so I said yes and she cleared her place and went to her room. Not two minutes later do I hear "may i please be excused" again.....but it's not Nina's voice...I turn t Trin and I go "What did you say?" and she says it AGAIN! I'm quite sure she has no idea what the majority of the words in that statement mean but she has recognized that, collectively, they represent the completion of a meal-b/c her plate was CLEAR.... and I said "are you finished? no more?" and she said "finished" and gave me her plate and spoon.
my big-big girl.

Tony Toni Tone

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....what is up, what is up?
Hmmmmm......
I got to see my fetus. It's so small....but I saw the heartbeat and had a "moment", lol. God I am a sensitive bitch. There's just one in there, thank the lord. Now Van can stop with the "triplets" jokes. I'm 159 lbs....which isn't so bad considering I average like 170 when I'm not pregnant. My midwife....is....well she wasn't mean....or rude....or a total bitch or anything.....but I could tell that she was judging me. Judging the fact that I was poor....and unwed....and......colored. And the whole racial thing it SHOULDN'T be an issue this day and age but dammit.....this place was huge. It was MASSIVE. At least 30 examination rooms. And baby pictures EVERYWHERE. On every spare inch of wall space. And none (that I saw) were black. Now maybe they gave the ethnic babies their own "special" wall-I'm not saying I combed the entire place....but I know what I saw and I know how I felt. But....it's either this....or some neighborhood hospital like St. Mary's or Elizabeths or Norwegian again.......and those spots are too fucking niggerish-I have insurance now dammit-my baby deserves some good prenatal care.
Whatever. We'll see where this goes.

I start 10 hour days at the job next week and yes thats long and I'm already pregnant and tired-but it means an extra day off-and that means an extra day-at home-with my babies-so it's worth it.
I'm fixin to buy a car soon. So hopefully that will aid in the "missing Ashley" syndrome. I just hate to drive that wreck of a truck ANYWHERE.....you never know about it and it wastes so much gas! So I never go anywhere. But if I have a car that works..........you see where I'm going with this don't you?lol.

Anywho.....
I know I haven't posted anything blasting the cow lately but the heifers been behaving herself. I myself am making an effort to be civil. It's not really my nature-cuz once I hate you-I hate you-and there is no coming back, but I've got alot of balls in the air and a bun in the oven and I'm needing all the good karma I can get r/n. I am trying to focus my chi into an all postive energy mass-whatevertf that means.....

My b-day is creeping up.....I'm not doing anything. I have no plans. I will have no money. But whatever-i'll be off-so thats cool. I'm considering getting a sixpack of that SHARPS shit. The "nonalcoholic" beer.....so maybe I can pretend this is a "normal" 21rst birthday.

Alrighty....I have laudry to do. Peace out nyckas.
And remember. Stay white.

I REALLY wanna know. I do. Seriously.

Now let me see...hmmmm.....would you rather......

know it all or have it all

have sand in your shorts or water in your ear

be the sandcastle or the wave

own a ski lodge or a surf camp

kiss a jellyfish or step on a crab

have a great job in antarctica or be flipping burgers in Tahiti

overthrow a dictatorship or lead one

have one song playing in you head forever or have to say "like" before every sentence

write the worst book in history or record the worst song

have one wish granted today or three wishes granted ten years from now

give up your computer or your pet

always have exact change or know the right time

have the stars in your eyes or eyes in the back of your head

be able to hear any conversation or take back anything you say

end hunger or hatred

publish your diary or make a movie about your most embarrasing moment

eliminate one emotion or invent a new one

live in a world without color or without music

be able to read minds or solve everyones personal problems

get even or get over it

be a dog named killer or a cat named fluffy

be stranded on a desert island alone or with someone you can't stand

be ambidextrous or multiligual

smell good or look good

give bad advice or take it

never be sick or never be sad

get to rename every street or rename yourself

be forced to lie to your best friend or tell the truth to your boss

It's Like Woah

    So I was bored....and I started workin on my baby registry @ Target. It's not so much a gift registry as a "shit-i hope-i-can-afford-by-the-time-the-critter-gets-here-and-ogod-please-don't-let-it-be-twins" wish list. I'm not having a shower this time. It was too much fucking work last time. I don't know anybody that has the motivaion to throw one for me.And honestly-I don't have enough people that like me to have a decent amount of people there. Yup.So yeah. but I'd thought I'd share the list...just in case anybody knows someone who's really rich and generous and has a soft spot for indigent, pregnant, mulatto females.




God I'm tired. Can you tell I'm tired? I'm working 8 days straight thru this week-to afford SOME of the crap on my list. Yeah right. To pay off some of these past due bills-so we can move. Or maybe-get a car that has a LESSER chance of bursting in to flames at any given moment.oooooo-or beds--we are short two whole beds in this household. But(thanks to yours truly-momofthefuckinyear) we're no longer in dire need of clothes that fit for the children. I got nina like 5 new pairs of 10/12 pants-so she can stop squeezing herself in to the 8's. And Jessie has inherited the 8's plus another two new pairs. The 6's have been permanently removed from their wardrobe. THEY DON'T FLOOD ANYMORE-THANK YOU LORD JESUS. So....I got SOMETHING accomplished this weekend. Yay. Trin's a massive, massive child. And, quite frankly, I'm sick of it. She's not even two yet-but she wears a 3T-4T in pants. And she wears her sisters shirts! If put a 2T shirt on her (which I have-cuz mommy gets tired and sometimes we run low on laundry 'round hurr) her belly hangs out. It looks like a sports-bra.lol. I know. I know.
You know-she walks just like her dad. I watch them walk together and they just....have the same....gait. I dunno. And I don't knoe if it's imitation or if their just built the same so it's natural. Sometimes Jessie will walk like her mom-but it's not natural-it's just subconscious imitation. Cuz her mom is all fat and she's got all this wieght in the front of her so she walks almost....hunched over kinda....imagine the stance of Mr. Burns with the body of Comic Book-Guy. There ya go. It's not cute-cuz Jessie is the farthest thing from fat this family has got. lol.

I'm so tired. But it's ok. This state is only temporary-tho it feels like forever.

I'm tired. But I'm happy. And I smile still. So don't worry.

Here's some things that make me smile. Maybe they'll make you smile too.

My baby when she sleeps

My girls when "it's all good"

Van's Manwife and his ridiculously old dog

Kisses!

My hungry, hungry hippo.

When cars drive through  our friends' bedroom-and the police don't believe us when we call-cuz we're in da hood.

This buffet of manliness




That is all. Carry on.

(if you can't see the pix-you're not trying hard enough)