All I want to do is write!

It seems as though I would be able to do things that I want to do. I am basically a stay-at-home mom although I am broke and really should be working. I live in a super small town and really do not have any job opportunities that are worth paying for daycare. I want to write, blog, be successful, but somehow when I finally get the baby to bed, all that I seem to do is clean...And my house is still dirty. Oy Vay!

Sometimes, you just have to let freedom ring...I guess.

I realized today that freedom (or at least fireworks) cost ten dollars a person at the Ironstone winery near my house. I couldn't believe that they were charging so much for people to see something that should be free. When I was younger there we were very poor but I could always guarantee that we would see fireworks on the fourth of July. I loved the fireworks so much! Now, on the 2nd of July, in 2011, you must pay! I feel for the children who don't understand why they can't go to see the most magical of all things, because their parents don't have enough money. I am grateful that my daughter, who is 9, is in Missouri with her dad this summer where that isn't a worry. It reminds me of old caste systems in India...segregating the children who come from means, from the poor kids who might be lucky enough to have their parents park their cars on the side of the road near the venue so they may get to see. I would've been a side of the road kid if the fireworks in our town weren't free back then...but hey, LET FREEDOM RING right??

Blogs with themes...

I have never been one to do anything "By the book" or "By the blog" in this case. I have really been leaning back and forth on the idea of doing something with some sort of guideline. I suppose that really, my NON-guideline is, in fact, a guideline. I don't know! Tell me what you think.

Oh Em Gee!

I wish I wasn't such a damn procrastinating loser! haha. I rarely finish anything and it is really starting to get to me. I am really frustrated because I never know where I want my blog to go or what direction I want to take with anything. I hope to conquer this writer's block!!!

Nobody wants to bring their mom to the dance...

...Or their girlfriend to the gig.

Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor...

What ever happened to those good ole days when love was still something that one felt lucky to have? When the word family was synonymous with a bond that holds tighter than glue? And when did soda stop using real sugar?

Moses, the king of the poo's!

I won't be needing any sort of exodus from my new life. Sure, I could sit here and imagine all of the ways for my life to be a little easier, a little less stressful and a bit more "normal", but I have recently (8 weeks ago to be exact) embarked on my greatest adventure. My son Moses came into my life on November 5th, 2010. The labor was short and sweet. The night before, two weeks past my due date, I went with my boyfriend and Moses' dad, Keno to sing karaoke in hopes that it would cause nature to take it's course. Well, it did! A mere couple of hours after whaling out the lyrics to "Sweet child o'mine" I was getting ready to deliver. It was about 2am when the contractions really started to grab my attention, you know, right when I was trying to go to sleep. We made it to the hospital by 4 A.M. after a snap decision to switch hospitals. Our original plan was to go to Sonora regional medical center to deliver, but after finding out about their neo-nazi visitor rule of a mere 2 people, we decided to head over to Sutter Jackson, where we could invite anyone we chose. Good thing we did because before it was all said and done there were 11 people in that little birthing room with us. The contractions were quick but powerful and I sailed through them with no drugs or epidural. Keno was such a good coach, rubbing my back and staying right by my side. At 8:02 in the morning, after a mere ten minutes of pushing and a quick gaze into the face of my nine year old daughter, our little seven pound son was here. Moses Jude Rojas, just in time for breakfast.