My Family

My Family

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Purple...the 'how to'

How to turn everything around you purple 

(or how I call it...poiple)

First you bleach the tips of your hair using the handy and cheap plastic gloves the color kit gives you. Haha. This was totally random. I had on the gloves and I was applying the bleach to the tips of my hair and then took the gloves off by pulling them inside-out and then rubber-banded them to my hair to let the bleach sit. haha. Worked quite well and it's quite amusing walking around with plastic gloves tied to your head. :p

Once the bleach is rinsed out and the plastic gloves are thrown away (the kit only provides one set...grumble) I decided the gloves were such a hit that I would use plastic ziplock bags for apply the color!! I filled two ziplock bags with purple hair dye and dipped my hair into them and attached it with a hair clippy thing-a-majig.   I still got some on my hands...and chest...and shoulders and face... 

After an hour or so (I lost track of the time) I rinsed out my hair and 'magically' turned my entire bathroom purple and here's the result. I love it!

Every time I shower, more of the semi-permanent color rinses out. Ah well. I'm still happy with it. 

Monday, May 27, 2013

..... A touch of Love

A Touch of Love

You were six months old and full of fun
With a blink of an eye you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
But I turn my head and you were two.

At two you were still dependent on me,
But independence took over when you were three.
Your third birthday, another year I wished to ignore,
But as I lit the candles there weren't three but four.

Four was the year that you really strived,
Why, look at you now, you're already five.
Now you're ready for books and rules,
This is the year that you go to school.

The big day came you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus, going oh so slow.
As the bus drove away and you waved good-bye
I felt a lump in my throat and a tear stung my eye.

For when the bus brings you home and you jump to the ground,
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.
Time goes by so fast its hard to believe,
Why just yesterday you were home with me.

So I am holding these moments as hard as I can,
Because the next time I look I'll be seeing a man . . .

So I am holding these moments as close as I dare . . .
In a twinkling, a woman will be standing there.




Friday, May 24, 2013

In N Out v.s. Five Guys

5 Guys VS In N. Out

I LOOOOOOOOVE In N Out. It's my favorite. I get a #2 Spread and Grilled onions only w/ fries (sometimes animal fries if i'm starving) and a Neapolitan shake! Delicioso!   I heard that 5 Guys is better. Well I had to try out for myself. What I LOVE about 5 Guys is that you can add any topping and it's not extra. The prices are already high enough so I'm sure they're not taking any loss. I got grilled mushrooms and grilled onions.  5 Guys fries were not very good. Very oily and way too salty and I really didn't enjoy them. I love In N Outs fries. They give you salt if you want but I really don't need that. I love the option of adding Mushrooms to my burger. Makes it so Good. The Grilled onions at In N Out are much better than 5 Guys. I love Cheeseburgers so it was a fun contest. :)

Grilled Onions..............................In N Out
Grilled Mushrooms.......................5 Guys
Cheese........................................5 Guys
Fries...........................................In N Out
Price...........................................In N Out
Overall Burger..............................Tie
Drinks.........................................In N Out 

LESLEY'S WINNER.....................................In N Out

5 Guys

In N Out

In the end I will stll go back to 5 Guys. They make a really good burger and it's nothing to scoff at! I wish they made milkshakes. I love a good shake w/ my burger. 

- Lesley

What makes you beautiful

This was absolutely B-E-A-utiful!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Miss Allison's Karate Promotion.

My baby girl will soon be a full red belt! Mama's so proud!

They make it all worth it...

My babies make it all worth it. The struggle, the tears and heartache. When I can spend moments like this in pure makes it all worth it.

I love being goofy and having fun. I love seeing my kids laugh.

We really do the strangest things..but I love that my kids share my weird humor.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Indiana Cleopatra

A little humor...

Cleansing breath..

After many suggestions and coaxing I took my very first Yoga class today. If you don't count Wii Fit, I've never done yoga before. Going somewhere new is not only out of my comfort's practically unheard of when it comes to me. I like familiar and comfortable. What's the opposite of an outspoken social butterfly? Whatever the opposite is, that's me. If going somewhere new I like to go with someone else...and not just someone else...someone who's familiar with the place. Soooo...going to a Yoga center doing something I've never done at in a place I've never been. Not me. But I sucked it up and went.

The atmosphere was peaceful and calm. The instructor was friendly and warm. The class was large and included a wide variety of experience, size and age. I was unexpectedly one of the younger members. There was relaxing music and it didn't matter if one was new or well trained...we were all accepted.  I sat in the back, which is where I am usually most comfortable. I really enjoyed the entire experience. It challenged, relaxed me and I can't wait until I go again.

A moment in time...

I've always known that everyone's life is a little...or a lot...different than the next persons.  People can act completely different to an identical situation. Who am I to judge how they act, react or other? I'm nobody...yet I'm somebody. I am me. I have my own trials and triumphs and would never compare what I'm going through to what someone else is. It's all relative. Let's comfort others, even though we may not understand what they are feeling. Let's rejoice in others even 'though we may feel their success large enough to celebrate. Because when it call comes down to it...the earth doesn't revolve around "me" or "you". We should all love one another.


In an ideal world we should.

Some people make it very difficult to love them. To like them. Even to stand them. I know I should ask for strength and understanding when I, fortunately infrequently, run across these people in my life.  At times I feel better when I can just hate someone. I don't really hate anyone.  I really don't. If somebody acts in an evil way I assume they are severely brain damaged and cannot help themselves.  Well...not really...but sometimes. :)~

In retrospect, it's going to be a very short period in my life where I was in close contact with someone who I found out was cursed with an ugly selfish heart.  This person made every day of mine torturous in one way or another for 8 months straight.   I feel quite dumb not catching the signs earlier. One sign in particular was where he told me if I ever contacted an old boy friend of mine he would hire someone to break his back. You see, he's Irish and his family has connections with the Irish Mafia..or so he said. He just needs to make a phone call.  This was a guy I had dated only very briefly before the so-called one-in-need moved in.

It was December of 2011 when I visited an 'old friend' in a hospital. He was nice and friendly and we caught up on old times. We soon realized we could help one another  He needed a place to stay...and I extra money in the form of a roommate. Seemed like a good fit.  I met some of his other friends and even his brother. Everyone seemed on board with this fantastic idea.  Right before he moved in I was told that he wasn't quite where he needed to be (see he had been injured and was currently unable to function like the average person). He would need extra care when I had originally been told he would not leave until he could to just about everything he could before the accident. I was told I would be paid for my services as a caregiver until he could function better. That is...if I agreed.  It wasn't supposed to be long. He would continue to get therapy and soon be on his way.  Sadly, that also wasn't so.   So my New Year 2012 (literally the 1st of January) I became a full time nurse. I took care of grown man and did the things he wasn't able to do. The most exciting part always included blue gloves, air sanitizer  and baby wipes.   I had been frequently told he was able to do this himself, but that never happened. Not once in 8 months. I had done hours of research on people in worse condition than him who could do 100x's more than him. Changing clothes, using the restroom, bathing....on and on. This person who lived with me wouldn't even attempt it. Not even a single attempt.

So it started out with threats from the Irish Mafia which came along with his drinking. He drank. A lot. Not just a lot...but a whole lot.  Bottles and bottles daily. Not small little beer bottles...but those HUGE wine bottles. He'd go through 2-3 a day - probably more when he locked himself in his room. I didn't catch it at first. I started calculating how much he drank.  Before he moved in, he told me he would only drink a glass of wine a night to wind down. I think he's bad at math because he had about 50 glasses a night.   During his Dr apts he'd tell the Dr he didn't drink at all. Or smoke for that matter. He smoked about 2 packs a day, if not more and like I said 2-3 large bottles of wine a day (that's just what I saw when I was home)  I would always tell the Dr in the hallway he was lying and how much he really drank and smoked.   Finally his mom told me he was an alcoholic. Hmm...nice for someone to tell me after he moved in. I have kids. I have me. I found out after he moved in that his accident was a result of his drinking. He's a full blown alcoholic. And when he drinks, he's not one of those funny happy drunks. He's mean. He says and does really mean things.
His Dr finally refused to give him meds unless he quit drinking. He said he would. I banned it from my house.

I don't know why I put up with it for so long. I felt stuck. I didn't know what to do. I learned that every single one of his immediate family members had tried to take him in and he was kicked out of their house for drinking. He was fired from every job he's ever had because of drinking. I began to develop anxiety and have panic attacks. I missed a lot of work. I finally went on disability leave and he didn't like that very much. I found out it was because he was secretly ordering booze from BevMo. They would deliver it right to the door. HUGE bottles of whiskey. Huge.  I have no idea why his liver is even still functioning. It's a miracle (or in my case...a curse)

Going out on disability just made my life worse. (And yes there's a lot I haven't put in here). I couldn't stand to be around him. I asked for help from his family and they refused. One day when he overdosed on meds and was hospitalized his mother told me to let him go and not let him back into my home. After asking law enforcement what I could do...I learned it was out of my hands. He could come back to my home and there was nothing I could do about it. The only legal thing I could do was to evict him.  His mom blamed me for his continuous drinking and failure to get back to normal. I'm sorry lady, he was in YOUR care when he got into his accident in the 1st place. I hadn't seen him in 18 years and it's my fault?  I finally went back to court to try   something else. A judge saw my plea and issued immediate removal  from my home. What a blessed day that was. Blessed day.

He went to a nursing home for a while and after that, I have no idea. I never want to see him again. Ever.

I have to say he never did the bad things in front of my kids. That, I am thankful for. Just me.  There's a LOT more that happened during that time to cause my anxiety and panic attacks. More stuff that didn't involve my special drinking roommate. One day I may be able to share more of that...but for now, this is it.

For those who have my facebook
Here's the link to the pictures I had taken to the judge along w/ my 5 page statement of happenings I have dealt with.

Here's what he did to my kitchen on fine morning. Took me and my boyfriend, Mike, 6 hours to clean. *sigh*