Today at work:

Today at work I met this beautiful young mother (who is due with baby two, in two weeks) her adorable son, and the asshole baby-dad. She unloaded the buggie, belly bumping into everything, and struggled with baby one, about two (named Jack) because he was tearing her wallet up, and chewing on her channel bag, while the"man" just stood there laughing at Jack and telling her she was slow. At one point he said, "I knew I should have done that, (put the grocerys on the belt) your so slow." She just ignored him, as to not start a fight I'd say, and asked him to get Jack. He answered, "That's not my Damn kid, he's too bad to be mine." As he watched Jack dump her money and cards on the floor. It took everything I had not to say something, but I did place the whole line on hold to pluck up this woman cards. After a few more snide remarks to the young woman, he finally left the store. I couldn't stop myself, as I whispered to her, "Your not a piece of shit, you can do better." I swear she looked so relieved that she wasn't the only one who thought that.

God has tested me...

I went from having one child, Riley, to having three. I have my cousin, five, and nephew, two, and of course, Riley, who is three. I'm going to lose my mind. It's a slow process.

Things Corey said:

"Did you hear that?" He says, while stretching, in a silent room. "Um, no." "Yeah, the bed is calling for me" He explains.

Later that day:

He learned that if he says "ok Google," his phone will automatically search. He says, "Ok Google, show me some boobies."

Google knows what's going on. 

"You shouldn't'uv shot me"

I opened my monster and the lid pooped. To be funny, Corey grabbed  his chest and screamed. The look of shock and pain crossed his face as he exclaimed, "I've been shot!" He grips the back of the bed and slowly falls to the ground, all awhile, Kenneth and I are dying laughing. BANG!!! And then I hear whimpers while Corey smacks the floor. I couldn't help but laugh harder, not only because Kenneth's face was turning red and he was about to cry, but because Corey kept saying, "It's not funny.". I choked out, "What happened?" And he said, "You shouldn't have shot me." Turns out, on the way down he smashed his tail bone off the bed. Way to go, babe. ;)

talking to Corey today...

By the way, Corey is my boy friend, 25. He said "I wish they made coat hangers for socks, like this," here he draws me an invisible outline of said hanger. "And they would have clips that would hold them there." I laughed and gushed, "You'd have to have a huge closet for that!" He shook his head, "Nu-uhh, i just don't have enough space for my pants in the dresser." :) okay, is it just me or wouldn't other people also rather have there jeans hung up? I love this kid.

Walking in the woods...

Bodies scatter the ground, dotting the hill side, strung up from trees, in holes in the ground. Corps everywhere. The smell is unbearable, death hangs thick in the fog, turning my stomach. I gag, a foul taste gathering in my mouth. I struggle to regain myself. This is not the time to fall apart. I need to find someplace safe.

The only thing any where close to me is trees and hills. If I get up, I might not be able to get down. In the far side of the clearing there's a rock...a big one. That means sharp pieces. Spears, arrows, knife, my mind begins to run wild, thinking of the things I could do, build, hunt. 'Stop it!' I yell at myself, I pick the worst times to lose myself.

I sprint across the field, looking around furiously as I do so. No one is moving. Yet. I dive behind the large rock, which is gigantic when I'm closer.

Gold mine, some one has been chopping away at this bolder, leaving small shavings and chucks that would be perfect to craft with. I pull a crown royal bag out of my pocket and gather as many pieces I can. 'Got to keep moving.' I peek over the side of the hill. Nothing. At all. It's an empty clearing, no trees, no dead bodies, no monsters. How strange. No movement behind me, and nothing on the hill. Time to scoot. I shove the bag into the side pocket on my back pack.

Just pass the clearing I find a small creek. The water runs down hill, out of a cave like structure. Must be a spring inside. The water looks clean. I continue to follow the creek until it opens wider, into a river, only a mile away. No bodies here either.

I double back, traveling through the trees. As I walk I start to wonder about the bodies in the field. One localized war, it looks like. Poor people. I wonder how many were family, real family, from before. I wonder if they were from a camp close. I wonder if it was monsters or people. I shake the thought from my mind. Of course it was the monsters, people wouldn't kill people in days of this darkness...would they?

The camp is quite when I get to the tree line. I slip my flash light out of my belt loop, flicking it on and off three times, and wait. 'One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three-', a flash then two, three. I move from the trees, making my way to animal trailer. I'm greeted by two men, Samuel and Omar.

Sam, the younger of the two, pulls me into a hug as soon as I make it through the wire. He's taller than I am, by more than a foot, close to 6'2". His shaggy, blond, hair curls from the days sweat, and his blue eyes sparkle, just as I left them this morning. "I'm glad you made it back, let's get you unpacked." He says.

"Okay, but then we need to call a meeting." I need to share the war...wither It was monsters or humans, we can't take the chance. Before another word can be exchanged I'm attacked from below. I look down and find my three year old, Ally, holding onto me. I rip her of the ground and hold her close to my chest. She wraps her little arms around me, holding me close.

"I love you, mommy." She whispers in my ear.

"I love you too, baby." I whisper back.

Do you know the old woman who lived in the shoe?

Well, i didn't, but i knew the tale at one point in time. It was a cute story that was supposed to teach you that no matter how little you have, as long as you have your family and friends, life is good. I want to be the old woman in a shoe, minus the stinky shoe. I have a dream of living in a tiny house. not like a cottage, or a box on a trailer, I want to build my own small home stead. It doesn't have  to be huge, and I just want the basics, I don't need running water, but I'd like to have it on a solar grid for power, and have a small make shift bathroom. Of course there would be a kitchenette, and a living area. And there would have to be two separate sleeping areas. I don't want much...do I?

Day four, zombie mom.

Every four days my baby girl goes stay at her daddies house, and today is that day. Being a mother without a constant "father" around is hard. My little girl doesn't like to sleep, at all. She sleeps about five or six hours a night. I don't work week without eight. I don't even get five hours. So today I've been in auto pallet. Good night world. :)

A new idea to try...

So last night at work I got talking to a guy that used to work at food lion, and I'm not sure how the conversation about books started, but my writing got involved. He told me about blogger and told me I should try to write there, because it could help my creativity and give me a chance to let someone else help me with my writing. And it sounded amazing. So here I am. I'm not sure what I'll do or how all this will happen, but it's a start, right?