I have been in a constant state of shaking for over 36 hours. This is not right.
My left eye is swollen, I have a scratch on my forehead, my jaw hurts and yet he refuses to believe he hit me. I have pictures to prove it.
All of the physical scars will go away but not the emotional. I am a mess. In a the moment I need family more than ever I cannot count on them. My sister is just as messed up as me. She won't stop crying and told me she is petrified of my father and what he might do to her when she has to go back home. My one brother is still in shock over what happened and then my other brother who not even a month ago called me scared telling me my father was trying to kill him is putting on facebook that I am a liar and is making it seem like I am making a bigger deal than it is.
My poor baby who had to witness all of this is a mess too. Any loud noise and he starts crying and he is terribly jumpy. The second he hears me cry he runs and gives me hug and wipes my tears away and kisses me. He should have never seen that happen. That should have never happened, period.
No one knows what this feels like unless you have had this happen to you.
I read an article on lds.org last night that said that emotional, physical and sexual abuse on children all have the same emotional scars. People don't get that.
I told my mother today that what happened to me at 12 years old made me feel the same way she felt when she was sexually abused at 12. I told her both of our worlds at 12 years old came crashing down. I want her to know and understand that abuse is abuse no matter how you put it.
I hope today will be a better day if not I might start taking heavy sedatives, lol, or drinking, hahaha. Really though I don't even know how to deal with this all. I am still hoping I will wake up and realize this was all a dream.
Now I am thinking why is my father so quick to want to move back to Philly and isolate my mother? Does he have a girlfriend there? Now I am starting to think the person that I thought was my father is not who is this monster?
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Things I said to my father
I told him:
-he is worthless
-he is a monster
-an abuser
-a controller
-a manipulator
-is lower than trash
-has caused me more trauma than he will ever know
-I used to worship the ground he walked on
-he was my everything
-I wanted to marry someone like him until at 12 my world came crashing down
-he needed to stop making excuses and get help before he kills someone
-that he is a very disrespectful person and that's why he will never get respect from his children
-that everything he does on the outside is just for show
My poor mother is all I worry about at this point. She says he has never laid a finger on her whether I believe that or not is a different story but I know that he is emotionally abusive to her. Just the other day he called me fat and told me I needed to lose weight and then told my mom that she was a fat pig too. How dare he say something like that. This is why I have been anorexic he has caused me weight issues. He puts my mother down constantly, tells her she is nothing without him. And then makes her cook for him and serve him constantly to the point that my mother has to be home by dinner time to serve him. The sad part is my mom is making excuses for him and she truly does not see that he is abusive to her. I do not even know what to do at this point. I have told her to come to my house for a while but she won't leave him. I never thought this would be my family.
This happens to other people not me, right? I must be having a long ass nightmare.
She calls me crying nonstop. Yesterday at one of the times she was on the phone with me my father grabbed the phone and told me she couldn't talk and hung up. Yeah I still cannot believe that but if she is not willing to leave I cannot force her. All day today whenever she called me I kept on telling her that she is living with an abuser and that she can do better. Now he is threatening to move back to Philly and take my mom with him. He is totally trying to isolate her from her support system which is me. I told her I will work full time just to support her financially but that she does not deserve this kind of treatment. What else can I do? I am beyond shocked I don't even have words to explain what is going thru my head.
I will need many sessions of therapy for all the abuse and hurt I have been thru.
The funny thing is this week I started reading my scriptures and praying to God to please help me have more patience and to take the anger out of me. I think all of that was to prepare me for this.
-he is worthless
-he is a monster
-an abuser
-a controller
-a manipulator
-is lower than trash
-has caused me more trauma than he will ever know
-I used to worship the ground he walked on
-he was my everything
-I wanted to marry someone like him until at 12 my world came crashing down
-he needed to stop making excuses and get help before he kills someone
-that he is a very disrespectful person and that's why he will never get respect from his children
-that everything he does on the outside is just for show
My poor mother is all I worry about at this point. She says he has never laid a finger on her whether I believe that or not is a different story but I know that he is emotionally abusive to her. Just the other day he called me fat and told me I needed to lose weight and then told my mom that she was a fat pig too. How dare he say something like that. This is why I have been anorexic he has caused me weight issues. He puts my mother down constantly, tells her she is nothing without him. And then makes her cook for him and serve him constantly to the point that my mother has to be home by dinner time to serve him. The sad part is my mom is making excuses for him and she truly does not see that he is abusive to her. I do not even know what to do at this point. I have told her to come to my house for a while but she won't leave him. I never thought this would be my family.
This happens to other people not me, right? I must be having a long ass nightmare.
She calls me crying nonstop. Yesterday at one of the times she was on the phone with me my father grabbed the phone and told me she couldn't talk and hung up. Yeah I still cannot believe that but if she is not willing to leave I cannot force her. All day today whenever she called me I kept on telling her that she is living with an abuser and that she can do better. Now he is threatening to move back to Philly and take my mom with him. He is totally trying to isolate her from her support system which is me. I told her I will work full time just to support her financially but that she does not deserve this kind of treatment. What else can I do? I am beyond shocked I don't even have words to explain what is going thru my head.
I will need many sessions of therapy for all the abuse and hurt I have been thru.
The funny thing is this week I started reading my scriptures and praying to God to please help me have more patience and to take the anger out of me. I think all of that was to prepare me for this.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Did this really happen?
I was hoping that I would wake up today and realize that I had just had a nightmare.
I still cannot believe what happened to me yesterday.
The funny part or maybe the sad part is that I should be used to this by now, I grew up this way.
Yesterday my mother called me to her house to come help her out with what was going on with my sister.
We were basically doing an intervention on my sister who we thought was in a verbally abusive relationship. After talking to her for hours she finally saw it and decided she was going to break up with the guy. My mom was crying because she was so happy.
Then my father calls my mom outside where he was, all of a sudden I hear my mom screaming "David no, no, no, calm down" then my father storms into the living room and yells to my sister "you are calling your boyfriend right now and breaking up with him and if I catches him around this neighborhood ever again I will beat the shit out of him" by this point he is just out of control so I tell him to calm down. He tells me to mind my own effing business then he turns to my sister and tells her "if you ever talk to him again I will personally beat the shit out of you" by this point I do not even know what came over me. I laughed at him and told him "no you won't" he tells me to say it again and this time I tell him "you will not touch my effing sister".
The look on his face I will never forget, I have never seen a scarier face in my life. He launched at me with his hands in such a way I knew he wanted to choke me. I know for a fact had my sister and mom not been there, he might have killed me. He was wearing greasy gloves so you could see that he tried to choke me but missed by not too much. Then he proceeded to punch me and got me on the corner of my left eye and by my temple. By this time I managed to kick him in the gut which then cause him to trip and fall on top of my precious baby. From that moment on all I remember is me trying to grab a phone to call 911 but my mother was taking the phone out of my hand. I kept on screaming to my brother to call 911 and no one would.
I have NEVER in my life been more scared then yesterday. My sister immediately called my husband the second she was able to get the phone from my mom. We were all a mess and my husband couldn't understand.
I was beyond livid, everyone is crying by this point. I pick up my stuff and my child and try to leave. My poor sister is screaming to me to please not leave her there cause she is scared of what might happen to her. I wait for her and as we are about to walk out my mom says " come on guys don't leave until you are done crying I don't want the neighbors seeing this". I leave and my father is outside working on the car like nothing ever happened.
As I start to drive I realize I was shaking too much to drive I pull over and call my husband and let him know what happened. He immediately leaves work and comes to get me.
While waiting for my husband my sister tells me how she thought he was going to kill me. She said when he came at me to choke me she tried pushing his hands away which is probably what caused him to miss my neck. She then jumps on top of me but wasn't able to cover my face so that's when he punched me twice on my face. She said by this point she was so pissed she herself tried to choke him and pushed him along with me kicking him he went down. My poor mom was trying to push him away from all of us and in the process she got kicked on one of her ribs.
My husband finally comes and him and his sister wanted me to file charges I wanted to really bad but I just kept on thinking about my mom. I cannot do that to her. Not at this point. My husband decided he was going to go talk to my father. When we get there I figured I needed to go in cause I wanted to confront this sorry excuse of a man.
We go in and he is on the computer like nothing ever happened. What the hell? Jon got so pissed he told my dad that this was the last time he will ever touch me, my siblings or my mother cause next time he will beat the shit out of him. Then that dumb ass man says to my husband "don't talk to me that way" yeah my husband was ready to go after my father. I think God is very merciful because something came over my husband and made him realize that he was worth going to prison over. My father tried to make excuses for it but we told him there is no excuse for doing this. You never touch a child. I said many things to him. The one thing that probably hurt him the most was when I told him that the one person he hates the most who happens to be his father is the one person he has become. I thought he was going to come after me again. I was able to tell him many things that I have been wanting to tell him for years. The whole time we were at his house talking to him he denied hitting me yesterday, I am beyond shocked.
The reason I said I should be used to this is because from the time I was 12 years old I started to be physically and verbally abused on the regular. At 12 I was punched in the face by him to the point that both me and my brother who was also punched in the face had bruises for days and my mother would not let us go out and kept ices on it all the time. After that is was just constant. I remember having to pull my pants down many times for him to whip me with a belt over and over. I was told I was fat constantly, that I was so dumb for not doing better in school and on and on. As I got older I saw him lose his temper all the time. Family home evenings to me are traumatizing every single Monday someone always without a doubt would get beat with the belt. He threaten abuse more times than I can count or remember. I do remember one time I was 19 and asked for permission to go out to see fireworks and be home by 10pm and because of that he threaten to beat me, then he threw a phone at me and started to come at me so I left the house and had my boyfriend at the time come pick me up and I had to stay out all night cause I was scared for my life.
This has just been most of my life. Everyone is scared of that monster! No one will ever stand up for themselves except for me now. He has gotten away with all of this for way too long and I have had it enough. I will not sit here and watch him cause my brothers or sister and my mother anymore trauma.
He is a sorry excuse for a human being. He needs mental help but he refuses to get it. I am giving him till next week to go talk to his bishop before I call him. He should not have a temple recommend or a calling.
All along my family has painted this perfect little family and everything is hush hush, don't tell anyone anything or else, this is no ones business but our families. My mom is so worried about what people are going to think.
Well her little perfect world came crushing down yesterday. I am done with the hush hush. I want the world to know what type of dysfunctional home I grew up in. I want the world to know that the person I call my father is an abuser. He puts my husband and I down all the time because we are not active in the church right now. Well hello! It sure didn't help him. He goes to the temple on the regular, he has a calling, he goes to church every Sunday, he reads his scriptures and does family prayer every night and guess what he is still an evil human being. So he can kiss my ass because none of that will help you be a better person obviously.
He took it to himself to ruin this family. I was willing to forgive him for the past stuff but at this point I am beyond forgiving him. He will be out of my life for a very long time. I cannot afford to have him in my life or my child's life.
I still cannot believe what happened to me yesterday.
The funny part or maybe the sad part is that I should be used to this by now, I grew up this way.
Yesterday my mother called me to her house to come help her out with what was going on with my sister.
We were basically doing an intervention on my sister who we thought was in a verbally abusive relationship. After talking to her for hours she finally saw it and decided she was going to break up with the guy. My mom was crying because she was so happy.
Then my father calls my mom outside where he was, all of a sudden I hear my mom screaming "David no, no, no, calm down" then my father storms into the living room and yells to my sister "you are calling your boyfriend right now and breaking up with him and if I catches him around this neighborhood ever again I will beat the shit out of him" by this point he is just out of control so I tell him to calm down. He tells me to mind my own effing business then he turns to my sister and tells her "if you ever talk to him again I will personally beat the shit out of you" by this point I do not even know what came over me. I laughed at him and told him "no you won't" he tells me to say it again and this time I tell him "you will not touch my effing sister".
The look on his face I will never forget, I have never seen a scarier face in my life. He launched at me with his hands in such a way I knew he wanted to choke me. I know for a fact had my sister and mom not been there, he might have killed me. He was wearing greasy gloves so you could see that he tried to choke me but missed by not too much. Then he proceeded to punch me and got me on the corner of my left eye and by my temple. By this time I managed to kick him in the gut which then cause him to trip and fall on top of my precious baby. From that moment on all I remember is me trying to grab a phone to call 911 but my mother was taking the phone out of my hand. I kept on screaming to my brother to call 911 and no one would.
I have NEVER in my life been more scared then yesterday. My sister immediately called my husband the second she was able to get the phone from my mom. We were all a mess and my husband couldn't understand.
I was beyond livid, everyone is crying by this point. I pick up my stuff and my child and try to leave. My poor sister is screaming to me to please not leave her there cause she is scared of what might happen to her. I wait for her and as we are about to walk out my mom says " come on guys don't leave until you are done crying I don't want the neighbors seeing this". I leave and my father is outside working on the car like nothing ever happened.
As I start to drive I realize I was shaking too much to drive I pull over and call my husband and let him know what happened. He immediately leaves work and comes to get me.
While waiting for my husband my sister tells me how she thought he was going to kill me. She said when he came at me to choke me she tried pushing his hands away which is probably what caused him to miss my neck. She then jumps on top of me but wasn't able to cover my face so that's when he punched me twice on my face. She said by this point she was so pissed she herself tried to choke him and pushed him along with me kicking him he went down. My poor mom was trying to push him away from all of us and in the process she got kicked on one of her ribs.
My husband finally comes and him and his sister wanted me to file charges I wanted to really bad but I just kept on thinking about my mom. I cannot do that to her. Not at this point. My husband decided he was going to go talk to my father. When we get there I figured I needed to go in cause I wanted to confront this sorry excuse of a man.
We go in and he is on the computer like nothing ever happened. What the hell? Jon got so pissed he told my dad that this was the last time he will ever touch me, my siblings or my mother cause next time he will beat the shit out of him. Then that dumb ass man says to my husband "don't talk to me that way" yeah my husband was ready to go after my father. I think God is very merciful because something came over my husband and made him realize that he was worth going to prison over. My father tried to make excuses for it but we told him there is no excuse for doing this. You never touch a child. I said many things to him. The one thing that probably hurt him the most was when I told him that the one person he hates the most who happens to be his father is the one person he has become. I thought he was going to come after me again. I was able to tell him many things that I have been wanting to tell him for years. The whole time we were at his house talking to him he denied hitting me yesterday, I am beyond shocked.
The reason I said I should be used to this is because from the time I was 12 years old I started to be physically and verbally abused on the regular. At 12 I was punched in the face by him to the point that both me and my brother who was also punched in the face had bruises for days and my mother would not let us go out and kept ices on it all the time. After that is was just constant. I remember having to pull my pants down many times for him to whip me with a belt over and over. I was told I was fat constantly, that I was so dumb for not doing better in school and on and on. As I got older I saw him lose his temper all the time. Family home evenings to me are traumatizing every single Monday someone always without a doubt would get beat with the belt. He threaten abuse more times than I can count or remember. I do remember one time I was 19 and asked for permission to go out to see fireworks and be home by 10pm and because of that he threaten to beat me, then he threw a phone at me and started to come at me so I left the house and had my boyfriend at the time come pick me up and I had to stay out all night cause I was scared for my life.
This has just been most of my life. Everyone is scared of that monster! No one will ever stand up for themselves except for me now. He has gotten away with all of this for way too long and I have had it enough. I will not sit here and watch him cause my brothers or sister and my mother anymore trauma.
He is a sorry excuse for a human being. He needs mental help but he refuses to get it. I am giving him till next week to go talk to his bishop before I call him. He should not have a temple recommend or a calling.
All along my family has painted this perfect little family and everything is hush hush, don't tell anyone anything or else, this is no ones business but our families. My mom is so worried about what people are going to think.
Well her little perfect world came crushing down yesterday. I am done with the hush hush. I want the world to know what type of dysfunctional home I grew up in. I want the world to know that the person I call my father is an abuser. He puts my husband and I down all the time because we are not active in the church right now. Well hello! It sure didn't help him. He goes to the temple on the regular, he has a calling, he goes to church every Sunday, he reads his scriptures and does family prayer every night and guess what he is still an evil human being. So he can kiss my ass because none of that will help you be a better person obviously.
He took it to himself to ruin this family. I was willing to forgive him for the past stuff but at this point I am beyond forgiving him. He will be out of my life for a very long time. I cannot afford to have him in my life or my child's life.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Problems
I am once more having some issues with the in-laws.
I am sure they don't even know because this time around I haven't said anything. Only to my husband.
I am still pissed about no one calling/texting/emailing for Baby's birthday.
And now to add to my thinking that Jon's family doesn't really care about Baby is the fact that we have asked his mom multiple times to come and visit Baby during the week and she hasn't.
What threw me over the edge was....
Baby one day started crying that he wanted to see mom-mom. I didn't even know what to say because before this Jon had asked her twice to come visit Baby and nothing. Well a few days later on a day that she is up here by our house cause she had work till 3pm Jon calls her and tells her how Baby had been crying for her to come see him. We were both thinking that hearing that would make her want to come see him even if its for 2 hours. Well her answer to that was "how sweet, ok I gotta go" ummmm....what in the world. Really? I flipped!
Now it has been over a month from the time that Jon asked his mom to come spend some time with her grandbaby and still we have not seen her.
I think I get so upset with Jon because I feel like he defends his family all the time. He tells me that I need to understand that his mom doesn't feel comfortable here at my home. Please! Excuses, excuses is all I hear. I am so sick and tired of hearing them.
Just come see you precious grandbaby!
Is that too much to ask of a grandparent? Cause I didn't think.
Everytime they have seen him has been because we have made the effort to go down to SLC to have them see him not once have they made an effort to come here to see him.
I am sure they don't even know because this time around I haven't said anything. Only to my husband.
I am still pissed about no one calling/texting/emailing for Baby's birthday.
And now to add to my thinking that Jon's family doesn't really care about Baby is the fact that we have asked his mom multiple times to come and visit Baby during the week and she hasn't.
What threw me over the edge was....
Baby one day started crying that he wanted to see mom-mom. I didn't even know what to say because before this Jon had asked her twice to come visit Baby and nothing. Well a few days later on a day that she is up here by our house cause she had work till 3pm Jon calls her and tells her how Baby had been crying for her to come see him. We were both thinking that hearing that would make her want to come see him even if its for 2 hours. Well her answer to that was "how sweet, ok I gotta go" ummmm....what in the world. Really? I flipped!
Now it has been over a month from the time that Jon asked his mom to come spend some time with her grandbaby and still we have not seen her.
I think I get so upset with Jon because I feel like he defends his family all the time. He tells me that I need to understand that his mom doesn't feel comfortable here at my home. Please! Excuses, excuses is all I hear. I am so sick and tired of hearing them.
Just come see you precious grandbaby!
Is that too much to ask of a grandparent? Cause I didn't think.
Everytime they have seen him has been because we have made the effort to go down to SLC to have them see him not once have they made an effort to come here to see him.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Patience
I am really working hard on my patience.
I just really don't have very much patience when it comes to anything.
Not a good thing when you are a mother.
Well I decided I need the Lord's help with this cause me doing it on my own is not working out.
I started waking up before Baby and am reading my scriptures and then doing a prayer asking for help throughout the day with patience.
Its funny how amazed I am every single time that prayer works and I get answers.
I have never had so much patience in my life.
I feel like a way better mother.
I just really don't have very much patience when it comes to anything.
Not a good thing when you are a mother.
Well I decided I need the Lord's help with this cause me doing it on my own is not working out.
I started waking up before Baby and am reading my scriptures and then doing a prayer asking for help throughout the day with patience.
Its funny how amazed I am every single time that prayer works and I get answers.
I have never had so much patience in my life.
I feel like a way better mother.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Dinosaur Park
We took Baby to a Dinosaur park the other day since he LOVES dinosaurs. We thought this was going to be a hit for sure.
Yeah, not so much.
He was mortified.
I didn't know that they had dinosaur noises throughout the park and it scared him. Poor thing, I really thought he was excited when we told him about it. We were there for a while and as long as we weren't near the area where the noises were he was fine. He really liked the playground they had.
He did get his first skinned knee. The sad part was that he fell on the same spot twice. He is such a little trooper though and barely cried.
Yeah, not so much.
He was mortified.
I didn't know that they had dinosaur noises throughout the park and it scared him. Poor thing, I really thought he was excited when we told him about it. We were there for a while and as long as we weren't near the area where the noises were he was fine. He really liked the playground they had.
He did get his first skinned knee. The sad part was that he fell on the same spot twice. He is such a little trooper though and barely cried.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Mama Bear
I took Baby to the playground they have at the mall.
Yeah, that was my first mistake!
Never again...
The second I get there I notice there is a 5-6 year old beating up on all the children.
I know I probably should have left then but that would have been complete melt down which I was not ready for.
Baby plays for a while with no problems, he holds his own.
Then Baby goes down the slide and the bully doesn't wait till Baby is done and he goes down and while going down kicks Baby but I told myself it was an accident. After all it did take Baby a while to get up.
But then Baby goes up the stairs to get on the slide and as he gets to the top this bully grabbed him by the hand and threw him down the stairs.
Oh HELL no!
I lost it, completely!
I ran and grabbed this boy buy the arm and told him what he did was wrong and that I saw him beating up my child and other children and that he needed to stop or leave the ground. Then I asked him who his mom was and of course he didn't tell me.
All the parents around me who saw this happen were scared, I am not even lying.
I was so shocked though that this little boy's mom did not come over and correct him or do anything at least apologize for him. What in the world...
Later on the little boy made a little girl bleed after he kicked her in the mouth and he just walked away and then the mom run out and did nothing. Didn't say sorry, didn't even talk to the child. I was so mad. I could not believe the nerve on some people.
Yeah, that was my first mistake!
Never again...
The second I get there I notice there is a 5-6 year old beating up on all the children.
I know I probably should have left then but that would have been complete melt down which I was not ready for.
Baby plays for a while with no problems, he holds his own.
Then Baby goes down the slide and the bully doesn't wait till Baby is done and he goes down and while going down kicks Baby but I told myself it was an accident. After all it did take Baby a while to get up.
But then Baby goes up the stairs to get on the slide and as he gets to the top this bully grabbed him by the hand and threw him down the stairs.
Oh HELL no!
I lost it, completely!
I ran and grabbed this boy buy the arm and told him what he did was wrong and that I saw him beating up my child and other children and that he needed to stop or leave the ground. Then I asked him who his mom was and of course he didn't tell me.
All the parents around me who saw this happen were scared, I am not even lying.
I was so shocked though that this little boy's mom did not come over and correct him or do anything at least apologize for him. What in the world...
Later on the little boy made a little girl bleed after he kicked her in the mouth and he just walked away and then the mom run out and did nothing. Didn't say sorry, didn't even talk to the child. I was so mad. I could not believe the nerve on some people.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Working mom
I have become a working mom.
Woohoo!
I know there are people who will take offense to me being happy about this but people honestly this needed to happen for my mental health.
I love my son more than anything in the world but doing the same thing every.single.day can start to drive you crazy.
Last month we had some things happen that made me and my husband realized we needed to get our financial situation together. My husband has too much going on in his life so we realized its not fair for him to also be in charge of our finances. So I have taken over our finances. This is a really scary thing for me but I am learning. As soon as I sat down and saw what was going on I realized I needed to start working ASAP to keep us afloat. Thankfully my husband owns his own business and so I have become one of his employees.
I only work 3 days a week, which is perfect for me. It gives me a little break from being mom and I get to talk to other people.
The best part is I feel like I am becoming a better mom to Baby. I have more patience with him. I have also stopped worrying about how clean my house is. This is a good thing. However I try not to have people come over they might have a heart attack. I read a quote recently that I absolutely love and am totally putting it somewhere in my house where everyone can see it. It says "Please excuse the mess the children are making memories". I couldn't have said it anymore perfect.
Woohoo!
I know there are people who will take offense to me being happy about this but people honestly this needed to happen for my mental health.
I love my son more than anything in the world but doing the same thing every.single.day can start to drive you crazy.
Last month we had some things happen that made me and my husband realized we needed to get our financial situation together. My husband has too much going on in his life so we realized its not fair for him to also be in charge of our finances. So I have taken over our finances. This is a really scary thing for me but I am learning. As soon as I sat down and saw what was going on I realized I needed to start working ASAP to keep us afloat. Thankfully my husband owns his own business and so I have become one of his employees.
I only work 3 days a week, which is perfect for me. It gives me a little break from being mom and I get to talk to other people.
The best part is I feel like I am becoming a better mom to Baby. I have more patience with him. I have also stopped worrying about how clean my house is. This is a good thing. However I try not to have people come over they might have a heart attack. I read a quote recently that I absolutely love and am totally putting it somewhere in my house where everyone can see it. It says "Please excuse the mess the children are making memories". I couldn't have said it anymore perfect.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
OBL
I know that its not a good thing to be happy when someone dies but when I heard Osama bin Laden died it made me kinda happy to know that such an evil person is no longer on this earth.
I put this on facebook and people were offended but oh well.
I am entitled to my opinion like everyone else is.
I put this on facebook and people were offended but oh well.
I am entitled to my opinion like everyone else is.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Easter
It was ok.
We went to church, of course by ourselves.
During church in between all the craziness that is my son the ambulance was called for one lady.
I did hear the lady giving a talk say to her granddaughters to please promise her that they would only marry return missionaries.
Ahahaha!
I really did laugh too.
Trust me people, by the way I wanna scream this out for the world to hear, just because you marry a return missionary does not guarantee that he will stay active or be a good person.
This makes me so mad when I hear it.
Luckily since it was Easter I was already feeling the spirit by then and didn't leave at that point. I did however enjoy Sunday School.
We went down to Happy Valley, aka Utah County for dinner with Jon's family and that was fun. Baby really had a blast collecting eggs which thankfully were all left there.
Sad thing is I didn't even get pictures of him I only have some from the morning at our house but oh well.
One last thought...now that most of my family from Costa Rica is on facebook I get to have contact with them on the regular which is amazing but this year for Easter it made me sad because exactly 7 years ago I was in Costa Rica with my family and Easter there is the best. We have all sorts of food we eat that you cannot get here. So sad.
We went to church, of course by ourselves.
During church in between all the craziness that is my son the ambulance was called for one lady.
I did hear the lady giving a talk say to her granddaughters to please promise her that they would only marry return missionaries.
Ahahaha!
I really did laugh too.
Trust me people, by the way I wanna scream this out for the world to hear, just because you marry a return missionary does not guarantee that he will stay active or be a good person.
This makes me so mad when I hear it.
Luckily since it was Easter I was already feeling the spirit by then and didn't leave at that point. I did however enjoy Sunday School.
We went down to Happy Valley, aka Utah County for dinner with Jon's family and that was fun. Baby really had a blast collecting eggs which thankfully were all left there.
Sad thing is I didn't even get pictures of him I only have some from the morning at our house but oh well.
One last thought...now that most of my family from Costa Rica is on facebook I get to have contact with them on the regular which is amazing but this year for Easter it made me sad because exactly 7 years ago I was in Costa Rica with my family and Easter there is the best. We have all sorts of food we eat that you cannot get here. So sad.
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