ohh, lord

Just got back from staying the night with my mom and Brandy.  It was nice.  I find it easier to deal with her now that I dont live with her. 

I go over to do my laundry and let the Doll have her way with Jesse.  She misses him so much.  He misses her too, when Mom calls Jesse starts screaming into the phone to know where his baby girl is.  I feel like I’ve taken her away from him, but I do what I can to make sure they see each other.  She likes the two bastard children that live here, but they just don’t compare to Jesse.  He is the light of her days and he better damn well not be sleeping when I take her over there or she will wake him up.  She is a demanding little snot, I tell you.  She crawls up to his side and screams in his ear until he wakes up for her.  I probablly shouldn’t let her get away with things like that, but I am usually laughing to hard to stop her.  Amazing, the agenda of a nine month old.

Oh, did I tell you about Third World Family?  You know the really nasty, trashy, redneck, embarrasing side of my family.  I told y’all that CPS came and took the kids because Uncle Fred had passed away, well Debbie went to visit the kids at their foster home.  The kids don’t understand what has happened.  They told Debbie that there were kidnapped and that they wanted to go home. Debbie had to explain what was going on to them.  I know, its funny, but its not funny.  Those kids are so ignorant of the world around them that they thought they were kiddnapped from our house.  And moving on.  Their foster parents are wonderful people.  They are a black couple that don’t have any children of their own and were willing to take in all three of them at once.  Well being that they came from a racist home, well lets just say its been interresting.  Destiny, the little girl, told Debbie “We live with a black woman.  And weplay with black kids.  And we go to a black school.  And we have a black teacher.”  Debbie was trying to shush Destiny the whole time she kept going on and on about all the black people.  I guess Debbie didn’t want the case workers to know that she uses the n word for black people.  They are black too.  Maybe if they knew how Debbie really felt, then the kids could just be put up for adoption and not have to go back to that life.

Oh well, enough of that crap.  I’m really tired.  But I’m off to my new love first, s’mores pop tarts.  They are wonderful.  I know, I shouldn’t, but they are yummy.  Wow, can this entry get anymore random?  I’m leaving.  Nite y’all.

Y’all take care and hug those babies tight.

Mandy