I would like to know what happened to my friends? Karen, Staci, Teresa, Jessi, Amanda? I thought I had made friends for life with at least a couple of you... Karen, do you really sit at home and get fat? Do you ever do anything physical...? I invited you to a birthday party for my little girl, thinking that I wanted my kids to know my friends as well as their fathers Friends. You couldn't even apologize for missing it!!! Jessi, I understand that you have been in a difficult situation, and you have little ones, what I don't understand is what happened between the last time I saw you and now... I repeat I wanted my friends to be part of my childrens lives. Staci, Once again, you have kids too, I understand it's hard to keep in touch, but you approached me at the store, not the other way around! Teresa, you had kids before I did, but how about we start meaning what we say to each other people?
Amanda. I went out of my way to try and hang out and what not after we moved back to the area... You led me on, and then ignored me. If you have a problem with Frank, or someone else I'm friends with that's fine, but just so you know, we were out of state for 4 years, and that was the first time we'd seen Frank in about 6 years, in fact.

How about this, you can all kiss my rear-end. I have done nothing but try to balance and include my friends in my life. Instead, I have found that people like my husbands friends: Frank, Korey, Mike, Bob, Jay... There are more but I don't have time to list them. They've been better friends to me, and nearly like family to my children, when you guys just forgot about me. If you would like to be included in my extended family, act like it. It's not like I didn't try to invite you.

Let's clarify something, my kids do not in any way shape or form resemble "pets" They are beautiful, sweet children. Unlike "well-trained" and her husband over at myspace.com, I know who my children's biological father is, I married him. I would never go into court and tell a judge that I want nothing more to do with them. I don't put up a front like I'm a friend if I'm not, I don't take the toys of my neice and hide them in my closet because they bother me. I don't get dressed up like a prostitute to take my kids to the park. I don't have any bench warrents in any state. My family didn't raise a slutty selfish drop-out.

I have lost my touch. I sat down here to write something, and nothing
came out, or rather it came out all wrong. I suppose that I'll have to start making time for writing again. September will make it easier, Robert will be in Kindergarten, Jordan will be in first grade, and then it'll be back to two at home again. It even looks like we'll be buying a home in the next year or so.
Things are gradually getting better, slowly but surely.

Well well well, guess who's all done having kids? That's right it's me. With our final child Porter Owen born in January, we have closed the pregnancy and child birth chapter of our life together with a terrifyingly epidural-free three hour labor followed the next day by a tubal ligation. And so now we are the proud parents of Jordan, Robert, Donald, and Porter. I am well on my way to losing my sanity.