Proof is in the …..

Some concern was brought up in the comments of my last post about the whole “Stacey” story possibly being a scam. I wasn’t upset by the suggestion. I did get a tad bit defensive (because, DO PEOPLE THINK I’M THAT STUPID?!), but that’s just how I am. I’m highly emotional and react without thinking things through sometimes. Ok, most times. Ok, pretty much all of the time.
I emailed the lady I had met at Target, Kim. I told her that I had no doubts, but that some people had questioned the story. (Understandably so.) She sent a reply, along with pictures. I will not post the pictures, but I will post the email, minus the personal details. I can provide anyone truly concerned with that info, but I’m hoping this will put any doubts to rest.

Yvonne: I am sending you some pic from Tx. Also,you can call the mayor’s office in San Antonio,whom I spoke with today and they will confirm her at the shelter. Also,you can speak to the charge nurses at the shelter, Pat Osborne and Karen.
If you need anything else let me know. I will send the pic asap..Kim
p.s. I am senior vice president of Coldwell Banker Commercial. XXXXX, Ca. XXXXX XXXXXXr is my boss and he will tell you, I would never lie about anything like this.

She included pictures of the shelter and of Stacey and her phone number. Also, pictures of herself at the shelter with these people.
One more thing, I spoke with Ma’Melly and asked her if it would be possible to send boxes to her and have her deliver them personally to Stacey. She was all “OF COURSE! I’D LOVE TO HELP!” So, today, she’s going to call Stacey to find out exactly where she’s staying. Email me if you were unable to have something shippped to the PO Box and I’ll put you in touch with Melly.
Again, thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping. We are making a difference. You all are incredibly generous people.
xoxo

Update

I’ve made a baby registry for Stacey. I called her to make sure it was ok with her. She was very thankful and I told her I’ll be keeping in touch in case they move her, so I can make sure anything purchased is sent to the right place.
Baby registry.
If you can’t buy from the wishlist but you have things you want to send (and I know some of you do, I’ve read your emails and will be responding very shortly) to her on your own, like pampers/clothing for her or her kids/personal items, I’ll send you her P.O Box info.
I love you guys for being so concerned and generous. I KNOW people are pretty much spent, so the fact that so many of you have responded is awesome. Thank you. So SO much.
**UPDATED**
I have a reader who lives in SA. She called Stacey this morning, then called me back with some GOOD NEWS. Stacey got an apartment! And? She’ll still be getting everything that’s sent to her P.O Box, so no worries there. I called her immediately after hanging up with Nicole. I told her there were gifts on the way and that I’d keep the word out about her other children. They are getting help with furniture, but They NEED clothing and baby things. They do not need toys, the kids have toys. OH OH and? I didn’t realize she has THREE children. A 2 year old girl. So, the clothing sizes she needs are as follows. Size 3/4t girl/ Size 8 boy/ Size 7slim girl and size 16/18 womens.
She sounds a little, um, leary (sp?) about all of the help but I don’t blame her, I told her that I completely understand if she’s a bit freaked out about all of these strangers wanting to help her, but I asked her to trust me that we’re Good People who just want to help her and her children. I can’t thank you all enough for your help.

Funny how things happen.

While in the checkout line at Target, a very friendly woman approached me to tell me how much she loved my earrings.
“They’re very egyptian. They look beautiful with your outfit, you just look so exotic.”
There was really no point in telling you THE ENTIRE COMPLIMENT, other than to let The Internet know that someone called me “exotic.”
I told her I got them right there from Target! Because, you know, I can’t afford to buy from the expensive jewelery stores with three kids.
That led to a conversation about how you really never have “enough money” to have kids, but, everything always works out. I told her that when I found out I was pregnant with the beautiful little girl who was waving at her, that we had absolutely NO MONEY and how I panicked.
“God KNEW you needed her, though.”
She then begin to tell me how she just got back from San Antonio, working with victims of Katrina as a nurse. She told me of a woman she cared for who lost her husband, is about ready to have a baby and has absolutely nothing.
My heart broke.
“I want to help her” I blurted out.
“I’ll give you her cell phone number, you can call her and ask her what she needs.”
I rushed home, grabbed the phone, took a few deep breaths and dialed the number. As soon as she answered, I started to cry. I introduced myself and told her I wanted to help her. She told me she doesn’t have ANYTHING for the new baby that is about to be born. Her kids don’t have anything.
From what Kim (the nurse that I met) told me, there are thousands of evacuees that are being completely ignored. She was angry. SO VERY ANGRY. She said it’s unbelievable what’s going on. She’s called the mayor and the LA Times because she wants everyone to know what’s really happening and how the people who “aren’t at the Atrodome with Oprah and the reporters” are being completely overlooked and are in great need.
That’s why I am going to do what I can to help Stacey. That’s the woman’s name. I have her phone number and now I have her PO Box number. If you’d like to help her, please, PLEASE email me and I’ll give you the address where you can send things to. She needs baby items (again, she has NOTHING) she also needs clothes (size 16) as well as clothes for her children (girl, size 7, boy, size 8).
I have been crying ever since I first heard this woman’s voice.
I feel blessed to be able to help her. If you’d like to help too, just leave a comment or email me.
(this is one of those posts that will have to go unedited because Gabby is awake and I shouldn’t even be on this computer, but I had to write about this. I had to.)

The one where I don’t know how to end it because I could go on for HOURS about how The Teeth have turned her into The Debil

G-Unit FINALLY grew her upper teeth. And it’s weird, because e’rr since she got those teeth? She’s become violent.
You can see it in her smile. Look.

Her once toothless, sweet, innocent smile has been replaced with “yeah, I’m cute, but I’M ALSO PART GREMLIN AND WILL BITE YOUR FACE.”
I have scratches all over my cheeks from where she has DUG HER NAILS in my face when she gets pissed off.
And when I tell her “No!”?
She shakes her finger at me and screams “NONONONE!”
Oh, how she LOVES to Shake that finger.
And Scratch faces.
clench her fists whilst grunting in anger.
And stretch out and rip off all of her shirts in a fit of ‘GET ME OUT OF THIS CHAIR ALREADY BECAUSE I HAVE FACES TO SCRATCH!
I still love her like crazy, but she’s scaring me a little bit.
Not only because she’s taking a liking to inflicting pain and shaking her finger at me all day long, but? Because the girl has 29385985 toys, right?

(Which, by the way, have taken over my entire house. See those drawers? They were once filled with CD’S. Now? TOYS. And then there’s the basket of toys in my room and in her room…)
See all of the toys? You think she’d want to sit down with mommy and play with them! but does she? OF COURSE SHE DOESN’T!
She wants to “rooooooom roooooooom”, which, is G-Unit talk for “take me outside right now, open up the van and sit me ON THE STEERING WHEEL and turn it side to side whilst saying “vrrrooooom vrooooom”!
The HELL?
I thought having a girl meant we’d be playing with dolls and cuddling with stuffed animals? NOT RIDING ON STEERING WHEELS AND SCRATCHING EYEBALLS OUT.
Call me “crazy”, but I blame The HUGE upper teeth, because I swear to The Lord that this “personality change” took place the day those suckers broke through the gums.

Take ONE guess who is the “mature” one in our relationship.

Oh My God.
Tony’s in the kitchen telling the boys what a vasectomy is.
I can’t stand it.
OMG. HE SAID “CUT INTO MY BALLS.”
Followed by “HA! HA! HAA!”
He said “there’s a tube.” “Seed” “Mom’s egg”.
Now it’s “GROSS.”
I’m dying here, people. DYING.
“So, you’re gonna be sore in the balls?”
I’m so glad I didn’t go over there when Tony called me to “participate in the conversation.”
This is one area in parenting I am not good at. I mean, I can tell them all about The Penis and The Vagina, but when it comes to TONY’S penis and MY vagina?
P-U-K-E.
I am so not comfortable with my kids knowing that me and Tony “rub bushes.”
ahhhhhhhhh.

My vagina is freaking OUT, but in a good way.


Tonight. Finally.
It’s just “The Class” so we still have to wait for the actual procedure, but at least we’re on the way to fear free sex.
I assumed I’d be coming to the class with him, but when I brought it up, Tony was all “hell to the NO.”
I suppose he thinks I won’t take the class seriously. He thinks I’ll
not be very mature. What does he think I’ll do?
Laugh at inappriate times?
Draw pictures of weiners getting sliced up?
Ask lots of questions about how big the balls actually get?
Oh, how much fun it would have been, but I’ll never know because I’ve been “forbidden.”
Tony 403’d my ass.
Honestly? I don’t blame him. It’s better I stay home and laugh about my husbands balls then do it in front of a bunch of men and one doctor who won’t find me very funny anyway.
I’m excited it’s finally happening and not just because I’m H to the O to the r-n-y, either.
Ok, yeah. That’s the ONLY reason I’m excited about it. I’m sick of saying “No!” Or “Get that thing off of me!” OR “I WILL KILL YOU IF I GET PREGNANT”.
Sick.Of.It.
I am so ready to get a good Enchilada Stuffing and actually enjoy it.
It’s been over a year. It’s time to get that Weapon “deactivated” and back in business.
If you know what I’m sayin’ and I think you do.
UPDATED! WITH PICTURES!
I just “reviewed” the materials the they handed out in “class”. Tony was completely right in “forbidding me” from attending with him.
Because…

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I was tempted to light a match.

A re-enactment of the game of Uno me and the boys just finished playing.
“I’m first.”
“Ok” *pffffffft*
“Your turn.”
“OK!” *brrrrrrftpffft*
“Who’s next?”
*pffft thhrrrrrrumm pffffft*
“Good one, mom.”
*frrrrrrtatafffftht*
“dang! I don’t have any more reds. I have to draw!” *pffft putt putt brrrrrth putt putt*
“Whoa. Can we stop the game. I have to take a dump or else I’m gonna poo myself.”
Farting Uno. It was beautiful.

Group Cheese


The “Mommy meet up” turned out better than I had imagined. Normally, I blend into “groups” quite well, because I loves to talk to people and believe me, I’ll talk to anyone who’s willing to listen. I did feel somewhat uncomfortable and akward today around these women. It wasn’t anything they did, they were very friendly. I blame my vagina. She’s all stuck up today.
I don’t know, I just wanted to say “vagina.”
I talked to a few of the women, but I ended up wandering off by myself and taking pictures of ma’ girl. Not very “group like” of me, but I’m telling you, I felt… uncomfortable.
My favorite moment of the day happened when we joined the group for some “bubble blowing” fun. My daughter couldn’t participate because she still isn’t walking (almost, though!) So, she just stood there, watching and pointing. I felt sad that she couldn’t run and chase the bubbles like the other kids, because I could tell she wanted to so badly. My heart broke a little watching her standing all alone. As I watched and wept a little on the inside, the cutest little girl walked right up to her and smiled. Gabby got so excited, started waving and said “Hi!”. They just stood there staring at one another, smiling, talking baby talk. It was such a precious moment and as I watched, I realized that this was “one of those moments” that I’ll never forget, even when she’s older, I’ll think back on it and smile, maybe even cry a little, because, oh my GOD, it was so sweet. I’m thrilled to have been able to capture the moment.

*Kids of Katrina update*

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Kindness of strangers nieghbors


That is my livingroom. All of those supplies, for children, are from ONE nieghbor. The bags are FULL of school supplies. You can’t really tell from the pictures… And there’s diapers, pacifiers, shampoos, bug repellant, books…And she’s bringing more tomorrow.
And? 3 more neighbors have called to tell me they have or are getting stuff to bring later this week.
This is awesome. Awesome.

Every bit counts…

I’ve hand written a letter to my neighbor asking them to join in Michele’s effort to get School Supplies to victims of Katrina.
I’m hoping that they come through in a very big way. I realize if they do, I’ll be having to fork out a great deal of money for shipping, but I’m willing to do that to make sure these kids get things they desperately need right now.
To those of you, be it friends or strangers, who want to throw your “BUSH” comments my way, how about you use that energy to help the vicims instead of sending me emails of leaving me comments, because, really? How is that helping?
Now, I’m off to Kinkos to have the flyers printed so that me and the kids can pass them out. Then, it’s off to Target to buy some supplies to donate. I can’t even describe how good it feels to be doing something…
**Michele has set up a Wishlist for those who want to help, but don’t have a paypal account or the time to buy/ship the items to her.