What you think does matter

My children love each other - they also love to BUG each other. It’s no lie - they wake up - and ten seconds later, their arguing about something or other. The funny thing is that they can't live without each other. Today, they hijacked my bed and kicked me out. So hear I am awake way to early in the morning and they decide their going to fight about little Isaac breathing to hard. it was bothering her, she [ kiki ] couldn't sleep because her little brother was breathing too hard. hey, what about me.... it's my bed you two guys kicked me out of and I can't sleep because your in MY BED... So I did the next best thing.... I found a couple of videos to distract them while I ran away to find some peace and quite.

Exploiting my Children online ? ? ? ? Interesting, I was asked if I felt ok with Exploiting my children.. When I asked, what they meant by “exploiting my children” - they said : “You know, putting them out there on the internet for all the world to see. Don’t you think your exploiting them - by putting their life on display for people to see?” It was an interesting thought. And I could see why people would think that - they think it because they’ve seen what happens to child TV stars and lets not forget all the wacko’s out there. But let me explain a few things - at least from my personal life. My children are the world to me. They are the joy of my life and the air I breath. When my little girl was born I promised to be there for her, unlike my father who left when I was five. As she grew up I realized two things - one, time and age will erode my memory of all the good things I have done and do for my children. So I started keeping a journal and a large book of photos, mementos and co

Love is a strange fickle thing I grew up with seven brothers and sisters - and as much as we loved each other, we also hated each other. Ok, hate might be too strong a word but - we fought just as much as we loved each other. The funny thing is, my children are the same way. For as much as they love each other - they fight like cats and dogs. They seem to want to get on each others nerves. Yesterday they were watching TV in the living room and it seemed like they were bitter rivals. Everything was a challenge. They couldn’t go twenty seconds without something to snicker and fight about. My son who seems to be the more “sneaky” of the two - found pleasure in ratting his sister out when he found some spilled juice in the frig. He came running to us with this happy grin as he said “ooh KIKI spilled a lot of juice all over the floor.... come, hurry, look”. But what makes me laugh is that as much as they fight - they can’t be separated. A perfect example was this morning. I wake up early an

Usually when I get mad - I just let it out. Or I let it simmer, boil, fester inside until I explode on my unsuspecting annoying victim. but I am told there are better ways to handle anger - so lets see what they are? Let’s examine the alternatives for anger management: I. You can attend an anger management class. By employing various mental techniques, anger management classes attempt to help you see differently the situations that have caused you anger and to change your thinking processes. This can be helpful; however, these mental techniques often only mask the true cause of your losing control of your anger. Most people are unable to maintain these temporary benefits in controlling their anger. II. You can see a counselor. Seeing a counselor definitely has its benefits. A counselor can sometimes help you see differently the situations that have caused you anger and help change your thinking processes that have to do with the supposed causes of your anger. But they can't always

I've been having a bad week and have been openly venting my fustration with the high cost of living [ meaning everything ]. I mean [ not to sound old ] but I remember when milk was $2.50 a gallon. When a small bag a chips cost you 25 cents and when I first moved to florida gas was $1.25 a gallon. So here I am fustrated and openly talking about the high cost of living in front of my children. I forgot that my duaghter is old enough to know what I am saying but not old enough to understand what life is all about. So on one of our trips home from school she ask a very polite question: "Are we poor???" I really felt bad about forgetting that children pick up everything you say. She brought me to tears when she offered to give up her savings to help the family out..... I love my kids... Update: Video is gone due to Revver shutting down. I wish I had put it in youtube. It's been several years since I wrote this post and after these several years of economic distress [ reces