The Fart Story

So today, my dad decided to walk up next to Aiden while he was eating his waffles this morning and fart…repeatedly. That is what inspired this vent for today.

Now, I know some of you may laugh…and that’s ok…I’m sure I will eventually, but right now it’s just too much. I can’t believe I have to put this out there…

Look, you are an ADULT…and if you FART on my kids’ FOOD and I have to say something to you such as “please don’t do that,” that does not equate into me having a “temper problem.”

I asked you nicely and while I may be a bit “animated,” the shock of what YOU chose to do is part of that equation, I assure you. Nobody expects a grown person to behave like that.

Also, if you are keeping our grandchild from us, if you are talking crap behind our backs about our lives which you know NOTHING about because you never spend any time with US, if you are an overall AHOLE, do NOT expect ANYONE to just put up with it.
*Those that do, are NOT doing YOU any good by kissing your butt!

You are both grown people, yes-MY PARENTS and should know better and again, the shock of your behavior is part of that equation. I can see why the marriage didn’t work. Two inconsiderate, disrespectful, demanding, selfish people DO NOT a couple make.

When people have finally had enough of YOUR garbage and you have the nerve to run around and say THEY are the one with a “temper” problem YOU got issues. This is still our home and we have say over what our expectations are.
Vent complete.

“Are you gonna miss me, Danpaw?”

“Are you gonna miss me, Danpaw?” That’s what our 4 yr old asked of my father the other day as he hastily packed his bags.

He’d come to us as such a surprise in May 2015. We didn’t realize he was on his way up here until the day prior. It was all quite the whirlwind and nobody was ready. A lot of things sort of came to a head at once including my daughters return home to us. But last Monday, Brian urged me to get online to purchase Dad’s train ticket and as I did so, Dad began to pack.

I didn’t know Dad that well, truth be told. My parents divorced when I was 7 years old with my Mom moving us up from California to Washington State. My Dad sees this as me “choosing” mom and up here over him by the way. Anyway, the times I got with him were a few weeks every summer and the occasional Christmas. It just wasn’t enough time to really know anyone and once I hit those teen years I quit going all together, sadly. Stupid teenage years!

I saw him maybe 3 times since, the last time being about 14 years ago. Did he ever come up here to see me you may ask? No. He didn’t. He’ll tell you he did and that I refused to see him but that is an outright lie or he otherwise remembers it wrong. He had called and said he was up here (yes, I was surprised because I had no idea he was coming), I offered to pick him up and his response was, “I don’t want to interfere…” You see, he was really up here for gun shows and his friend, Cory. At any rate, it was the only time to my knowledge that he’d been up here and he ended up leaving without seeing me or his granddaughters who were then 1 and 3 yrs of age.

Through the years, we’d kept in touch by phone or letter best we could. He’d gone through a lot, I’d gone through a lot. The past few years were the roughest because for him, he was staying at my grandmothers now delapitated home. It was once a cute little home but as the years went on and Dad’s depression took over, it had little to no upkeep. There wasn’t anything I could do to get him out of there and by this time, a woman named Shirley was involved. I suspected he had beginning stages of dementia or alzheimers but never could get a straight answer out of him for sure.

I blame myself for not having better patience with him. He’s 73 for pete’s sake. But I just couldn’t muster the patience. We had a lot of good times these past 9 months but also some disagreements. He truly felt it was ok to make remarks to me that were hurtful in nature or to criticize me while glorifying Brian. He was extremely disrespectful to me in front of my children and I see this to be quite detrimental. I would defend myself and he couldn’t stand it. Also, our grandbaby was finally born and I think her coming home scared him. He wouldn’t even go see her at the hospital…his own great-granddaughter! The time he was here were tough at times, at times. He wouldn’t see a doctor for the obvious hernia’s he had or swollen legs. He really wouldn’t listen to us about anything but you know, we did enjoy that time for other reasons and my children got to know their grandfather.  We laughed a lot together. We both enjoyed similar interests. Taking him to Goodwill was fun for me because it gave us that time with just “us” that I felt like we needed after so much time apart…but I guess I really ceased to matter to him years ago when he taught himself to live without me or when my grandmother passed away May of 1995.

He left on the train last Thursday morning with promise after promise of his return. The truth was, he had no plans to return. He sent me a text that he was back with Shirley at her place and “had to try” because she needed help. It’s sad. She kicked him out in the first place (according to him) and he spoke of her horribly while here…and yet this was his choice. Things went downhill from there. I think he was upset that I caught him in his lie. At this point, I have no plans to speak with him further as this is someone who I’d rather remember from my childhood…that man was sweet, kind hearted, hilarious and my daddy. I will miss that man until the day I die. The man who came up here…that was merely a dim reflection or perhaps I hadn’t had the chance to see him from that adult standpoint. His selfishness is one for the records…but I’d just rather remember how he was when I was a kid. I love you Daddy…I hope you’ll miss me, too. I’m sure going to miss you. I promise to get to LaGrange and Jamestown someday. Thank you for being my daddy.


The Unexpected Dad-(Aka:Daddo)

So, I haven’t gotten a chance to share the various shenanigans I found myself involved in with dad!

He moved up here in May of 2015. He’d avoided coming to Washington state (from California) since my mother moved us up here when I was in 3rd grade. He kept saying he’d come visit, but I think we all know how that goes. Life happens and various things keep us away and while we may have a genuine heart to the words we say, unless we make it a priority it simply won’t happen. Regardless, at the last minute he showed up and it’s been quite interesting to say the least, lol.

It all started out with a sock. The first few weeks had been rough. He was 72 afterall and one can’t expect it’d feel good to just sort of pick up and leave after all those years but he was in a situation where he had nowhere to go and I’d long begged him to come here. So, one day he fell asleep and I decided, “let the games begin!” I could almost hear Dumbledore’s voice ringing out as though an exciting game of quiddich was soon to erupt. I put the sock along his chest, snapped a picture and sent it to him on his fancy new smartphone I’d gotten him…and so it began. Getting to know dad, spending time together, bickering, laughing. It’s been a riot and I wouldn’t change it for anything. The kids have gotten to know their grandfather in ways I’d never thought possible in my wildest dreams! The Lord truly does work in mysterious ways because as I’d prayed for this for many years, I didn’t expect it..not one bit.

In the midst of the chaos, the job loss, the health issues…I didn’t expect-Dad.

More to share and I fully expect to edit this or add but wow…

Introduction to the shenanigans!

Well, hello there! Please pardon the mess, a baby blog was born today and I am still adjusting to new bloghood.

The name I go by most of the time is, Mama but some call me-Stacy. I am a 41 year old mother of six children! And before anyone says anything-yes, I know what causes that and yes, I have a t.v. I just happen to be one of the rare ones who genuinely wanted a large family and feel blessed to have it. bigfam

My motto truly is, the more the merrier. My eldest daughter and my first hatchling is 22, my second child also a daughter is 20, my first son is 14 as of the wee hours of tomorrow morning, my second son is 11 (and he has autism spectrum disorder), my fifth child a son is 4 and my sixth child, a daughter is 18 months of age. My eldest daughter and her boyfriend have moved in and are expecting our grandbaby January 8th.

I am engaged to the most wonderful man I could ever hope to know and along with my children, is the true love of my world and last, but never least is Dad. My father moved in with us in May 2015 and well, stories from that could create a whole other blog! Yep-as I typed that last part, he woke up and rose from the couch and farted in my general direction and said it had my name on it. Thanks, Dad…lovely introductory!