Brothers

Well, I did what I set out to do in 2009. I had a baby. Jagger, you can call him Jag for short, was born on the 23rd of October. I had him in the wee hours of the morning, and texted right through my very natural labor. Don't hate! (= I'll be honest, I was unsure of how this would feel..having two babies insted of just the one. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to divide my time evenly. I was about as wrong as wrong can be. I have to give my first born props here, he's such an amazing big brother. He doesn't even have the tiniest hint of jealousy. He thinks that it is his job to keep Jagger safe and take care of him. Aiden calls Jag "My baby Jagger" or "My Jagger baby" and it's just about the cutest thing I've ever heard. My boy is gonna make a fab Daddy one of these days, a long long time from now. You don't mess with Jagger around Aiden, as his cousin Luke found out shortly after Jaggers birth. You see, Luke is only 2 and though he should know better, like any other two year old he just doesn't care. Luke was being rough with Jag one day, and Aiden broke out in a full on death metal growl "NO LUKE! You NOT touch MY Jagger baby like that!" That's all it took, and Aiden was ready to throw down, and throw down he did. It's probably slightly twisted that I'm proud of my Aiden for this action, but I am none the less. I couldn't even be mad at him about hitting Luke, he was messing with his baby brother after all. Life as a mother of two little boys has been good to me thus far, and I anticipate it getting even better. I've always wanted a girl, and when I got pregnant with Jagger, I hoped that I would get my girl very much. I wouldn't trade my boys for 10 baby girls though, the bond that they share as brothers, even at the young ages of three years and two months, is more than I could have asked for. I have my sweet blond haired three year old Batman addicted angel, and my adorable brown haired two month old happy little love. It's everything I ever wanted, a second baby, but it's so much more than that. I adored my little family to begin with. Hell, I adored my little family when it only consisted of Justin and I, but to add a baby brother to the mix of the three of us, well...it's Heaven on earth! Jagger smiled at me for the first time a few days ago and I, as any mother to an angelic two month old would be, was just in awe and ecstatic over this. What caught me by surprise was the way Aiden handled this new situation. "Mommy, he smiled at 'chu, he loves 'chu Mommy!" Aiden said. He followed that statement with "Hey baby Jagger, I love 'chu! Awe! 'Chu sooooo cute" and that's all it took, my already huge grin got even bigger. I was prepared for jealousy, tantrums and near death experiences where Aiden would try to turn Jagger bassinet over, as these were the only types of stories I was told while pregnant with my second little blessing. What I got was so much different though, and it has proven to me that a three year old by can be as loving, gentle, compassionate and patient as any mother I know.

Descriptive Essay

I had to write a descriptive essay for school. It had to be about a person or a place, a person that impacted my life in a major way, good or bad, or a place that I believe is heaven on earth, or hell on earth. I chose to write about the town that I'm from and the things I don't like about it. This is my revised version of the essay.

Oceana, West Virginia

Oceana, West Virginia is a small town with a population of about 1,400 people. Only a little over half its residents have high school diplomas. Most of the residents never attend college. Oceana is, generally speaking, a very undereducated town. It's a place where drug use is more common than higher education. It lacks opportunity for entertainment, there is no movie theater, mall, or decent park. Though it does boast a chain of Churches and gas stations that span the length of the main street. It is a place that affords its townspeople very little opportunities or diversity of any kind.

I moved to Oceana, West Virginia when I was in the 6th grade. I was very much excited to leave Virginia and come to West Virginia to have a fresh start here. It did not live up to the ideal I had formed in my mind of a quaint small town. In fact it was just the opposite. It was quite loud, especially in my bedroom, where I could hear loud music and cars sounding their horns all night long. I did not like the complications of all the hollows, and I have always disliked the mispronunciations that run rampant here. Things like "holler" instead of hollow, "warsher" instead of washer, and the list goes on and on. I can not tolerate living in a place where the residents cannot even speak correctly.

I find Oceana to be a backward type of place. It has little in the way of shopping and entertainment. Oceana lacks variety and excitement. You have to drive at least a hour to see a movie or shop for clothing that isn't made out of cheap, itchy fabric that is sold at Dollar General. It’s very out of the way, which causes its residents to spend a lot of money on gas to enjoy simple pleasures in life that other people take for granted and in other places are convenient. Simple pleasures like taking your child to a park where you won't find used needles and beer bottles on the ground under the swings or going to a movie without having to drive 30 miles to get to the theater. In Oceana, barely anything is convenient. I prefer organic foods for myself and my family. The closest store that sells a good variety of organic food is in Princeton, which is a good hour and ten minute drive. Here the option to eat foods without chemicals and growth hormones is non existent, unless you’re willing to spend 30 to 40 dollars in gas to get to a store that provides you with the healthier option.

Drugs are a huge problem in Oceana, which is something that is not positive for its residents. You can pitch a quarter out your front door and hit three junkies with it before it lands on the ground. That’s how big the problem with drugs is here. Because of the large number of people who abuse prescription medication in this part of the state, it had become increasingly difficult to actually get help through medication when you have a legitimate need for it. Most of the doctors and their staff put you off as a pill seeker, because of the large number of actual pill seekers in and around Oceana. You can’t keep tools, weed eaters, or anything of any amount of value outside, you have to keep them locked up, or else someone will steal them, or try to. I live in a place where I’m scared to keep my toddler's play things outside. The police do very little about this problem in comparison to bigger towns and cities.

`What I thought was going to be a dusty, slow paced, sleepy small town turned out to be a drug infested, thief filled, dirty, undereducated, inconvenient place to live. It is a place where I do not intend to raise my son. A place where everyone is the same, in most ways, and where coal, no matter the problems it causes the environment and the beauty of West Virginia mountains, is considered wonderful. There is no culture here, there is no diversity. If you’re not white, Christian, uninformed, and slightly ignorant then you will never fit in. If you have a different point of view, then you’re simply wrong. People here tend to accept what they’re told, and rarely question anything. They school system does not teach people to think for themselves, to form their own opinions.

It is not wild and wonderful West Virginia. It’s not even close. It’s certainly wild, but not in the way that the motto implies, and the nature is wonderful, at least what has not been destroyed by mountain top removal. It’s polluted, it pollutes, and it has not a care in the world for global warming. Most of the citizens are content with the way things are. As for me, I’m not. It's places like Oceana and a large number of the residents that live here that give West Virginia, as a whole, a bad name. When I look around or speak to people here, it's no wonder to me that people in other states think that we are all a bunch of rednecks wearing flannel shirts and bibbed overalls while slaughtering the English language and sitting in a coal pile.

I'm going to have a baby

Okay, so I'm not pregnant. Big deal. That's not the point. I am hell bent determined to have a baby this year. I'm going to buy an ovulation prediction kit within the next week or so. I've got baby fever so bad that I should be in the hospital getting IV meds. I think it's time that Aiden is a big brother.




It's a lot to take on, since I'm in the middle of getting my degree in Political Science, but I'll be damned if I don't do it. I will not wait 8 years, untill I'm finished with law school, to have another baby. That would make Aiden 10 years old, and me 31 - fuck that. I'm not planning on having kids well into my 30's.

I miss this...so much

Woedless Wednesday

Overwhelmed

So, as you all know I'm selling Avon now. It's overwhelming for me, because most people around here already have someone they buy from. So far I have 2 orders, from 2 customers. I still have to do some follow-ups and hand out a couple more books tomorrow, but still. I'm a bit sad about it. I'm giving myself 6 months to see if things pick up and if I can get a legitimate client base going. Hopefully I can, but I really don't know if I can do it. I've been turned down more often than not. I'm hopeful that my neighbor will place an order with me, and my land lord. I'm also going to get Justin to hand out books where he works at. I'm making fliers as well, hoping that will attract some people. Does anyone have any good promotion ideas I can use?

I'm really open minded....BUT

When I wake up to some shit like this, it honestly freaks me out a little. My neighbor, Danny aka Dick painted this shit on the road. This is seriously they type of thing that makes me think he's going to kidnap my blond haired blue eyed baby boy and sacrifice him. It's freaky. It's weird. It's disrespectful. Other than that, it's just plain wrong.

If you can tell, he drew pentagrams, in the shape of an upside down cross, several upside down crosses, the letters 666 as well as the words "F... God" and "F... Jesus" several times. I don't feel comfortable around him now. He's a nice enough guy, you know? He'll help you out if he can, but he has schizophrenia. I feel badly for him, really I do, but this is just crossing a line right here. He needs to have his medication changed, or be put back in Bar-H for a while or something. I don't even know if his Mother notified his doctor about this, although I hope that she did, because this is clearly a warning sign. He's a tortured soul, he hears voices that say really cruel things to him, I know he can't help it. But I find this to be extremely alarming.