i HATE you!!

I know "hate" is a strong word, but I-don't-really-like-you does not proclaim the anger, frustration, and hurt I feel inside.

I won't go into detail who you are.  You know your ugly a$$ when I'm talking to you.  No need for the whole world to know too.  Everyone will eventually see for themselves.  Because you cannot always wear your deception.  True colours always shine through.

I tried to be 'nice'.  Kept my mouth shut and eyes closed to your b.s.  Sometimes I want to leave and not have to deal with your trifling ways.  But, you know how the saying goes.  Misery loves company.  You brought me here, and I intend to capsize your assumptions about us.

Yeah. Yeah.  It'd be healthier to walk away and let cooler heads prevail.  But, I'm blinded by bitterness, resentment and fury.

There's so many variations that are the same:

1. Do unto others as others do unto you.

2. What goes around comes around.

3. Treat others as you would like to be treated.

4. What you put out is what you're going to get.

And you gettin' MISERY!

I am going to walk towards you swinging my arms and kicking my feet.  If you happen to be in my way, it's not my fault. -Simpsons defense

If you deem it necessary to judge me for me for my past, don't be surprised when I put you there.

Likes, Comments, and a Dream

DISCLAIMER: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! for reading, your encouragement, your comments, and support.

Now, that that's out-of-the-way I can say this freely without guilt of asking.

Actually, I need to do some more 'disclaimering' so I don't feel bad for asking.  I TOTALLY appreciate you taking the time out of your day to read my Blog, sharing your comments of support, thoughts, and likes.  You could do so many other things, but you share a few minutes of your day 'with me'.  I am forever grateful.

Ok, now I'm really gonna do it.

Request:

I TOTALLY appreciate your comments and likes that you, dear Reader, do on Facebook (I'm biting the bullet.  Hope I don't shoot myself in the foot) Could I also ask that you do so here?  Please do not be offended.  That isn't my intention! ( See above a$$ ki$$ing)

Logic:

I look back on the stories to remember what was on my mind that particular day.  And although there are many comments on here, I know there are also some on FB.  I have to look back in the history on FB to re-read them.  If they were on here with the applicable post, I could get the best of both worlds.

Dream:

I'd love to turn this into a book to raise money one day.  We have saved Marcus' cord blood when he was born.  With stem cell research the way it is now, who knows what medical break through is in our future.  Maybe they could Star Trek us a kidney for The Husband.  We tried to save Lucas' also, but there was a fukc up at the hospital (I'll save that for a rant another day).  If I could have people's comments and what were 'popular' posts by counting the 'likes' of a post, it would help me.

Will it happen? Probably not.  But, 'probably not' means there's a chance it might.  However small, there is a chance,  and that's all I need to keep going.  (also, my motto for my gambling fun. I'm Asian.  Of course I gamble! lol).

A dream is a wish the heart makes -Disney's Cinderella (1950)

Reality:

Be it here on my Blog, on FB, or dare I ask, BOTH!  Please continue reading, sharing your comments, and likes.  I really hope that I have not turned you off of reading, commenting, and liking my Blog.  I only want to turn you on *giggles*

How to do it:

There is a like button at the end of the post.  It is similar to FB's like option.  Space for comments are also at the end of the post.

Options:

You could also sign up to get email notifications when  I add a new blog post (via the subscription option along the right side of any page).  Feel free to share a story if you think someone you know could relate or enjoy an easy read.

THANKS AGAIN for reading.  PLEASE keep commenting and liking. I LOVE IT! YOU ROCK!

Baby's Daddy

I've seen way too much Maury Povich.  You know the show.   "You ARE NOT the father" show.  Where do they find these people?!  Remember, back in the day.  They had the Jerry Springer show.  Same genre.   I always figured "at least I'm not them".    I know who my baby's daddy is. *snap snap*

I am lucky to have a husband who is a fighter.   From being diagnosed with Kidney Failure in his early 20s (nobody in his family has it), through a kidney transplant (by his loving brother who offered it the day we found out.  Christian we love you), even when it failed approx. four years later (wished we did the big wedding when we could travel more freely, but who knew it would fail so quickly??), through emergency hemodialysis, several surgeries, peritoneal dialysis, many, many emergency ward visits, this man of mine has always come back to love me with all his heart.  I am the lucky one.  I'd love to reflect a little more deeply on each of the above to remember how it affected me.  affected us.  But, I'm not ready to remember those feelings.  They are heavy.

We were advised back in the early days that we may have problems having children due to the dialysis treatments.   Thank God that we were blessed with two healthy boys.  They are Franklin's mini-me.  They give him strength with just a smile.  They drain him with their energy.

Good days or bad, my babies' daddy is there for us.   We are lucky to have him.  He IS the father.