I have to say, right fucking on! Excuse the language. The word adds so much emphasis, and emotion personally from me. ✌🏻😎
I had the best day yesterday with my family! My haters tried hard ruining it for me early on, but my sights were focused on seeing Peyton. With the reassurance of love and support from my sweet husband, I carried on.
Peyton played so hard! She always plays hard! She was so frustrated to lose both games. She does not like to lose! That baby is the libero for her team too! Barry said he expected that. She is such an excellent athlete! She will dive for that ball, face first!
I am thankful for the sacrifices my sister and brother in law make for her. They both came straight from work. The second game was not over until after 9, and we did not all leave until 9:30 ish. They have three, including Peyton, and they had to get up this morning, and do it all over again. I remember those days when I was single, and worked outside of the home. It is a lot to handle with one, let alone three. I appreciate them stepping up to allow Peyton the fresh start she so needed!
It was funny when we were leaving. Peyton got in the car to ride with her Uncle Danny, and Danyka, his daughter got in the car with her Momma Susie. I loved that! It touches my heart when people love you, and welcome you, especially without any biological connection. We are all family. There is no biological connection between Danny and Peyton, nor Susie and Danyka, but they choose each other still. That is love, and family.
Check out Miss Peyton! She is in the green. I mean it when I say, watch for her to play for UGA one day! Number 21. I love her dearly. I am so thankful for her. I am thankful for my family to be put back together again. We never really learned healthy conflict resolution skills, besides kicking ass, and taking names later. I am thankful we set aside all the BS, and started fresh. I love my sister, and her family. I have missed her. We are so much alike too. She makes me feel close to my brother too. He would be so happy! The best thing, Peyton saw a major deal of forgiveness. I have always taught my kids love, not hate. I get pissed sometimes, when I am hurt, always. I have written things sometimes that I really mean, but not the way I say them necessarily. I have always been able to come to a good resolve in my head.
Here are a few pictures and videos. I look like I have a fever blister, but it is the lighting.
We had the best time! I laughed more than I have in a long time! We enjoyed a local Mexican Restaurant between games. I can’t wait until next time! Next Monday!
To my family! Cheers! ✌🏻🥂🍾🍺
Headed to watch sweet baby, Peyton play some volleyball! That doll baby plays with the high school, an 8th grader. Watch for her one day to play at UGA! I love her as much as I love my daughter! She is one of my most favorite girls! I would die for her! ❤️
I love this baby! She sent me this picture today, from the other day fishing at a pond beside her house. Her ninth brim. Her daddy would be so proud! Fishing was his favorite thing to do! She is fishing today too. She loves fishing also! I cannot wait to squeeze this baby girl tomorrow, and watch her play in two volleyball games! How I miss her! ❤️
Peyton and her best friend, Maddie. They are both on the volleyball team too! She is so happy, which makes us so happy! I can’t wait until she comes back to visit! I love her SO much! I have not yet met Maddie, but I love her because of the friend she is to Peyton! Even her Momma loves Peyton, and is so good to her! ❤️
To all you hypocrites at Providence Classical Christian School in Oxford, GA. If only you could have put as much time in to getting to know me as you do stalking my Facebook, God would be so proud! As it stands, your prayers are worthless, according to your bible. You women suck there, and only for show do you put out God’s work. Your kids suck too, because you have taught them to be just like you.
Just so you know, when you stalk someone’s Facebook, those people stalking come up as people you may know. I think I have now blocked all you busy body hens. You constantly show up as people I may know. Now, you will have to come to my blog, and that is okay, because you make my numbers go up. I am sure you have stuff to do though, besides stalk me, such as the ass load of work that comes with all the brats you birthed.
When you pray for your children, remember that God does not hear your prayer in the mode you are in, because of the way you treat those outside of your clique. You cannot hide from Him. He hears all your gossip and knows your hearts. Your kids have lots of suffering coming their way for your awful behaviors. That is what our bible says. It also says be good to others. None of you were good to me. You walked right by us, and never even spoke. I am glad we are out of that stuffy cult. I would not want any of you influencing my dog, let alone my child. You women would not know what to do if your husbands left you. All you know how to do is birth babies, and eat. Anyone can do that.
I pray that you all are humbled to the very lowest point to teach you a lesson. I pray your kids deal with mental health issues, so rather than judge others for it, you understand it. I pray that your kids are excluded, and mistreated by others like you all mistreated me. I pray that you lose someone you love dearly, and it changes your whole world, so then you will see how much losing my brother affected me.
Your kids are all about superficial things. One of your kids told my niece that they have friends who live in mansions. They said where my niece got her braces was low class. Not hardly! Braces Braces beats the brakes off Dr. Leonard’s rude and elitist acting staff. That is why people like you fit in there, you all suck thinking you are somebody, because of some handbag or car.
When you get to the end of your life, I hope you think of me. It makes me laugh that none of you ever welcomed me in, yet you constantly read my stuff. My life is real too! All that you see on Facebook, or here that I post, it is true, I have a wonderful life, minus the shitty people of the world. Jealousy, that is all. I am attractive, intelligent, successful, my husband treats me like a queen, while your husbands never show up. Were you afraid I would stand out more than you to your husbands? For the record, I would not have another man. I think most men suck, and they are the weakest among the Earth. I have known one man in my life who could be among a group of nude women, and it would not even phase him. He would not have a jezebel woman if they paid him. Most men are so weak, they will be tempted at the slightest glimpse of a set of boobs and a vagina. Just look at your husband. You women do all the work, while your husband is out having sex with their secretary, or others living his life up bachelor style even in his own apartment, while you do all the work back on the homefront. No thank you! Or, he is having to constantly work to provide your superficial lifestyle trying to keep up with a status. Barry always told me he was floored at the non existent dads among functions. One lady there who has caused many problems for the school, making many leave, her kid spent the night with us before. The kid told me while she was here about her dad behind closed doors, and how they all just have to cater to him to keep him happy, and not exploding. She told me she was so scared of her dad, and always walked on eggshells around him. It was sad. Me personally, first of all, I would have never had four kids. However, he would be a divorced man paying me child support if he was my husband. I guess this woman takes out her frustrations on people outside of her clique, because of how her husband makes her feel. She should treat him like she does new people, and he might respect her then. As it stands, he has zero respect for her. She is his maid, a doormat, and worn slap out with no help. I would not have a man who allowed me to do all the work!
You awful women beat the church doors down and suck as people. Just remember, money, Land Rovers, and all the things you have that make you think you are somebody, they do not go with you when you die. Your soul does, and knowing that, you will all be in hell.
I could pay cash for a car, but why? I do not need a car to show everyone who I am. I work from home, with my husband. We have one vehicle, and that is all we need. I have been without a car since 2013, and I love it! To show who I am, I would rather spend money on others. It is much more rewarding! I have owned a Lexus twice, and any other car I wanted, I always got since age 19. I realized in losing my brother, things do not matter in the least to me. Where we will be longterm, we will not need any vehicles.
Now that I am finished having my coffee leisurely on our patio as we do every single day, after my husband makes it, and serves it to me, I am done with this post. You hens enjoy my blog! I see you looking at it, even when you go to Norway. I get reports about my blog. Just fyi. We all know who travels to Norway. 😘
The count down is on! Twenty days from today my intelligent daughter finishes nursing school! She will be Brittney Danielle Norman, BSN, RN. Words cannot describe how I feel. If I had to sum it up in one word, accomplished seems appropriate, especially from whence I came, and knowing the typical statistics of children of teenaged moms. I was determined she would not fall among those statistics! This day is such a reward to me, you have no idea what it means to me! This day has been my sole objective, and purpose since November 7, 1992. We made it! No marriages, and no babies first, but your college degree. The second one at that!
Brittney Danielle Norman, I am so proud of you! From the moment you were born, you excel in everything you do, with much determination. I can hear your excitement now over “the doctor’s kit” at age three, and now you are in that mode real world time. You always had a passion for the medical field, and children. The workforce is lucky to have you! 😘❤️