OMG what has happen? Is this a new entry from over a year? Ok ok I know everyone must be ding to know that has happen in the pass year right? Or am I wrong? Don't care? Me either but just to fill up this white space I will spare you the short version and give you the long one....you're welcome.
Ok so I've been living here for almost over 2 years now and I'm finally moving into a house. NO...not a home that was on sell...I'm still renting but now I/m out of the slums of apartment renting and now I'm home renting. Ah huh see the difference? Perhaps not but I sure do: no more loud weird sounds next door, no more of that sound of running water while you next door neighbor is taking a shower, no more walking up the stairs just to get to the front door...no no no no no! No more because it is finally over. It's just wonderful. April 1st is going to be another day in someone else life but it will be the first day to my 5 year plan which will include: Going back to school, figuring out my self and saving for my own home. Life is sweet. Ok, I guess I'll come back in another year to update.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Friday, December 19, 2008
December is just one of those days
Sometimes I really hate the holidays. I'm not a Scrooge by birth, but with people constantly coming over I feel the urge to have my little apartment looking like the holiday spirit. Only thing is my holiday spirit is only worth $12. Why buy candles for $5 when I can get them 2 for 99 cents? Either way, no matter how many times I clean my house, it looks like a tornado in the middle of Manhattan. Nothing ever looks clean enough and for me to get my SAHM badge of honor, this little apartment in the suburbs has to look purfect! Oh, and I hate cats.
It finally snowed in Quartz Hill, CA and my kids hated it. Along with my husband, I took my 2 kids (ages 1 and 3) out 2 days ago to see the snow for the first times in their life. My 1 year old looked at the snow like another opportunity to eat something off of the ground while my 3 year old started to become agitated at the snowflakes that kept touching his face. Everyone knows that the only way to get rid of snowflakes is to scream so that's exactly what he did. He was always a good boy. After I was done hearing his alarm, I reluctantly took him inside. I guess we are going to have to put a hold on bringing Frosty back to life.
So here I am inside of nearly clean apartment waiting for the breadwinner to return home so that I can once again clean what ever dirt and clothing he sheds off as soon as he walks through the door. My kids are in their room playing their favorite screaming game before taking a nap and I'm here typing away, hoping that the time goes by quicker. Santa, all I want for Christmas is the Sandman. He's more useful now a days for this SAHM than you are anymore.
It finally snowed in Quartz Hill, CA and my kids hated it. Along with my husband, I took my 2 kids (ages 1 and 3) out 2 days ago to see the snow for the first times in their life. My 1 year old looked at the snow like another opportunity to eat something off of the ground while my 3 year old started to become agitated at the snowflakes that kept touching his face. Everyone knows that the only way to get rid of snowflakes is to scream so that's exactly what he did. He was always a good boy. After I was done hearing his alarm, I reluctantly took him inside. I guess we are going to have to put a hold on bringing Frosty back to life.
So here I am inside of nearly clean apartment waiting for the breadwinner to return home so that I can once again clean what ever dirt and clothing he sheds off as soon as he walks through the door. My kids are in their room playing their favorite screaming game before taking a nap and I'm here typing away, hoping that the time goes by quicker. Santa, all I want for Christmas is the Sandman. He's more useful now a days for this SAHM than you are anymore.
Monday, December 8, 2008
My son has Cerebral palsy..."There is nothing that you can do for him that will help"
This is what the asshole of a doctor told me. I finally had an appointment for the Ortho (bone) doctor for my oldest son and I sat waiting to be seen (with an appointment) for almost 2 hours with both of my children....my son with the possible CP at 3 years old and my 19 month old younger son. Needless to say, I was stressed out with my two boys who, understandably, had lost all patience. I was yelled at by security for knocking on the door after the receptionist told me to to see were the doctor was and then after I started yelling back I finally got put in a room to see the doctor.
I had prepared to see this doctor my whole life (well, at least my son's whole life). I had a note pad in the diaper bag with the questions I was going to ask him but I had already memorized it. They directed me to another room where the doctor was. He looked at my son and then asked me to explain in my own words what was wrong with him. I went through a brief history and ended by telling him that I thought he might have CP because of his walking problems. He then proceeded to look more at my son, then tried to spread his legs. My son whimpered and he told me that my son's pelvis was really tight....something that I already knew. Then he sat back in his chair and asked me had he had any x-rays. I told him about the x-rays done on this hip. He looks it up and says that his hip isn't dislocated...again, something that I was already told and knew. He finally sat back again in to his chair and closed his eyes. I thought he was going to drop a bomb on me so I was ready. He did drop a bomb but not what I was expecting. He then tells me " Well he's disabled and he is never going to be normal." I told him that I knew that but that my son has problems walking and falls a lot. That I wanted to know if there was something that can be done to help him with that. He says "Well he doesn't need surgery but there is nothing that you can do for him that can help. That's just the way he is. He's not perfect." Again, I attempted to try and show him something that he was missing. I asked him about support for his walking, like leg braces...like the one's that go from the ankle to his knee....that I wasn't sure if he was in pain or not and that I knew that he's not going to be "perfect" but that I just want to know about something that can help him be more comfortable. He shakes his head and tells me "I don't see how that is going to make any difference." I was furious. He turns around in his chair and tells the nurse to make a referral to a Orthopedic Pediatric doctor or something like that for Children's Hospital. I then ask for a referral for a neurologist and he tells me "Oh they do about the same thing". I knew this doctor was not tying to dismiss me so I started to ask him the questions that were in my notebook. I asked him "Is there something that I can do for him now to help him while waiting for another specialist?" This asshole turns around and tells me " You just continue to love him, take care of him and feed him...." I didn't hear the rest. Then he asks me the most stupidest question "Is there a reason why he wears that around?" I looked what he was talking about and found out he was referring to his diaper. I said "That is a diaper. He wears it because he isn't potty trained yet. It's hard to potty train him" The he says" Ohh...well you continue to potty train him."
Thanks for nothing asshole.
I had prepared to see this doctor my whole life (well, at least my son's whole life). I had a note pad in the diaper bag with the questions I was going to ask him but I had already memorized it. They directed me to another room where the doctor was. He looked at my son and then asked me to explain in my own words what was wrong with him. I went through a brief history and ended by telling him that I thought he might have CP because of his walking problems. He then proceeded to look more at my son, then tried to spread his legs. My son whimpered and he told me that my son's pelvis was really tight....something that I already knew. Then he sat back in his chair and asked me had he had any x-rays. I told him about the x-rays done on this hip. He looks it up and says that his hip isn't dislocated...again, something that I was already told and knew. He finally sat back again in to his chair and closed his eyes. I thought he was going to drop a bomb on me so I was ready. He did drop a bomb but not what I was expecting. He then tells me " Well he's disabled and he is never going to be normal." I told him that I knew that but that my son has problems walking and falls a lot. That I wanted to know if there was something that can be done to help him with that. He says "Well he doesn't need surgery but there is nothing that you can do for him that can help. That's just the way he is. He's not perfect." Again, I attempted to try and show him something that he was missing. I asked him about support for his walking, like leg braces...like the one's that go from the ankle to his knee....that I wasn't sure if he was in pain or not and that I knew that he's not going to be "perfect" but that I just want to know about something that can help him be more comfortable. He shakes his head and tells me "I don't see how that is going to make any difference." I was furious. He turns around in his chair and tells the nurse to make a referral to a Orthopedic Pediatric doctor or something like that for Children's Hospital. I then ask for a referral for a neurologist and he tells me "Oh they do about the same thing". I knew this doctor was not tying to dismiss me so I started to ask him the questions that were in my notebook. I asked him "Is there something that I can do for him now to help him while waiting for another specialist?" This asshole turns around and tells me " You just continue to love him, take care of him and feed him...." I didn't hear the rest. Then he asks me the most stupidest question "Is there a reason why he wears that around?" I looked what he was talking about and found out he was referring to his diaper. I said "That is a diaper. He wears it because he isn't potty trained yet. It's hard to potty train him" The he says" Ohh...well you continue to potty train him."
Thanks for nothing asshole.
"Your son is extrememly spastic....I think he has Cerebral palsy."
My son is smart. Not in that conventional smart like other parents talk about when talking about their kids but he is very 4bright. No, my son didn't start crawling at 4 months, talking at 5 months, walking at 6 months and eating with a spoon at 9 months. My son is smart for the fact that he has already learned to never give up. He does things at his own time and in his own way. He figures out things at his own pace but understands more than you know. I wouldn't call it normal a bit, but it's normal for him.
For a background, my son was born premature. I had him at 25 weeks. Earlier in the pregnancy (around 15 wks) I fell and it caused my placenta to tear away from the uterine wall. I almost miscarried and was on bed rest. Needless to say, I was happy that I even got that far in my pregnancy. He was born Nov 16, 2005 at 1lb and 6.8 ounces and at 11 in in length. At 20 years old my self I was scared out of my mind. He stayed in the hospital for 5 months, going through 3 surgeries and multiple middle-of-the-night scares. Heck I have been through it all with him...him not breathing, his brain having a bleed, him on life support, his bladder having a hole in it, his heart over circulating blood, him not being able to eat, him being transferred to 3 different hospitals, me pumping for breast milk for 2 and a half months before it dried up....everything....not to mention other things in my not so normal life. Eventually all of that passed and he was finally home at almost 6 months old on April 19th, 2006. He was perfect to me.
At about 8 months I started to noticed that he wasn't crawling and that really bothered me. Of course doctors assured me that he was ok, he would catch up at 2 yrs and that it is normal for a micro-preemies to be behind. In fact he just came home and I would be happy that he hasn't had to go back to the hospital. I accepted that and went on. Finally on October 25th (my birthday) my son started to crawl. He was one month away from being a year old. I figured that he was ok and that he would walk soon.
At 18 months my son couldn't hardly stand up and cried when ever he was made to stand up. He would cry like in pain then fall because he had no balance and this kept up for months. I took my son to the doctors again and once again, they reassured me that nothing was wrong and that he will catch up at 2. I was not buying it his time. Finally at 2 years old he started to walk and by that time with no help of his doctors, I called the school district. They were finally helpful and put him into a 2 hour class once a week for therapy. Only the teachers were obviously not qualified. My son scared them every time he had problems with balance as if they never saw such a child. I was concerned about my son and thought that since these women are professionals, they should have the answers to my questions. I asked one of the teachers "Is is normal for him to sit in that "W" position?" and the teacher told me "Oh, sometimes I sit in that position too!". After that day we never went back. I called the Regional School District again, complaining about the care my son received and requested another therapist. My son was given a in-home Occupational Therapist. She told me to never let him sit that way.
I finally moved....not just because I wanted a bigger place but because I wanted better service. I finally found my son a pediatrician 2 months after moving to LA County from Kern County and I was nervous. She looked at him, had him to walk and talk with her and she finally said what I had wondering all along: "Your son is extremely spastic....I think he has CP." She ordered x-rays and blood tests and finally gave me the referrals that I needed: nutritionist, occupational therapy, speech therapy, physical therapy, and a Ortho doctor to check his bones. I'm finally on the road to my son's recovery. Of course, she's not a specialist and the specialist would have to officially diagnose my son....but now I have a name...and to me that has opened me up to almost every possibility.
For a background, my son was born premature. I had him at 25 weeks. Earlier in the pregnancy (around 15 wks) I fell and it caused my placenta to tear away from the uterine wall. I almost miscarried and was on bed rest. Needless to say, I was happy that I even got that far in my pregnancy. He was born Nov 16, 2005 at 1lb and 6.8 ounces and at 11 in in length. At 20 years old my self I was scared out of my mind. He stayed in the hospital for 5 months, going through 3 surgeries and multiple middle-of-the-night scares. Heck I have been through it all with him...him not breathing, his brain having a bleed, him on life support, his bladder having a hole in it, his heart over circulating blood, him not being able to eat, him being transferred to 3 different hospitals, me pumping for breast milk for 2 and a half months before it dried up....everything....not to mention other things in my not so normal life. Eventually all of that passed and he was finally home at almost 6 months old on April 19th, 2006. He was perfect to me.
At about 8 months I started to noticed that he wasn't crawling and that really bothered me. Of course doctors assured me that he was ok, he would catch up at 2 yrs and that it is normal for a micro-preemies to be behind. In fact he just came home and I would be happy that he hasn't had to go back to the hospital. I accepted that and went on. Finally on October 25th (my birthday) my son started to crawl. He was one month away from being a year old. I figured that he was ok and that he would walk soon.
At 18 months my son couldn't hardly stand up and cried when ever he was made to stand up. He would cry like in pain then fall because he had no balance and this kept up for months. I took my son to the doctors again and once again, they reassured me that nothing was wrong and that he will catch up at 2. I was not buying it his time. Finally at 2 years old he started to walk and by that time with no help of his doctors, I called the school district. They were finally helpful and put him into a 2 hour class once a week for therapy. Only the teachers were obviously not qualified. My son scared them every time he had problems with balance as if they never saw such a child. I was concerned about my son and thought that since these women are professionals, they should have the answers to my questions. I asked one of the teachers "Is is normal for him to sit in that "W" position?" and the teacher told me "Oh, sometimes I sit in that position too!". After that day we never went back. I called the Regional School District again, complaining about the care my son received and requested another therapist. My son was given a in-home Occupational Therapist. She told me to never let him sit that way.
I finally moved....not just because I wanted a bigger place but because I wanted better service. I finally found my son a pediatrician 2 months after moving to LA County from Kern County and I was nervous. She looked at him, had him to walk and talk with her and she finally said what I had wondering all along: "Your son is extremely spastic....I think he has CP." She ordered x-rays and blood tests and finally gave me the referrals that I needed: nutritionist, occupational therapy, speech therapy, physical therapy, and a Ortho doctor to check his bones. I'm finally on the road to my son's recovery. Of course, she's not a specialist and the specialist would have to officially diagnose my son....but now I have a name...and to me that has opened me up to almost every possibility.
I forgot this blog existed
Well now I'm back almost exactly a year later. No radio podcast show....just me.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Forgot about Yesturday
Hey, i forgot to write yesturday probably because I didn't have nothing really to talk about.
I haven't perfected my radio commercial yet, but I'm finishing it up today. it's just hard to scheduale your self around the kids.
To be honest....i'm not in the mood to really open up to i'm just gonna call it a day. i will do this survey instead.
I haven't perfected my radio commercial yet, but I'm finishing it up today. it's just hard to scheduale your self around the kids.
To be honest....i'm not in the mood to really open up to i'm just gonna call it a day. i will do this survey instead.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
UGH!!!!
Well, I did my first commercial but i felt it wasn't up to par. my co host Rizz said it sounded good, but that it sounded like a commercial for a free gift or for one of those Adult Contemporary Music radio shows. I really did sound way too old for the show and it didn't really reflect how i want people to think about the show. i mean doing a radio show is all about your voice and even though my voice sounded...well sexy, it did make the show sound a bit boring. or rather too old. and plus, I forgot a lot of major details. oops! I guess u can say "take one!". Rizz also went ahead and changed the music to the radio and it's gonna sound SO much better. once i get it done and perfected, I'm going to go ahead and see if I can put it up on this site so that u can leave your comments about it.
Well today my friend finally called me back. OK let me let u in on this. I have a friend i knew ever since i was like...oh ...since i was born!! we are only a month apart and my mother and her mother were friends working for the same law firm. Now about 2 years ago, my mother and hers had a falling out. I got pregnant at 19 by my boyfriend *now my hubby* and since my family is Christian, they were really upset (that's an understatement). My friend's mother also got mad about it and told my mother that she should kick me out of the house among some other things. She also told me (after me and my man got engaged) that he was not the one. Needless to say, she caused everyone to get upset and not too long after that, my mother and her had it out and stopped talking to each other.
When all of this happen, me and my sister *I will not say her name but just know her as my sister since i don't have any biological sisters* vowed that our parent's situation with their now non-existing friendship would not affect ours. well lately she has been acting differently. I know i have my 2 kids and i have selected times to talk, but she should at least understand. but lately, I've noticed she's been a bit distant. not calling me back , not telling me things. like today when she called me back finally, she tells me that they (she still lives at home) are moving. I didn't know about that. And she didn't show up to my son's birthday party last month. Now she was on the phone today, trying to tell me that she's not sure if she is coming down for the Lil New Years get together. Now, i know that we live about 2 hours away from her, but this girl is not hurting. I mean, she has a BMW convertible with NO JOB. She is really spoiled and sometimes rubs it in your face. Maybe not on purpose, but i still get a bit...envious...I'll say it. Me and my husband are living....let's say uncomfortably. but she always acts like (lately) that she can't make it out this time, but then goes to New York or Las Vegas. I think I'm starting to get the hint...but i don't understand why. Why would u throw away 22 years of sisterhood over what? Your mother not liking me because I had a beautiful son and had it with a man that I wasn't married to just yet?
OK...now let me be real. I'm a Conservative person. I believe in tradition and morals. i believe in change, but not a take over. i don't forgive my self for getting pregnant out of marriage...sex out of marriage too. I almost feel that because of my selfishness and lust it caused me to almost miscarriage at 15 wks and it caused me to have him while only being 6 months pregnant. He was in the hospital for over 5 months and he still has developmental problems because of it. It was a hard time in my life and people like my sister's mother did not make things better. A lot of people looked down at me and said their comments and living at home was hard. I still find myself getting over it. I'm hoping that his open journal will help to to get over it...or maybe just to see that things happen...I think. i don't know. i know it's not God's fault for what happen to my son and nor should i blame my self. but i guess when your a mother, any thing that affects your child is "your fault" good or bad. I don't know...I'm just gonna leave on that.
Well today my friend finally called me back. OK let me let u in on this. I have a friend i knew ever since i was like...oh ...since i was born!! we are only a month apart and my mother and her mother were friends working for the same law firm. Now about 2 years ago, my mother and hers had a falling out. I got pregnant at 19 by my boyfriend *now my hubby* and since my family is Christian, they were really upset (that's an understatement). My friend's mother also got mad about it and told my mother that she should kick me out of the house among some other things. She also told me (after me and my man got engaged) that he was not the one. Needless to say, she caused everyone to get upset and not too long after that, my mother and her had it out and stopped talking to each other.
When all of this happen, me and my sister *I will not say her name but just know her as my sister since i don't have any biological sisters* vowed that our parent's situation with their now non-existing friendship would not affect ours. well lately she has been acting differently. I know i have my 2 kids and i have selected times to talk, but she should at least understand. but lately, I've noticed she's been a bit distant. not calling me back , not telling me things. like today when she called me back finally, she tells me that they (she still lives at home) are moving. I didn't know about that. And she didn't show up to my son's birthday party last month. Now she was on the phone today, trying to tell me that she's not sure if she is coming down for the Lil New Years get together. Now, i know that we live about 2 hours away from her, but this girl is not hurting. I mean, she has a BMW convertible with NO JOB. She is really spoiled and sometimes rubs it in your face. Maybe not on purpose, but i still get a bit...envious...I'll say it. Me and my husband are living....let's say uncomfortably. but she always acts like (lately) that she can't make it out this time, but then goes to New York or Las Vegas. I think I'm starting to get the hint...but i don't understand why. Why would u throw away 22 years of sisterhood over what? Your mother not liking me because I had a beautiful son and had it with a man that I wasn't married to just yet?
OK...now let me be real. I'm a Conservative person. I believe in tradition and morals. i believe in change, but not a take over. i don't forgive my self for getting pregnant out of marriage...sex out of marriage too. I almost feel that because of my selfishness and lust it caused me to almost miscarriage at 15 wks and it caused me to have him while only being 6 months pregnant. He was in the hospital for over 5 months and he still has developmental problems because of it. It was a hard time in my life and people like my sister's mother did not make things better. A lot of people looked down at me and said their comments and living at home was hard. I still find myself getting over it. I'm hoping that his open journal will help to to get over it...or maybe just to see that things happen...I think. i don't know. i know it's not God's fault for what happen to my son and nor should i blame my self. but i guess when your a mother, any thing that affects your child is "your fault" good or bad. I don't know...I'm just gonna leave on that.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
the next day
well, I didn't expect that i would still be writing on this, but i am so hopefully this means that i will keep this up. Today I'm going to start outlining my first promo commercial and i hope that it sounds good. i was hoping that my co host would go ahead and make the commercial himself, but I'm getting impatient and i can't wait any longer.
my husband is asleep again as usual around this time and i wish that i could do the same. i stay awake with my thoughts and it takes things like the TV to droned it out.
today was my nephews birthday and it crazy how much he has grown! he's already six. sometimes, it reminds me of when he was born. i was only in high school, I'm thinking i was 15-16 and i was so happy that i had a nephew! i took his birth pictures to school and showed all of my friends. he was such a man looking baby; u knew he was a baby boy by just looking at him! but just so ever adorable.
sometimes when i think of those happy times, i wish i could just go back for a minute just so i can feel those same emotions again. like to really cherish it while it's happening since i already know this will only be a fleeting memory later on in time. Actually, i really would love to tell the old me something about this present to warn/prepare myself for these times that i live in. i was always looking for love and i hate that part of myself back then. i was so needy; of friend, guys tings to do...everything. i was so insecure and if i look back now in my old journals, u would see kinda a depressed lil girl. It didn't have to be that way!!!! I mean i wasn't anything normal in high school...for pete sakes, i didn't even have my first kiss until after high school and it was a pitiful one at that. sometimes i wish i would of just stayed that way: forever wondering what if feel like being loved and feeling unwanted. i really didn't know what i possed in my world for me to make it. I so underestimated my self and i was stupid to feel that way. i had no idea how my feeling then were so insignificant compared to feeling and things that i deal with today. oh well i guess what can i do other than talk about it. that's what I'm doing....i will try hard to continue to.
my husband is asleep again as usual around this time and i wish that i could do the same. i stay awake with my thoughts and it takes things like the TV to droned it out.
today was my nephews birthday and it crazy how much he has grown! he's already six. sometimes, it reminds me of when he was born. i was only in high school, I'm thinking i was 15-16 and i was so happy that i had a nephew! i took his birth pictures to school and showed all of my friends. he was such a man looking baby; u knew he was a baby boy by just looking at him! but just so ever adorable.
sometimes when i think of those happy times, i wish i could just go back for a minute just so i can feel those same emotions again. like to really cherish it while it's happening since i already know this will only be a fleeting memory later on in time. Actually, i really would love to tell the old me something about this present to warn/prepare myself for these times that i live in. i was always looking for love and i hate that part of myself back then. i was so needy; of friend, guys tings to do...everything. i was so insecure and if i look back now in my old journals, u would see kinda a depressed lil girl. It didn't have to be that way!!!! I mean i wasn't anything normal in high school...for pete sakes, i didn't even have my first kiss until after high school and it was a pitiful one at that. sometimes i wish i would of just stayed that way: forever wondering what if feel like being loved and feeling unwanted. i really didn't know what i possed in my world for me to make it. I so underestimated my self and i was stupid to feel that way. i had no idea how my feeling then were so insignificant compared to feeling and things that i deal with today. oh well i guess what can i do other than talk about it. that's what I'm doing....i will try hard to continue to.
Friday, December 14, 2007
My first Blog for anyone who cares.
Well, I have the show set to start on New Years Day. Oops, i forgot to explain what show! I'm having a new show aka podcast called "All the Way with Laresay". This show is going to be bananas!! I don't even know why i said it like that. i don't really use slang in the first place!
Anyways, I'm really feeling good about this show. it's going to be one of those things where this can really change my life. I'm normally a 22 yr old married SAHM of 2 boys that really is trying to find her self. Before the kids and the marriage, i thought i knew what i wanted in life. it was real simple to me. but now, it's like no time, figure it out now! i love the people in my life, i just want to make life different for them.
As u can tell, I'm using this blogg for the show. for me really. i used to be such a journal writer before i left for college. note to reader, I'm not really big on explaining my self. as I write more, I'll keep disclosing parts of my life for people to know, but i just can't lay it all on the line now. i have to take this slow. i don't have baggage per se, but i don't pretend that there aren't things in my past that bothers me. i don't want to annoy my husband by going over and over and over about things in the past. I'm just gonna use this blog as my outlet. no i don't cap the "i's" every time....I'm just trying to get through with this. phew.
I'm gonna use this show as a distress-er and here is my recipe: a little sarcasm, a little seriousness a little comedy with a women and male fight to the death spin on it.
my co-host is an exact opposite with everything so it'll be interesting to hear his candid remarks. He's such a tell-it-like-it-is type of guy and I'm like more of a "remember the kids" type of girl. but this show will be great. we will be talking about everything...from politics to religion, current events, pop culture, relationships, kids, everything. If everything goes well, i would like the show to be done at least Monday-Thursday. it all matters on the listeners/chemistry. So wish me luck! if you posted a question for us to answer online then thanks...I'll post the place and the latest times so you can hear the answers yourself! Just Remember: All the Way with Laresay!!!!
Anyways, I'm really feeling good about this show. it's going to be one of those things where this can really change my life. I'm normally a 22 yr old married SAHM of 2 boys that really is trying to find her self. Before the kids and the marriage, i thought i knew what i wanted in life. it was real simple to me. but now, it's like no time, figure it out now! i love the people in my life, i just want to make life different for them.
As u can tell, I'm using this blogg for the show. for me really. i used to be such a journal writer before i left for college. note to reader, I'm not really big on explaining my self. as I write more, I'll keep disclosing parts of my life for people to know, but i just can't lay it all on the line now. i have to take this slow. i don't have baggage per se, but i don't pretend that there aren't things in my past that bothers me. i don't want to annoy my husband by going over and over and over about things in the past. I'm just gonna use this blog as my outlet. no i don't cap the "i's" every time....I'm just trying to get through with this. phew.
I'm gonna use this show as a distress-er and here is my recipe: a little sarcasm, a little seriousness a little comedy with a women and male fight to the death spin on it.
my co-host is an exact opposite with everything so it'll be interesting to hear his candid remarks. He's such a tell-it-like-it-is type of guy and I'm like more of a "remember the kids" type of girl. but this show will be great. we will be talking about everything...from politics to religion, current events, pop culture, relationships, kids, everything. If everything goes well, i would like the show to be done at least Monday-Thursday. it all matters on the listeners/chemistry. So wish me luck! if you posted a question for us to answer online then thanks...I'll post the place and the latest times so you can hear the answers yourself! Just Remember: All the Way with Laresay!!!!
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