HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY!

At 6:36pm I will have been a mother for 3 whole years. Ahh.. wow. I can’t believe it’s already been 3 years. I can’t believe my baby is 3! He’s not a baby anymore, he’s in his toddler years. He’s growing up. It’s sad, but exciting. I love this little monster so much.

There are times I wish I could change the way things worked out, or the time period that everything happened. I wish I could change the times, but he is the one thing I’d never change.

6:36 pm.
6lbs 11 oz.
Zachariah Joseph Sosa
(The only boy that I would give everything to!)

            

 <- 1st Birthday

  <- 2 years old

 

3 YEARS OLD! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZACHARIAH!

Sick as a Dog!

That’s the number one thing I hate about being a single mother. There is nobody else to take care of my little one when I am sick. And believe me, I am fucking sick. They said I have bronchitis. It hurts so bad I can’t even swallow, can’t breathe, can’t talk. And this is when the spawn insists on arguing with me about everything. Whining about everything. “No mommy I don’t want to”, “No mommy I don’t want this one” … God. But then thinking about it, even if FOB was in the picture? Like he’d fucking help anyway.

I need some rest, I’m so weak and dizzy feeling. I can’t even stand straight. I have the prescriptions, but no money to get them right now. Ain’t that great?

At least.. on a good note.. we’re getting our Sundays back April 13th. Thank god for OT. I could really use it.

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Will Not Be Moved

So I was at WalMart yesterday.. and I was standing in line when this lady kept staring at me. She looked about a little older than me, maybe. She told me that  I’ll probably think she’s crazy, but she has a feeling and she needs to give me this CD. She just bought it, and she said she just feels that I’m at a point in my life where I need it. She said there’s a song on it, called I Will Not Be Moved …. it was a Natalie Grant cd. Never heard of her. The woman said she is a Christian, but hasn’t always been. And goes to a church around here and I should go. Well, turns out.. I used to go to this church to see a guy I knew play in his band. The lady, without me telling her anything, told me that she has a sister named Kasey too. And that her sister is going through some hard times and she can feel that I am as well so she gave me the CD. I’m so amazed with this, because it’s true. I really could use some faith right now, some help from above. And the song… is so me.

Love Like This

Love like this is hard to find. I don’t know these people, but I wish them all the best. This is amazing.

James & Bernardine Andrews

James & Bernardine Andrews

March 02, 2008

James and Bernardine (McCaffery) Andrews of Effort recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary with a surprise party at home with family.

The couple were married Feb. 7, 1948, at St. Joseph’s Church in Bogota, N.J.

Mr. Andrews is the son of the late Patrick and Catherine Andrews. He was employed by Rockaway Township Department of Public Works in Rockaway Township, N.J., until his retirement in 1989. He is a fourth-degree member of the Knights of Columbus.

Mrs. Andrews is the daughter of the late John and Frances McCaffery. She was employed by the Rockaway Township Finance Department in Rockaway Township, N.J., until her retirement in 1989. She has been an avid bowler for 45 years in Effort and Rockaway Township, N.J.

Both are members of Our Lady Queen of Peace Roman Catholic Church in Brodheadsville.

The couple have five children: Kathleen Elko and her late husband, James Elko, of Denville, N.J.; James Andrews and wife Kathleen of Effort; Patrick Andrews and wife Donna of Denville, N.J.; Karen Hoel and husband William of Chandler, Ariz.; and William Andrews and wife Kathleen of Ogdensburg, N.J. They also have 12 grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.

Blah

I am just.. blah.  Murphy’s Law… Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.
I’m just stuck. I’m doing my best. I’m trying. Yet, I seem to be getting no where. What do I do now?

Child of the 90’s // Good Ol’ Days

1985!!!!

if you’re under the age of 11 or 12…you shouldn’t even read this,
and if you do, you should not repost this.

Just because you were born in ‘97 doesn’t mean you’re a 90’s kid.

It’s not like you could remember the original Simpsons.
I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90’s just wont cut it.

You’re a 90’s kid if:

You remember watching:
-Keenan and Kel
-Doug
-Ren & Stimpy
-Pinky and the Brain
-AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
-Rockos modern Life.
-Animaniacs
-Gargoyles

You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word “PSYCHE!”

You just cant resist finishing this . . . “in west Philadelphia born and raised . . .”

You remember:
-Step by Step
-Family Matters
-Dinosaurs
-Boy Meets World

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

You remember reading “Goosebumps”

You still get the urge to say “NOT” after (almost) every sentence . . . not

When everything was settled by:
-rock paper scissors or
-bubble gum bubble gum in a dish or
-ms. mary mack
-doggy doggy diamond step right out!

when kick ball was a daily activity.

when we used to obey our parents

You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape.

You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.

You remember The Original Game Boy.

You always wanted to send in a tape to America’s Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.

You remember watching:
-The Magic School Bus
-Wishbone
-Reading Rainbow
-and Ghostwriter on PBS

You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where’s Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum.

You remember watching:
-the 1st Batman
-Aladdin
-Ninja Turtles
-ghost busters

You remember Ring Pops.

If you remember when every thing was “da BOMB!”

You remember boom boxes .vs. cd players. ( DAMN THAZ OLD SCHOOL, NOW WE GOT IPODS LOL)

Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.

You played and/or collected “Pogs”

You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.

one word. . . . . . . .trolls.

Windows 95 was the best.

You watched the original cartoons of
-Rugrats
-Wild Thornberry’s
-Power Rangers
-Rocket Power.

All your school supplies were “Lisa Frank” brand.

You collected those Beanie Babies.

Carebears

Lambchop’s song never ended.

Silver dollars, which were cool to have.

Everyone watched the WB.

If you even know what an original walkman is.

You know the Macarena by heart.

“Talk to the hand” . . . enough said

You went to McDonald’s to play in the playplace.

You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.

Before the MySpace frenzy . . .
Before the Internet & text messaging . . .
Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .
Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 . . .
Before Spongebob . . .
Before Tupac was shot.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.

When gas was $0.95 a gallon.( HELL YEA IT WAS)
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
You had slap bracelets!
You Actually played outside until it was dark!

Way back.

Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.

 I hope this made someone smile!!!

I love this feeling!

The feeling of accomplishment. I love it. I feel great when I get things done. It’s just an all over wonderful feeling. I folded the laundry I’ve been putting off. I moved the kitchen table and the dishwasher (yes it is portable) into another spot. This way, it’s easier for Zach to sit in a chair at the table and NOT get into everything else around. I washed windows. I cleaned up his room and moved boxes into our spare room (that I had packed with picture albums) and the extra matress into the spare room. Time for Zach to learn to go to sleep himself in his own bed. Yeah, still working on that, obviously. I have candles lit, I sprayed air freshener. I love good smells like that. I am going to load the dishwasher once we get back from our walk. So I also put all the clothes away and moved Zach’s dresser actually into his room. I just need to move my other dresser upstairs.. but I need Chris and Perry for that. Hahaha. I love men. Anyways.. it’s so nice. Almost 60 out! I wanted to go to the park.. but honestly don’t feel like driving to go to the park. So I’m thinking we’re going to take a walk. I’m going to have to take the stroller, but we’re going to take a walk to the mail box. Just me and the spawn. Hahaha.

About 16 days til my baby is 3. Is he still technically a baby anymore? I miss holding his newborn little body in my arms… I miss dressing him, and holding him and feeding him.. I even miss the 2am feedings. It’s so sad. I want another baby but not want one.. if ya know what I mean. He says to me today “What, Mommy? I can’t be getting up like this.”

He gives eskimo kisses. He gives high fives. He gives thumbs up. He gives the best hugs and kisses I’ve ever known.

Disfunctional

People talk about disfunctional families. I do. I even have one though. That’s because nobody is normal. I really believe that’s what it is. I mean, I am a single mother and have two children.. but only have one. My “Aunt” (who is just a good friend of the family, technically) and her Partner have my daughter. I live with my mother, who is single.. not by choice. I have a boyfriend who is a bit older than me, which I don’t mind at all,(age is just a number!) but who is awesome to me and my son and has really done more for my son than his own father. His father, who didn’t call for a year and then called one day and then disappeared again. And is gone now, as far as I know.. probably back in jail. And then my daughter’s father who.. also.. is in jail. Yet refuses to sign his rights over. So we’re waiting on that. Anyways.. I told my mom one day, “How do you think it sounds to other people, Zach saying ‘I want to go to Aunt Debi & Beth’s house and see my sister’.” Cause I mean.. that’s gotta be some shit when ya hear it out loud!

Anyways.. this post isn’t even about my family. This post is about my son’s father’s family. They are all in their 30’s… 3 boys and one girl. They have ‘issues’ with each other, they run “Mami!!!” to their mother. Yes, adults, in their 30’s. I don’t even do this anyways. The girl.. Bangie.. is the only one that says that my son is not Luis’s son. Yeah, nothing to do with this really.. but she’s the only one I don’t get along with. Okay, whatever. She also.. has 2 kids by 2 different fathers, is married to a different man… and they cheat on each other constantly. Well I talk to him, am cool with him… he tells me today they are seperated now. Bangie has a new man and is moving herself and her kids to Texas with this dude, they’re getting a divorce. He proceeds to ask me am I single.. I tell him no.. he says that’s ok, I can still “do me” cause what the guy don’t know won’t hurt him… Yeah. Then asks me when am I going to ATown again. HAAHAHAHAHA.

That family? They make my family shine.

It’s just me…

I am Kasey. I am 22 years old. I am a single, working mother of an awesome almost 3 year old little boy, Zachariah. My love, my heart, my little man, monster, spawn.. all of the above. He is my pride and joy, and my reason for breathing. I am one of those single mothers who is REALLY a single mother. I get no child support, no weekends off, not even a day off. I work a fulltime job and pay rent, child care, gas, food, and still am able to get my nails done and spend time with my child. I love my life. It’s going good now. I’ve made mistakes, but who hasn’t? I’m fixing mine and rising above the rest. I’m loving it. I have a great boyfriend who is surprisingly able to deal with all my ups and downs, as I do for him as well.

My life goes up and down, I have good days and bad days, yet I am always thankful for having any ‘days’ at all. I’m crazy and insane, and those who just think I am crazy have really no idea. I am very loving and caring, but I do have a temper. And believe me, you don’t want to see it. It’s not a nice side. I have worked hard for all that I have and continue to do so. I’ve never had anything handed to me, and I am more proud that way. I am guilty of pride and lust. But hey, shit happens. I get angry sometimes, and I throw things. I have my quirks. Who doesn’t?

My friends and my family mean everything to me. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I hope they know that.

If you find this interesting.. this is NOTHING yet. Just remember.. this is me. I don’t change myself for anybody.