Jenn's Reverie
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Life Is Good ~ Her Story
So much going on! Oh so much. Had my last appoint to move. They're gonna "help" me out a little bit. Found a three-bedroom, two-bath, two car garage and yard for my son. I'm praying that goes through. Leaving for Vegas next Thursday! Guess what?! I DO get to see Audioslave! I'm so ecstatic I almost hurt myself jumping around. Not to mention grabbing my trainee and shaking her. She's got at least 25 years on me, that's not respecting my elders. I've gone mad. Anyhow, turns out their playing this years "Weenie Roast" in LA. So, I'm flying into LA that Saturday! The line-up is as follows (* indicates me being that much more happy). . . .
Main Stage
Audioslave**
Foo Fighters*
Hot Hot Heat
Interpol*
Jimmy Eat World
My Chemical Romance
MxPx
Queens of the Stone Age*
Stage Two
The Mars Volta*
Alkaline Trio
Bloc Party
The Bravery
Dead 60's
The Transplants
Plus, Open Air Stereo
How fucking sweet is that? I'm totally amped! I'll be back in Vegas on Sunday for my birthday, recovering from the madness. This is going to be thee best birthday since the last I got to have with my dad there. When I get back, I've got Mariah's wedding (maid-of-honor). Then after that I've got my brother's wedding (maid-of-honor), which means back to Vegas! All while moving into my new place (hopefully). The in-between weekends will be used for moving and such. And I "heard" about this position at the DA's office and I "heard" that my name's been dropped for the position and I didn't even ask! The source, well, let's just say it was from thee source of sources. This means working day shift, not being on-call, holiday's off. And an intense, busy, "up there" position. It basically means me living a normal life with my son. It means a career, not just a job. I'm freaking out! It's like this year is the year! All good. I pay off my car next September and then it's on! That's $650 a month for Damian and me! Vacations and more vacations! I'm gonna take him to Disneyland and/or Disneyworld. I wanna go see Katie in Il. I don't want to put my son through the dramas of it all either. I have money and when I don't, I don't mind working a 60-70 hour week to get what I want. Because we already have what we need and then some.
My mom and I have been at it a lot lately. I think it's just because I'm an adult now and so is she and it's hard to live together with two opinions. My mom's going through things right now, but she has all her life. She IS the icon for a survivor. She was married to my dad for 20 years and raised three kids. We lived in a small two-bedroom trailer, all five of us. RV's are bigger. My dad worked his ass off to put food on the table and clothes on our backs. He was a mechanic and knew any and everything there was to know about cars. He died when I was just 12, my brother 13, and my oldest brother had just turned 18, in a motorcycle accident. We lost most of all contact with my dad's side of the family then. I've not seen or talked to my grandma since his funeral. My mom and my brothers and myself then lived with my grandma and granpa in their two-bedroom house and at my uncles who had a bigger three-bedroom in the back. But there were five of them there. She wasn't working when my dad passed away because they were old-fashioned and the man provided while she raised the family, so she couldn't afford rent. She didn't have a high school diploma so she went back to school for her GED after years of being out of school. She took night classes and went to day classes for roughly two years. She took me with her to her day classes so that she could get more studying in for the test. She failed the test numerous times, but refused She finally got her GED and was the happiest I'd seen her in years. She started working as an Educational Assistant at an elementary school and does in the present. She eventually got an apartment at a small but friendly apartment complex for her, my second oldes brother and myself. My oldest brother wanted to live with my grandparents. He took to my grandpa as his father figure like we all did after my dad left. The apartment was a nice two-bedroom, two-story, which was luxurious to us. She slept downstairs on the couch so that my brother and I could have our own rooms. Her boyfriend used to spend the night now and again and they would put the love seat and big couch togehter for their bed. One day she told me to clean my room, and my ungrateful self said something like, 'Why? I don't have anything nice.' I woke up the next morning to a new comforter, sheets, radio and a TV. I'm not sure how she did it, but she did. I kept my room clean every day after. Eventually she qualified for houseing assistance and they helped her get a house with a very low payment. A three-bedroom, single bah on 1/2 an acre of land! An old house remodeled. We were rich! We still live there. My brother has since bought a brand new house and has his fiance and two daughters. Both of my brother's are AWESOME fathers. When I wanted my dream car, my mom co-signed for me so that I could have that dream. She knew it'd put me through hell with the insane payment, but she did it anyway. She doesn't charge me rent and doesn't ask for anything form me. She had moved out once with her boyfriend and left me the house. My grandpa was sick and she moved back to be only 10 minutes from them. She spent every weekend with my grandparents, making sure they were happy and having a good time. Taking them to casinos or out to eat. Leaving no time for just her. My grandpa passed away two years ago and it's been really hard. Fo us, he was what we had left of any father figure. My dad's dad passed away when I just a little girl. Maybe about 10. I remember him fondly. Since then, she spends just about every day making sure my grandma is out and busy. Any vacation mom takes, grandma goes with. Anytime she goes anywhere, grandma goes with her and her boyfriend. All of her "other" time is dedicated to her kids and grandkids. Making sure we all have everything. I'm a single mother with a dead-beat-dad for my son's father. I mean, he sees him and is awesome when he's around, but it's getting him around that's the issue. My mom is my son's father. Her and I have raised him. If it weren't for her, I'm not exactly sure where'd I'd be. She's watched him so I can work. She gets him ready for school in the mornings. And because of my demanding schedule she attends field trips and anything else I cannot. I hate it when her and I argue, but I know that she would die for her family. Because of her, I know how to survive and that I can. because of her, I know that there are genuine people out there. Because of her, I know that one person can make a difference in so many lives. Because of her, I know how to love and to live. It's late, but HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MOM and GRANDMA!
Main Stage
Audioslave**
Foo Fighters*
Hot Hot Heat
Interpol*
Jimmy Eat World
My Chemical Romance
MxPx
Queens of the Stone Age*
Stage Two
The Mars Volta*
Alkaline Trio
Bloc Party
The Bravery
Dead 60's
The Transplants
Plus, Open Air Stereo
How fucking sweet is that? I'm totally amped! I'll be back in Vegas on Sunday for my birthday, recovering from the madness. This is going to be thee best birthday since the last I got to have with my dad there. When I get back, I've got Mariah's wedding (maid-of-honor). Then after that I've got my brother's wedding (maid-of-honor), which means back to Vegas! All while moving into my new place (hopefully). The in-between weekends will be used for moving and such. And I "heard" about this position at the DA's office and I "heard" that my name's been dropped for the position and I didn't even ask! The source, well, let's just say it was from thee source of sources. This means working day shift, not being on-call, holiday's off. And an intense, busy, "up there" position. It basically means me living a normal life with my son. It means a career, not just a job. I'm freaking out! It's like this year is the year! All good. I pay off my car next September and then it's on! That's $650 a month for Damian and me! Vacations and more vacations! I'm gonna take him to Disneyland and/or Disneyworld. I wanna go see Katie in Il. I don't want to put my son through the dramas of it all either. I have money and when I don't, I don't mind working a 60-70 hour week to get what I want. Because we already have what we need and then some.
My mom and I have been at it a lot lately. I think it's just because I'm an adult now and so is she and it's hard to live together with two opinions. My mom's going through things right now, but she has all her life. She IS the icon for a survivor. She was married to my dad for 20 years and raised three kids. We lived in a small two-bedroom trailer, all five of us. RV's are bigger. My dad worked his ass off to put food on the table and clothes on our backs. He was a mechanic and knew any and everything there was to know about cars. He died when I was just 12, my brother 13, and my oldest brother had just turned 18, in a motorcycle accident. We lost most of all contact with my dad's side of the family then. I've not seen or talked to my grandma since his funeral. My mom and my brothers and myself then lived with my grandma and granpa in their two-bedroom house and at my uncles who had a bigger three-bedroom in the back. But there were five of them there. She wasn't working when my dad passed away because they were old-fashioned and the man provided while she raised the family, so she couldn't afford rent. She didn't have a high school diploma so she went back to school for her GED after years of being out of school. She took night classes and went to day classes for roughly two years. She took me with her to her day classes so that she could get more studying in for the test. She failed the test numerous times, but refused She finally got her GED and was the happiest I'd seen her in years. She started working as an Educational Assistant at an elementary school and does in the present. She eventually got an apartment at a small but friendly apartment complex for her, my second oldes brother and myself. My oldest brother wanted to live with my grandparents. He took to my grandpa as his father figure like we all did after my dad left. The apartment was a nice two-bedroom, two-story, which was luxurious to us. She slept downstairs on the couch so that my brother and I could have our own rooms. Her boyfriend used to spend the night now and again and they would put the love seat and big couch togehter for their bed. One day she told me to clean my room, and my ungrateful self said something like, 'Why? I don't have anything nice.' I woke up the next morning to a new comforter, sheets, radio and a TV. I'm not sure how she did it, but she did. I kept my room clean every day after. Eventually she qualified for houseing assistance and they helped her get a house with a very low payment. A three-bedroom, single bah on 1/2 an acre of land! An old house remodeled. We were rich! We still live there. My brother has since bought a brand new house and has his fiance and two daughters. Both of my brother's are AWESOME fathers. When I wanted my dream car, my mom co-signed for me so that I could have that dream. She knew it'd put me through hell with the insane payment, but she did it anyway. She doesn't charge me rent and doesn't ask for anything form me. She had moved out once with her boyfriend and left me the house. My grandpa was sick and she moved back to be only 10 minutes from them. She spent every weekend with my grandparents, making sure they were happy and having a good time. Taking them to casinos or out to eat. Leaving no time for just her. My grandpa passed away two years ago and it's been really hard. Fo us, he was what we had left of any father figure. My dad's dad passed away when I just a little girl. Maybe about 10. I remember him fondly. Since then, she spends just about every day making sure my grandma is out and busy. Any vacation mom takes, grandma goes with. Anytime she goes anywhere, grandma goes with her and her boyfriend. All of her "other" time is dedicated to her kids and grandkids. Making sure we all have everything. I'm a single mother with a dead-beat-dad for my son's father. I mean, he sees him and is awesome when he's around, but it's getting him around that's the issue. My mom is my son's father. Her and I have raised him. If it weren't for her, I'm not exactly sure where'd I'd be. She's watched him so I can work. She gets him ready for school in the mornings. And because of my demanding schedule she attends field trips and anything else I cannot. I hate it when her and I argue, but I know that she would die for her family. Because of her, I know how to survive and that I can. because of her, I know that there are genuine people out there. Because of her, I know that one person can make a difference in so many lives. Because of her, I know how to love and to live. It's late, but HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MOM and GRANDMA!
posted by Jenn Doll at 4:55 AM
15 Comments:
That only took me 49,547,932,475 tries and the html didn't kick in. I guess it's better than nothing.
< div style="text-align: Justify;" >
Sans spaces you might want to try wrapping your text in your post like this
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Your friendly neighbourhood neurotic
Wow, thats alot of tries... um, not stalking you really :-/
Congratulations on all the awesome news at the outset of that post. If you didn't already, I'd bet you that those same thoughts in a card (even a late one) would have to be among the best presents your mom ever got in her life. That was quite a story. You should make sure she knows how you feel. Good luck with the DA & The new pad. Enjoy the show. Have a rocking fun birthday weekend in good ol' LA / LV!
Paragraphs, dear. Paragraphs.
Sonofagun. Phelps beat me to it.
Paragraphsareoverratedjustlike punctuationandspacing
Isn't having family members that give a damn great! I am glad you have the support system you need.
Do you need a buddy to got to this concert with ya... I'll go! Talk about a killer line-up! Chris Cornell is HOTTTTT.
Phelpsie and Mexi-though you two are my daddy and grand-daddy when it comes to bloggin-since when was there a rule book for posting?? I'm just saying. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!
Jenn-WOW-your mom sure seems to have taught you how to be a strong woman and a good mom-you are very blessed!!
Break it up into paragraphs make a long post easier to follow because you can see where one idea ends and another begins. One giant paragraph reminds me of a person just blurting out their whole life story nonstop and you're all like WTF???
I am really happy for you Jenn. Keep up the hard work it truly pays off. I had a strong mother too! It's funny how they seem to know everything!
Have a great bithday weekend. I will be celebrating with you in New Orleans this weekend!
Awesome news about Audioslave!! and it's great to see you've made the blog your bitch!
The story of your family is incredible, your really lucky to have family that love you so much, I had a bit of a mixed up bringing as well, my parents divorced when I was 5 and then we spent the next 10 years moving around the country for work, and I'm grateful, I thinks it's made me more of a real person, and given me a more positive outlook on life, rather than some prick who grew up with money.
I hope your move goes well and good luck for the DA job
And as for paragraphs? fuck paragraphs, I thought it gave the blog a really emotional feel, I liked it.
Some day I'll catch one of the big festivals but I think I'm waiting for a Smiths reunion. I don't think it'll happen though. B) Btw, I definitely agree that you have a great support system. Then again, a few of these vacations you have planned will help clear the mind too.
I wasn't able to read this. I just looked at its sive, became intimidated, and cried.
i loved the story..congrats chicklet on the promotion! its better to raise a child alone than with a moronic,worthless male..or female in some cases..being an asshole is not gender specific..its crosses the line..but i loved your story, thanks for sharing it..have fun at Audioslave, Vegas and of course your birfday...
That's the thing about not growing up with a silver spoon in your mouth because you learn the ability to appreciate the little things and see just how beautiful life can be even the sad parts.
Give your Mom a hug from Me (or you!) just to let her know you love her so!
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