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For Halloween Brandon dressed up as a ganster (a mafia ganster that is). I can’t get over how handsome he looks in his suit he wore. Then with the fake mustache (made with makeup) that I put on him it makes him look so grown. We are so tired after walking the neighborhood. Brandon scored big time with lots and lots of candy. I will definitially be regulating the candy.

Now for my rant…..WTF is up with kids not being able to wear their costumes to school anymore. They are allowed to wear orange and black to school on halloween and that is it. I tell you America is just going further and further downhill. Off rant…

and now on to three different poses of Brandon (darn mustache got smudged a little). I told him not to smile, cause it just wouldn’t go with the look hehehe

This one is one of my favorites

Let it be know that I officially suck at carving pumpkins. Maybe it’s possible due to lack of experience. I haven’t done this since I was a little older then Brandon’s age. What a mess it is.

Our untouched pumkin (with the exception of pen lines i marked on it)

Let’s open her up (yuck)

Brandon starts the dirty work…. Where is the host of “Dirty Jobs”?

I start to get down and dirty (with messy hair and all) as I clean it out a little more

Well my funky finished pumpkin…. with uneven eyes and all, I accidently cut off one of the teeth I had on the bottom. Hey I never said we were professionals, haha. Guess I should of stayed with doing a virtual pumkin as found here..

November 10, 1982…

Our family was going through some ruff times and had to live at a campground called “Campland on the Bay”. Actually it wasn’t that bad of a place (at least to me as a young kid), it had little parks with playgrounds for us to play. A few swiming pools, boats to rent to take out on the bay. Family nights where they had contest to win prizes. An Arcade, mini store and all kinds of other things. Plenty of people lived at this place so it wasn’t like we were the only ones.

So on this night, Jennifer and I’s biological grandparents (let me remind you that these are the same ones that didn’t want us when our biological mother was killed, but we did know who they were because we did visit them) showed up late at night. Jennifer who was about 3 was already sleeping, they took us anyways. The next day they didn’t keep us for another day and they didn’t take us back home. They didn’t like where we were currently living at the time and didn’t want to keep us as a temporary home till my parents were able to find a better place to live, so they took us to a fosterhome and dropped us off. I don’t remember exactly how long we were there maybe 1-2 weeks more or less. I guess I should ask my mom as she would know. I just remember I hated living there, would you blame me? I was enrolled in school a few blocks away and started to attend school. One night I was crying wanting our mom up in my top bunk bed with my sis beneath me in the lower bunk. I got down and climbed into bed with my sis. Who was telling me it was going to be ok. I remember it being so sweet my little sis comforting me when I should of been the one who was strong.

This next part is a major reason I believe that their is a God.

That night as I layed in bed…. I prayed to god. I asked him that our mom come to get us. I asked that I would go to school the next day and my mom would be there to come get us when I got out of school.

The next day I remember walking from school. All the sudden one of the kids who lived there at the house came on his bike to find me, telling me my mother was there to get us. I couldn’t believe it, I ran so quickly. My family had sinced found a house and moved in. She didn’t know exactly where we were but eventually found us. I remember that day having my brothers come home so excited to see us again.

As I write these things that have happened to me in the past, it’s sometimes so hard to believe that it really happened and it wasn’t just a bad dream. A VERY BAD dream.

Now remember as posted before, that I am not looking for any sympathy, this is just to share my life with you. I will post more entertaining things later, which are not so sad actually pretty funny I promise lol.

To read other post of my past make sure to to click here

I need to get back into my diet. I’ve gained some of my weight back that I’ve lost, and that ain’t cool. Although I still don’t eat certain foods such as Sodas and french fries (actually every blue moon i have some fries, like today). It’s things like I’ve been taking Brandon to get frozen yogurt way to much. Now I really need to show restraint and that will be harder now because, having a child in the house = snacks in the house. But like yesterday I went to breakfast with Angela and had this big ole omelette I shouldn’t have eaten it all, in fact i shouldn’t have ordered that. So I think on Monday I will start my diet again, I MUST BE STRONG.

It’s Drug Free week at Brandon’s school. And tonight they had a group come out and do a “stomp” performance. I always love watching shows like this. I think it’s amazing what they do with everyday items. After the show Brandon and I got some t-shirt with the school’s mascot and name on them, I won’t post pics of Brandon wearing his, only because I don’t want Jes (the bitch, as some of you may know her by) to find out where Brandon goes to school if she reads my blog. Then we all (My Brother and his family, Mohcine, Brandon and I) had pizza.

During the middle of the show, they had all the boys in the audience dance and try to copy one of the guys on stage. Brandon’s friend Ryan had to go up on stage and sing “Mary had a little lamb” because he wasn’t dancing at all. I was going to go up and take a picture of Brandon dancing, but when I went up they all stopped.

So I don’t bore you I will only post one more picture…This kid in the orange hair along with another who wore a green tie were crazy guys but fun to watch, all of them were actually.