Thursday, April 30, 2015

Wk 22


oh, you're moving alright!  i feel you, more than ever.  my eyes just get really big (i'm buggin out - yo, microphone check, one, two, what is this) and i put my hands on my belly to see if i can feel you from the outside so your dad can feel, too.  we arent quite there yet.  you were super active the other day...  i was starting to get a little worried that you were so restless.  i ended up with acid reflux and feeling odd for the last half of the day...  

...what could you possibly be dreaming about...

hALf bAkEd

Half Baked, you are, literally (half way there)
Bun in the Oven (cute)
Knocked Up (trashy)
Preggers, Preggo (corny)
With Child (very Game of Thrones)
Expecting (standard, very PC)
Pea in the Pod (very east coast)
Incubating (what are you, an egg?)
Baby on Board (a sign)
The Stork is Arriving (cute, but when did storks come about?  i'm certain there is a story.)
Storked (funny)
Marinating (its a baby, not a piece of chicken)
Barefoot and Pregnant (me, almost always.  i love my bare feet.)
Preggie (corny, but i say it...  "my preggie bellers".  i'm a dork.)

 we're thinking of yammering our news, publicly, soon.  i have a funny idea.  coming soon, to a social media outlet near you! (maybe...  you know me and social media...  not best friends)


* * *
You run through the veins of my existence as ever lasting life.
Through the seasons change, you're blossoming and budding into your own tree on earth.
Through pathways and labyrinths and gardens you will weave.
Through avalanches and monsoons and tornadoes you will weather. 
Fear not of organic life, for it is precious.
Here for you, we will always be, my sweet love. 
You're safe.
***


Her Carousel

my little one.

i write all of these words with so many other thoughts spinning in the carousel of my ever-moving mind, yet, i dont know that i'll ever show this to you.  this space.  its pure me.  it, softly, transformed into writings to you, but i know its more of a catharsis for me.  talking to you helps me keep it honest and pure because... i can be wily.  who i am, at my core, and what i show to you will always have boundaries.  i dont live without boundaries - i never have and i never will.  each space gives me freedom to be "free" in it.  work > i keep it professional, even when people are acting insane around me and its "allowed."  friends> i dont have many - but, the best ones allow freedom of self with unconditional companionship, and i dont discuss my love life with them, like many people do.  parents> i tell them so many things, but, again, i dont discuss my love life while toking a bong together.  husband> he knows the most.  and knows things about me that no on earth knows.  he's a best friend.  you will have acquaintance friends and you will have close/best friends.  the difference is monument and your close friends are the ones you're lucky to find, if ever.  you get the point.  boundaries.  i keep things separate and live fully in each of those spaces.  i love to curse and say inappropriate, non-pc things, and my imagination is wild, but again, time and place.  on the same coin, i love to be proper, use impeccable manners, and dress to the nines.  i dont shelter my true self in the comforts of my home.  there is no place like home and its a place i want you to flourish.  if i were to post pieces of my thoughts in a public forum, i would get full-on attacked.  and its not that i cant handle it, because i can, and i'm intelligent enough to feel comfortable doing so, but its more the attitude of Sweet Brown, "aint nobody got time for that."  pick your battles.  which brings me to my mental place, at the moment.  the main place of my majority upbringing can harbor closed minds, lower iq's due to lack of discipline and vision, and a very "red" mindset.  red, meaning, right-wing conservatives.  they're stereotyped as gun-toting, military supporting, country listening, beer drinking, Christian, God fearing republicans that love calling themselves rednecks.  they will shoot you for not supporting the military and their beloved police force, they will puff in pride and yell their staunch opinions in your face, and then tell you to "get over it."  and while i really do love many of the qualities - take no shit attitude, less gov't, i believe in the right to bear arms, etc. - i'm, extremely, independent.  so much so that, i was the only girl invited to a state function in high school and created my own political party with my own platform.  i made history.  i tell people about it, but they dont really get it, and that's okay.  it built personal pride and was a stepping stone to realization of self and of what i was capable.

my mother and i moved around, a lot, while i was growing up.  those moves changed me.  and in nothing but a good way.  i've always been somewhat of a loner and i could always occupy myself, no matter what.  imagination.  it takes you anywhere, and when you have traumatic things happen, you go to those places for solace.  i wasnt stuck, as so many small town folk say, in a small town, with narrow-minded people, with one school to attend, with one bar at which to drink, with everyone knowing every thing about you...  the moves forced me to "friend" several different people at varying times.  i was a friendly little girl, so teachers liked me, and would respond to me positively.  we didnt travel the world, but to me, as a tiny little being, it seemed like it.  through those times, my mind opened.  i saw what my small town friends didnt. 

i saw the stereotyped people play out their lives, right in front of me, and when i went to college, a whole new world opened.  a whole community of people that wanted to "change the world," like me.  i loved it and reveled in it.  i immersed myself in it.  i went to drum circles and butterfly houses and would walk through gardens, alone, and write poetry by the river (yes, we had a river ON campus), and meet people from other countries...  i was expanding.  and i loved it, just like when i was young.  i loved being on my own.  i loved going to art galleries and the library and riding my bike to a chemistry lab and would see plays by myself...  the list goes on.  you have such a world at your hands during those years.

anyway, ive been looking at my fb news feed, and their views are different than mine.  and i mean, things i would never say, things i'm shocked to hear, and things that i'm seeing as being blind.  the people.  they dont know.  they're blind. and where i used to have pure passion to change and open the eyes for the less fortunate, i'm feeling...  hurt.  sad.  they dont know.  they dont see it.  am i delusional?  i dont think so.  i, genuinely, deep in my heart dont think so.  getting into politics is dangerous.  even just discussing oppositional politics with someone can render you friendless.  as i so abruptly learned last week.  (an odd personal situation.)

here is my VERY unpopular opinion on just one, very important, situation this week in news:


 it used to be a very popular and streamlined attitude to trust and respect authority.  in fact, i still do, for the most part.  but, i'm seeing some of the most damning evidence i've ever seen that is changing my own mindset.  and the thing is, when you get to the core of a police force, especially in a bigger city, you see, clearly, the corruption.  remember the show, the wire?  (a crime drama about the drug trade, politics, school systems, etc.)  why is there corruption?  take a guess.  power.  where there is power flows money.  the corrupt politics in any typical police force is staggering.  its always been that you dont need much education to become a police officer.  that - mixed with power - CAN equal a scary formula.  in the case of baltimore, i, personally, see the cause of whats happening as an escalation from the drug war, politics, and a possible rising of martial law.  baltimore is a predominantly black community that has been riddled by drugs and corruption, through the years.

* where are there no jobs in baltimore?  so many have been outsourced to communist lands like china.

* why do the police officers treat the community with no regard and why is there no probable cause when people are policed?  i think because the drug wars rendered rights pointless.  they cracked down on people for simple loitering.  they would pull people over or stop them for looking at them for too long, or if they "fit the stereotype" with their pants too low or a do-rag on their heads.  probable cause has turned into whatever you can lie about in court.  there soon became a BIG disconnect between the community and police.  no one trusted the other.  on both sides.  

* why are the schools so oppressed, rendering education unattainable, making it easier to make money on the streets than honorably?  not enough money is being put into their school systems and when you dont pay teachers at competitive rates, they go to other communities.  uneducated people are, statistically, more likely to go to prison than college.

* why do we use racial slurs when referring to people in impoverished communities?  oh, you mean like thugs?  well, its complicated.  what the general public sees is the rioting.  so, they group them all as showing "thug-like" qualities.  personally, i think its easier to name-call than to find out WHY there is chaos.  i learned a long time ago to get to the bottom of problems and IGNORE the feelings attached.  why are they angry?  why would they loot and cause disarray?  the answers are much deeper than them being thugs.  this has been a long time coming.

* why do police use so much more force than ever when they are supposed to be extensively and professionally trained in proper arrests?  this is a question i cant answer.  but, the divide amongst us has caused a lot of hate and racism.  with anger comes violence.  it just escalates and escalates.  just because you do something wrong doesnt mean you get treated like garbage.  their professionalism is being clouded in hate, corruption, and gov't rule.  there is a professional process and theyre ignoring it.  we've been seeing the police use more force than ever.  people are being shot in their backs.  black men being shot in the streets while RUNNING.  did you catch that?  running.  freddie had his spine severed, his trachea crushed, and then died, as a result.  people are dying.  animals are dying, too.  thats a whole other subject.  they call it collateral damage.  just like in war.  the innocent die if they're in the way.  expect it.  and our friendly neighborhood police are becoming our military.  except, we're the enemy. 

* would this happen in a wealthy, white community?  not in a million years.  their white collar corruption cant be seen by the naked eye.  they're educated, remember?  and money buys more than we will ever comprehend.

* do you support the military?  um, yes and no.  i support the men and women OF the military.  i have family that have and do represent.  i will always love and support them, no matter what.  but i, often, think most young sign-ups are brainwashed, like the american public, to support every single war that we get ourselves into.  we used to fight for freedom and rights.  now, its almost to protect ourselves to live this lavish life that we love.  nations dont love us.  they think we're excessive bullies that seem to meddle in everyones affairs.  we fight for oil that is ruining our health and environment, we fight for planes crashing into our economic epicenter and told lies about it (inside job on our own soil), and we fight for WMD's that were NEVER found.  i see excuses.  i see false flags.  i see a gov't that will stop at nothing because they are psychopaths, by the true, clinical definition (its not me calling them names, but a definitive term.).  i see young people being sent to fight for old, white, wealthy mens agendas.  money, power, position.  

* are you scared?  for humanities long-term future, yes.  but, not personally.  i know who i am.  i take really good care of my soul and am not changed by the evils in life.  i'm the type of person to make mistakes and learn from them.  i grew up.  i found whats important.  they cant infiltrate that.  i want my son to feel the same way.  like a soldier in life, but fighting for what matters and is healthy for life to maintain.  life is hard and more complex than we'll ever know.  but, its also, so incredibly beautiful and simple.  you have a choice, for the most part.  just pay your taxes and be able to take care of yourself, in the meantime. 

* conclusion?  i think the gov't and corporations are puppeting and orchestrating it all.  they make moves that effect us, as a whole, we revolt, and the police react.  that's it.  its a cycle. 

 


when we see photos, like the one below, i think to myself...  you can pick your weapon.  when you come to a protest with machine guns, riot gear, and tanks...  you've made yourself a threat.  they caught police officers on video throwing rocks at people...  a police officer OUT OF UNIFORM was photographed throwing rocks at the crowd.  are they instigating?  i mean, WHAT is going on?  i know good cops.  but, i know even more bad ones.  and that's a fact.  and i'm talking about the facts in my own, personal, life.  the major run-ins that i've had have made me not respect them at all.  from michigan to san diego.  and i dont LIKE feeling that way.  its happened organically.





is this right?  lining up to help the cops?  maybe.  some people ask why they would protect the men who just murdered someone.  i kind of find it funny that they're protecting people with automatic weapons, though.  but, i know they're just trying to make a point.  some call the cops legalized gangsters.  being from cali, i know gangsters.  real gangsters.  the bloods and the crips.  people that came into this life with nothing and found their "family" in the streets.  its a shame.  i want to scoop up everyone that have socioeconomic inequalities and educate them into success.  and i dont mean monetary success.  i mean understanding life.  the true meaning of life.  see beyond the walls of our communities.  i'm a dreamer of peace.  some call it ignorant.  i call it hope.  a lot of soul searching got me there. 



and then, there is this lady!  how can we forget her, thanks to the ever circling coverage on the media. 





people were both proud and annoyed by her.  the proud people said, "yes!  good for her!"  "what a good mom!"  "i would do the same thing!"  
 
the annoyed were irritated that people would support someone doing exactly what they're complaining about - using violence for ANY positive result.  "if she were such a 'good mom,' why was her son on the streets causing havoc?" they ask.  "great mom?!?" they yelled.  "yeah, right!  she has 6 kids all by different dads!"  the statements go on and on.  some people were just simply upset that she was hitting him.  

me?  i laughed.  but, then, thought...  *sigh*  this is our current "civilized" society.  messy.  moms hitting, people acting out, gov'ts ruling...  

and crime levels are down, statistically, from 1900 through now.  and why wouldnt they be?  we're a hell of a lot smarter, overall.  our living is the absolute best its ever been.  clean water, plentiful food, companies to provide necessities and workers to create them...  people are busy.  but, if you look at the news, you would think there is no good.  there are millions upon millions of people, but they focus on one or two stories. 

regardless, people have been revolting since the beginning of time.  look at history.  but, things seem to be getting tighter, on the police side.  being a claustrophobic being, i feel the squeeze.  i'm tired of hearing people talk about "black people are the only ones who ever riot," and "why arent the whites rioting," over this or that.  history lesson:  prior to the 1960's, rioting consisted of whites burning down and destroying black communities SIMPLY because they didnt want them there.  just imagine.  and how quickly people forget.  its sad.

really all that i want is this, and some ice cream on a warm summer day:


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 okay, if you made it this far, i'm impressed!  

love to life, love to the people of b-more, and love to hope.  may it gel the divided and kick the stereotypes.  because, the stereotypes are not always what they seem.  i know the many of my own community are exactly like the said stereotype, but i'm from that same community, and a case in point.  and that is my hope for our gov't, too.

~ Her carousel has ceased ~

Monday, April 27, 2015

Martha Focker



...they keep calling you an alien...

~ HERE YOU ARE ~

Week 21

this is the best she could do with our last ultrasound.  i got so emotional that i forgot to video it like i had wanted to, damnit!  but, you were active and moving all around.

this is a right profile of your head and chest.  
you can see your whole head, forehead, nose, and mouth.
you kept putting your hands to your mouth - 
maybe trying to suck your thumb?  we werent sure.  



eating your hands.  ;) 





this one is hard to make out (even for me, and i was there), but the arrow is your boy parts, confirming, absolutely, your sex.  i cant tell you how important this felt for me.  the reason is that, it omitted the possibility of you possibly being a girl and having Turners Syndrome.  its not really for you to understand, and i will never expect it, but it was a moment for me, on a very personal level.

the nurse used arrows and wrote, "i'm a boy!!!"  =)





this was a final and very thorough ultrasound, so she spent a lot of time checking you out.  measuring your arms, legs, skull, and spine to ensure you're at the correct size for your age and that all systems are fully developed.  everything was black and white, but you were moving around and it was incredible to see you so big and with full movement.  you even fully stretched, at one point, and had your feet on my bladder.  haha.  i had to use the restroom a lot, this day.  that must be why.  your dad said you looked like a frog because your legs were "leaping" up and down.  then, he said, "f yo couch!"  ha!  inside joke for dave chappelle fans only.  ;)  i feel you so often now.  i cant even put into words how i feel, so i wont try.  some feelings are to be left pure, not stated.

all that i know is that i love you so much, already.  i'm sitting here listening to pink floyd and getting chills and feeling teary eyed and texting with your dad.  these are the goods in life.  these feelings, right here.  nothing else matters...  not the problems of the world, not monetary issues, not the worries i have about providing...  but, these real and genuine feelings for something outside of yourself and the different types of love you can feel. 

its magical. 

thank you, ryder jameson.  its what we'll call you, for now. 

thank you. 

shine on, you crazy diamond. 

alt 3. 

♥

Wk 21

week 21 and today, 4/24, is the day!  our very last ultrasound until we actually see your little self!  your dad heard your heart on monday, so today is the day he (we) SEE you!  we know you're a boy, from my blood test, so, now, visual confirmation to solidify that and ensure you're growing properly and all systems are in place.  *peaceful sigh*

Your Lunatic Mothers Reminder

i have tendencies to drive your dad crazy with my worries of parenthood...  so, this, very much speaks to me!  i'll keep it in mind!  promise.  i have a VERY wild imagination and harbor very unconventional thoughts, so i have to wrangle them in, from time to time.  xo

4/20...dude.

okay, so i'm lagging.  i havent felt like writing, lately, due to being pretty tired, so we're doing a one-day-shot of several days. 
wk 20 was a big week for both your dad and me.  monday, 4/20, he got to hear your heartbeat and, technically, meet you for the first time.  you were at 150 beats per minute and our nurse picked up your beat immediately.  i always get to so tickled to hear you because it means things are going, at least somewhat, right.  not to be odd, but i've worried about having a lifeless body inside me without knowing...  its horrible, but i'm honest about my myriad of feelings.  NONE OF THAT.   not only did we hear you, but we heard my heart beating in, almost, unison of mine.  my body creating you makes me want to make the wisest of choices through diet.  instead of eating that fried chicken, i find myself making a green drink in the blender, instead.  nutrients.  you need them.  and i care.

something else cool about today, being april 20th, was that i was 20wks 4 days!  pretty cool!  20/4 on 4/20!  i dont smoke the delightful herbs of our nature, but i DO live in CO.  4/20 is, practically, a holiday for mary janers.  so, while we were celebrating you, the state was celebrating its freedom of medicine, which i fully condone.  dont get me started, either...  it drives me up the wall at the close-minded stigma of marijuana.  our country will feed highly addicting narcotics to people like they're candy and then ruin their lives, but smoke some flowers to relieve your pain and ease your terminally ill childs nausea???  HOW DARE YOU.  its bs and the gov' knows it.  money has been the driving force of its ban, but our state is the very first to legalize it and its working out pretty well.  crime is down, money is flowing, and minds are getting wiser (well, some minds....).  its still federally illegal, but other states are looking at the same things.  good luck to them.  granted, you will always have people that dont have sense, with which to begin, and ruin it for themselves and have gov't push back, but we need to look at the big picture and regulate responsibly, regardless of the bad apples.  i firmly believe that regulation is the key to such issues.  i'm VERY open minded, have done my share of legal and illegal things and have a strong sense of how things work.  the key to life is balance.  period.  find the center of things and you will usually find peace and order.  things of this nature are going to be a touchy subject with you since there have been some family issues, but we'll figure it out.  your dad and i have seen a lot, hence, know a lot.  we'll ensure your full comprehension on such issues.  we'll keep you busy enough to not go down junkie lane.  bul-ee-dat.



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Little Bug

this is Leilani, of whom you will meet very soon.

ron ron, little bear, lani bear, lani bug, lan, weedow, lan bon little bon, baby gur, pumpkin head, sweetstuff, munchkin face...  and believe it or not, she RESPONDS to most of them! 

i saved her from being sent to a shelter as a 6 month old kitten (friends had a change of heart after getting her *eye roll*), so we took her in, as a test, to see if she would be okay with us...  uuum, yeeaah, i would never give up an animal unless i HAD to, sooo....  i sort of KNEW she would be ours, BUT figured if she completely disrupted the house, like a fool, THEN find her a home (never a shelter!  80% of animals taken there get euthanized.  its sad.).  BUT, she was ours, instantly.  she is absolutely hilarious, vocal, sweet, very UNattention needy (which i love - she's harmonious, not "attachy"), she's slightly overweight (18lbs!) due to her breed (typical for domestic shorthairs), but as long as she stays healthy and doesnt gain any more, i will continue to LOVE this trait of hers.  we have a skinny cat, oakley, and as much as i love him to death, he's... gross?... to pick up.  maybe not gross, but hard?  unpleasant?  he's pure skin and bones!  he wasnt always this way!  i worry that i will crack him.  haha.  lani, on the other hand, is a little munchkin.  super soft, squishy, a round nugget of sweetness.  she's just...cozy... and i LOVE LOVE LOVE that in cats.  i've had three cats like this and i've loved them all the same.  james was my soul kitty and got lost in the streets of ramona, ca, but lani is very similar to him.  she's not as loveable and carefree (nothing is like he was *sniff sniff*, and nothing ever will be...), but i think its because she was a bit abused as a kitten.  she lived with a 5 year old that had no parental guidance of how to treat an animal.  i witnessed, with my own eyes, her being bashed in the head with a plastic light saber and the parents not doing much other than saying, "hey, dont do that."  i stepped in and was a bit more adamant...

"J, would you like it if you were hit in the head with something hard?"

"No."

"Well, the kitten doesnt like it either.  It hurts, and with her being so small, it could permanently damage her and we never want that.  Treat her with love and pet her softly, but NEVER hit her.  She'll love you back for it."

"Okay." Child moves on while hitting the walls with his light saber and yelling some sort of gibberish.

ug.  really?  i have to be the parent to your child in your own home?  i dont believe in abuse.  i barely believe in hitting.  its a damaging practice for ignorant people that have no words to use, but i have not one ounce of tolerance for animal abuse and wanted to set the child on fire and throw him out of a tall window while shouting, "FOUR," to the people below, shutting the window and then asking whats for dinner.

okay, so maybe my imagination runs a little wild sometimes, but i love animals.

anyway, i will teach you to love her.  i will teach you to feed her everyday.  i will teach you to respect her.  no bothering her while sleeping, no pulling her tail, etc.  animals can provided a plethora of knowledge about the respect of life to children.  she's pretty young, so she'll be around for awhile. 

my little bear.

"mom put this here so that i can hang out with her while in the kitchen and lick my toes!  yay bags!"

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Wk 20

okay, slow down, please!  how on earth are you 20 weeks!?  didnt we just find out that you were coming to fruition???  well, you've been pretty easy peasy, considering i just talked to one of our friends last night whose wife is also pregnant (one month later than us) and full on psychotic.  he was sitting three blocks down the street from his home, in his car, just to avoid her...  yikes!  first of all, your dad and i have our issues, but we're both generally sane.  generally.  ;)  i always hear such severe horror stories of people losing their minds during pregnancy.  unless mine will come later, i think i'm doing okay.  i feel very balanced, actually.  i've always had the ability to find peace even in the most chaotic of times.  i seek buddhism, often, to center me.  even though i'm agnostic, i have a very strong spiritual connection to things.  buddhism calms me every time.  i have a few relics around the house - specifically, a hand carved, wooden buddha.  its huge and i love it.  i've always wanted to have a small shrine, of sorts, to hang it and then have beautiful and important things around it and below it.  we'll be finding a home in the next year, so that is a plan of mine.  i want to be able to kneel and chat...  anyway, i think that i've been feeling you which tickles the heck out of me, literally and figuratively!  its unreal.  i push back.  gently.  i hope you dont mind.  haha.


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Last Day of the First Half!


today is the last day of the whole first half of our pregnancy.  i cant believe it!  and while its exciting, overall (i mean, words elude me...  i'm elated and excited and think of you CONSTANTLY), its a bit of a rough week.  we've had some things to think about this week.  some things with your father (that we'll figure out, as always), but, also, today marks the anniversary that your dads biological mother passed.  while her children werent close to her, due to various reasons, she was close with her mother and sister.  they both always remained by her side during all of her darkest and hardest days, right up until her passing.  i think of her often and sometimes talk to her aloud, and i always reach out to grandma C and auntie and tell them how i'm thinking of them and love them on this day and her birthday.  its your grandma C's heartache that i think about the most.  she's such a joyful, honorable, clean-living woman, that seeing her have to endure whats happened to her daughters is a hard pill to swallow.  she's a woman that makes sound decisions in life while still having fun, so i give her as much love as i can because she's an angel to me and she deserves a few more things than she's gotten in life.  but, with all of the loss that we have in life, it helps us connect to things on a deeper level.  that's been my own experience, anyway.  for me, it made me grow up quicker and examine life with a mature vision.  i learned to understand, cherish, and truly empathize with others.  you'll certainly experience loss in your life and it can be difficult, yes - you dont want to take away from your genuine feelings built or otherwise, but i never want you to fear it or find it awkward.  it may be a process, but we must land, wholeheartedly, in the peace of it.  we never know when our time is up, and things happen to people in so many unknowing and various ways - even questionable and downright odd - but, as strange as life can be, its also beautiful. 

sometimes, we must only celebrate in the good energy, no matter how small. 



Monday, April 13, 2015

Wk 19

Week 19 and we're finally feeling better!  We've both been illin'.  Upper respiratory type of thing...  Chemtrails?  Just kidding.  kind of...  There have been more trails all over the sky again.  Several on Friday, per usual.  Anyway, I've been pushing out the virus and other stuff with various remedies.  Your dad read that you were hiccuping in my belly, so was listening for you and hiccuping back.  haha.  We got plane tickets, thanks to your grandpa C, for us to come see them in May, so I'm very excited about that.  Like I said, I've been missing CA.  It will be a nice trip since we probably wont see them again until around when you're born!