Today I feel blessed, I have in one weeks time I have found two of my best friends, Jessica and Juli. Today Miss Juli turned 27, I know that I have told her this many times today, but Happy Birthday Juli. I had a nice IM conversation with her today, and no I am not ashamed to say that I cried. It is nice to have someone in my life that (at least at one point in out lives) knows me as well as I know myself. In middle school and our freshman year, she was someone that I could turn to when things were bad at home (which was all the time). And she was the one friend that would not believe me, when I had tears in my eyes and said that nothing was wrong or one of the many crazy excuses that I came up with so that I wouldn't have to let people know just what went on behind closed doors at home. For a long time, I didn't want anyone to know, but there has to be a point when you just have to stop letting the past run things in the present. The time for closure is now, I want, no I need to be able to think about the time in my life when I was able to see all of those who went to Webb City High School (grad class of 98) and not be plagued by all of the crap at my father's house. To the WCHS graduating class of 98, I miss you all.
Nancy Kay Capps and Richard Gary Jarmin, you know what you did and now is the time for me to stop blaming myself for it, it was not and is not my fault, I was the child, you were the adults. You are bad people who like to beat on a child just because things don't go your way. Hurting a child for any reason isn't right and I know that despite the two of you, I know that no matter what my little girl does, I should never and will never try to drown her, tie her up or beat her with a yard stick, baseball bat, or any other object. I have Juli and Jessica to thank for the courage to stand up and tell the world what you did. And Gary, if you should ever read this, know that you are not my daughters grandfather, I may have your DNA, but you are not my Dad, at this point I'm not sure that you know what a dad is. You have had more chances than I can count to be a part of my life and have thrown all of them in the trash. Life is to short to waste it on things that don't make your life better. Here's to making your life (and the lives of those that you care about) better everyday.
Going back to the title of this post. Today is also my brother-in-law's birthday. So Happy Birthday Justin, just don't ask me how old he is, because I couldn't tell you. We don't really talk all that often, but he makes my sister-in-law Dee Dee happy and he is a good dad to my niece, so I don't worry about it too much. Hey Dee Dee. Justin is an up and coming artist and if it is in the cards and something that he wants, I hope that he becomes a household name. Just as I hope that Juli's wish to become a stay at home mom comes true for her. I am and I know how much I love being at home to see all of Sierra-Lynn's firsts (and seconds), to teach her all that she needs to know, to see the look on her face when she learns something new. Like after her party, watching the look on her face when she finally learned what pedals on a bike do when used properly, where we live now is the first place that we have lived that she has been able to ride a bike with pedals. That and she got her Disney princess bike from her beloved Aunt Becky for her birthday (she loves it and rides it everyday).
It is once again time for me to get the show on the road. Till next time.
Blessed Be
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Sierra-Lynn's Arrival
Now some of you may say that I'm weak for receiving an epidural, but I don't care. I am allergic to pain. No joke. I had a family friend cut out an ingrown toenail and turned green. The day that my little angel was born was hard enough with one I couldn't imagine not getting one. Of course there was no way that anything could have prepared me for the delivery room. I was, as any first time mom will be, scared beyond belief. I was already 2 weeks late and getting sicker by the day, so Dr. Jennifer Su, the wonderful woman that she is took matters into her own hands. On Halloween of 2002, I was up and at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. (I am not a morning person). At 6:00 a.m. a doctor came in to induce and then came the waiting. Hours passed nothing, there was even talk of me going home, like there was anyway in the world that I was going to let that happen. I was bound and determined that I was getting a Halloween baby. Fate, did not agree with me. It sided with my father in law. From the moment that Robert Jackson Bennett, A.K.A. Bob, found out that he was getting a grand daughter, he became very over protective. He was also quite sure that she would be born in November. I couldn't let him be right, could I? No.
Well, like I said, fate did not agree with me, Sierra-Lynn was born a tad bit more than three hours after midnight. On November 1, 2002, so once again the man was right. Who'd a thunk it?
But we have a twist. Unlike most babies who let their parents and everyone else know that they are in the world, Mark and I did not here that precious first cry. No, what we heard was worse, nurses yelling one another and a chilling silence. I had never been more nervous in my life. It was bad for Mark as well, all that he could do was stand there and watch, which for him is harder than you think, after all he is a trained EMT. But, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard it, she cried. The first and almost last, but not quite.
After six long hours, I was finally able to hold my baby and do what I had wanted to do for months, I looked into her eyes. She smiled, and I cried. That night she stayed in the room with us and I would have slept all night had I not heard her laughing, yes I said laughing. Sierra-Lynn was not a big crier.
Once we got home and she was big enough to move from her bassinet into a crib, we put her 'kick and play piano' in her crib and every night I was awakened by the sound of music instead of the sound of a ticked off baby. God bless the folks at Playskool. Although, if we hadn't had one she still wouldn't have cried, she would have thrown her binky at us.
Well, that's enough for tonight, its 10:42 p.m. and I have plenty to do tomorrow.
Blessed be.
Well, like I said, fate did not agree with me, Sierra-Lynn was born a tad bit more than three hours after midnight. On November 1, 2002, so once again the man was right. Who'd a thunk it?
But we have a twist. Unlike most babies who let their parents and everyone else know that they are in the world, Mark and I did not here that precious first cry. No, what we heard was worse, nurses yelling one another and a chilling silence. I had never been more nervous in my life. It was bad for Mark as well, all that he could do was stand there and watch, which for him is harder than you think, after all he is a trained EMT. But, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard it, she cried. The first and almost last, but not quite.
After six long hours, I was finally able to hold my baby and do what I had wanted to do for months, I looked into her eyes. She smiled, and I cried. That night she stayed in the room with us and I would have slept all night had I not heard her laughing, yes I said laughing. Sierra-Lynn was not a big crier.
Once we got home and she was big enough to move from her bassinet into a crib, we put her 'kick and play piano' in her crib and every night I was awakened by the sound of music instead of the sound of a ticked off baby. God bless the folks at Playskool. Although, if we hadn't had one she still wouldn't have cried, she would have thrown her binky at us.
Well, that's enough for tonight, its 10:42 p.m. and I have plenty to do tomorrow.
Blessed be.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Well that didn't work
I really wanted to show everyone my family, but apparently I'll have to get my husband, he's the computer wiz. For those of you who are married, you know that getting a man to do something that he may not want to do is almost impossible. Don't get me wrong I love Mark with all my heart, but sometimes that man drives me insane.
Anyway, back to our story. We were married in Mark's parents backyard and had a beautiful lake as our back drop. The officiant was a man named Kelley Hardcastle. In attendance was my in laws Robert and Gloria Bennett, my sister in law Diana, a coworker of mine named Lena, the preachers wife Angie and their son Nathen. And I guess you could count the twins, Hannah and Grace Hardcastle (Angie was pregnant). After the service we all went to my place of employment; Warrenton's own McDonald's for our impromptu reception, which was followed by a round of mini golf for Mark and I. That evening, we were treated to one night at the local Amerihost hotel by Bob and Gloria. As we left the house Bob pulled me aside and told me that he wanted a grand daughter, he had three grand sons now he wanted a little girl.
Around April of 2002 we found out that we were expecting a little bundle of joy, and that it would arrive around October 28. Mark and I were a little excited and a lot scared. Having lost my mom at the ripe old age of 12 1/2 I was questioning if I would even know how to take care of a baby, if I even knew how to be a mom. My pregnancy was one wild ride. Bob was certain from day one that he would have his grand daughter and that she would be born in November. And you know what, that man was right. Sierra-Lynn was born at 3:05 am November 1 weighing in at 9 pounds 2 ounces.
Back to before she made her appearance. Mark and I were living with his parents and unfortunately his little sister Diana was living there too. Now things between us have changed, but then, boy did she hate me. She thought that I was taking her brother away from her because he spent more time with me and less time with her. She also hated the way that her dad doted on me because I was having a baby and she couldn't compete with that. She would pick a fight daily. One time she stood behind her parents screaming that they were her parents, that my mom was dead and that I shouldn't forget that. HELLO, like I would ever in a million years forget that little fact. On another occasion, she stood at one end of the hallway while I was at the other and almost threw a phone at me. But like I said things have changed between us. We actually talk to each other like adults now. Its amazing what 4 1/2 years, her getting married and both of us having a baby will do.
Well folks, that's all for tonight. Its 10:06 p.m. and I have a busy day tomorrow. I'm going to try once again to get my little girl to learn her ABC's. If anyone has any ideas, let me know, PLEASE. And tune in for my next installment
Blessed Be
Anyway, back to our story. We were married in Mark's parents backyard and had a beautiful lake as our back drop. The officiant was a man named Kelley Hardcastle. In attendance was my in laws Robert and Gloria Bennett, my sister in law Diana, a coworker of mine named Lena, the preachers wife Angie and their son Nathen. And I guess you could count the twins, Hannah and Grace Hardcastle (Angie was pregnant). After the service we all went to my place of employment; Warrenton's own McDonald's for our impromptu reception, which was followed by a round of mini golf for Mark and I. That evening, we were treated to one night at the local Amerihost hotel by Bob and Gloria. As we left the house Bob pulled me aside and told me that he wanted a grand daughter, he had three grand sons now he wanted a little girl.
Around April of 2002 we found out that we were expecting a little bundle of joy, and that it would arrive around October 28. Mark and I were a little excited and a lot scared. Having lost my mom at the ripe old age of 12 1/2 I was questioning if I would even know how to take care of a baby, if I even knew how to be a mom. My pregnancy was one wild ride. Bob was certain from day one that he would have his grand daughter and that she would be born in November. And you know what, that man was right. Sierra-Lynn was born at 3:05 am November 1 weighing in at 9 pounds 2 ounces.
Back to before she made her appearance. Mark and I were living with his parents and unfortunately his little sister Diana was living there too. Now things between us have changed, but then, boy did she hate me. She thought that I was taking her brother away from her because he spent more time with me and less time with her. She also hated the way that her dad doted on me because I was having a baby and she couldn't compete with that. She would pick a fight daily. One time she stood behind her parents screaming that they were her parents, that my mom was dead and that I shouldn't forget that. HELLO, like I would ever in a million years forget that little fact. On another occasion, she stood at one end of the hallway while I was at the other and almost threw a phone at me. But like I said things have changed between us. We actually talk to each other like adults now. Its amazing what 4 1/2 years, her getting married and both of us having a baby will do.
Well folks, that's all for tonight. Its 10:06 p.m. and I have a busy day tomorrow. I'm going to try once again to get my little girl to learn her ABC's. If anyone has any ideas, let me know, PLEASE. And tune in for my next installment
Blessed Be
My Two Favorite People
Here's hoping that these photos show up. This is my little angel, Sierra-Lynn. She is the light of my life. Here she is dressed as Dorthy Gale for Halloween. She went through every costume that we had and decided that she just had to be Dorthy, which was fine. Her friend Lexi was
Dorthy as well. Let me tell you those outfits were not nearly as hard to make as they look.
God willing the photo is here then you will see my loving husband Mark and our little girl. He is one of those rare men out there (at least in my experience) that is actually willing to help around the house with only a little complaining on my part. And let me tell you the man can cook. Thanks in large part to me teaching him how. The other night he made a family favorite: Japanese chicken with special fried rice. It was his first attempt and boy was it good, it was almost as good as mine.
And finally a picture a me. Just know that I hate all of my pictures (I gained a little more weight than I really wanted to while I was pregnant and I am still working on losing the rest of it).
Dorthy as well. Let me tell you those outfits were not nearly as hard to make as they look.
God willing the photo is here then you will see my loving husband Mark and our little girl. He is one of those rare men out there (at least in my experience) that is actually willing to help around the house with only a little complaining on my part. And let me tell you the man can cook. Thanks in large part to me teaching him how. The other night he made a family favorite: Japanese chicken with special fried rice. It was his first attempt and boy was it good, it was almost as good as mine.
And finally a picture a me. Just know that I hate all of my pictures (I gained a little more weight than I really wanted to while I was pregnant and I am still working on losing the rest of it).
Meet the Bennetts
Hey, my name is Buffie. I am married to a wonderful man named Mark. We have been married for five years. I'm a stay at home mom to a beautiful little girl named Sierra-Lynn. She just turned 4 on the first of November. Mark works at our local Wal-mart. You may wonder what sewbjbstyle is, it is my company. BJB Style is the name and sewing is what I do.
In addition to taking care of Sierra-Lynn, I make one of a kind (okay, sometimes 2 of a kind) outfits. I specialize in children's clothing, can also do home decor, costumes, and adult clothing. And all for very reasonable rates.
In my childhood a moved from one place to another, making friends here and there. One such friend, a Juli Bradshaw, I just recently reconnected with. We have not seen each other for well over 11 years, I have been able to learn about her life through her blog. I hope reconnect with more of the people that I used to know.
Anyway, Mark and I met through a mutual friend, who turned out to be anything but a friend, in April of 2001, by June of the same year we were engaged. His parents, Bob and Gloria, were thrilled that their little boy had found someone to love. Bob even told me that he wanted a grand daughter and that he didn't care if we were married first or not. Then the traggic events of September 11, 2001 happened and we thought, why wait anything could happen at any time and moved the wedding to september 15.
For more of our story, keep reading. I have to go make my little angel something for lunch.
In addition to taking care of Sierra-Lynn, I make one of a kind (okay, sometimes 2 of a kind) outfits. I specialize in children's clothing, can also do home decor, costumes, and adult clothing. And all for very reasonable rates.
In my childhood a moved from one place to another, making friends here and there. One such friend, a Juli Bradshaw, I just recently reconnected with. We have not seen each other for well over 11 years, I have been able to learn about her life through her blog. I hope reconnect with more of the people that I used to know.
Anyway, Mark and I met through a mutual friend, who turned out to be anything but a friend, in April of 2001, by June of the same year we were engaged. His parents, Bob and Gloria, were thrilled that their little boy had found someone to love. Bob even told me that he wanted a grand daughter and that he didn't care if we were married first or not. Then the traggic events of September 11, 2001 happened and we thought, why wait anything could happen at any time and moved the wedding to september 15.
For more of our story, keep reading. I have to go make my little angel something for lunch.
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