Addi Greyce

Here's another one of Addisen. She was a little pissed in this one because the mean 'ole ultrasound man shook her to get her to move her hands from her face. She's repeatedly kicking the crap out of my bladder when this was taken! She seems to be just a stubborn as her Mommy already.

Addisen Greyce

It's Addisen sucking her thumb. She is 20 weeks and 3 days old now. She's 10 ounces and growing bigger and bigger everyday!

emotionally UN-stable

Looking back on where I've been in this life and where I plan to go, I realized, there's not a whole lot standing in my way. Well, unless you count my ever-expanding belly and the baby I'll deliver in about four months. But I don't personally consider that a "roadblock". Got me? Yea, I'm sure that will cause a minor slow down but won't necessarily put a permanent hault to my lifelong goals. It seems I've had oodles and gobs of time to sit around and think about what I want, what I need, and how I'm going to achieve these things since I left my job at the bank. Do I miss work? Hell yes. Do I want to go back right this very instant? Hell no. I'm quite content here in the present, but it just seems there is a lot of time for thinking. Even this damn blog, I could've updated it a million times already, but chose not to. I used to be able to sit down and write for hours, with no subject in mind or direction to be taken. Just write. Just relax. Nowadays, I couldn't write to save my life. I've hit a block and I don't like it. I've got all these pent up emotions and feelings screaming "LET ME OUT YOU CRAZY BITCH!!", and I can't seem to write 'em all down fast enough or even at all. Here they are, swirling around, taunting me and I can do anything but choke back the tears because I can't make 'em go away. Ok, I forsee about a million "prozac, zoloft, wellbutrin, and paxil" jokes headed my way, but I can't help it. Hell, if you are one of those "medicated" people like I used to be (No harm in being medicated!) then you know what I'm talking about. The never-ending fight for silence in your head. Even when I sleep they don't go away. I wake up still thinking about some problem or feeling. Where's your husband, you ask? HA HA!!! That's really a funny question because even when I do try and talk to him, he doesn't understand. As most men wouldn't. It's not about any one thing in particular or any one person..it's just a whole lotta EVERYTHING. Overwhelmed. Someone needs to plop my ass down in the center of group therapy, give me a pink straight-jacket, and let me just TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK!! Hell, at this point I could talk to a wall. I should probably quit while I am ahead and go cook dinner. Everyone has these problems, right? Everyone needs a hug sometimes, right? Yeah, that's what I thought.

Just Married

So, for those of you that didn't actually think I'd ever really do it (getting married that is) I DID!! January 21, 2007...Peter and I got married. The kids were the best little flower girls and ring-bearers that I'd ever seen...and nothing could have been more beautiful than the entire day. I had family come in from everywhere as well as Peter's family. The reception was great too. Cathy (the hot one on the far left) came in Sunday morning and helped out with EVERYTHING...I don't know what I would've done without her there. I'll be posting more pictures so you all can admire them. Well, atleast for those of you who actually read this thing anymore!

To My Unborn Child

Just for this morning, I am going to step over
the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.


Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes
in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of
yours together Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the
telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the
backyard and blow bubbles.


Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once,
not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the
ice cream truck and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about
what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess
every decision I have made where you are concerned.



Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me
bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to
McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.



Just for this evening, I will hold you in my
arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I
love you. Just for this evening, I will let you splash in
the tub and not get angry.



Just for this evening, I will let you stay up
late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside
you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.



Just for this evening when I run my finger
through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God
has given me the greatest gift ever given.



I will think about the mothers And fathers who
are searching for their missing children, the mothers and
fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of
their bedroom and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms
watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming
inside that they can't handle it anymore.


And when I kiss you good night I will hold you
a little tighter,
a ittle longer. It is then, that I will thank
God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more
day.............

For The Children That Won't Come Home Tonight

So, here I am last night checking Myspace (No honey, I'm not addicted) when I noticed a bulletin that another friend had posted. I clicked on it and it was for an Amber Alert about a 7 day old baby girl that had been abducted from the hospital by a "nurse". I clicked on the link following the picture and in a matter of seconds was redirected to the website for Missing and Exploited Children. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am in love with all children. Children are like a magnet to me and I love being around them. I got curious as to just how many children were missing from in and around my part of Houston and came across millions of flyers, websites, advertisements and other links for missing children. Some, just as young as the little baby girl that had started my curious little mind wandering. So, in effort to ease my mind and emotions, I did the only possible thing I could do to help these parents and these organizations, I clicked the "Contribute Here" button and made a hefty little donation. The Center for Missing and Exploited Children helps find missing children and return them safely to their parents everyday with the help of other individuals, just like myself, whose curiousity is turned on by a simple bulletin on another website not even directly connected with them. Now, I know we can't just pack up and head out on a child huntin' spree, but we can contribute to these wonderful organizations that have the man-power and the resources to do just that. At the bottom of this post is a link to the same organization that I contributed to, and I ask all of you with children to do the same. I know we all have bills to pay and our own children to feed, clothe, and support, but ask yourself "What if my child was missing?" I know you would want the same support that this organization offers. So, even if it's just one dollar or five, it's the little things that count! God bless the children that have been ripped from their families and help return them home safe.

Here is the link that I was talking about, just click it and I'll leave the rest to you!

Step-Mommy Needs a Day Off

The kids have been home since Wednesday evening, along with Peter. At first, I was extremely happy to see them, and I missed the hell outta all three of them. After all, they are adorable. BUT that wore off quicker than cheap perfume on a hooker. I am SO ready for a day off, I'm about to pull my hair out. My feet hurt, my head is pounding (not sure if that is from the kids or the beers!) and I wanna scream. We usually only have the kids on the weekend, and that's all fine and dandy, but some issues have come up with their "mother" (imagine that) and we will have them for the next week. They will go to their Mother's on Saturday morning and we'll pick them up Sunday evening. She is having some kind of problem with some sort of shit, that the kids can't stay at the house, so it would be "a tremendous help to her if we could keep them for the week", her words, not mine. Fine, we're not going to tell her No. They are our kids for God's sake, but at the same time, she gets to run around for the last two weeks, no kids and responsibility free while we, ok I, get up at seven every morning do breakfast, clothes, hair, and teeth and then school. We must've shopped for 3 hours today for freakin' school supplies. I'm not regretting what I've got myself into AT ALL...I love the kids like they were my own, and I love Peter just as much. It is just going to be a rough road for the next couple of months. So, for tonight...the kids have been detoured to Peter for all their wants and needs, I've grabbed a beer, and I'm heading to the ONE spot in this house the kids are NOT ALLOWED...yep, you guessed it....that picture right there! Don't call me, cause I'm officially off duty for the evening.

Step-Mommy's Week Off

For the most part life around the Lance residence has been quite uneventful. With the exception of the ever-present ex-wife, that is. I'm glad we only have to deal with her on the weekends, and for the most part, she's OK. Now, don't get me wrong, she's not my best friend by any means, but I do have to play the happy little step-mommy role until the day comes when we have full custody of the kids and I can slam my door in her face. I must say Friday was a very stressful and eventful day. For all you parents out there, you know that the last week of July means summer is over, and it's time to get your butt in gear with school registrations, school supply-gettin', and the wonderful task of shopping for new clothes. I've considered myself lucky up until this point, because I didn't have to do any of that. Now, as my role of happy "house-wife" and "step-mommy dearest" seem to be increasing everyday, I find myself browsing our local Kohl's for good deals and clothes the kids won't easily wear out. I'm a master now of dodging other shoppers, finding great deals, and just barely getting to the check -out line before that lady with 6 kids in tow, 3 shopping carts, and an attitude from hell slips in and wants to know "How long is this sale going on?", as the poor under-paid teen checking her out rolls her eyes, pops her gum loudly, and proclaims "I don't know, I just work here." I know I am only 19 myself, 20 within a few short weeks, but I have the maturity level of a 30 year old. Don't believe me? Ask my Mommy. Either way, as long as the kids are happy, I don't have to shop anymore, and Grama will pick up the rest, I'm happy. So, here's a picture of the two little gremlins, and I hope they are having lots of fun with their Daddy in Minnesota.

The House I Call a Home

From day one, Peter and I have made decisions together, side-by-side, from the start. Just last week we talked about putting tile throughout the entire house, and even picked out which tile we wanted. Today, after a rather disturbing and eye-opening conversation with Clay's teacher, Peter decided to start ripping up the carpet in the back hallway. Did he ask or inform me of his intentions? No. Am I upset about it? A little. I left to go get coffee, and was gone a total of twenty minutes. When I returned, the carpet had been completely ripped up and there is nothing but cement in it's place. Bare floor. That's it. My first thought was, "Oh my god, the kids will be here tomorrow and be walking on these bare, cement floors." I knew why he has all of the sudden decided to do this. He's compensating for not being able to fix his youngest child. Clay has some emotional issues that need to be worked out, and Peter is at a loss as to what to do about them. We've decided to have Clay start seeing a therapist to start working out his anger issues. I know Peter feels like he can't fix Clay, so he has to fix the house. An even trade-off? Not particularly, but it makes him feel better. I know we've both got a long way to go with working out issues among ourselves, our relationship, and our children. Are the children mine biologically? No. Are they mine because I am with their father? Yes. I knew when Peter and I got together, the children were included. I love the kids to death, and I love them like they were mine. I want the best for them, and I don't like not being able to help Clay overcome whatever it is that is bothering him and causing so much anger within him. I know he's only three, and not quite old enough or mature enough to express himself in a healthy, violence free way, but at this point, if we don't do something soon, he is going to be kicked out of daycare. Do I want our three year old being kicked out of a prestigous daycare? No. I feel as if I am torn between the two. On one hand, he isn't my child and maybe I shouldn't be worried about him, but on the other hand, Peter and I make decisions together and Peter asks me daily about what I think. We, as a family, need to help Clay. Clay needs a very stuctured, disciplined enviroment where he can learn, and express himself freely. The answer to that, you ask? Anger management. I am willing to bet my life that Clay is emotionally devastated by Peter and his mother's divorce. He doesn't know how to talk about it, so he resorts to hitting and temper tantrums when he is upset. We'll see how everything turns out. All in all, Clay is a great kid. He's loving, and very smart. Wish me luck.....

Shhh....The Kids Are Sleeping........

Ok, so now that dinner has been eaten, bubble baths taken, pajamas put on, and two very energetic rugrats have been laid side by side to watch Lemony Snickets: A Series of Unfortunate Events, I find the time now to relay my day to you. Since this morning I've been unpacking boxes, putting my kitchen together (which looks very good), and hanging various pictures and knick-knacks around this 2,987 square foot home of mine. It is all coming together quite well. We decided this afternoon to rip up the carpet in the back of the house and lay tile throughout all of it. Maybe we'll leave the carpet in the kids rooms, not sure yet. I still need to get the curtains picked out and put up in my room and the kitchen needs some curtains hella bad. I'm just so damn worn out already. The kids have to be up early so their Mother can pick them up for church, and after that you can bet your sweet ass I'll be crawling back into bed to enjoy the rest of my lazy kid-free day. I don't hate having the kids here, I love their laughter and running around like a loon in the backyard with them. I hate the sore knee, back, and feet for three days after they are here. The seven-thirty alarm shouldn't be too bad since I've already laid the kids' clothes out, and all I have to do is Ally's hair and Clay's too. Breakfast should be easy enough since cereal is just about the only thing they'll eat that early. Well, it's 9:45 and I need a long, hot bath and my soft bed. Until next time....

The Mothering Side of Me

For those of you that know me, also know that my boyfriend has two kids. Ally and Clay come here on the weekends, and I'm forced to throw on the "adult face" and be another authority figure to them. Now, don't get me wrong, I like doing it. We went outside and played last night in the backyard, and I got all of my frustrations out by throwing a big exercise ball at their heads. Did it hurt them? No. Were they laughing and begging me to keep doing it? Yes. It must have been the funniest thing in the world to all of us, because by the time we got in, my stomach hurt from all the laughing. As soon as we came in, it was bath time. I started their bath water and commenced to chasing them around the house to get them in the tub. Peter just sat back and watched, as he generally does. I really enjoy doing the whole motherly-thing, but by the time Sunday rolls around and the kids are on their way back to their Mother's house, I'm praying for her to show up. Is that wrong? No. They aren't my kids, but I treat them as if they were. I guess I'm just a little too into my "Meghan-time". We got up this morning and Peter decided he was going to take the kids to Denny's, because that is their absolute favorite restaurant. I am going to sit this one out. The kids need some one-on-one Daddy-time, and I was just as content watching t.v., or sitting here typing my latest happenings to all of you. I got up and made sure the kids' clothes matched and put Ally's hair up, and then watched with great joy as the three of them walked out of the door. Yes, alone at last, and the only thing I hear is the hum of my tower and Mr. Big in the background singing about how much he wants to be the next to be with me. Life here in suburban hell couldn't be much sweeter at the moment. The dogs are, for once, being quiet and the cat is content as well sitting on the table beside me. My life, it looks like, has turned into that of a happily-married thirty year old woman. Well, with the hot body of a nineteen year old. Its not that bad, afterall. My Saturday morning has been turned into re-runs of Bill and Mandy on ToonDisney, with the promise of a full marathon of Lilo and Stitch following. The kids have returned from their breakfast with Peter, and Clay, the youngest, has resolved himself to torturing the cat. Excuse me folks, while I, for the millionth time today, remind Clay why it is not nice to pull the cat's tail or try and put her in the the pantry. More from SurburbiaHell later...after the kids have eaten dinner and taken baths, and it's "Meghan-time" all over again.

April 26, 2006

As I sit here watching on of those sappy-ass-why-me Lifetime movies that we all seem to be stuck on from time to time, I began to wonder what exactly love is. Is love necessarily limited to one man and one woman? Is it limited to one certain race? Does love exsist outside of this planet? Is love ultimately bound by the human race? I've heard of love hurting, and I've experienced enough for all of us, but what exactly is that drive, the need, the want for love? For companionship, the trust that we so desperately seek out from the opposite sex? Time after time we get hurt, yet we pick ourselves up and eventually start searching for the next suitor. Maybe its the never-ending, ever-present need to be needed, want to be wanted, and the hope that someone else out there in this very same spherical world, somebody is searching for the same, exact characteristics in a person. We invest great time and effort into one person when we feel such a person is worthy of that time and energy. We give one hundred percent of ourselves, and our heart, trust and loyalty; in return, we expect the same. When those feelings are returned, that connection is one of the most magical and happiest times in ones life. More often than not, two people hardly ever have that moment and get to share it forever.

April 25, 2006

It seems all I seem to write in here these days is shit about my past, relationships, and the stress of my job. I cried for 2 hours straight yesterday; and I still could not tell you why. Well, I can half-ass explain it. I found out that Josh's new girlfriend is pregnant. I have this overwhelming sense of betrayal, loss, and regret. A part of me wants to be in her shoes, but a bigger part of me remembers what a fuck-up he is. There are so many things I miss from our relationship, but these things are not something that someone else couldn't provide. I can clearly recall three past relationships, after Josh, that I have purposely wrecked in hopes of his coming back. Will he ever come back? I hope not. Do I want him back? Yeah, like I want a gaping hole in my head. I won't deny missing him from time to time, but I've yet to figure out if its him I miss, or the companionship. I am almost one hundred percent positive that it's the companionship. The hardest thing was having to adjust to a brand new apartment, job, and bills all of the sudden with nobody to share it all with: and being with someone so long, and waking up beside that person everyday, and then one day realizing they aren't there. They aren't going to be there. Three years was a big chunk of my life, and everyone knows that you don't get time back. I honestly believe that my biggest regret is the wasted time. I could've done so much, and had so much more if things had turned out differently. If I knew then, what I know now, things would be extremely different. Even after Josh, once I started talking to Shanon, he was the most perfect man I'd ever met. Or so I thought at the time. Compared to Josh, he was a saint. He did and would do anything for me. I, being the commit-a-phobe that I am, blew that. We lost touch and by the time we got back in touch, it was too late for either of us to do anything about it. He's got a baby on the way, with a girl he doesn't like and I'm not going to put myself in a situation thats bound to cause all parties involved, heartache. It's not fair to either one of us for him to be running back and forth between us. I sent him a text message today and told him that I'd leave him alone, and if he ever needed anything that I'd be here for him. This place is way too small for us not to run into each other somewhere down the road. Especially since we have mutual friends. I guess everything will work out in the end and I just need to quit worrying about it. Something has got to give sooner or later. Hopefully, sooner than later.

April 24, 2006

The stress and bullshit from this past week has been unreal. It seems that more and more these days I'm doing more crying than smiling. I'm tired of forcing a smile because crying shows some kind of weakness. I put on some big charade of happiness and stability when in all reality, I'm more broken down than I've ever been. I'm so tired of feeling like shit all thie time. I wanna be back to the "old Meghan", if there is such a thing. I don't want to take a pill for the rest of my life. What can't life be as simple as it was when I was younger? Where did all this stress and bullshit come from?

So Low

I can't stop myself from writing
All these sad poems about you
All I recall is the endless fighting
And the simple things you could not do

Sometimes your memory gets me down
I let myself get upset and blue
I remember your endless nights on the town
And wanting, more than anything, to strangle you

Most days I don't recall
Even the sound of your voice
In my mind I put up a wall
Behind it being my final choice

The choice for you to leave me
To pack your shit and go
Together we just weren't meant to be
You made me feel so low.

Someway, Somehow

The hardest thing I've ever done
The hardest thing I'll ever have to do
Was to realize that you're not the one
And I turned my back on loving you

The way you walked out of my door
The tears falling off my face
Made me realize what love is for
And someone would one day take your place

The silence of my house at night
The unsure step of my heart
Someday I'll get this love thing right
Somehow we'll never be apart

The passion in our kisses
The sweetness in your voice
That's what this girl misses
But your leaving was my choice

The cold and empty stare
The silence of my phone
I realize you're no longer there
I chose to be left all alone.

The Philosophical Side of Me

Frome the day we are born we strive, and search for love. The meaning, the value, and the worth. Perhaps love is the most mysterious feeling and emotion that corses through our entire being. The more we try to figure love out, the more we get lost in its mystery. Some people search their entire lives for one special person to share the rest of their life with. In most instances, only a "filler" will do. A filler is someone we care for, and would do most anything for, but settle for in hopes of finding someone better. "I love you," has become the most tossed around phrase in the world. Hearing those three little words can someone the happiest they have ever been. They feel as if they can do anything, knowing that they have the love and support of another human being. True love is the most wanted and sought after emotion in this entire human race. The companionship, the stability, the truth of it all. I sit here trying my hardest to explain the meaning of love, yet I find myself at a loss for words. I have experienced, many times, the loss of love from someone I cared deeply about. The one person in this world that I would do anything for, other than my family, I kicked out a year and two months ago. Am I still dealing with this? Yes. Did he cause more hurt than love? Yes. Did he piss me off so much I ran his head through the wall? Yes. Was it the hardest thing I'd ever done, kicking him out of the house we shared for so long? I don't know. A year ago if you would have asked me these questions, all I would've said was, "I want him back. I want us back." Today, a year of healing and answered questions later, I can say, honestly, I don't want him back. I know while we were together it was fun, it was fast and it was a hell of a way to learn about love. These days, we've gone our seperate way, and I'm thankful to him for those years of learning, and mistakes. Would I have done some things differenty? Yes. I can't sit here and say that I wouldn't never gotten with him, because he taught me a lot about myself, himself, and us. We learned from some pretty stupid mistakes and lost some dear friends along the way. I never want to go through that again. But, today I know I am stronger for having to go through it, and experience all that I've done. A good friend of mine, once said, "Sister, you're almost twenty years old and been through more than I have at 43." Yes, I have. I've seen things most adults have never seen. Other than your average mortuary worker, or paramedic. To an average everyday adult, I've seen more. Am I bragging? No. I never, for the rest of my life, want to go back and re-live those three years with Josh. They were the hardest and most trying times, I'd seen at that point. Will I go through more? Hell yeah. I'm way too wise for my age, and if I had it to do all over again, I'd go back and just be a kid again. I had to grow up way too fast, and be and adult way too early. Do I blame my parents? Not entirely. I'm thankful for their lessons, and teaching me to adapt to grown up situations. At nineteen, I've probably made more life altering decisions than most nineteen year olds. I've made more money than any nineteen year old I know. I've made some pretty stupid decision on my own, and caused a lot of people, irrepairable hurt. Would I change that? No. We are who we are today, from the people we've encountered in the past, and the situations we've learned to deal with. I hate being nineteen, and feeling like I'm thirty. But, at this point I wouldn't have it any other way. I've got someone that loves me more than words can say, and I'm thankful for that each and everyday. Together, we haven't been through a lot, but I know we will. I know we'll come out of it stronger together, than when we went into it. It's kind of nice to know I can depend on him to be the person I need him to be. I no longer have to think for another human being, and make decisions for someone else. Now the only decision I have to make is what to cook for dinner, and what to wear. Last week, I watched my home burn down. That is something most will never see. That is something you're never supposed to do. That is something that you only see on t.v. right? That's what I thought, too. Some little girl decided to light some paper on fire and throw it on the mattress. By the time she woke her parents up, there was only enough time to get everyone out of the house, and wake the neighbors up. As we stood, all of us speechless, and watched our hardwork, belongings, and lives go up in flames, the only thing we could do was cry. The firemen showed up, put the fire out, and walked us each through what was left of our lives. Thankfully, nobody was hurt. A life is something you can't replace. Pictures, furniture, and clothes are. Have I gotten everything replaced? No. Will I? Sure, in time. I was already in the process of moving anyway, and most of my stuff was either boxed up or already moved. I lost my furniture and other personal things, but I have my life. I have a great boyfriend, a beautiful home, and two adorable step-kids. ( I guess you could call them) They are his kids, but since we are together, they might as well be mine too. I'm thankful for the chance to be apart of all of their lives, and Peter never misses a chance to tell me how much he loves me, and how lucky he is to have me in his life. I guess this is what I've been waiting on, or searching for rather. Maybe miracles do happen, and dreams do come true. It just takes a series of unfortunate events, to create the beginning of a worthwhile journey. So, next time what seems to be a series of unfortunate events, look closely, it might just be the beginning of a beautiful adventure and the beginning of another chapter in your life.

These Blues

Excuses for the answers that you lack
Leaving me barely hanging on
Are you never coming back?
You can't be really gone

Tears on the pillow make me lonely
Rain pours down outside
I see me leaving you slowly
Emotions I can no longer hide

The way we'll never be
Kills me seeing you around
I know you don't deserve me
But I'm searching for answers unfound

His memory keeps on keeping me awake
For the life of me, I don't understand
Why I still feel my heart break
Everytime he takes my hand

This empty house feels so cold
As I search for hidden clues
I need something of yours to hold
Something to help me shake these blues.

Smile, Eventhough Your Heart is Breaking

The pleading of a heart
The passing of a car
I remember why we're apart
And why you are the way you are

A truck that looks like yours
Something clicks in my head
As I walk through my front door
I'm suddenly filled with dread

The constant screaming match
Phones slammed into walls
Just like an itch I can't scratch
I feel tossed aside like a ragdoll

We all drink to forget
Some of us more that most
When the reality of life sets in
And the fires of hell feel too close

Wanting someone to listen more than anything
Needing a reassuring touch
Scream out loud, someone's listening
Eventhough it doesn't seem like much

Feeling at your wits end
Just wanting to sleep
Some people just don't blend
It's not a reason to weep

Pick your head up and smile
Tomorrow is full of promise
Everything is worthwhile
Even if it's not full of bliss.

Turn To

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the lights are all red up ahead
A million things I need to say
A million things I should've said

Slowly moving inches forward
My foot tapping on the brakes
I need to be reassured
I've had all that I can take

Pleading with God above
Please send me some relief
When push comes to shove
It all comes down to belief

The loss of a loved one
We see our breaking point clearly
But look closely at what's been done
It's not about loving someone dearly

It's about an unexplainable power
Miracles that do come true
When you're in your darkest hour
Who do you usually turn to?