Transparency

I am feeling like I need to be transparent here, like this is the place were I can be; because in life you can't always say what you really think.  I feel like here I can.  A good example is my facebook account, I can't ever really say what I want because if I did I probably would not have any friends.  I have some personality flaws, and one too many times have said exactly what I thought and that has gotten me in some big trouble. 

I am not sure why I am saying all this but I guess this a "safe" place for my mostly because only one friend knows I blog and she would never judge me.  (Love you Renee) 

We got a killer ice storm, D did not even make it to work today.  We got a call at 1230 am from D's mom, we were fast asleep and the phone scared the poo out of me.  I answered and she told me she was stuck in her car in the parking lot at work, could D come get her?  Okay so a little background info is needed here.  D's mom has almost a non exsistant relationship with D or Isaiah, and does not really care for me.  Why?  Because I don't sugar coat for her, nor do I for anyone else.  Again, personality flaw.  It's me, and I am working on it.  Anyway, it always seems she only calls when she needs something i.e. money, car is broken, ect.   Now I am not complaining about her relationship with D however I do have a problem with her only having a relationship with her other grandkids.  Also, I have a problem when she sends me racial jokes, I have not said it here before but my son is black.  D and I are white.  I have a huge issue with racial slurs and jokes.  Anyway, D talked to her, got out of bed with freezing rain hitting out windows and got dressed and headed out the door.  When he got in his truck he could not get out of the drive, and called to tell her he was stuck too.  I guess she made it home, but we had to call her to make sure, she didn't bother to call us.  So we finally got back to bed at 2am and D had to work at 5 so he called and told them he could not get out of the drive, he was not coming in.

Today D shoveled us out, and we went to town to file our taxes.  We also went to Sam's club and then came home and had dinner.  Isaiah is doing good, honery as ever, but boy do I love him.  Next time I am going to talk about our going with a new agency for fostering.  Goodnight!