Epic Troll.

Now if you are on my Facebook you probably know what this was all about.  If you don't reading it would probably explain the whole thing.  But lets go into detail anyways because I need to work on my story telling anyways. 

So a few days ago I announced to everyone on Facebook that I was 5 weeks pregnant.  And everyone believed me.  It was, to say the least, freaking HILARIOUS.   Because if you know me, you would have heard me rant on and on about how I do not want any more children at the moment.  Maybe in a few years if I'm really up for it.  Probably around the age where normal people have children. Ha! And my birth control isn't up for another two years anyways so why freaking pull that shit out!?  

Well anyways, today I posted this lovely photo on Facebook and then the even more hilarious part began.  Most of my friends thought it was funny...actually all of them did.  There were a few people on Cameron's side that apparently have no sense of humor and took offense.  Why people were offended I have no idea.  Because us being pregnant affect the whole world....apparently.  

Anyways.  This whole prank started out innocently enough....at first it was supposed to be a fake break-up.  (The whole pranking our friend's was Cameron's idea.)  Well.....Like everything I do, I had to take it to the next level and say we should do a fake pregnancy.  Yup....that part was totally my idea.

Mostly because I thought it would be a lot more believable than a break-up.  Because honestly we are perfect for each other so why would we break-up? Lol! ;) Just Kidding. Kind of anyways. We are perfect. Period. And....Everyone seems to be getting pregnant now days. So that's two points.

All in all it was an awesome prank.  And we trolled the fuck out of you people.  Hope you enjoyed that bit of mind fuck.  But you know what they say....

A couple that trolls together....Stays together. 

Love you Baby!  

Unicorns and Rainbows and Shit.

I fucking love unicorns.  Yeah....just thought I throw that out there.  And cookies. I fucking love cookies.  I wish I could bake better so I could make a shit ton of fucking cookies.  And then I could create a unicorn cookie.  Something along the lines of sugar cookies with like Skittles in it.

Because you know, unicorns and rainbows go hand and hand.  And I bet if you eat enough rainbow type stuff you could probably see real life unicorns.  And yes.  Unicorns fucking exist.  No joke.  They do.

That's what I want for Christmas.  A real life unicorn and a easy bake oven. Yeah buddy.....

Random maybe? I think YES!

Happiness.

There have been so many things that could give me a reason to just give up, crawl under the covers, and forget about life.  I think maybe two or three months ago I probably would have.  But I find it very hard to be upset about anything for too long.....with a few exceptions of course.

But I think what I am getting at is that I feel so happy now.  It's kind of an odd feeling after feeling so sad and angry for so long that happiness is like a strange new drug and I'm just barely getting used to it's side effects.

I feel like I'm constantly on air. Always a smile, always a laugh.  And its a pretty damn good feeling.

All I know is that I really like this Stephanie that has decided to come out and play.   All  those other Stephanie can just stay dormant.  No one wants to deal with them. Ha!

Clean Slate.

I think it is funny how everyone thinks I am the hostile one when it came the the break up between me and the ex.  Okay, so maybe not everyone but there are a few out there. Anyways...in truth, I am only hostile because he's the idiot that likes to run his mouth in front of the children.

In short.  He said some really fucked up shit and my boy reported it back to me.  Poor child had no idea that what was said was going to make me very upset.  I actually had to just go outside and calm down because I was so angry.  

What he said you ask?? Something along the lines of .....

"If Stephanie needs money, she should just ask her boyfriend."

Okay....First off.  The only reason I ever ask your sorry ass for any help is well because I have the kids full time you jackass. I'm pretty sure they eat....and need new clothes...and fuck...they're kids. Kids cost money.  I'm sorry.  If you didn't want this responsibility then maybe you should have learned to pull out!

Second.  It is not the responsibility of my boyfriend to take care of your kids.  But you know what, flat out, he is a much better father than you will ever be.  Period.

............  (-_-)*

I have a lot of pent up anger on this subject.  It just makes me very angry because you don't say that kind of stuff to or around you child.  They are already having a hard enough time with this change without you being a complete ass about things.  So why don't you just shut it and fucking get over it and be a fucking role model to your son.  

But you know what.  That was the final straw.  Memories of whatever happy times we had together is gone.  I was going to keep those things because I thought it would be nice for the kids when they got older....but you know.  Why hold on to a lie?  

Time to clean my fucking slate of you...for good this time.

Conversations.

Ever just lay there and talk to someone to love until you realize that the night is gone and it's time to get ready for work? Yup. That would be me. =]

Sometimes the conversation can be about something, other times its just about nothing. But that is what makes it so perfect.  Beyond sweet nothings. <3

 I swear, there is not enough time in the day or the night. Time just moves much to quickly when I'm with him. And much to slowly without him.

Fun Times in July!

July is a very busy time for me.  Reasons why I haven't posted too much lately.  But I wanted to take some time to say happy birthday to both of my kids.

July 4, 2006
Christopher-Derek Aurin Rzepkowski was born on Independence Day.  And a very independent boy he is.  I love him with all my heart and he is my right hand man.  Yes he can be annoying, rowdy, obnoxiousness, loud, violent, and just plain rude.  But he is my son.  And no matter what shades of color you may have I will love you.  So much has changed in his life recently and I'm happy to see that he is slowly adjusting to the change.  Remember little boy, Mommy will always put you first before anything else.  What I do, I do for you because I want you to have many things in your life as well as a better future than mine.  Make great choices and learn from your mistakes.

July 8, 2009
Elizabeth-Paige Airilyn Rzepkowski, my problem child.  And when I say problem I mean that her pregnancy was more difficult than Chris'.  She had a harder time coming into this world but she made it in happy and healthy.  Every person she comes in contact will can't help but just fall in love with her.  She has a wonderful personality that will just brighten up the more darkest days.  She is my singer, my dancer, my pretty little girl.  My advice to you, never let anyone put you down.  You are beautiful inside and out.  Follow whatever dreams you have in life.  Because no matter how unrealistic it may be I will always be by your side.

I have been blessed with two very talented and just plain wonderful children.  I can't wait to see them grow up into their own.   They are my reasons for breathing, living, succeeding.  They are my everything.   So Happy Birthday to the both of you.  I Love You!  

One Step Forward. Two Steps Back.

Ever have that feeling where you know your going forward, yet you still feel like your going back?

That's how I've been feeling with today.  About a few things really.

Mostly it's work.  I know I work hard.  And supposedly so do other people.  But when it boils down to it.  I am not where I need to be.  It's been a year since I've transferred and I should be the freaking all star.  Better than everyone else times ten.  But I'm not. And it really bugs me.

I'm still too slow. I forget things.  And I should be a lot stronger physically so I can be faster.  But I'm not.  No matter how much sleep I get.  And it seems like the less sleep I get the better my performance is. Weird right?  I function much better on 3 hours than I do with 8.

But anyways.  I know I've worked my ass off these past few months because of this stupid new program that has implemented and all I ask is for one particular day off.  And what happens? I don't get it.  It's retarded and unfair.  Since all the other guys get whatever day off they want yet I'm stuck having to work on both my kid's birthdays.

Hard work apparently doesn't pay off.  I wish I could find something different with the same benefits.  But that's unlikely and very shitty.  But I guess I just have to stick it out like I always do.  Girls gotta eat. And I eat a lot.  No joke.  It's gross.

I don't know.  I hate having to deal with these up and down emotions I have with my job.  I really do love the place I work at and the people I work with but sometimes enough is enough.  I need a god damn break and its stupid that I'm never given that.

I am annoyed to the max.  But life goes on.  I guess.