I wrote this post 2 years ago, but I’m going to repost it today because something that happened to Isabel yesterday reminded me of it:

Originally posted August 10, 2007:

Tonite I had a case of deja vu. (Say that like Sloth saying “BA-BY RUUUUTH.”) My butt was kicked clear back to a basketball tournament in the 8th grade. At the tournament I was hyper and acting like a goofy 13 year old I’m sure. I was all sweaty and what not, too. I asked a boy- I think he was from another school- a question. I don’t remember what is was. But I do remember his answer. He just looked at me and said, “Man, you are ugly.” I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I think my brilliant comeback was, “No I’m not!!” (Yeah. Good one Tori. “That’s what you are but what am I??? LOSER!!)

Well, tonite Tristan called from his youth activity asking me to bring his scout shirt. We had been out all evening and just dropped him off for scouts without it. I threw on my flip flops and my Longhorn hat and cruised up to the church. When I got there 3 boys ranging in ages probably 12-14 were riding around in the parking lot on their bikes. When I got out of the car I clearly heard one boy say, “Holy cow! She is uuuuugly!!” I assumed they were talking about someone else because I’m so hawt! Then I heard another say, “Yeah she is! Whoa.” I looked around and didn’t see any other person, let alone female, in the near vacinity. They were talking about me. I just ignored them and ran the shirt in. When I came back outside one of the punks was parked close to my Yukon. He full on stared at me and then rode around to his friends while he said, really loudly, “Man, beyond ugly!!” I was stunned. I couldn’t think of one smart-a$$ comment to throw back at him- and that’s rare for me. I’m full of smart-a$$ comments! Where was ElasticWaistbandLady when I need her??? I just got in my car and backed out full speed hoping one of the buttheads was just a little too close to my bumper. Then I could jump out when he’s face down on the ground, 1/2 his face torn off, bleeding profusely and yell, “Who’s ugly now?!? Bawahahahaha!!”

I drove home and was totally surprised by how I felt. I felt like crying. Why? Like I give a crap what some pre-pubescent kid thinks about me. Why was he looking at an old lady anyway?? Weirdo. But apparently I did care. I don’t know why. Maybe because I have a 12 year old and I don’t want to be one of those ugly, frumpy, embarrassing moms. Or maybe because I don’t want anyone to think I’m ugly. I don’t know. But it hurt my feelings. Stupid, I know. And I’m 1/2 joking as I type this. But, dude. What is up with obnoxious, rude kids?? Those boys are the ones that will have girls starving themselves or worse because some butthead told them they’re ugly. It makes me mad. And it makes me think I should have aimed better when I backed out.
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Now for what happened to trigger my memory of that old post…. Yesterday Isabel got off the bus after school and she told me, “When I was getting off a boy told me that pretty people go first, so he let me go in front of him. But then I heard someone say ‘Yeah, if you get rid of the bucked teeth and glasses…” She didn’t know who said it because they were behind her. It just broke my heart to hear that. Here she is, my 10 year old beautiful girl, and these jerk kids with no manners or consideration for other’s feelings, broke her heart. I wanted to punch the twerp in the face! Girls are so sensitive at that age anyway, but to have kids make fun of something you’re already sensitive about… makes me so sad. Isabel is beautiful- even with her overbite and glasses and I hate that I wasn’t there to kick some butt and take some names. SEE- she’s beautiful: 

So, to that rude, rude kid: You get a Tad Award. What’s that you ask? It’s an award I made up that I give out to jerks. Rude people. Lame people. You.

• “16 & Pregnant“: No, I’m not 16. And HELL NO, I’m not pregnant. “16  & Pregnant” is a new show on MTV. I’ve watched it a few times and I so DO NOT see the point of this show. Idk if they are trying to show kids how tough it is if you get knocked up or to glorify it and make being the next couple on the show a goal?? The episode I watched tonite the couple were thinking about adoption. The 16 year old boy’s dad told him that basically he thinks if they give the baby up for adoption he will always think his son didn’t “man up.” Maybe that’s because he’s NOT a man. He’s 16. And I’m not bashing on teen parents. I mean, hello, I wasn’t even 19 when I had Tristan. Maybe THAT is why I think this show is stupid. I was a young, teen mom… And for the record- I bawled watching this episode. The couple gave their baby up for adoption. The boy was crying right after the birth, holding his girl friend and telling her he loves her so much, they’re doing it for their baby, they can make it thru the adoption, etc… They were the most mature couple I’ve seen.  (And what’s with these girls fitting into their skinny jeans without exercise, diet, weight loss pills, nada?!??!)
• Recycled baby names: Today Isabel told me that her stepmom told her that if they (my ex & her) ever have a baby they will name it _____. I almost spit my Diet DP out. The name was a name on my list when I was pregnant with Isabel. I don’t care for ME. I’m never gonna use that name. In fact, I would never have even suggested it to use for Taj or Liv. Hello- it was a name on my baby name list with my EX-husband. That would just be weird. I wouldn’t want to name Taj or Liv a name that Sei and his ex had on a list for the twins. I feel bad for Isabel’s stepmom because I’m sure she doesn’t know it was on my list. I’M the one that came up with the name because I liked it on a mafia movie. Part of me hopes she finds out before (if) she has a baby and then Vengeful Tori thinks it’s kinda funny and would rather it come out after the birth certificate… Don’t y’all think that’s weird and kinda lame of him?
• Freakin’ Sunkist: I bought Livie a Sunkist like 3 days ago. I assumed she had finished drinking it. Welp, apparently not. Today one of the babies I watch found it and spilled it all over the carpet. Livie had put it in her toy kitchen and this kid found it. This baby has broke, ruined, stained… more things in our house this past year than my 7 kids combined. It’s very frustrating. And he poops atleast 3 times a day. Please shoot me.

What’s bugged you this week???

First of all… let me remind y’all to go enter my giveaway for a new blog header by Stitchblade Designs. Go on… I’ll wait…

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Ok thanks.   Today I am stepping back up on my SOAPBOX to discuss something. I’ve been SUPAH bugged all week because of a few groups I found on Facebook.  But they deserve a lot more than a Tad Award, so I’m just gonna gripe about them. The groups are called “F**k the Police.”  Except it didn’t have the **. Ok, seriously?? These groups are all about how police suck and how they should all die, etc… And what made me laugh is that most of the people commented where whining about getting a ticket. Um… Ok?? But the groups alone aren’t what got me. There were links people had posted to youtube to videos of police brutality.  Some of the videos were bad. I admit it: There are some total jacka$$es that are cops and they are on a total power trip. There are others that get caught up in the moment of getting a total BAD GUY off the street and they don’t follow correct procedures. Yes- crap like that happens. BUT IT IS RARE. More often than not you are only seeing one side of the story. But whatev. There was a comment a $&#^@*&^  on one of these videos that had me in tears. I’m sure y’all have noticed, but I LOVE my husband. I do. He is awesome. He’s my hero.   So when I read this comment, I lost it. This loser said, “Hey kids, do something with your life: KILL A COP.  Oh, and make sure it’s one with a family.”  Speech.less. I know the person who wrote that was an absolute idiot, but still. SERIOUSLY!!?!???  Sei told me “Don’t let it get to you.” Um, ok. So… I’ve done what I can. I joined a few groups on FB like “Remove F**k the Police from Facebook” and reported a few of those bad pages, etc… Idk if it’ll do anything, but atleast I feel like I did something. “Don’t let it get to you.” PFFT! Too late.

I am now stepping off my SOAPBOX and opening the floor to you.  What has REALLY been bugging you lately??  Step on up on the soapbox and get it off your chest.

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1st thought-
Yesssssssssssss. Jacob is lookin’ all hot with short hair and a ripped chest. I think I can lust and not feel TOTALLY like a dirty old lady. (Maybe a lil, but that’s ok…)

2nd thought-
WTH?!?! This was WRONG on so many different levels. Eminem should sue- and I don’t even like Eminem. I’m sorry, you don’t stick your buttcrack in someone’s face like that. He deserved to get his a$$ kicked. Seriously. I didn’t laugh at.all. It was wrong and disturbed me. A lot. Maybe I’ll sue…

3rd thought-
The host, Adam Samberg, wasn’t very funny.

The end.

There are 5 kids in my family. I always consider myself the middle child even though I am technically the 2nd child. “Why?” you ask. Well, because my brother, the 4th kid, wasn’t born until I was 10. That’s a long time to spend in the middle of 2 other girls. And then the 5th child wasn’t born until I was almost 18. So, yeah… I was the “middle child” long enough to get warped. This what I found off a birth order website regarding the middle child of 3:

* Has neither rights of oldest nor privileges of youngest.
* Feels life is unfair.
* Feels unloved, left out, “squeezed.”
* Feels doesn’t have place in family.
* Becomes discouraged and “problem child” or elevates self by pushing down other siblings.
* Is adaptable.
* Learns to deal with both oldest and youngest sibling.

And this is what is says for the 2nd child:

* Never has parents’ undivided attention.
* Always has sibling ahead who’s more advanced.
* Acts as if in race, trying to catch up or overtake first child. If first child is “good,” second may become “bad.” Develops abilities first child doesn’t exhibit. If first child successful, may feel uncertain of self and abilities.
* May be rebel.
* Often doesn’t like position.
* Feels “squeezed” if third child is born.
* May push down other siblings

Hmm…. yep. Sounds pretty right on to me. I’m not sure *why* it works out that way, but it does. Maybe it’s because back when I was born there weren’t cool things like camcorders so unlike with my little sister- my first 3 years aren’t all on tape!! And I think it may have been different if my older sister was a boy, etc… I think that makes a difference. You should go check out that site and see if it matches up with your birth order.

I don’t think anyone did anything to make me feel “squeezed” or turn me into a “rebel.” I was born with a rebellious streak, I think, but I don’t think that’s handed out just because I was the 2nd child. And I think that streak can be a blessing as much as it has been a curse. It’s a certain strength I have when I reign it in to do good. lol

I’ve written warped middle child stories in the past. Such as my “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia” post and my “Tattle Tail” story. There’s plenty more where that came from if you keep reading my blog… (say that like Napoleon.) I had another story planned and I just totally forgot it. I must be healing. haha

Hey, remember these lil plants from back in April?? Well, this is what they look like now!!:

Yeah. We pretty much rock at gardening…

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I’ve been having a bum time lately. Idk what the deal is. I kinda feel like I did in high school where I’m thinkin “Who the heck am I?” Do y’all ever do that or am I just weird? I feel like I’m such a mix of like 40 different personalities. Thankfully my husband loves every one of them- for the most part. I know he has a hard time understanding my “rebellious” nature, but he tries his best not to look at me like I’m a total dirtbag. lol “Dirtbag” is my word of the day. I was listening to Wheatus’ song “Teenage Dirtbag” and Tristan thought that was the funniest word ever. lol Heard another funny saying I’ll be stealing. When we were chatting, Not So Average Mama said “I think we all have a first crap bag…” referring to sucky exes. lol Crap bags indeed!
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I had a garage sale this week and made $175. YAY! We have a trip planned to Florida this summer which will be our 1st complete family vacation since I was pregnant with Taj. We don’t have the money to go because all our money (and then some;) has been going to an attorney in Canada. But thankfully my parents own a timeshare in Florida, with a built in kitchen, etc… so basically all we have to do is get there and buy groceries and hang on the beach. I am thankful that certain people haven’t completely ruined everything. And now with the $175 we can decide between gas money to Florida or 1/2 an hour of attorney fees. Decisions….

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I’ve still been doing P90X although not 6 days a week. It’s more like 4 days a week. I switched from Classic to Lean because let’s face it- pull ups aren’t gonna make my butt smaller. The lean version concentrates more on weightloss. Sei is doing the classic version. Oh- speaking of pull ups… If I jump I can do one. ONE- which is the same amount I could do in 5th grade. Yesssssssssssssss.

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That’s about it. I would write more but I don’t wanna bore you with my depressiveness. Have a happy day!

1) When you’re making an online payment for something make sure you click the right box. Because if you accidently click the “Pay statement balance” and you still owe $7000 on your car, they are going to try to take $7000 out of your bank account. And you won’t discover this until you’re trying to buy chicken nuggets in the McDonald’s drivethru.

2) Some people suck. I can’t believe how bad some people suck. I tried to find a pic to post that would give a cleaned up version of a middle finger salute, but couldn’t. But if I did I’d be waving it to the north- and I’m not talkin’ about Oklahoma. (Or you, Yvonne!!)

3) Speaking of Yvonne!!! I got to hang out with her and her sweet hubby for a while yesterday. Jealous?? You should be!! Thanks again Yvonne! You’re awesome!

LAME BLOGGER: I have been so lame about commenting on blogs. I really have. It’s not that I don’t love y’all. I am just lazy. I don’t feel like commenting. But I AM reading. I am just lame. I see a lot of y’all on Facebook so I feel like I’m still connected… That’s all. Don’t hate.

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LAME MOM: So, Tristan got a detention. He brings the slip to me, I look at it and start laughing uncontrollably. The teacher had written:

For some reason that just struck me as hilarious. Not a non-drugs campus or weapon-free campus or whatever. A “Non-gum chewing campus.” So… yes. Instead of reprimanding my child for his rebellious gum chewing (gum I supplied him) I laughed at his teacher. Niiiiiiice.

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LAME MOM again…: Alec has started riding his bike to school because he likes to stop at a friend’s house to play basketball before school. This morning I was taking Tristan to school and passed Alec playing. He had on his Kobe jersey, so instead of yelling something like, “Have a great day at school son!” instead I rolled down my window and yelled, “KOBE SUCKS!!!!!” The kids were all shocked thinking “Who is that crazy lady!?” but then Alec laughed and yelled back at me something like “MOM, DON’T HATE!!” Better than, “Mom, I hate you!” I am such an embarrassing parent. lol

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LAME WIFE: I left my husband home with Liv and Taj on Saturday for a girls nite out. Some of my friends and I were going out for my bday. I just felt bad because when I left he was cussing at a ceiling fan he was trying to hang. I brought him cheesecake to make up for it though…

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LAME POST: Yeah, my bad…