Court's Adjourned!

January 22, 2009 at 1:30 PM, The court Marshall enters the room, "All Rise!" The judge enters the room and takes a seat. "You may sit," he says. At this point I'm thinking "Oh Shit! This is going to be bad. He's not going to let me off easy. I have too many charges." As the judge gets himself situated, the state prosecutor walks into the room, up to the judge and grabs a file. " Hello, gorgeous!" runs through my mind. Once the prosecutor returns back to the door he call my name, "Brittany Barnes!" I immediately stand and follow him to the room. I think, "How lucky." Yeah, of course this is reality and nothing happens. He's there to negotiate. "The only two charges I am concerned about are the charges of driving with a suspended license and driving without an Arizona License." So he tells me what my options are. He wants to drop the charges of driving a vehicle with no insurance and driving a vehicle with suspended plates. The vehicle was not in my name so it was not his concern. My option is to plea guilty to the two charges and pay a fine of $602 or get my license re-instated with in a month and the charges will be dropped to $142, Or not plea guilty, return back to court with an attorney to fight my case. We all know what I chose. I got extremely lucky. I sign the papers needed to continue to proceed to talk with the judge. I walk back into the courtroom and wait to be called. "Brittany Barnes!", the judge calls after waiting 20 minutes. I take the stand and he asks me all his questions. All the answers are "yes". He asks me how I plea. At this point I never thought this word would ever come out of my mouth, "Guilty." I can't believe it, I feel like a criminal. Once I acknowledge that I understand my penalties to the crime and the action in which will be taken if I do not accept the penalties, I take a seat and wait for the clerk. The clerk calls my name. By this point I can't ever forget my name. The clerk has me fill out a yellow sheet of paper at my seat and bring it back up to her when I am done. Once my paper was turned back in she says, " The Court Marshall will call you to figure out a payment plan with you,please have a seat." I've been playing musical chairs this whole time. It would have been funner if they had music and minimized the amount of chairs in that place. After an hour of being in that courtroom, the Court Marshall calls me in. We go over my penalties and payments. He cuts me a deal, "You look like a nice person, so I'm going to give you 3 months opposed to a month to make your payment since I don't know which you will be making." "Thank you so much!" I can't believe it. I was let off easy. So now, it's off to find some money and give Virginia DMV a call to find out what action I need to take to get my license back. ^.^ I'm getting my license back!

Us in 2009!

Welcoming the New Year

2009 has FINALLY come! I know I may be a little late on posting about 2009 but this year is going to be the year of change. Starting off the 2009 year is the enauguration of Barack Obama, the nations first Black (mixed race) President. I hope he brings good change to this country, since it's going to shit. More people losing homes, jobs, and mental stability. With this happening I have hope of a more personal change. I feel that this year is going to be the year that we will be able to pick ourselves up and be comfortable with where we are at in our lives.

Update from 2008:

January: Moved from FL to AZ
April: Started Online College
Met Shit Head (Steve)
July: Kenny's 1st birthday
August: Broke it off with Shit Head
Sept: Got into dispute with Aunt (Mother's HALF sister)
Had no place to live so moved in with Shit Head
Oct: My 21st!
Nov: Moved out of Shit Heads into a new Apt. Yay!
Dec: Got Caught driving on suspended license, uninsured vehicle, and suspened plates (GAY!)
Mother lost her job due to Liquidation (2 Days before Christmas)

On My Last Nerve

So many things are bothering me and I am here to let them out. Why is it that when the kids get new stuff Kenny can't play with them but when Kenny has toys everyone is allowed to play with it? There are things that I can't buy for my son because Iknow it will be a fight between kids or there isn't enough space. I am very protective of kenny's things and everyone who reads these know that. Tonight Kenny's leg got stuck in his crib and he screamed bloody murder. I couldn't even get it out as easy as usual. Steve gets a tone as if Kenny's doing it intentionally and it pisses me off. I'm sorry I don't say shit about your kids keep your mouth shut with mine. So his daughter's first birthday is today and he's having a birthday party for her and the family is going to the Zoo on sunday. Now, I'm not invited and we live together and I will be home with Kenny as everyone is having their fun. FUCK YOU ALL!

Proud Mommy

Today, I got to watch Kenny play with a simple wire and block toy that you usually see in a doctors office and the age range was 2+. He was so focused on sliding the wooden blocks up and down the the wires and I noticed how he was soaking up the knowledge. I saw how advanced and smart he is. I am always so proud of him but today I saw a little boy ans not a baby. I miss having him sleep on my chest but I love him being a boy. I can show the world on what a WONDERFUL job I am doing and what an AMAZING little boy Kenny is. The other night, we went to Steve's mom's house and Kenny decided to play with wooden and cork coasters. I sat and watched him dump the coasters out of their holder and put them back. Not just any way. If he put the cork facing down he would take that one out and flip it over to make it look like all the rest. He's very smart for being 14 months old. I am also very proud on how big he is. He is very tall and strong. As he had his stitches removed today, he way laying strapped into a papoose. I was lying on his legs, my mother was holding his arms, and the nurse was holding his head. He had managed to wiggle out of that papoose 3 times. He's a fighter and that makes me very proud. There is no way that I can even think about getting stitches let alone getting stitches in the face. He is mommy's little warrior.

In one of my recent blogs I talk about my parenting. Last night I had one of the worst experiences in my life, so far. As a worried mother I had to think on my feet and not panic. My 14 month old little boy had just gotten bitten on the face by our own dog for the 3rd time. Unlike the times before, nothing serious had happened a little scrape here and a couple scratches there. This time, my boy had to get stitches. Twelve to be exact. That's where my parenting ability is not questioned. To see how quick I rush to help him and my mother used her own hand to keep the gashes from bleeding. As we drove to the Childrens ER I did not panic or speed and I held my ground. Yes I was shaking and my heart was hurting for my son, but there is a time for all of that and that is after my child has been taken care of. The Doctor was great and did everything he could to make Kenny feel comfortable. Up until they had to hold him down to sew him up. At that point where he was being sewn up he had fallen asleep for a few minutes from fighting the two nurses that held him down. At least that is the story from my mother, I could not bare to sit in the room and watch my precious son being held down and a needle going in and out of his face, while screaming. Other than making me woosie, I would cry because there is nothing I could do. My mother has been there for my brother's stitches in his forehead and a lot of deep cuts needing medical attention. Usually was covered by butterfly bandaids. After everything had gone down, my mother told me I did great and handled the situation wonderful. I do remember the feeling of wanting to hurtle the baby gate to get to the washclothes in the linen closet to use to put pressure on the wound. As a mother I protect my child so tomorrow the dog will be gone. I have already recieved a call from Animal Control which I have to return their call tomorrow. This would be the first report on the dog but the second time the dog has bit him and him needing to be seen. Now he's on antibiotics getting better and is still cheerful as he was before. He isn't afraid of the dog but I curtainly am. Fearful for this to happen again and her just mawl him the next time. I made my baby's beautiful face and I'm not ready to deal with him losing it and my masterpiece being ruined. He's a beautiful little boy and will always be in my eyes.

This One's Especially For You!

Step back and take a look at yourself. It's not that I'm not happy because of me, it's because of you. Don't be mad at me because you're mad at yourself. Understand something, it's not "taking us in" when we're paying half your rent and utilities. Realize we bought your groceries, $170 worth and your ass ate them. You say I'm not appreciative, you're not appreciative. It's not that we don't appreciate you letting us live in your home , but you need to do the same. My mother had bought groceries for you house who knows how many times and you've always made sure you ate them. You always put up your guard when it's about your kids. I'm sorry they arn't perfect and neither is mine. I have accepted it, you need to do the same. When I say I don't get sleep when your kids are here, it's because you let them scream in the middle of the night when they don't feel good. You also bitch about how they or your daughter keeps you up all night. On top of that, they wake up Kenny. Oh, this is for Ryan, keep your nose in your own business, this has nothing to do with you!!! If i'm not happy, I'm not happy. Nothing can change that since you don't try. You haven't tried since the day I left you, you just bought me flowers to let me know you fucked up. You lacked in communication and you still do. I believe you did not stay over Chuck's house last night when you have the ability of going out trying to find a new girl before this one is out. You were 100% capable of it because you know I can't go anywhere. What makes me think you didn't? Nothing. I know you did. Last night made me realize you are just like Brandon and Rich. Leaving me to sleep in bed by myself while you went out and had fun. You are no better than them. Hell atleast Brandon didn't neglect me when he cheated on me. Rich might have used me but he still treated me better when I was around. I atleast got something amazing out of Rich, my son. You, a life learned lesson on what to look out for. I'm pissed because you blame this on me when you need to take a step back and look at yourself.