If you have been following this blog, you know that I deal with depression. Well, I also deal with PTSD, and having a messed up child-hood. I know, I know, EVERYONE has a dysfunctional child-hood. Without going into too much detail, mine is especially dysfunctional. So I'm not incredibly healthy. I mean, I'm proud of my parenting, I'm proud of my relationship skills, I like myself. But I know that I am not healthy. So what I do when faced with stress is to try to escape. This is much better than what I used to do when faced with stress.
What I do now is to escape into sombody else's blog. It gives me stress relief, It's interesting, and sometimes, as in this case it inspires me. So my feature that you see on the left, "My Current Escape" Is just that. Does anybody else do this? Spend HOURS reading someone else's life to escape their own?
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Rick broke the law
Rick broke the law. And I can deal with hate mail or hate e-mail. The weather is hot here. But, it doesn’t bother the kids, who play outside in sprinklers barefoot. A swimming pool is at the top of my wishlist, but we don’t have one. The kids play outside anyway. Sometimes, after dinner, Rick and I sit on our front steps while the kids do chores. It’s relaxing, and we get to talk without hearing mommy, mommy, mommy, MOMMY, daddy, Rick, Rick, Heidi, Rick, Heidi, DADDY, MOOOOOMMMMMMMYYYY!!!!
Yesterday we were sitting on the front steps, and Rick remarked that Crystal, Andrew’s dog, was acting strange. I looked, and sure enough, Crystal was acting strange. She was taking a step forward, and then jumping three steps back. Although it looked funny, and Crystal is the biggest chicken in the world, she had good reason to be afraid. There, in our driveway was a very large Rattle snake.
I started screaming, because that is my natural reaction to snakes or spiders. I quickly called crystal into the house. Rick remarked that he was going to the garage to get something to kill the snake with, which was met with more screams by me, because he had to WALK BY the snake to get to the garage. He did it, and all the kids watched from inside the house as he quickly be-headed the snake. I know, I know. How inhumane can we be? We were supposed to call animal control and let them come out and get the snake and take it to snake paradise or something, but I like to think that is where he is now anyway. Snake paradise.
We must truly be disgusting murderous people, because after it was dead, 5 out of 7 of our kids had to hold it, and The Genius decided that it was a good learning experience to dissect it. So let the hate mail begin. And in other news, did I mention that our kids play outside? Regularly? FEAR has struck this family, who chose to spend the day INSIDE where it is nice and safe.
Yes, I am aware of how red-neck this photo looks. Were not in VT anymore, were southern now.
Yesterday we were sitting on the front steps, and Rick remarked that Crystal, Andrew’s dog, was acting strange. I looked, and sure enough, Crystal was acting strange. She was taking a step forward, and then jumping three steps back. Although it looked funny, and Crystal is the biggest chicken in the world, she had good reason to be afraid. There, in our driveway was a very large Rattle snake.
I started screaming, because that is my natural reaction to snakes or spiders. I quickly called crystal into the house. Rick remarked that he was going to the garage to get something to kill the snake with, which was met with more screams by me, because he had to WALK BY the snake to get to the garage. He did it, and all the kids watched from inside the house as he quickly be-headed the snake. I know, I know. How inhumane can we be? We were supposed to call animal control and let them come out and get the snake and take it to snake paradise or something, but I like to think that is where he is now anyway. Snake paradise.
We must truly be disgusting murderous people, because after it was dead, 5 out of 7 of our kids had to hold it, and The Genius decided that it was a good learning experience to dissect it. So let the hate mail begin. And in other news, did I mention that our kids play outside? Regularly? FEAR has struck this family, who chose to spend the day INSIDE where it is nice and safe.
Yes, I am aware of how red-neck this photo looks. Were not in VT anymore, were southern now.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
It's hard out here for a pimp
It has been SO busy around here that I don’t even know where to start. I have so much to write about, and I don’t want to flood your brains with my stress and craziness. Let me start with school news. All of our amazing kids passed their eog’s. We have not yet received their scores or report cards, but when we do, you better believe that I will be bragging. Speaking of bragging, I cried like a baby instead of a proud mommy at the kids award ceremony. In fear of coming off like a total snob, I will just say that my kids are amazing!
The genius cleaned-up, and in addition to winning every academic award possible also won 1st place in the talent show, outstanding performance strings (violin), and outstanding performance music (singing). Rick had to keep his hand over my mouth, and I bit him, but that was better than my overwhelming impulse to stand up and scream “Ha! Losers! My kid is better than yours!” I refrained myself, and he only needed 2 stitches.
Yesterday was Rainia’s surgery. We spent 6 hrs. there. She took her IV like a sailor getting a tattoo. She laughed at the nurse, and then took her flask out of her pocket smiled sweetly. Her surgery was done within 30 minutes, and the rest of the time was recovery. The worst part was when she vomited, and I immediately convulsed with dry-heaves, and the nurse had to tell me to sit down and ask if I was OK. You would think after 7 kids and countless viruses, not to mention months spent with Andrew in ICU, I would be able to handle a little throw-up. You would think.
When we finally left, we got her a milk-shake, and I dropped Rick off at work. I went to pick up Kyley at horse-camp, in the blazer I have been driving lately. I have been driving it for about a week, so am fully aware that no matter how much or how little gas it has, the gauge says ¾ of a tank. I guess with all the hurrying to get to the surgical center without the required paper-work that I couldn’t find, I wasn’t thinking about when the last time I put gas in was, or finding my cell phone.
So the phone was left at home with the kids, and I ran out of gas. Luckily, it was only 99 degrees outside. I knew what was happening, and had enough sense to glide off onto a side road. I knocked on the doors of 4 houses, but no one came to the door to help a woman out of gas with a drugged-up, in pain, vomiting 9 yr. old girl. Out of no where, a large coca-cola truck pulled up. I guess he needed to rearrange the coke bottles, or check his directions, or something, but there he was. So, I ran over to the truck, and said “HEY!” He preceeded to quickly roll up his windows, shake his head no, point to his wedding ring, and drive off as quickly as he could get the truck to shift. Those of you who know what the oldest profession in the world is, know what he mistook me for.
I walked back to the car, and explained to Rain that I had to run to find a phone. I locked her in the 105 degree blazer, and took off running. The first thing I came upon, was the lovely hair salon where I buy my Aveda supplies, now what kind of working girl uses Aveda? I called Rick, and ran back to the truck. I dried my tears before I got back to Rainia, because I didn’t want to scare her. I carried her out of the 115 degree truck, and we found a spot in the shade to wait. Luckily, she still had her milk-shake, now milk-soup.
Rick showed up quickly, because he wanted to live another day loves me very much. I drove straight to the gas station, got the genius from horse-camp and went home. After dinner, chores, bath, some more vomit, some crying, and finally all the kids getting to bed, I laid in bed next to Rick. I was trying to cry, because that is absolutely my BEST stress-relief, but for some reason instead of tears, all I had was shock. I mean, I’m a good looking girl, how could the coca-cola guy refuse my services?
The genius cleaned-up, and in addition to winning every academic award possible also won 1st place in the talent show, outstanding performance strings (violin), and outstanding performance music (singing). Rick had to keep his hand over my mouth, and I bit him, but that was better than my overwhelming impulse to stand up and scream “Ha! Losers! My kid is better than yours!” I refrained myself, and he only needed 2 stitches.
Yesterday was Rainia’s surgery. We spent 6 hrs. there. She took her IV like a sailor getting a tattoo. She laughed at the nurse, and then took her flask out of her pocket smiled sweetly. Her surgery was done within 30 minutes, and the rest of the time was recovery. The worst part was when she vomited, and I immediately convulsed with dry-heaves, and the nurse had to tell me to sit down and ask if I was OK. You would think after 7 kids and countless viruses, not to mention months spent with Andrew in ICU, I would be able to handle a little throw-up. You would think.
When we finally left, we got her a milk-shake, and I dropped Rick off at work. I went to pick up Kyley at horse-camp, in the blazer I have been driving lately. I have been driving it for about a week, so am fully aware that no matter how much or how little gas it has, the gauge says ¾ of a tank. I guess with all the hurrying to get to the surgical center without the required paper-work that I couldn’t find, I wasn’t thinking about when the last time I put gas in was, or finding my cell phone.
So the phone was left at home with the kids, and I ran out of gas. Luckily, it was only 99 degrees outside. I knew what was happening, and had enough sense to glide off onto a side road. I knocked on the doors of 4 houses, but no one came to the door to help a woman out of gas with a drugged-up, in pain, vomiting 9 yr. old girl. Out of no where, a large coca-cola truck pulled up. I guess he needed to rearrange the coke bottles, or check his directions, or something, but there he was. So, I ran over to the truck, and said “HEY!” He preceeded to quickly roll up his windows, shake his head no, point to his wedding ring, and drive off as quickly as he could get the truck to shift. Those of you who know what the oldest profession in the world is, know what he mistook me for.
I walked back to the car, and explained to Rain that I had to run to find a phone. I locked her in the 105 degree blazer, and took off running. The first thing I came upon, was the lovely hair salon where I buy my Aveda supplies, now what kind of working girl uses Aveda? I called Rick, and ran back to the truck. I dried my tears before I got back to Rainia, because I didn’t want to scare her. I carried her out of the 115 degree truck, and we found a spot in the shade to wait. Luckily, she still had her milk-shake, now milk-soup.
Rick showed up quickly, because he wanted to live another day loves me very much. I drove straight to the gas station, got the genius from horse-camp and went home. After dinner, chores, bath, some more vomit, some crying, and finally all the kids getting to bed, I laid in bed next to Rick. I was trying to cry, because that is absolutely my BEST stress-relief, but for some reason instead of tears, all I had was shock. I mean, I’m a good looking girl, how could the coca-cola guy refuse my services?
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
All Caught Up
I am done!!!!!
Done, sun, bun, fun, fun, fun!!!!! I am completely caught up. Meaning, This blog totally and fully matches my other blog. No more reading what was written 2 months ago, no more wondering why I am writing about easter in June. Done.
What does this mean? Well, 1st the history. My original blog was written on www.carepages.com this is a wonderful community for caregivers and patients of health-related issues. I started the blog as a way to keep my friends and family updated on Andrew’s cancer issues. I must be REALLY behind the times, because at that point, I hadn’t read Dooce, Bossy, Banana’s, anything. I was unaware of Blogher. Didn’t know about technorati, total and complete ignorance. Turns out, I also didn’t know about the therapeutic benefits of blogging. So, the carepage kind of began to have a mind of its own. I found, instead of updating dr. appointments, sickness, and wellness, I was journaling, and writing about LIFE.
I started googleing mommy blogs and OMG!!! Everyone stole my idea. Years ago. They stole my idea, before it was even my idea, and I am obviously the biggest idiot on the planet. Can you imagine what my life would have been had I been recording publicly all of those years in my youth experimenting with love, life, and pain? And, I could’ve been reading everybody else’s life. This is like reality television without the script. Flavor Flav, eat your heart out!
OK, back to the point, my carepage, instead of being about health, turned into being about life. And I realized that it isn’t really the correct platform for my blog. I plan to continue my carepage for my readers on that site. I have a lovely group of family, friends, and strangers, who read my updates regularly. Actually, about 120 people read my carepage regularly. But, did I mention that my family reads that site? My VERY conservative, baptist, republican family? So, do I censor myself? Of course!!!
Will I continue to censor myself? Well, yeah. I have a wonderful man and children that I need to be accountable to. I have a job, and eventually my family may find my site. So, do I plan on writing about couple’s counseling, my boss, or my step-daughter calling me a b**ch? NO. But, do I now feel free to write about giving my fiancé a lap-dance, the absolute joy I get out of farting in front of my children, or my brother’s murder trial?
All I can say is LET THE GAMES BEGIN! Hahahahaha (that was supposed to be an evil, hackling, witch laugh)
Done, sun, bun, fun, fun, fun!!!!! I am completely caught up. Meaning, This blog totally and fully matches my other blog. No more reading what was written 2 months ago, no more wondering why I am writing about easter in June. Done.
What does this mean? Well, 1st the history. My original blog was written on www.carepages.com this is a wonderful community for caregivers and patients of health-related issues. I started the blog as a way to keep my friends and family updated on Andrew’s cancer issues. I must be REALLY behind the times, because at that point, I hadn’t read Dooce, Bossy, Banana’s, anything. I was unaware of Blogher. Didn’t know about technorati, total and complete ignorance. Turns out, I also didn’t know about the therapeutic benefits of blogging. So, the carepage kind of began to have a mind of its own. I found, instead of updating dr. appointments, sickness, and wellness, I was journaling, and writing about LIFE.
I started googleing mommy blogs and OMG!!! Everyone stole my idea. Years ago. They stole my idea, before it was even my idea, and I am obviously the biggest idiot on the planet. Can you imagine what my life would have been had I been recording publicly all of those years in my youth experimenting with love, life, and pain? And, I could’ve been reading everybody else’s life. This is like reality television without the script. Flavor Flav, eat your heart out!
OK, back to the point, my carepage, instead of being about health, turned into being about life. And I realized that it isn’t really the correct platform for my blog. I plan to continue my carepage for my readers on that site. I have a lovely group of family, friends, and strangers, who read my updates regularly. Actually, about 120 people read my carepage regularly. But, did I mention that my family reads that site? My VERY conservative, baptist, republican family? So, do I censor myself? Of course!!!
Will I continue to censor myself? Well, yeah. I have a wonderful man and children that I need to be accountable to. I have a job, and eventually my family may find my site. So, do I plan on writing about couple’s counseling, my boss, or my step-daughter calling me a b**ch? NO. But, do I now feel free to write about giving my fiancé a lap-dance, the absolute joy I get out of farting in front of my children, or my brother’s murder trial?
All I can say is LET THE GAMES BEGIN! Hahahahaha (that was supposed to be an evil, hackling, witch laugh)
Education Blues
Written 5/28/08
I know you’re probably sick of hearing it, but I need to blog about my job again. This blog has turned into my main form of stress relief, and without it, I might just go insane.
Let me preempt this post with a disclaimer. I want to point out, without a shadow of a doubt, how much I love teachers.
My mother is a teacher. She is an incredible teacher. I have witnessed, for as long as I can remember, her dedication, long hours, hard work, passion, and frustration with teaching. She is the kind of teacher that I wish my children had every year. She stays late at school daily, and works during her weekends and vacations. She continually stays on top of new teaching methods, and researches the brain’s ability to learn. She takes the time to get to know her students’ different learning styles so that she can adapt her teaching style to teach them individually how they will best learn, all the while maintaining an orderly environment conducive to learning. I can remember, during my childhood, many instances of her bringing students home. These were not the students who were respectful, doing well, and got good grades. The students that my mom took a special interest in were the students who needed it most. These students were her most difficult. The one’s many teachers would like to see transferred to another class. She befriends them, takes them out to eat, and pays them to do petty work around the house. She stresses to them the importance of education, and I am confident that she has changed lives. I could NEVER do what she does. Because of her, I know that there are amazing teachers out there.
That being said, I got my results back from my students math eog’s. (end of grade tests). Out of my 25 current students, I have 4 that passed. Granted, the very nature of my program is to help students who are “at risk”. Therefore, I would have been surprised if the majority of them had passed. But, come on, 4? The worse part of this is that most of my students, because of my program, turn in their homework and have fairly good grades. I have a few students who failed the test miserably that have been on honor roll all year. ALL YEAR. My question is how does a teacher give a student an “A” or a “B” for a grade, when the student obviously has no grasp of the material? I have found that the grades my students are getting have nothing to do with what they are learning. The grades are mostly based on if the student does what they are told. If they sit quietly and don’t draw attention to themselves. If they turn in their homework (even if it is wrong). So these “good” students, whether they are learning anything or not, think that they are. They think, “Well, I have had a good grade in that class all year, I will do fine on the test” They don’t need to study, they don’t need to worry.
WHAT IS GOING ON??? There is a serious problem with the education system in our country. And, we’re the best country in the world. People die trying to come here to live. Why are our students performing so poorly compared to other countries? Why are our high-school students graduating with a VAST difference in knowledge depending on where they live? Why do I feel, as a parent, that I need to use my brother-in-laws address to get my kids into a different “better” school district then my own. It is so SAD that our children don’t have the same opportunity across the board. How does a student get an “A” in math all year, and then fail the math test miserably?
And about my particular students who all failed? My 8th graders will have 2 more chances to take the test, and will then be held back. Some will end up dropping out of school, because who wants to be 16 or 17 in the 8th grade? My 6th and 7th graders will be bumped up, until 8th grade, when they will be faced with the same dilemma. And unfortunately, they don’t understand the ramifications. 2 of my students were really upset. I was trying to console them about the test, and they both gave me blank stares. Then I found out that they had just “broken up”. Lord help us.
I would also like to take the time to thank someone. All of our children are absolutely brilliant, but 1 of them is particularly gifted. She is in the highest level of classes, and “AIG” (the intellectually gifted program). She is amazing. She also received her first “C” this year. Not because she didn’t do the homework, not because she wasn’t polite and respectful. She received a “C” because she was struggling with the material. So thank-you, Mrs. Culbertson, for being honest with her. Even if she cried. A lot. I would much rather my children be prepared and know what they need to work on, than think that they are doing better than they actually are because they don’t give someone problems in the classroom.
I know you’re probably sick of hearing it, but I need to blog about my job again. This blog has turned into my main form of stress relief, and without it, I might just go insane.
Let me preempt this post with a disclaimer. I want to point out, without a shadow of a doubt, how much I love teachers.
My mother is a teacher. She is an incredible teacher. I have witnessed, for as long as I can remember, her dedication, long hours, hard work, passion, and frustration with teaching. She is the kind of teacher that I wish my children had every year. She stays late at school daily, and works during her weekends and vacations. She continually stays on top of new teaching methods, and researches the brain’s ability to learn. She takes the time to get to know her students’ different learning styles so that she can adapt her teaching style to teach them individually how they will best learn, all the while maintaining an orderly environment conducive to learning. I can remember, during my childhood, many instances of her bringing students home. These were not the students who were respectful, doing well, and got good grades. The students that my mom took a special interest in were the students who needed it most. These students were her most difficult. The one’s many teachers would like to see transferred to another class. She befriends them, takes them out to eat, and pays them to do petty work around the house. She stresses to them the importance of education, and I am confident that she has changed lives. I could NEVER do what she does. Because of her, I know that there are amazing teachers out there.
That being said, I got my results back from my students math eog’s. (end of grade tests). Out of my 25 current students, I have 4 that passed. Granted, the very nature of my program is to help students who are “at risk”. Therefore, I would have been surprised if the majority of them had passed. But, come on, 4? The worse part of this is that most of my students, because of my program, turn in their homework and have fairly good grades. I have a few students who failed the test miserably that have been on honor roll all year. ALL YEAR. My question is how does a teacher give a student an “A” or a “B” for a grade, when the student obviously has no grasp of the material? I have found that the grades my students are getting have nothing to do with what they are learning. The grades are mostly based on if the student does what they are told. If they sit quietly and don’t draw attention to themselves. If they turn in their homework (even if it is wrong). So these “good” students, whether they are learning anything or not, think that they are. They think, “Well, I have had a good grade in that class all year, I will do fine on the test” They don’t need to study, they don’t need to worry.
WHAT IS GOING ON??? There is a serious problem with the education system in our country. And, we’re the best country in the world. People die trying to come here to live. Why are our students performing so poorly compared to other countries? Why are our high-school students graduating with a VAST difference in knowledge depending on where they live? Why do I feel, as a parent, that I need to use my brother-in-laws address to get my kids into a different “better” school district then my own. It is so SAD that our children don’t have the same opportunity across the board. How does a student get an “A” in math all year, and then fail the math test miserably?
And about my particular students who all failed? My 8th graders will have 2 more chances to take the test, and will then be held back. Some will end up dropping out of school, because who wants to be 16 or 17 in the 8th grade? My 6th and 7th graders will be bumped up, until 8th grade, when they will be faced with the same dilemma. And unfortunately, they don’t understand the ramifications. 2 of my students were really upset. I was trying to console them about the test, and they both gave me blank stares. Then I found out that they had just “broken up”. Lord help us.
I would also like to take the time to thank someone. All of our children are absolutely brilliant, but 1 of them is particularly gifted. She is in the highest level of classes, and “AIG” (the intellectually gifted program). She is amazing. She also received her first “C” this year. Not because she didn’t do the homework, not because she wasn’t polite and respectful. She received a “C” because she was struggling with the material. So thank-you, Mrs. Culbertson, for being honest with her. Even if she cried. A lot. I would much rather my children be prepared and know what they need to work on, than think that they are doing better than they actually are because they don’t give someone problems in the classroom.
Who needs sleep?
Written 5/20/08
Can I vent for a minute?
I'll take that as a yes.
This week SUCKS!!!!! I mean, our lives are always hectic, but someone needs to put me out of my misery this week.
Mon: 8:00- kids to school, to the shop to work, had to get the girls some clothes for their allstar gymnastics tryouts at walmart, at my job at 2:00, out at 5:35, met Rick at the Gym (gymnastics) at 5:45, home at 8:00, dinner, bathtime, and bed.
I missed my first IEP meeting for Andrew, which was at 2:00. They usually schedule these for Fri. because I dont work Fri. but they couldn't get us in until Mon. Rick had to leave the gym, pick up the boys at daycare, and get pizza for dinner.
Tue: This is EOG (end of grade test) week for the kids, which means a hot breakfast instead of their usual cereal. Rick cooked this morning, I will get up and do the breakfast duty tomorrow morning.
8:00- kids to school, Rick and I had errands to run in the morning, and an appointment at 11:00. had to get some stuff for my job, back to the shop at 2:00, off to my job at 2:30. out at 5:30. Pick up boys, meet Rick at the Gym at 5:50. Home at 8:00. Grocery Store for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and yogurt because it was SO LATE! dinner, bed.
Wed. and Thur. I have to Proctor for the EOG's at my school, which means I will be dropping my kids off at 7:30, so that I can get to my school at 8:00, and stay there all day, walking around a silent classroom, watching students NOT cheat on their tests. I will not be allowed to sit down. In case in that 5 sec. that I rest my legs, one of those crafty 12-yr.-olds breaks out a answer sheet.
Thurs: my job takes a field-trip, with all the other programs like mine, which means that instead of dealing with 25 fresh out of testing, restless, wild, middle-school aged kids, I will get to enjoy 150 of them. I will get out of work at 5:45, and then rush to get to the boys tee-ball game at 6:15.
Fri, one of the kids has an ENT dr. app. I don't know which one, and I don't CARE!
These days of not sitting down or taking a breath until 9:00 at night are going to KILL me!
Did I mention that I can't wait for this school year to end?
Can I vent for a minute?
I'll take that as a yes.
This week SUCKS!!!!! I mean, our lives are always hectic, but someone needs to put me out of my misery this week.
Mon: 8:00- kids to school, to the shop to work, had to get the girls some clothes for their allstar gymnastics tryouts at walmart, at my job at 2:00, out at 5:35, met Rick at the Gym (gymnastics) at 5:45, home at 8:00, dinner, bathtime, and bed.
I missed my first IEP meeting for Andrew, which was at 2:00. They usually schedule these for Fri. because I dont work Fri. but they couldn't get us in until Mon. Rick had to leave the gym, pick up the boys at daycare, and get pizza for dinner.
Tue: This is EOG (end of grade test) week for the kids, which means a hot breakfast instead of their usual cereal. Rick cooked this morning, I will get up and do the breakfast duty tomorrow morning.
8:00- kids to school, Rick and I had errands to run in the morning, and an appointment at 11:00. had to get some stuff for my job, back to the shop at 2:00, off to my job at 2:30. out at 5:30. Pick up boys, meet Rick at the Gym at 5:50. Home at 8:00. Grocery Store for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and yogurt because it was SO LATE! dinner, bed.
Wed. and Thur. I have to Proctor for the EOG's at my school, which means I will be dropping my kids off at 7:30, so that I can get to my school at 8:00, and stay there all day, walking around a silent classroom, watching students NOT cheat on their tests. I will not be allowed to sit down. In case in that 5 sec. that I rest my legs, one of those crafty 12-yr.-olds breaks out a answer sheet.
Thurs: my job takes a field-trip, with all the other programs like mine, which means that instead of dealing with 25 fresh out of testing, restless, wild, middle-school aged kids, I will get to enjoy 150 of them. I will get out of work at 5:45, and then rush to get to the boys tee-ball game at 6:15.
Fri, one of the kids has an ENT dr. app. I don't know which one, and I don't CARE!
These days of not sitting down or taking a breath until 9:00 at night are going to KILL me!
Did I mention that I can't wait for this school year to end?
Rhymes with???
Written 5/15/08
Just in case....
I need to clear up any confusion. For those of you who do not know us, Rainia IS an unusual name. I MADE IT UP! I was looking for a nickname of Rain, because that is what I like to call her.
Rainia = Rain ee uh
not: Run I uh
not: Rain I uh
not: Rain ee A
not: Rain I A
rhymes with: Pain ee uh
or: Rainy duh
Things she is called on a regular basis:
Rainia
Rain
Rainy
RainGirl
Pain ee uh
lil momma
Rain on my window sill (thx Brittney)
Ga-Ga (don't even ask)
wainia (boys)
and of course:
br..k..a..j..HEY YOU!!!
Just in case....
I need to clear up any confusion. For those of you who do not know us, Rainia IS an unusual name. I MADE IT UP! I was looking for a nickname of Rain, because that is what I like to call her.
Rainia = Rain ee uh
not: Run I uh
not: Rain I uh
not: Rain ee A
not: Rain I A
rhymes with: Pain ee uh
or: Rainy duh
Things she is called on a regular basis:
Rainia
Rain
Rainy
RainGirl
Pain ee uh
lil momma
Rain on my window sill (thx Brittney)
Ga-Ga (don't even ask)
wainia (boys)
and of course:
br..k..a..j..HEY YOU!!!
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