Gosh! I am about to go nuts!! My husband has taken the car in for new tires and a tune up. They said it would take about 3 hours for everything. Here it is 5 count them FIVE hours later and they are still working on it. The mechanic says that the wires are literally falling apart so ALL the wires have to be replaced. Here I sit, should of gone home almost 40 minutes ago and again....here I sit. Yes, I am getting paid to sit here and blog but really, I just want to go home.

So, I will tell you about my other niece.....The 3rd daughter.....RE we will call her.

She had a daughter about oh I would say almost 6 years ago. This daughter has been living with my sister since birth. RE has lived there on and off.

She has a son who is I think about 4 now. He was born around Thanksgiving 2002. He lived with his mother for the first few months of his life. When my dad got really sick and his wife did not want to take care of him by herself (oh did I say that she did not WANT to, I meant to say that she could not) RE went to my dad's house and helped take care of him. I will always thank her for this, I am so glad that she could be with him when we could not. Anyway..... she left her son with his grandma on the other side (his dad is in prison...don't know what for). After my dad passed, she went back home but did not pick up her son. She decided to leave him with his grandma because "she just did not bond with him"

Child # 3 is born. I think this one is a boy and then child #4 a girl, both children by the same father....I should tell you now that he is in prison for somehow being a party to a murder but RE swears that "he did not do it aunt Karin, I promise".

Child 3 and 4 go to the grandparents house (on dad's side) to visit for a week.

Guess what........you guessed it

RE does not go and pick them up when she is suppose to. Turns out that she has another boyfriend and they are doing drugs or whatever and not only does she not go and pick up the kids......she will not return the grandparents phone call either.

Finally they call social services, they take ALL the children and put them in foster care.

daughter # 1 is still there. All others are with their grandparents but because my sister has some problems of her own, they take #1 child out of the home. It just devastated my sister but upon talking to child #1 she is happy right now.

Thank God

I don't know what is going to happen but I will fill you in when I know.

Good Morning :)

Here comes the next installment...and more

My sister sits down with Br and talks to her about all the help she has been getting, about all the money that everyone is spending on her and her children and about how BR is doing NOTHING. She explains how "The buck stops here". BR is compliant, she is soooooo sorry about everything. She is sooooo going to change her life for the better. My sister tells her that she will be conducting a drug test ANYTIME she feels the need and she will be going into the bathroom with BR to make sure she is doing it correctly. She tells BR that she will not be getting any more help from her or my mom until she complies with the rules of the house. She will not let this boyfriend back into the house, she will spend every evening at home with her children not, putting them in front of the TV with cartoons on so that she can play on the computer and such. She will clean up after her children and the drugs will stop here, if any are found IN MY MOTHERS HOUSE again, she will be leaving. As a matter of fact, they will start eviction proceedings now just in case because it takes 30 days for these things to take place. Well, BR was just going to do whatever it took to be the girl she used to be and to be the mother she should be.

That is until the next day WHEN,

She told my mother off (of coarse my sister was not there) and she told my sister off (only in text messaging, would not get on the phone with her). She told them that she is 27 years old and she will do exactly as she pleases. She said that she will not be talked down to. She will see who she wants when she wants etc. etc.

SHE IS SUCH A BITCH, I really need to take a trip out there because she will NOT talk to me like that and I will escort her out of my mothers house. How dare her talk like that to my mother who has given her and her children a place to stay, fed them and made sure that they were comfortable. She has some nerve.

UPDATE: I talked to my older sister (who just happens to be at my mom's this past week) last night, she said that BR broke up with the boyfriend. I told her that I still think she needs to move, she cannot think she can treat people like crap and then miraculously she is an angel again. I think she needs to get into treatment, in house, 90 days. Nothing more, nothing less. I think that she really needs to do this. She is not just smoking a little pot here, she is doing dangerous drugs and anyone who has been reading my blog knows that my X brother in law killed his fiance because he was doing meth. I just pray that she gets it together.

On a cute kids story note :) When I talked to my older sister last night I also talked to my great niece, like I said she is either 5 or 6. She asked me if I wanted to know what she was going to be when she grew up? She told me that she is going to be a vegetarian when she grows up. That was she can take care of animals and she would be going to vegetarian school.....Now, how cute is that? Who would not want to spend time with that cuteness?

Next time on Karin's Korner: The 3rd daughter and how she ended up getting all of her children taken away.....told you this could be a soap opera.

OK, so I ended my last post with me going to California. I should tell you that it was the first time that I went, I did finally get back to Minnesota, stayed with friend, partied way to much, ended up at grandma's again, got a job at a bank (now remember, I was 16 at this time), they did direct deposit way back then so you had to have a checking account with the bank in order to get paid, quit the job, kept writing checks and needless to say, ended up back in California, this time with the police escorting me to the airport, in handcuffs, through security ( I laugh as I write that but it was so so not fun) to the plane, they put me on the plane but through this all EVERYONE had seen me get escorted in handcuffs to the plane. Finally we take off, Here I am sitting in my own seat, smoking a cigarette (yes, you could smoke in those days) when a young man (probably 15 or 16) comes and sits next to me, I try and ignore him but he wants to talk to me. Finally the question "comes up".....I saw you get on the plane in handcuffs...what did you do....I looked him right in the eyes and told him that I had killed someone. LOL, you never saw anyone who got up faster and ran to sit with his parents. No one bothered me the rest of the trip.

OK, enough about me for now. Let me tell you about my sister....first a list of characters:

Sister

SH: could be shithead, works either way but for this time it will be sisters husband

BR: sister's first daughter, she has 3 kids and is living with my mom, this will be partly her story although I can tell you stories about each and every one of them.

SU: sister's second daughter, 2 kids, 1 living with her, husband is a puke

REB; sister's third daughter, 4 kids, all at this point are taken away from her, yes this will be a post in itself.

CH: sisters first son, good kid now. Hopefully he will be the smart one in the family

AM: sister's fourth daughter, no children, currently in juvenile detention for failed urine test and not going to school.

BO: sister's fifth daughter, 1 child, not much to say about this child....yet

ZA: sister's second son, this one is too young to be getting in to much trouble, oh wait, another story.

OK, so my sister has ALOT of children. Currently BR is living with my mother because her sorry ass husband left her when her last child was about a week old. Now, let me back up a minute. Yes, he is a sorry ass but I will give credit where credit is due. Their marriage was in trouble long before he left and yes BR did get pregnant on purpose thinking it would "save" the marriage. Advise people.....it does not work.

BR was doing OK, she was working and going to school one night a week. Then she lost her job. For the last I would say 8 months or so, she has not been working. She is really not looking for a job, she is just letting everyone take care of her...including you, if you are paying taxes, she is getting money from you and I also. Her children are 6,5 and 1 or maybe it is 5,4 and 1 but never the less, she does not pay attention to the 2 oldest ones. The middle child has gone so far as to say "my momma does not like me". This has broken my heart over and over again.

Last weekend my mother and my little sister went on a short cruise (Friday through Monday). They had a blast and I am so glad for that because when they got back all hell had broken loose. My older sister had come into town because her 3rd daughter had court (I promise...another story) she decided to stay at my mom's house since my mom would not be home and they just really don't trust BR to do what she is suppose to do.

My sister found a syringe on BR's dresser. She went nuts!! BR did see what trouble she was getting into....for a minute, then was pissed because my sister was in her stuff. Now, tell me...what would have happened if one of her children would have gotten ahold of that shit, what if they would have poked themselves.....my god, what if she would have had to take them to the hospital????????

When my younger sister found all this out she called BR out on the table!! She also made the boyfriend come and sit down to talk about what would NOT be taking place in my mothers house. The boyfriend became belligerent and my sister told him (none to kindly) to get the FU*K out of my mothers house. He did think for just a minute that she would let him speak before he left (silly boy) and she just let him have it. I do have to tell you that my little sister is about 98 pounds (bitch) soaking wet and stands about 5'3 with heels. She told the boyfriend that she would be calling 911 if he did not leave immediately and she was quite sure that he would not be wanting to talk to the police. He left....no problem. Then it was BR's turn, which I will have to continue later. Maybe tonight, maybe this weekend, but if not for sure on Monday.....

Stay tuned.

Hello Again -

I am going to tell you about my family, not the family I live with now but the family I grew up with. This is just about as close to a soap opera that you can find. It is nuts. I am sure that I will not get the whole story out in one post but the plot will surly thicken as we get going.

Now, I grew up in a regular house. Father worked every single day (except on the weekends where he would stay at home and monitor our chores and also do the yard work etc.) Mother stayed home most of my childhood, she did in home day care so that she would be home with us kids all the time (this was a problem when I got older and we could never skip school at my house :) ) I have an older sister that I don't really get along with, she is just one of those people that knows everything that you know, has done everything that you have done etc. She is exactly a year and a half older then me. Then comes me of coarse, my little sister who I am the closest to. She is about four and a half years younger then me and then comes my little brother. He was the most spoiled child. Not only by my parents but by me and my older sister. My mom swore that he would never talk because all he had to do was point and we would get him whatever he wanted.

We had about as close to a normal family as I guess we could have for the most part. In 1979 my mother went with a girlfriend of hers to Hawaii. She stayed in California for a few days also. When she got back to Minnesota, she informed our family that she was moving to California. We could take it or leave it but she was getting out of the winters and moving somewhere warm. My older sister was already living with her boyfriend at this time and I was NOT moving to California, after all, my friends were all in Minnesota. I was 15, in high school and I was just NOT moving. We (OK, my parents) decided that I would stay with my grandma and they would all move. At the end of the school year, they would look at it and make a decision as to if I was going to be made to move or not.

Living at my grandma's was OK, but it had its drawbacks. She did not actually live in the city where I went to high school so I had to take the city bus in everyday. This was not the problem. The problem was that the last bus out to where she lived was at 9 PM and lets face it, 9 is when everything was just getting started. No one left at 9. So I started staying at friends houses. I don't think my grandma would have cared so much if I just would not have forgotten to call sometimes. (bless her heart).

After a few months of coming and going whenever I wanted to I think she had just had enough. My dad was called and he came back to get me. I was babysitting at the time and one of my so called friends ratted me out and told him where I was. He came to the house with a few policemen (did I mention that my dad was on the police reserves when he lived in Mn.?). Good thing that the parents had not left yet when a knock came at the door. I looked out the window and saw that it was my dad. I told Mark (just a guy that was there) not to answer the door. He went outside and told my dad that I did not want to go with him, now remember that 10 minutes before I had no idea that my dad was even in Minnesota. It took all of a minute and a half for my dad and 2 police officers to get onto the porch. They kindly informed me that I had a choice, I could leave with my dad or I could be held at juvenile detention until the morning, my father would come and get me and they would escort us to the airport. I (being a smart ass that I was) told them that it was not a choice and I would be leaving with my father, thank you very much. They put me in his car, locked the door and closed it. This is where I informed them that I was a big girl and I did not need the door locked. I lifted the lock. He opened the door pushed the lock down again and closed the door. I lifted the lock. Much to my surprise, he was not amused and started yelling. This is when I stopped being a brat and just sat still :)

The next day I flew with my father to California. My brother and sister were so excited to see me. LOL, what a joke. I was not happy at all, in fact I think I made my parents want to send me back the minute we landed. I refused to do anything that they wanted to do "as a family". I was just a royal pain in the ass. This is when I started smoking in front of them. I did not care what they said, I was going to do what I wanted to do. Man I was a bitch. If one of my children would have pulled that shit on me, I would have.....well, I don't know but there would have been blood. LOL.

OK, this post was not going to be exactly like this. I was going to tell you my sister's story...and man do I have a story to tell. I will finish with this now and I will start with her tomorrow.....stayed tuned.

Good Morning!! Happy Friday.

I have a couple of e-mails that I want to share with you this morning. I have been sitting at my desk laughing (out loud even) and I thought it would be a good Friday thing to share here.

First one: "Life Savers"

Kids are so smart.
A teacher was doing a study testing the senses (taste) of first graders using a bowl of lifesavers. The children began to say:
Red......................Cherry
Yellow.................Lemon
Green...................Lime
Orange.................Orange

Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. After eating them, none of the children could identify the taste. "Well," she said, "I will give you all a clue. It's what your mother may sometimes call your father." One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled, "Oh, my God!! They're ass-holes!

Ok, I laugh even though I have read this tons of times already.

# 2
A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting,
or as some churches call it, "Cry Sunday," one Sunday morning,
took the microphone and bared her soul to the rapt congregation:
"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband,
Jim, has suffered this past month.
He was riding his Goldwing, lost control, ran off the highway and hit a tree.
He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken scrotum.
" The congregation gasped in horror.
The men in the congregation were obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats.
"Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident.
He has trouble breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food.
He can hardly lift anything, he's in so much pain, and he has missed work because of it.
He can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that they need.
Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate relations.
He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away into oblivion.
I would like to ask you all in the congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal and be as good as new.
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this terrible accident sank in, and the men in the congregation were visibly shaken up with the thought that,
"There but for the grace of God go I."
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the congregation:.

"My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill. That word is: sternum."

Ok. that was too good too. Have a great weekend all.

Hello everyone.

I told you all about going to get the family pictures taken last weekend. Let me tell you all how that went. We just went to the local Walmart to do this. There are a total of 12 of us so you would think that it might be a little hard to get everyone looking at the camera and smiling but this lady was fantastic!! The shot of the family took 3 tries but every picture after that was done in 1 shot. It took all of about a half hour for all to do.

Sarah has always wanted to do this, she loves taking pictures etc. While we were waiting another couple was getting their pictures taken. Sarah stands off to the side so she can see how they are doing and she is telling them how great they are, how good they look together etc. Finally she asks the lady taking the pictures if they are looking to hire anyone. The lady say absolutley!! So, we walk out of the store with pictures of the entire family as well as Sarah has a new job!! Today is her third day and she just loves it. The best part about it is that she will not have to work nights. The photo center is only open until like 8 pm so it works out perfect for her. They will guarantee 30 hours per week but her boss said that she will most likely have 40+ hours. I am so thankful.

So as of right this minute, everyone is happy and healthy and for that I am truly blessed. I hope everyone is keeping warm, even here in NC it is cold....well, not like Minnesota or Wisconsin cold but here they think that 30 degrees is cold.