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21
Oct

My little slice of jello

Posted by Sandi in Mormons

I guess I am technically still a Mormon.  My bishop heard through a ward member, who reads my blog, that we had a new baby, so he came over to see her and check on us.  

And most importantly…….

I got us invited to the Mormon Trunk or Treat function on Friday the 30th.  

If any of you are considering joining the Church, do it before Halloween.  Because Mormon Trunk or Treating ROCKS! The entire ward meets in the parking lot of the local church and passes out candy from the comfort of the car, while the thousands of kids that belong to the members of the church run from car to car collecting candy.  This is my kind of trick-or-treating.  

I am a fan of candy, so I am sure you have figured out already that Halloween is high on my list of favorite holidays.  Since we don’t know all of our neighbors, I do get a little nervous when the kids take off and come home with candy from people I don’t know well. (Though I take it upon myself to sample each and every treat to make sure my children will not be poisoned. I am a good mother like that.) When you go to the Church function, you can guarantee that the candy is safe, because I believe that MORMON’s as a general rule, are a pretty normal, nice, safe, group of people.  Therefore I don’t need to repossess my children’s candy from that night. I love Mormon Halloween.  

So, it may not have been Jello and potatoes, but tonight’s visit was a little slice of comfort and familiarity.  I may not believe all of the teachings and principals, but good people checking on our family and oohing and ahhing over my little one…..

well, It felt great.  

Just a WARNING- It’s a slippery slope people.  Mormons know how to woo and charm with their parking lot candy-fest. Watch out.  If you aren’t looking to join you may not want to go.  It’s fun enough and good enough that you may find yourself speaking in sacrament meeting the following month about your conversion to the Gospel.

Mormon’s are just the nicest damn people on the face of the earth.  I still have Mormon radar.  I can spot one a mile away.  I haven’t been wrong yet.  The OC is crawling with them, and when they aren’t picketing with their stupid "YES" signs, I truly love them.  

Thanks for the visit Bishop.  

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04
May

Can we talk religion for a minute?

Posted by Sandi in Mormons, Religion

I went to lunch with a couple of friends today.  (I know, SHOCKING!  I am happy to tell you I have found a darling group of girls that actually like me, and I love them!)  We talked about our beliefs and the differences between their beliefs and mine. 

 

So, calling all Mormons that read this blog….  Why do we believe so strongly in the pre-existence?  Where do we get all of this information about what happened in Heaven before we were born?  Are we the only religion that believes we were intelligent beings waiting for a body before we came to earth?  Why is this so important and why does it feel like I can’t let go of it? 

 

There are so many things in the church I would happily forget about.  There are things I could let go of and not think about again if I joined another church. The kingdoms in heaven I can let go of, the crazy underwear I would be delighted to forget about. The Temple sealings I can and will let go of.  But the fact that I know I lived with God before I came to earth is not something I can just throw away.  It seems so important in the BIG picture. 

 

Asking all of my non Mormon readers… Do you believe that God is our Father?  Or is  “creator” a better word?  Do you believe that we just became “us” at the moment of conception?  Do you all think I am nuts? 

 

I know I can’t return to the Mormon Church at this point in my life.  But I feel like I want to worship God in some way.  Is just that “feeling” alone good enough, or do you have to attend church to Worship?  I know we are all so different in our thoughts and beliefs but I would love to hear what all of you think. Please share.  

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17
Nov

FAQ’s about our extremely large family.

TOP QUESTIONS ASKED ABOUT OUR FAMILY-

Are they related?

We get this one a lot.  ”They are related now” is the correct answer.  But they are not biologically related.  All were adopted as newborns from all over the US.
How many adopted?
We have ten adopted kids.  I have four homegrown.
How many boys/girls?
This question always stops us and we have to count.  The number is ever changing and we can never seem to remember.  I counted today, so I know. 8 boys and 6 girls.
How many with special needs?
We have six kids with special needs.  Some severe, and some with learning differences and behavior problems.  
Hunter has Aspergers, ADHD, OCD and out of this world anxiety.  
Tylon has Trisomy 9p. 
Jayden had a brain injury at birth. This has resulted in behavior problems: ODD, anger management and significant learning delays
Colby and Dalin were both 24 week micro-preemies.
Colby suffered a grade II brain hemorrhage.  It has affected his fine motor skills and academic learning. 
Dalin was born crack addicted on top of being a 24 weeker.  He has Cerebral palsy and significant delays as well. 
Pickle is undiagnosed, and she is the most special needs of all.  She was much like Ty in the beginning.  She was very medically fragile.  Today she is healthy, but TOTAL Special ED!
Where did they come from?
In order minus the bio’s: Utah, Indiana, Illinois, Washington, Alabama, Alabama, Utah, Virginia, Mississippi, and Texas.
How do you remember all their names?
Can you believe people actually ask this?  It cracks me up.  I am sure they can remember all their children’s names and cousins and relatives. This seems the dumbest question of all.  Of course we know and remember all their names.  WE NAMED THEM. 
How do you stay so calm?
Do I sound calm?  I am glad I have this blog to freak out on so I can appear calm in the real world.  You all know me better than anyone I meet on the street.  You can all attest to the fact that I am not sane.
How do you feed that many/What is a typical meal?
This is another crazy question to us.  We feed this many the same way we feed two or three. You make dinner and feed them.  We just make bigger portions.  Brandon does the cooking, I do the laundry.  If Brandon wants to cook, more power to him. If Brandon doesn’t cook,  we are going out, or phoning in a delivery: Chinese food, Pizza, Taco Tuesday, McDonalds….. Anything is better than me having to cook.  I HATE to cook.  I hate it!  I have to cook when the big kids are home because they beg me to.  They want the food they grew up with.  So they come home from school and give me their puppy dog face and I have to make Sour Cream Lasagna, Spanish Rice, Yellow Chicken, Spaghetti and Beef stew.  If they used to eat it, they want it again.  
I did a post a while back that will give a sense of the amount of food and other trivial stuff.  You can see it here
What do you drive?
We drive a 15 passenger van.  Brandon calls it the prison vehicle.  He feels like he is transporting inmates.  We only drive it when we go to the beach or Disneyland.  When we are around town, we take two SUV’s because Hadley is embarrassed to be seen in the Van.  

This was taken yesterday on our way to the beach.  Count the kids.  Go ahead, I ‘ll wait……Yeah I’m missing one.  We took the pictures and noticed while we were  loading up that Pickle wasn’t with us.  This is exactly why I don’t get mother of the year nominations.  I don’t always know where they all are.  
Do you all go out at the same time?
Yes, of course.  We do dinner out about once a week. Our favorite places to go as a family/parade is Sizzler and Ichibiri’s. 
At Sizzler, the kids go nuts at the Salad bar.  We also enjoy terrorizing the elderly that frequent Sizzler.  They damn near have a heart attack when all ten kids go running towards the salad bar. It looks as if they haven’t been fed for weeks.  They are throwing elbows and fighting over the salad tongs.  A fight always breaks out over the last chicken bone, or the last square of jello.  It is priceless.  This is one of the benefits of being a different race than the kids. I can sit back and pretend they are NOT mine.  I watch as the elderly scan the restaurant for the heathen’s parents.  I pretend I am looking for them too.  
Ichibiri’s is a Japanese steak house.  I love it because the food is cut up and just the way the kids want.  Since it is cooked right in front of them. They can say, “yes or no” to rice, veggies, teriyaki sauce, or whatever.  I never have to hear,  ”That’s not what I wanted.” It is also fabulous food.  We may have to go there tonight. 
  
We go to the beach often.  We are locals at Newport.  The kids are well known at “Beach Burger”.  We drop the cash at the counter on the way to the sand and the kids spend all day going from the water to the Burger joint.  The owner knows my kids and knows my rules.  We love NEWPORT BEACH!

How big is your house? How many rooms?
Our house is 6000 sq feet.  It was the best we could do in SoCal.  It was not easy to find a place that would work for us. But we did.  In Orange County you can find big, but these homes are built for rich couples that entertain, not large families.   We had to turn a storage room, a family room and an office all into bedrooms. That still leaves us three family rooms and a huge backyard to play in.  The rest of the house is the kid’s rooms.  Hadley has her own room. Everybody else shares with a sibling.

Do they all get along?
They are siblings…….They are best friends one minute and worst enemies the next.  Since they all joined our family as babies, it is no different than adding a bio child to the equation. They are siblings, simple as that. 
How do you afford it?
Brandon would like me to solicit donations with this question.  I have attached a pay-pal link to make it easy for you to help us….. Just kidding.  Brandon has been working in Nigeria for the past three years trading crude oil.  We have been blessed.  It isn’t always easy, but we have sufficient for our needs.
Are you Mormon?  
YES of course we are Mormon.  Who else thinks it is OK to act this crazy and have this many kids?   In all seriousness, I was raised in the church and have practiced the religion most of my adult life. I am not currently active and after the prop 8 saga may never return, (You can read more about my rants here.)  but time will tell.  
It is NOT easy to take this crew to church for three hours.  I am currently looking into a Mormon church that believes in one hour programs, that includes a ball pit for the kids to play in, and diet coke and refreshments for the parents.  
Is this a yours, mine, and ours situation?
Yes and No.  I share eleven kids with my Ex.  Brandon and I together have three.  That equals fourteen.  If we add his four from his first marriage to the equation we have eighteen. BUT we are not raising his kids, or parenting them.  His ex has full custody and they only come down a few times a year to visit.  So I don’t count them in the number.  This is a touchy subject and we deal with it a lot.  For those of you that say, “you must have a heart of gold, you’re capacity to love is amazing…….” Just come on over and hang out with me when the step kids are here.  I struggle. I am trying.  I think I will spend the rest of my life trying.  Please don’t leave mean comments about this on here.  I have shut down my blog before because of some judgmental-mean-ass haters.  In fact, I got lambasted with so many horrible emails from one disgusting individual, that I published them for the world to see in a different blog.  I will say this, it stopped the emails.  
Do you ever get away alone?
Yes, we live from one sex trip to the next.  It is honestly the only way we keep our sanity. We also go out alone at least once a week.  That is a must! 
Do you have help?
Hell yes!  I have had a nanny since September.  She is wonderful and I wonder daily how and why I did it without her for so long.  Oh yeah…. it’s because I have been scarred for life by my previous nanny, who decided to marry my ex. That definitely made me leery of nannies.  It took a lot of time to get over it.  I am happy to say that I am doing better.  
Why did you move to California?
To get away from my previous nanny who decided to marry my ex. AND of course Brandon and I both have an Ex we didn’t love living near. AND because I hate the cold and the snow, and I felt Utah was too small of a place to live in after a divorce.  I wanted a fresh start and sunny weather.
Last but not least ARE WE DONE?  
hmmmmm…..Today? Yes!  I am done for sure!  Tomorrow could be a different story.  I always know when a baby is coming.  I feel it in my bones.  I am not feeling like anyone is missing.  I am not looking for a baby.  But I hate to close the door in case one comes along that needs a family.   
Brandon and I still may pursue IVF again, but the Hell I go through to get nothing is stressful.  I have learned one thing through the years.  ”Never say Never.” 
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13
Nov

If you want to look like a porn star, you have to suck it up and take the pain like one.

Posted by Sandi in Mormons, sex

I am very HAPPY to announce that I am done with the LASER hair removal.  I don’t know if I have ever done anything more painful in my life…… Well, never-mind……the boob job hurt, the tattooed eye liner was horrible, the botox every 6 months sucks pretty bad too.  Maybe I should title this post, “The hell we go through to look half decent.”  Or “The extreme unfairness of being a woman!”  I have included pictures in this post for you to all enjoy the HELL!
This is my excruciating pain face.  I have four other pictures just like this one of LABOR

I have successfully gone through all five sessions (success means I didn’t die, and I didn’t kill the nurse. It doesn’t mean I didn’t cry and scream.) I went through four of them clean and sober. One of them I can’t remember and that was the best one of all.  
my very naughty child who is supposed to be holding my hand is TEXTING her friends.  

Being raised a Mormon, I don’t turn to the bottle for pain control or stress relief.  Even though I have given up trying to be a Mormon doesn’t mean that a lot of the crazy Mormon behaviors haven’t stuck with me throughout my adult life.  I don’t think drinking is the smartest thing I could take up at this point in time.  I know, based on the genetic pool I am working with and the chaos I have created to live life in, I would be SoCal’s biggest drunk in a matter of days. 
That being said,  the church never spent a lot of time preaching the harm of a little pill called Ativan (lorazepam).    Oh, can I take a minute and sing the praises of that little shot of whiskey conveniently turned to powder and packaged up for people like me?  I can still say I am not a drinker.  I am an “In the event of an emergency pill swallower.”
That third session was an emergency.  I had bravely tried to spread my legs twice before while the cute nurse Katie electrocuted every hair follicle in the nether-region.  But that day, I just couldn’t do it again.  I swallowed the pill.  Brandon drove me and took me to lunch and dropped me off for my session while he ran the kids to kindergarten.  He came back, drove me home and I woke up two days later from a drug induced fog!  I can’t remember that entire week.  The kids claim I was up and acting like a mom,  but I have ZERO recollection.  My life is too precious to miss out on.  The kids are growing,  I am happy.  I want to enjoy these moments.  I vowed to never drug myself again for pointless procedures.  If I wanted this done,  I needed to suck it up and act like a big girl.
So, I did it!  I am done.  I am done.  I am done.  I will say this, as horrible as it was, it is fabulous!  If you are tired of shaving and/or waxing.  This HELL is worth it.  It just takes a few days to actually be able to say that.  
A word of caution for the men that read my blog.  My brother, I am not allowed to name names here, because I asked him VERY nicely if I could share his story and via facebook, he said “NO!!!!!!”  Well anyway,  he attempted to do a crack and sack laser hair removal and he had far bigger concerns going on than just the pain that was being inflicted. 
When you are a guy and the nurse is a nineteen year old hottie with her hands all over you…….. YEAH…..  you get the picture.  She was trying to massage in the numbing cream and all the brother could say was, “Just zap me already!  Fire away.  I don’t need to be numb.”  He claimed the pain helped matters a little bit as did the ice packs,  but he never returned for his follow-up appointments.  He claims “Nair” is less humiliating!  Gotta love my family!     
My cute sister Ali is visiting from Utah and she couldn’t wait to watch me be tortured.
Look how cute they are in their goggles.
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12
Nov

My rules suck!

Posted by Sandi in 1989, Brandon, Mormons, facebook

My twenty year high school reunion is approaching and I learned I was on the missing person list. I found our high school web site and created my profile, and then proceeded to sit and read and re-read about all of my old friends.  I can’t believe it has been twenty years!  Talk about a blast from the past.  I thought the best way to get in touch and stay in touch will be to friend all of these high school people on Facebook. There is a group on Facebook for my high school and my year.  Piece of Cake.  

Now comes the Hell……I have been on Facebook for awhile now.  I have been there for parenting purposes only and when I tried to have and maintain an old male friend from my past, Hell, fire and damnation ensued.  Brandon decided to give me a taste of my own medicine. He quickly opened his Facebook account and found and added many friends.  FINE!  I didn’t care.  I cautioned him to be smart and careful.  But I wasn’t going to give him the grief that he felt he could give me.  Well, I am not trying to air Brandon’s dirty laundry,  I have enough of my own to keep this blog alive and kicking,  But I have to share this for the story to make sense.  
He got a little carried away and decided he could have friends if I had friends.  So he opened up a secret email account, and tracked down a woman from his past life he had met through chat rooms, and proceeded to email her and chit-chat back and forth.  WHY?  Because he thought I was doing it he claims.    
“HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMEN’S SCORN”  Brandon will testify to this.  I will edit a wee bit of this story now in case you all think I have no business being a mother to small children.  I would hate for one of you to call CPS because I am out of control. 
We had been to church that day for the second time in a year.  We were new to Ladera Ranch and the Mormons here were normal and pretty cool.  I thought we could give it a try and see if church could/would be something I was willing to add to my life.   This happened in the middle of the summer so my big kids were home and the seven computers in the family room had to be shared even more than usual.  Bronson was on my computer, so I sat down on Brandon’s.  I wiggled the mouse and brought the screen to life.  4benson at gmail dot com.  This was not an email I recognized.   What the ‘F’?
I start quizzing kids.  ”Which one of you has been on this computer?”  They all stare blankly at me.  I ask louder…”WHICH ONE OF YOU HAS BEEN ON THIS COMPUTER?”  I have their attention now.  They all start saying “NOT ME.”  Of course it isn’t them.  None of them are Benson’s.  I open up the email and find a Mandi Munchkin emailing Brandon.  I will say this, a woman knows in her heart of hearts when her man is up to NO effing good.  I had had a sick feeling all day and at that moment the passion in me turned to RAGE!  I started flipping out and running around the house looking for Brandon.   The entire thing ended up in a fist throwing (mine only) frenzy.  HELL HATH NO FURY!  
Well, that was quite some time ago.  I haven’t been back to church since. Look how much good going to church that day brought me.  Then again,  I think it may have brought me good.  I busted the little email fling/conversation that was going on pretty quickly.  But, Brandon is the churchy one in the family so I may just be punishing him by refusing to join him in Sunday school after his last shenanigan.    
Ok, now back to the present day.  Brandon has no Facebook, I have one for parenting.  I keep in touch with Bronson and Shay via Facebook often.  We settled the drama that happened in the summer and he vowed to never ever again open an email account I didn’t know about.  He promised he wouldn’t be chatting with people I didn’t know.  THANK YOU!
So last night Brandon comes into the family room to find me grinning like an idiot and chatting with a very old friend from my past,  a male friend no less!  Can you say dead meat? Or how about hypocrite? I try and justify away that this very incredible person I am talking to, has been my best friend since 5th grade.  DW and I go back so far we were learning times tables together. I haven’t seen or talked to him for twenty years and I was very happily catching up! DW and I spent our entire 5th and 6th grade on the phone and passing notes and bounding through the last few years of childhood as best buddies.  It didn’t matter, Brandon was not impressed with me, him or the fact that I was going against every rule I had ever laid down.     DAMN! Sometimes even my rules suck!
Do you know the divorce rate for second marriages is 64%.  I can tell you why.  When you come to a second marriage you know how extremely fragile a union is.  Even if you never want to go through a divorce again,  you now know how easy they are to get.  Things that break up second marriages are things we all bring to second marriages, distrust, other peoples children and ghosts from the past.  
I would have never cared a single bit in my first marriage if the ex had been chatting with high school friends.  I would have never thought twice about him leaving me for somebody else, or even cared.  In this marriage.  I feel like I need to lock Brandon up in a bubble and never allow him to leave the house.  Once someone finds out what a catch he is they will snatch him right out of this family just like I did to him.  Come on, if I am capable of stealing him, anyone is. 
These are the thoughts you have and bring to second marriages.  If I cheated before, I will do it again.  If he cheated before he will do it again.  He is a leaver,  I am a ass-kicker out of the houser.  
So my short love affair with DW is over. :(  I have to keep my chit chats in full view.  If any of you out there are trying to steal my heart, Brandon wants me to warn you all what it costs to support me and this crew.  None of you will even dare think about me!  
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11
Nov

I can only write when I am pissed off or upset!

I consider myself a pretty good writer when I am mad.  I have so many FANTASTIC emails to people and organizations that need a wake up call from good old me, that I could publish a book titled “poison emails.”   My mother would die, since a good share of them are to her. Sorry Mom.

I don’t have the same talent when my life is good and peaceful.  This blogging everyday for a solid month has been a big challenge on days when I am happy.  What do I have to say when I am not complaining?   
The election is over,  I don’t need to be screaming at the conservative republicans anymore. Prop 8 passed thanks a whole hell of a lot to my own damn church.  I can’t continue beating that dead horse, this is a democracy and the public has spoken. 
Brandon’s kids returned home safely to their mother in Utah, so I am not currently reflecting on my own past and divorce.  The pity party of being in a blended family ended last night, along with that, my creative writing ability.  
I am sure you are all tired of hearing the “woe is me” dripping off the keys of this keyboard.  I know I am tired of it.  But boy, I can write when I am upset.  
I think the fear may run deeper than I am willing to admit.  I don’t want this blog to turn into one of those “Mormon mommy blogs” that drip with gratitude and blessings and testimonies and blessings and blessings and blessings.  Don’t get me wrong, I have blessings.  I know it.  I have fourteen beautiful, amazing, children that I am so proud of and grateful for.  I have the most amazing man.  He is more than I or anyone could ever dream of.  But I want people to read my blog, and as a blog reader, I get tired of the gratitude journals and tired of hearing how perfect and amazing everyones husbands and children are.  This isn’t what gets and keeps readers. 
So let me take a moment to tell you-
1- I have naughty children. (not all of them, some are just teenagers)
2-I am not religious. 
3-My man might be fantastic, but he belonged to somebody else before/when I staked my claim.
4-  I have gone EXTREME CRAZY in just about everything.
a- Soooo many kids, and I may not be done.
b-Boarding school for my kids ( I did this mostly to get Bronson out of the Utah bubble he was living his sheltered life in.  I wanted him to see the world.) This was when the only person we knew that did boarding school was Harry Potter. 
c-Separated, divorced and remarrying in less than 6 months.
d-Giving my Ex one of my children in the divorce. As in relinquished my rights to that child.
e-Taking on kids with unknown diagnoses again and again.
f-Giving away everything we owned and moving to CA with nothing but the clothes on our backs. 
g-meeting Brandon on May 24th and moving him into my house on June 1st.  
So you can see I do have a lot to be grateful for and lots of blessings to count.  The first one, that I have remained out of the mental hospital thus far and hope/plan to continue to remain an outpatient only!  
I am going to work on writing everyday.  I will be positive as often and my life allows it.  When my life doesn’t allow the positive, you can all enjoy the good writing the drama/hell inspires.  
  
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10
Nov

If you could go back would you?

Posted by Sandi in 1989, Brandon, Mormons, The ex

If I had the chance to go back twenty years with the knowledge I have now at 37, would I do it? I often think about this and wonder if I would.  I think of the possibilities, of the outcome and opportunities missed because I would or could steer clear of them. 

There is a song called the “letter to me”  by Brad Paisley.   The song starts as he is writing to himself at fifteen.  ”If I could write a letter to me”……..He tells himself to get better grades and hang in there through the though times, the future is better and brighter.  Go hug the Aunt because she is not going to be here forever.  Listen to the teacher who is trying to mold your creative soul.  Don’t fight with your Dad,  ”Just assume your wrong and Dad is right.”  It goes on and on.  
My letter would read something like this.  
Dear Sandi,
You are about to ride the biggest roller coaster of your life.  GET OFF NOW!
Love, Sandi
OK, maybe that is a little extreme. Life is full of questions and this is one I don’t think I can answer.  Would I encourage myself to go looking for Brandon at seventeen?  Would I jeopardize the future of the kids I had with the ex?  Would I avoid the ex at all costs because I know the love isn’t going to last and fifteen years is a long time to waste?  Or would I make sure it did last and do everything in my power with the knowledge I have now to ensure the family unit remain strong and intact.  Could I honestly do that knowing Brandon and the love that we have together trumps everything?  
Maybe the letter would read something like this
Dear Sandi,
You have the habit of screwing up your life at just about every turn.  But you are amazingly apt at landing on your feet and coming out the HELL still alive and kicking.  I will say this, you do learn your lessons after the second or third time and I hope you get smarter faster with age.  
At thirty seven you are happier than you have ever been and seem surprisingly content.  Your life is full of love and drama, both things you still thrive on.  The road to thirty seven was both long and short.  The nights of heartache seem to drag for years, but the sunny days of joy and pleasure sweep by in seconds.  
Relish every moment.  Kids grow fast.  Friends and family drift in and out. Loved ones are not permanent fixtures.  Love is conditional no matter what anyone tells you.  Family members are not always in your court.  Friends pass judgement. Babies are not the answer to every problem.  The church is not always the place you are the happiest.  Keep thinking outside the box and dream big dreams.   All things are possible, it just takes years to get there.  And no matter where you are in life, or marriage, or relationship, make damn sure you are driving on I-15 on May 24, 2005.  NO MATTER WHAT!
Love, Sandi
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