Tuesday, September 10, 2013

To Butter on His 13th Birthday

Butter,

I'm going to go all cliché here for a minute... It seems like yesterday I brought you home from the hospital... And here you are... Turning 13. 

I sit back in awe and stare at the person you are becoming. You have a knack for so obviously pointing out... Well... The obvious, that it makes me laugh. Develop that, and you will make even the greatest curmudgeon smile. 

You have such a kind heart. Even at this age, you are willing to give a kid at the football field a dollar because he asked. It wasn't my money you were giving him, but money you earned with your sweat and hard work. You do everything in your power to make someone feel good about themselves, even if that means digging on yourself some. Pineapple looks up to you, and she does that because she knows that you will protect her. 

I have to admit, sending you back to a brick and mortar school this year scared me. I didn't want you to go through the same stuff that you went through before. It bothered me that I wasn't going to be able to protect you the way that I had for the past two years. I'm overjoyed that you are fitting in and doing so well. 

Even when your hormones rage and we clash like World War Three, I don't see the boy that I raised as much as I see this perfect creature standing in front of me. Your words and actions are from frustration, not really any ill will. 

I KNOW I don't say it nearly as much as I should, but Buddy, you are an amazing human being. Thank you for picking me to be your mom. 

Ready?


I wasn't ready to start beauty school. It was more a necessity than a want. Oh, I knew I was going to do something... Eventually... You know, after Pineapple went to Kindgergarten (yeah, we all knew I meant first grade). 

I'm glad I started when I did. 

Scared? That's one way to put it. I had to tell myself several times a day that I was a rock star (shoot, I still do). There is still so much information to absorb and honestly, there is a ton of personal refining I have to do. Staying at home for the past 11 years has depleted my tolerance for stupid people. 

But back to the picture...

You will never be ready... There will always be an excuse on why you should wait. Life doesn't wait. Life just keeps going. 

So do it... Whatever IT is. I did... And it's been amazing!

(I found the image on Pintrest, which links back to here: cupcakesforbreakfast.com)

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Three Months

It has been exactly three months since I have said anything about anything. 

It still amazes me how much can change in such a short amount of time. Because honestly, three months is nothing but a blink of the eye...

There have been some changes in our household, The Chef is back in the kitchen where he belongs (cooking real food for real people). Jelly started playing tackle football. Butter is all signed up for brick and mortar middle school. Banana is playing hockey for two teams this year... 

And I started back to school. 

At the grand ole age of 36, I enrolled myself into cosmotology school. Besides the instructors, I am the oldest one there. Is it wrong that I find almost a perverse joy in that? I will admit that in the beginning I was concerned about my age, but it disapated quickly. 

There is so much to learn. Cosmetology isn't just about "doing" hair. Of course that's a large part of it, but there are several other things you need to have a basic understanding of; anatomy and diseases are a given but you must also have a basic understanding of chemistry and electricity. Let's just say, I didn't think it was going to be a cake walk, but I didn't think there was going to be much, much more. 

I am actually rather proud of myself... and it's not just for the obvious reasons (doing something with my life, taking the steps to help relive the pressure my husband carries daily to provide for us, you know... the usual) but I have been selective in who I open myself up to.

That's not saying that I haven't bonded with anyone. I did (almost immediatly) to a girl that in the class directly ahead of me. She's 19 (so yes, if you are keeping track, I am indeed old enough to be her mother). As cliché as it sounds, if I had a little sister, I would like to think that she would be this girl. Simply put, she is just an amazing human. 

I have made "friends" with a few people there, but with my eyes wide open. I'm being extremely selective in those I choose to care about. Instead of ignoring the warning signs as I have done so many times in the past, I tread lightly. I owe it to myself. 

Who says you don't learn from your mistakes?

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

I'm Practically Giddy (or Finding Control)


For the past (few) year(s), you would hear me say some of the following (and sometimes multiple times a day):

"My kids don't listen."
"My kids don't do anything."
"Look at how I sacrifice!"

That's what I did. I complained... and I complained a lot. Bless ChipBeef (fka The Chef) and My Sister From Another Mother (forever now known as MSFAM). They put up with me... and they did it with smiles on their faces. It's nothing more than a gigantic pitty party for one. 

I'm 36 years old and I don't really like me. I am nothing more than a whiny, hot mess of a woman that is afraid of tomorrow. If I know what's going to happen, I can be prepared for it. I do nothing but hide in the comfort of negativity. If something went wrong, I knew it was going to happen. If it went right, it was just a matter of time before it all would go sideways again. 

Then something happened. 

Yesterday, Butter and Pineapple had gotten under my skin and I decided to deep clean my bed and bath rooms. As I looked around, I noticed the handprints on the wall, the dirt that had collected in the corners, and the dust that covered the top of my dresser. A veil that I hadn't even realized was clouding my vision lifted. The condition of my rooms was entirely all my fault... and I never saw it. With sudden clarity, I truly understood that I had absolute control over this.

We live in a house that is almost too small for us... and we all just have a lot of stuff. That being said, when one or two things are out of place, it turns into a disaster. I did nothing to maintain it because I knew in a matter of minutes, it would be back to the same mess that I had just picked up... so I just didn't. Two things would turn into five, five things would turn into 10... you get the idea. 

Then the following three things would happen in this order: 

1) The house would stay in a constant state of disarray,
2) I'd fuss after The Babes to pick up with my only direction being "Now",
3) I'd finally have enough, clean a room and then get discouraged when less than 24 hours later it was a disaster again. 

It is nothing more than a horrendous circle... a circle that breaks today. 

The Babes are only children, and they do things as children their age will do. They will occationally forget to put a trash bag in the can when they take the trash out. Sometimes, they will forget to take something upstairs when I asked them too. It's to be expected. I forgot that... or should I say I didn't see it. 

Don't misunderstand me, I am not my family's maid. The Babes will continue with chores... but this time with more direction from me. Instead of saying, "kitchen", they will be able to choose what they do, the only exception is their rooms. They can run a vacuum, and sweep a floor, but I will be the one on my hands and knees scrubbing the corners. 

I can also control the sess pool that my vocabulary has become. See, I swear... and I swear A LOT. My boys have also started to cuss... and I'm not talking about the occasional "damnit". Let me lay it down like this, if I swore in front of my mom the way the boys swear in front of me, I'd have dentures because she would have knocked all of my teeth down my throat. I do get after them about it, but it's still bad. It wasn't that they said anything particular lately, but it needs to stop. If they stop hearing it, they will stop saying it. There is also the fact that when ChipBeef and I first started dating, I didn't really cuss. He said it was one of the things that he first loved about me (and he has brought it up once or twice in the last 12 years) that it made me more of a lady. I like that. I don't have to swear like a sailor on leave in general everyday conversation. I am the only one who can control that... and I'm making a very conscious effort. 

I know it's two very simple things, and as  rediculous as it sounds I cant help but take extreme comfort In the notion that there are at least two things in this crazy world that I have complete control over. I feel better today than I have in a very long time. I'm practically giddy. 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

It has been forever

I don't even remember the last time I updated this blog. It's not that there hasn't been anything going on, there has been a whole lot going on, which is the reason why.

You ever get that "I'm completely overwhelmed and if I talk about it, everything is going to fall apart?" Yeah, that's pretty much where I was for the better part of a year. It's wasn't anything more than life... but life hurts at times.

ChipBeef (aka The Chef) has made a career change at the age of 41. He has obtained his CDL and will be driving a truck for a living. After 20+years in the food industry, he just got burned out, and burned out to a point where even thinking about stepping foot into a kitchen was hurting him more than helping us.

We were lucky enough that his first job out is with a company that says he'll be home on the weekends. I can't even begin to describe to you how much of relief that is. The babes are used to seeing him every few days (because of the countless hours spent at a restaurant) so it'll be old hat for the older 3. They will just have to help Pineapple adjust. I, on the other hand, would wait up for him to walk through that door. That is going to be hard.

There have been other things, but none of them are my stories in their entirety to tell. In time, as they impact my life in various ways, I'm sure they will come forth.

And I'm sure as I get used to this new chapter of my life, I'll post more because there will be more to talk about, more to discuss.

Till then...

Friday, July 27, 2012

Sometimes "The Man" Pushes Harder


Last year, after many hours of discussion, The Chef and I decided to pull Butter out of the traditional brick and mortar school and we enrolled him into an online charter school. For a while it was great. Things were more rigid than what the school had led me to believe I expected, but overall it wasn't that bad. That is until we hit the Earth Science unit. It wasn't coming easy to him like the other units were, and the only cool experiment was completed and filed away Long story short, he struggled... completely bombed a test and ultimately ended up with a 67%. According to the school that was a "failing" grade, and the school expelled him.

So, I went ahead and put together a traditional homeschooling plan (because there wasn't any I could justify sending Butter back to an environment where his teachers considered him a bother and other kids thought he was a punching bag) and submitted it to my local school district. In talking to other homeschooling parents in my area, they said it wasn't uncommon for it to take weeks for any sort of notification to come back to the parent. 


3 weeks after he was expelled (and 1 week after I had mailed out my notification letter to the district) I received a letter from the district's truancy office asking me why Butter wasn't at school. I call the officer and told him that I am homeschooling, etc. and he says "Great. Just wait for your notification."


Then everything imploded.
Yeah, kinda like that


The truancy officer started to call almost daily saying that the district never received my intent letter (my 
mistake was not sending the thing certified). He demanded that I gave him our address because he had stopped by the old house (Oh yeah, we moved across town) to do a home inspection. Our conversations consisted of him speaking down to me, telling me what a horrible parent I was because Butter wasn't in a brick and mortar school, I in turn, would talk to him as if I were trying to explain something to Pineapple. 


**Pop Quiz**
Because I was being a pain in the ass difficult, and wouldn't give into the bully, he called.... 

  1. The Chef (cell and work Numbers were school contact numbers)
  2. My Mom (emergency contact for school)
  3. My Mother-in-Law (emergency contact for the school)



If you answered "The Chef" you are completely wrong. He thought tattling talking to my mom was the best course of action. It didn't take long for him understand that he was going to get even less from her, no matter how nice/sweet/faux caring he tried to be. This got his panties even more in a twist and he started calling me again, but this time, he started to email me as well. Because the condensation that he unsuccessfully used before didn't get the desired response, he turned into flat out intimidation.  



I'm just going to leave this gem of an email here:

"Contact me immediately with [Butter]'s current enrollment status, and updated residency information. Failure to enroll [Butter] into school will result in the arrest of the parent/guardian."

"I'm going to have you arrested. Give me your address."

ha ha ha... right on top of that buddy
In all seriousness, all he had to do was a reverse look up of my phone number. We took it with us.


The Chef and I had MANY a... conversation.... about this. He kept telling me this wasn't the hill I was supposed to die on... and while I understood what he was saying, the thought of sending Butter back there was making me sick. 

I *knew* we were going to have to enroll him back into the brick and mortar school. I just waited until we absolutely had too. When I finally did, there was just over a month left. 


-o-o-o-

A week or so after school lets out for summer,  my mom calls me and tells me that I was served with a summons. I was being charged with Contributing to the Delinquency of a minor, and Failure to Send. Both are First Degree misdemeanors (in my state). The max. penalty was $1500, 6 months jail time, and 500 hours of community service. 

HOLY CRAP! I was getting charged...

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

It's.... Valentine's Day?

I do this thing for Valentine's Day...

I get my babes fancy lunches and give them a card that tells them that I love them more than anything in the world. I started doing it when Butter was in Kindergarten, and I have never missed a year...

...until this year.

Valentine's Day just snuck up on me this year. In fact I didn't even realize that today was the 14th until Banana spoke up at bed time last night and said, "I need 21 Valentine's, Mom."

Crap. "Jelly! How many Valentine's do you need?"

"I don't know. 100?" 

He got The Look.

"18 I think?"

Think? Double Crap.

So after the house had quieted down, and all the animals with both two and four legs were tucked soundly in their beds, I set off to work to make 21 (22 because it's a nice round number) girly-ish valentines for Banana, and 18 (20, because the word think is bouncing around in my head) boy-ish valentines for Jelly. 

Once I got the concept down, they took no time to put together. All it really took was substitution for boy-ish patterned paper with rock star/glam patterned paper. 

Voila, 42 valentine's for children class parties.

BUT

I just completely forgot. My stupid tradition that I started all those years ago, and I forgot about it. Butter, Banana, Jelly, and Pineapple received no special lunches, and no cards to tell them how much I love them.

I tried to make it up to them by making them pink chocolate chip pancakes and sausage for dinner. A special "Valentine's Dinner". Even though they said they enjoyed it, even though they thought is was hillarious to be eating pink pancakes, There was no magic moment at the cafe table, your mom telling you... JUST YOU... that she loves you...

I won't forget next year. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

I'm going to try

I don't have the willpower (like most people I know) to carry through with resolutions. So I am going to try... it's the most that any of us can do.

I'm going to try... to look on the brighter side of things. I used too. I know I can again.
I'm going to try... to be better towards my fellow man even if they are not better towards me.
I'm going to try... to keep the promises I make to myself.
I'm going to try... to follow through with my projects.
I'm going to try... to be more productive.

What are you going to try and do with this year?

Saturday, December 31, 2011

What I learned in 2011

Normally this post is about the awesome things that made this past year great. Unfortunately, 2011 had been a cruel master and I can only think of a handful of things that would make that list. So in keeping with the Top Ten tradition that has become my end of the year post, I give you this:


Top Ten Things I Learned in 2011
(in no particular order)


10. For every thing you do, there will always be someone telling you that it isn't good enough, you're not good enough, it was okay but it would have been better if you did it this way. If you let those people infect you, you too will become toxic. 

TL;DR Toxic people suck, and eventually they need to be cut out of your life like a limb that has gangrene. 


9.  Just because you acknowledge that things are the way that they are, doesn't mean that you have to be okay with it. You have every right to be upset, angry, and as disgusted. Coming to terms with the situation let's you actually move, and not just tread water. It's up to you if you move forward or backward.

TL;DR Acceptance isn't a synonym for capitulating.


8. My grandmother taught me not to hate people. She told me that it is easier to hate people than it is to love them. "Hate" she said, "is easy. It takes no energy. It is the laziest, loneliest way to live." I can honestly say that I have never felt that way towards anyone... until this year. She was right, HATE IS EASY. It was such a wonderful feeling, and I held onto it. Eventually though, I realized that by hating these people, it meant that I still cared. I was continuing to let them hurt me because I still cared enough to feel anything towards them, even if it was something as ugly as hatred. 

TL;DR Apathy is better than Hate.


7) I always say that "loyalty" is one of my negative traits. I love passionately, ferociously and with all of my being. Once you reach the inner circle and I call you friend, I am one of those people that will defend you even when I know you're wrong, and give you the last five dollars in my pocket. I have very friends who don't turn into family, and because once I love you, I give you my power. In 2011, two people used my love for them for toilet paper. After a while, the woman I have loved like a sister since I was old enough to remember, pointed out to me that I was keeping people at arms length, and pushing others away. She told me that I was overly guarded, like I couldn't trust her anymore. 

TL;DR Trust is a fragile thing.


6) Even as a child I have loved nail polish (even though I couldn't put any on in the house because my mom is severely allergic and it would send her straight into an asthma attack). They have always been weak, brittle things that pealed. One of the first things I did when I moved into my own place was buy nail polish, and I learned how to take care of my nails so they grow and be strong. It beome a ritual with me: Sunday night was mani/pedi night. Somewhere along the way this year, I just stopped doing it. Sunday just became another night, and I neglected them, night after night, week after week, and am now showing the wear. They are short, and frayed and just over all icky... and I put a coat of polish on them last night. I didn't buff them and smooth them out. I just slapped on a coat of clear and called it a night. But today, seeing them shine a little in the light, just knowing that it's there raised my mood immensely. I couldn't believe that I had stopped ever doing it. 

TL;DR Remember to do that one small thing that makes you happy.


5) When there is something dramatic going on in your life, it's all encompassing. It's all you can think about, it's all you can deal with, and you go to those closest to you, just so you don't have to hear your thoughts anymore. You talk with them, they do whatever their designated role is (listen/offer advice/etc.). You might even get a free beer or two out of the deal. Just be careful that you don't end up becoming that one guy at the office, or in your group who tells the same one story so many times that it can be recited it by memory.

TL;DR Shut up, people have their own stuff too.


4) After putting in over 140 job applications for anything and everything you can think of, and not getting a single face to face interview (if the emails saying you don't have the right qualifications to mop the floor don't make you scratch your head, how about the follow up phone call that basically said was that they aren't  getting hire you for a dish washer position because your husband is a chef. Yeah, that last one didn't happen to me, but to a friend), telling yourself that your state has an unemployment rate of 9% only works for so long. I did hear about a place, and I went in to talk to the guy. I'm a regular so he knows my face. I told him I needed a chance. He understood that. We'll wait and see, but it has been the most promising of things for a job outside of the house that I have had since I started looking for a job. 

TL;DR It really is who you know.


3) The Chef and I have never really had a 2 year old, meaning that what people have described as the "Terrible Twos" I have never witnessed first hand. Pineapple has decided to show us all of the great times we were missing out on. She throws tantrums. She is stubborn. She will make herself cry and blame her brothers. She will make herself cry and blame the dog. She eats one thing at dinner, but has to have everything on her plate. She thinks that "no" applies to everyone but her. She wants what you have until you give it to her, and then she gives it to the dog. She gets mad if you don't do whatever it is she wants you to do Right. This. Second. She will make herself cry and blame her sister. She will ride our American Bulldog like a pony (I blame the dog for this because the dog lets her). She is frustratingly adorable, and there has been many a day this past year that she has made me smile despite all of the problems. 

TL;DR A babies laugh can make everything right in the world.


2) When things were at it's worse this year, The Chef and I had many a well wisher say to us, "There's always a light at the end of the tunnel." (It's been turned off due to budget cuts.), "It could be worse" (You're right. It could be. Check back with me tomorrow and I'll tell you how it got worse.), and the classic "Things will get better." (Yeah, I know this, but that doesn't really help me today now does it?) But during all of it, one of my dearest friends reminded me why I love her as much as I do. I was talking to her on the phone, and told her of the latest crisis that had happened. To which she responded with "You're life sucks, Alicia. It just blows." She wasn't being sarcastic, she meant it. She wasn't being mean, she was just stating fact. I can't tell you have happy it made me for her not to blow smoke, and just be with me, for me, 1000% on my side. We have always been candid with each other, and we are always on each other's side.

TL;DR You need that 100% honest friend who will always have your back.


1) We did experience a grand act of kindness this year. It wasn't asked for but offered. It's hard to remember that there is good things, good people in your world, when the universe is busy knocking your feet out from underneath you (did I mention that it likes to point and laugh at you too?). It was something that in the grand scheme of things didn't really matter, but it mattered to us. 

TL;DR Even when the light is off at the end of the tunnel, sometimes people come by with a flashight. 

Friday, December 30, 2011

Why I haven't been blogging

I realized I turned my blog into a monstrosity. It was just painful to look at. I'm not quite sure what exactly I was thinking, but I know that it was defiantly one of those nights when sleep was running on the low side.

I like my header and hate it all at the same time... although I will more than likely change it too.

But at least now, with the background gone, I might come back more... post more. You know, the awesome little things like that.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

11 years in... things still change

As far as parents go, I have to say I'm pretty damn lucky. I have a mom who is was all up in my business, and a dad who still teaches taught me about the "real world". From her I learned how to stay strong when my babes are playing every card they have hoping I will cave, and from him I learned to question authority, even if I had to follow the rules. Between the two of them, I learned what kind of mom I was going to be. A delicate mix of authoritarian and friend, caregiver and teacher. It's what I know, and I have never, ever, questioned it. 

But, as I have come to learn, and more importantly understand, all of my babes have a healthy dose of The Chef in them. Although I see more of me in some than I do the others, they are not copies of me. What worked for my parents in raising me, isn't always going to work with my babes. I never was 100% satisfied with the job I was doing as their parent. It felt as if something was missing from the core skill set that had been ingrained in my being from my own childhood. I could never quite put my finger on what was "wrong", so I consequently dismissed it as the baggage that all parents carry with them.

Then, while doing something completely different, I stumbled across this video. Watch the first 45 seconds or so if you don't want to watch the entire thing (The video is 8 mins, but worth it). 



You own you. No one else owns you. 


This struck a chord inside of me, and although I had accepted my (perhaps imagined) shortcomings as a parent, a thousand light bulbs were suddenly turned on. 

Even though I had not meant to treat my babes as "lesser" entities, I had been. I had been treating them like they were an extension of both The Chef and I, and not the individuals that they are. I had been treating them as possessions. I had always known that they were their own people, but now I understand that they are their own people...

... and it has changed the way I parent them.

For instance: not that I was ever free with my hand across their bum for a spanking, but I would be lying if I said that I never did it, (and click this link for an explanation of why/how I did it) I doubt very seriously that I will ever raise my hand to Pineapple. Even at her tender age of 22 months, I do not own her.  

I never thought that parenting was static. I believed that certain fundamentals would always exist, but being awakened the way that I have been, has filled me with equanimity, and that is something that has been missing for far too many years.



(End Note: I know what the video is. It describes the Philosophy of Liberty as defined by the Libertarian Party (and just in case you didn't know, I am a Libertarian). You can find out more about Libertarians HERE and the Libertarian Party HERE). 



Monday, September 12, 2011

What I've been up too

I have been keeping myself busy... and it's not with paper. And if I ever think about it, at the right time, I may actually take a picture of it.

Let's just say, I feel extremely satisfied.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

A Letter to Pineapple

Dearest Pineapple,

We need to talk.

You know I love to party with you. I adore it, and with your brothers and sister being home on summer break, it's been a big wet towel on our escapades. We really haven't had the time to hang mono e mono. Sweetness, I understand, I do. Trust me, watching Bubble Guppies without you isn't something I would do.

Your plan, elegant in it's simplicity, is why it went so well for the last couple of nights. It was completely brilliant to scream at the top of your lungs at 3 am, because you knew I'd come to you. Your cheerful "Hi!" and wave as I opened your door... I tip my hat to you ma'am because you know that when you scream like someone is trying to kill you, that I will be there within seconds... and I always will be.

Pineapple, it has to stop. It's not that I don't enjoy the 3 to 4 hours of being exhausted to the point that I can feel a migraine tickling the back of my brain with just you. It's fantastic that you are wound up, wanting to sing and dance and yell at me if I close my eyes for longer than a simple blink. There is nothing I love more than to have cheerios shoved into my mouth (or nose, or ears) cuddle you.

We need to stop getting together in the middle of the night like this. For the love of Maude it needs to stop. You will thank me for this one day, maybe not tonight, as I rub your back and tell you to go back to sleep, maybe not tomorrow, when you are mad at me and give me the attitude that only a budding 2 year old is capable of... but probably the day after when you don't take a 5 hour nap and will actually be awake in the afternoon we are cuddled up on the couch watching none other than the Bubble Guppies.


Monday, July 25, 2011

Grace in Small Things: Day Seven

Today marks my first week posting over at Grace in Small Things. It's not as hard as I first expected it to be. In fact, when I missed Day Four, I almost got out of bed to post, but I waited until the morning. I posted those graces before I could forget them, before I even had my first cup of coffee.

Right now, it's just lists of five things, no meaning behind them, just my random observations through the day. I am sure that there will be one or two that will have me puking all over it, but in all honesty, keeping it at just a list is enough. It has helped... and for all the fancy ways to describe it, I just FEEL happier.

I can't say that I am back to 100% yet, but I'm working on it. It'll happen.

I'm going to continue to post over at GiST my dailies, on Sundays, I will start off the new week.












If you want to read my dailies, check out my blog over at GiST.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Banana has been on this kick of wanting to watch scary movies. Her best friend (who has just moved out of state) watched and told her about Paranormal Activity. She begged me to watch it when she found out that The Chef and I had it recorded on his DVR to watch for one of our stay-at-home date nights. I told her no more than once because I *knew* it would scare her. But still she begged, she told me all about it, and pleaded her case to both The Chef and I. This time it wasn't just me telling her no, she got the same answer from her dad.

Well tonight, being a Friday there was nothing on the television. I suggested a movie, and seeing that Paranormal Activity was only an hour and a half, The Chef pressed play, and I looked at her and a smile was pulling at the corners of her mouth. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to see it. She nodded yes, her eyes fixed on the screen, her lovey placed gently at her side.

She was doing great until The Chef said, "Whoa". She climbed up into my lap, holding her lovey tight to her chest. We watched a few more minutes, and I whispered in her ear, "It's ok if you are scared. If you want to go and watch TV in the other room, we won't tease you." But she stayed strong... that is until the last 2 minutes. She stood up and said "I'm outta here", and she walked out. I suggested watching one of the Hannah episodes that is recorded on the front room TV. The Chef and I half laughed, and suddenly the movie was over, and I have never been so glad that she had decided to leave. She missed the last 15 seconds, and The Chef and I both agreed that it would have been THAT which her nightmares would be made of. She walked back into the room, and we told her that she had made it, that she had watched the entire thing.

She got to watch two Hannah episodes, and we sent her to bed with hugs and kisses and telling her to think good, happy thoughts...



... and she ended up sleeping on the couch.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Grace in Small Things The First One

Because the Universe in her wisdom has decided to smack me and mine around, I need something to remind me why people smile.. that the glass is actually half full... and all that... stuff.

The idea behind Grace in Small Things (GiST), you are supposed to post 5 things everyday, for a year. I know I have to work up to that. (Yeah, I MAY eventually finish the 30 days of Blogging) So I am going to go with 5 things today... and we'll take it from there.









(Thanks to Heather for her ability to call Perfect Timing)

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Saturday, July 16, 2011

To Banana on her 9th Birthday

Hello Sweetheart.

I find the older that you get, the harder it is to write you these letters. Not for any other reason than, I am running out of words to describe the awesomeness that is you. You laugh when you should cry, you jump when you're nervous, you like being the center of attention (like is an understatement), and you have your father's wit and your great grandmother's ability to tell people to go to hell, and they thank you when you're done.

You have this uncanny knack of being able to tell if something isn't quite right, and you do everything in your power to try and make it right, even if it borders on being annoying. You care for things, and when you grieve, it's deeply with your whole heart. You have amazing superpowers, and don't even know it.

You have decided to let your hair grow, and that is in part to your dad whispering into your ear at night. Although he understands that if it's short it's easier to take care of... even though I have to remind you daily to brush it. When I apply dye to my hair, you beg to let me dye yours. (NO) Your nails are always done, and you beg me to let you use my nail polish (Yes), and you love skirts, and lace, and being frilly... but you also love mud, and throwing down with your brothers.

When you want to do something, you give with all your heart... and I know what kind of problems that can bring years down the road, I can't stop you from that either.

You are destined for amazing things... just keep being you.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

30 Days of Blogging: Day 12, Day 13 and Day 14

Day 12: Something you don't leave the house without

My Phone

As I told you in a previous post, I didn't want to give up my "pay as you go" phone, because it wasn't registered, and "The Man" didn't know who I was. BUT, The Chef and I were at a point where the pay as you go airtime was no longer worth it (and with the promise that the new restaurant was going to pay for them... take a guess how many times that happened***) we took the plunge and went and bought good phones... smart phones... and now I am so dependent on it, that if I leave the house to check the mailbox, I feel lost (I'm really not that bad, but close). For someone who didn't want to be tracked, I sure have swallowed it hook line and sinker.

I'm an addict.


Day 13: Photo that makes you laugh

Jelly


Day 14: Website you love to visit

There are a few websites that I visit daily... but the most entertaining of them by far is Fark.com. So many just different things on there, and the titles of the stories are piss your pants laugh out loud funny. Enjoy... you won't be disappointed.






***If your answer was ZERO, you are correct. Here's your cookie.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

30 Days of Blogging: Day 9, Day 10 and Day 11

Still playing catch up....

Day 9: Your Favorite Quote

Being a scrapbooker and a card maker... I have a ton of them. Here are 3 err... I mean 4:

"Hope is the dream of the soul awake" ~French Proverb

"A girl should be two things, classy and fabulous" ~CoCo Chanel

"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What? You too? I thought I was the only one'" ~C.S. Lewis

"How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie- people claim they want to be free- everyone insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free- they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?" ~Jim Morrison



Day 10: Something you're afraid of

There are several ways I can answer this... You chose which way I'm going...

I'm afraid of taking a shower when The Chef isn't home. I have watched one too many of those stupid "home alone, the psycho-killer breaks into the house" movies and shows.

Now you know one of my dirty little secrets.



Day 11: TV Shows you are currently addicted too

Oh wow... I'm a TV addict.... but to say I'm addicted to a show... That's a rough one. Several I can live without... but here are the ones I get testy about if the babes erase them off of the DVR.

Eat Street on the Cooking Channel (It's all about great street food here in the US)
Nurse Jackie on Showtime (Jackie is a RN, a wife and mom, and she's also an addict.)
Top Chef (all of the various incarnations of it... right now it's Top Chef Masters.)
Sanctuary (Helen Magnus doesn't age, and helps the mutants of the world)
Oddities (LOVE this show. It's all the weird stuff that our parents warned us about.)

30 Days of Blogging: Day 6, Day 7 and Day 8

I'm just combine them all because I want to be on track for Friday's post, I'm a slacker I know, but what do you do?

Play catch up, that's what you do. So....

Day 6: A random picture that makes you happy
by *crimson-diablo on deviantART
It's the entire Stargate Cast through the 10 years done in this little people style that I adore. Yes, I'm a geek... but it makes me happy.



Day 7: Favorite Books (In no order)






Day 8: A place you have traveled to

Mt. St. Michel

Notre Dame


Musee D'Orsay
And what is most excellent about the last one, is that the museum is online. Check it out here.