Sunday, August 23, 2015

is anyone out there?

It has been so long since I blogged. So much so that I let my domain expire and it isn't easy to reinstate it…things become more complicated with technology sometimes you just give up. And that is what I am doing now on the domain, giving up and I hope that I can get my monday back.

I will be back here.

Friday, June 15, 2012

A new adventure

Thanks to all who come here and read my posts. I love writing and this is my way of practicing the craft and making fun of my life all in one stroke.

I have begun a new adventure thought. As I edge closer to 40, I feel it is time to figure out what I want to do with my life. If you have ever tried to answer that question, I hope you agree with me that it is not an easy task to do. I feel it is especially hard since I live with a man who is doing what he loves and is really really good at it.

I am hoping that this next step leads me in the direction of finding out what I want to do, and I hope that you still follow me, post comments, and pass on my link.

So here it is:

My new website, and location of my blog. Please visit and roam around. I took all the things I love to do and combined it into one site. Interior design, cooking, writing about my family and getting my hands dirty in the garden. I also joined forces with my mother since she is such an arty person in a completely different way than I am.

There aren't too many posts there just yet, but stick with me and hopefully you will find things that work for you, or at least give you a jumping board to some inspiration you were needing in your everyday life.

Thanks again for the support in the last year and please bookmark and share my new site!

lots of love

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Birthday cake

When I was little the big thing I always looked forward too on my birthday was the cake. Ok, presents were always good also, but the cake lasted and was always homemade and delish. It was also always a given that the person the birthday cake was for got the first, and last piece. If it wasn't a rule, then I at least followed it.

My birthday was this past Saturday and my husband came through with a Mrs. Goodman's cake. (I am still waiting for the year that he braves it and makes a cake from scratch with the kids for me.) Luckily he got a small one, because I ate a slice after my kids sang to me, then I ate a piece after they went to bed. The next day I ate three slices, yes three. I can't stay away from cake it just pulls me in. Besides, birthday cake tastes better than any cake, any day of the year.

Monday was Kadence's birthday. There was once slice of my cake left so I saved it for the next day and ate the cupcakes I got for Kadence's family celebration.

You might want to sit down for this next part.

Kadence had her 3rd year dr. appt. this morning so I took her and Jakob and the only thing on my mind on the way back was that last piece of birthday cake waiting for me in the fridge. I got home, went straight in the house, straight to the fridge, grabbed the cake box, a fork and opened the box.


There were two measly bites sitting on the ring the cake had been previously. They looked as if they were left there as an after thought. They were the ohh, I am too full, I can't finish bites. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was as if I opened a bag of chips and there was literally nothing but one tablespoon of crumbs left in the bag. Now who does that?

I opened the garage door and screamed out to everyone: "WHO ATE MY LAST PIECE OF CAKE?" The steam was pouring from my ears and my eyes were blazing red. If I had been recorded, one would believe me to be possessed. I see Rick look up and say that it was him...if looks could kill.

I can't believe it... of all people... my husband, my own husband ate my last piece of birthday cake.

There needs to be payback. I deserve some type of retribution of this heinous crime...

Saturday, May 19, 2012

I had to share this post from Facebook by my cousin Bailey. His words ring very true, and I stand by them. I feel as a society we need to move forward and not backward. Learning to accept everyone for who they are and not forcing everyone into what we feel they should be.

Bailey's post:

Just in case the Georgetown Times doesn't post my response...

Mr. Brock,
Your recent opinion article on the topic of same-sex marriages saddened me. Not only as a gay man, but as a forward thinking American citizen, I whole-heartedly disagree with you on your views. No matter what kind of intentions President Obama had for announcing his support of same sex marriage, he will be relieved one day when he finds his beliefs to be on the right side of history.
You say, “The biological premise of the joining of one man and one woman is propagation of the species.” If that’s true, why should elderly people be allowed to get married? Or heterosexual couples who can’t conceive children? Should they be banned from marriage and the rights that come with it because procreation will not be apart of their matrimony? I probably shouldn’t even venture into the topic of same-sex couples adopting; God forbid the millions of children in orphanages and foster homes find a loving and caring home.
Also just in case you are unaware, animals have no legal standing in the sense of marriage. They physically don’t have the capacity to sign a marriage contract. To me, your point insinuating that same-sex marriages will lead to other “kinky arrangements”, sounds like a cheap blow stemming from a societal fear to accept something that may appear to be “uncommon.”
And if you think gay couples will ruin the sanctity of marriage, what do you think about Britney Spears’ 55-hour marriage to Jason Allen Alexander or Newt Gingrich’s three marriages? Why aren’t you writing letters about Kim Kardashian’s display of ostentatious exploitation of the holy sanctity of marriage? These marriages certainly seem to be preserving the idea of a holy matrimony.
As a former college professor, I shouldn’t have to school you by making you aware that church and state are separate entities. Although marriage has religious connotations and practices, the word is one defined by our government. Marriage grants benefits that civil unions do not.
How exactly would legalizing same-sex marriage directly affect your own marriage? Where in Connecticut or Massachusetts, among other states, has same-sex marriage led to negative consequences? Maybe you think legalized same-sex marriage will increase the likeliness of making your children or grandchildren gay. Might it lead to the demise of your own marriage? I have a simple answer for you: No. Straight couples conceive gay babies. Regardless of whether or not same-sex marriage is legalized, gay children will still be born and will still want to be treated as equal citizens. Just imagine, as impossible as you may claim it would be, that someone in your family was gay- would you honestly want the government and society to be able to deny them happiness, and even more importantly societal acceptance?
I don’t think you have any idea the kind of torture it is to grow up in a society that doesn’t view you as legitimate. Hearing people claim that it is a phase or a disease that can be cured makes homosexuality appear toxic to a child. How many children committing suicide will it take to get people like you to realize it’s not a choice? This fundamental fight for marriage isn’t just about wanting equal rights. It’s teaching children to accept others and to bring our country to a new level of compassion and pride. If the Civil Rights Movement serves as any kind of example, it shows that decisions involving minorities should not be left up to the majority.
Also, I don’t “embrace” the gay lifestyle. I was born gay. It is just another one of my labels: white, southern, student, etc. Being gay doesn’t define me; it only classifies my sexual orientation. The sooner our society realizes and accepts this, the closer we will be to a land true to its words of “all men are created equal.”
You may find my response cynical, but I’m just trying to set you straight, no pun intended, on the issues I have with your article. Humans are fortunate enough to understand how to love, no one should be judged for how they direct that love.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

who does the world revolve around?

Mornings can be very interesting.

This morning did not disappoint.

Jakob and Kadence wanted apple juice for breakfast instead of milk. Rick didn't want to give them apple juice because he felt that was just weird. He wouldn't drink apple juice for breakfast, so why should they. I laughed and told him that this isn't Rick's world and it doesn't revolve around him.

"what!?" Rick turns to Jakob and asks: "Jakob, does the world revolve around me?"
"No." was Jakobs reply.

So Rick decided to ask him who the world revolved around. I was minding my own business making my breakfast when I heard Jakob say "mommy."

Let me tell you, that is one smart little kid.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Lady, are you crazy?

I had a stroke of insanity today and took Kadence and Jakob with me to Easton so I could return a few items. We went to Macy's and the cashier gave them both a square of bubble wrap to pounce on while we did our exchange thing. We held hands and walked across Easton to the train exhibit so they could run back and forth, back and forth, back and forth to watch as much of the train as they could. We rushed into Barnes and Noble so they could both go to the bathroom, even though as soon as they walked in both said they didn't have to go. Yes, I was that woman sounding exasperated as she pleaded with her kids to "just try to go", yes I was the woman who it must have sounded like I was abusing my kids as they said "stop it mommy! Leave me alone mommy!" as I coaxed them into going to the bathroom because not 10 seconds ago they both grabbed themselves and shouted "I have to go!!"

We said goodbye to the train and as the both started moaning about how hungry they were, my brain quickly assessed the parent to child ratio. I decided to risk it and took them to Max and Erma's. It was typical, they fed off of each other and my hair was standing on end by the time we left.

Obviously I needed more. I took them into the Aveda store, told them nicely that this was a "no touch store." I Grabbed what was needed as my kids were tackling each other and moving shelf tags around and made my way to the cash register. The very lovely aveda lady then asks if I would like to take part in the hand treatment she was about to give two customers.

I looked at the kids, I looked at her, and I imagined what the store would look like after I finished the treatment. One word: Disaster waiting to happen. (ok so it wasn't one word, but disaster needed help being described.)

Meanwhile, my kids are being unruly and I keep telling them to "get over here!" "Don't touch that!" "stop that!"

I point to the both of them and shake my head no. Then I politely say "If you want your store to remain looking like this, I best not." while what I really wanted to say was: "LADY! are you CRAZY! look at my hethens! imagine how they would be if I sat over there with my hands in a bowl of soapy water for 10 minutes!" That is NOT what I call relaxing.

I left the store with product in hand and her store still in tact. As we three walked hand in hand to the car I thought how spoiled I was when I just had Krischan. He would have sat there quietly while I did the hand treatment. How foolish I was to think he was so good because of my parenting skills. How foolish I was to look at other parents who had the crazy unruly children, and think "take control!"

Trying to take control of two free-spirited kids is like trying to coax a tornado on a different path than the one heading toward your home.

My dishwasher died.

A couple of weeks ago our dishwasher was a loud raucous annoyance. It didn't used to be, it was one of those "quiet" dishwashers. Well, we use it so much I think we kind of slowly started killing it. It got louder and louder as the years passed, till it was at the point it was a couple of weeks ago.

I am not kidding. It was so loud I would only run it when I was leaving the house. You couldn't even watch a movie because it would over power the movie.

Then one day, we noticed it was back in it's quiet mode. Dishes looked clean, and they were...for a week. Yesterday I opened the dishwasher to put the dishes away and noticed they weren't even close to clean. There was a big pile of detergent just sitting on the bottom of the washer. Doesn't the soap know that it needs to get up into the dishwasher to clean?

So this is my thought. Screw calling someone to fix it. We know that story, it costs just as much to fix it than to buy a new one. I say we buy two dishwashers. That way if one dies, I won't spend all day washing dishes that piled up while the dishwasher was supposedly cleaning another pile of dirty dishes.

I think I have perma raisin fingers now.

Yeah, I like that idea...two dishwashers. Why not?