“Mom, you’re lying! There’s no way that Gumma (grandma) would ever do those things. She’s perfect! She’s so sweet! She doesn’t know how to tease!” These were the words that spewed out of my daughters mouth last night after telling her some of the things that my mother…her Gumma (grandma) did to me as a kid that brought her much joy & laughter. To which I responded with a quote from Bill Cosby “That’s not the same woman I grew up with. You’re looking at an old person who is trying to get into heaven now!” Let me explain…READ MORE »
This is probably thee scariest post I have written thus far. Actually, if I’m being completely frank, its the most difficult thing for me to talk about in general. It’s something that I decided after each time it happened that I wouldn’t tell another living soul. There were times where the topic had come up in conversation by others throughout my life & I would sort of say “Ya, I’ve had something similar happen to me” but would never go into any sort of detail or I would play it down or in most cases not say anything at all. It wasn’t until after I was married did I finally tell the whole truth. I’ll never forget where I was when I told my husband. We were walking into the grocery store out of all places. I knew what I was saying to him was actually indeed big deal because of how big his eyes got then was followed with a warm embrace. No words were said from him. That was the first time that I knew & had confirmation by someone else that what happened to me was bad. I made him swear that he wouldn’t tell another living soul as I felt shame, embarrassment & responsibility for what transpired years earlier. We only talked about it-in depth-that one time almost 12 years ago, until just recently again as its resurfaced. But he understood enough back then, the reasons as to why I am the way that I am. Or why I handle certain situations a certain way. Or why my outlook on a particular scenario is the way that it is. We both know & acknowledge that it could have been worse. That there are people that have endured so much more horrific experiences than mine. But I’ve come to realize that even if it is indeed minuscule in comparison to others; what happened to me was still bad. It was still traumatic. I luckily do not lose sleep over it like many (thank goodness) but it’s always there. Its a wound that is healing but I know that I will be left with a scar. It changed me.READ MORE »
We’ve been told our entire lives that lying is bad. Lying is a sin. Lying suggests that you’re a person who cannot be trusted. Lying is something that dishonest people do. Lying is done by a person that doesn’t have any morals. While yes these are all true, I want a minute to point out that there is a grey area in lying. Yes; there is indeed a grey area. I don’t suggest doing this on a normal basis. Only in a state of emergency should a parent do this. You will know when there is no other way. You will know when the grey area presents itself & when to take full advantage of it. The grey area comes in the form ofREAD MORE »
It put’s the lotion on it’s skin
Imagine this. You’re lying in bed & almost asleep. You’ve had a long day tending to your long list of daily responsibilities. Bed is a welcome relief. You take a deep breath in & exhale. You snuggle with your favorite pillow & fuzzy blanket. This is what you’ve been looking forward to all day. If you could kiss your bed you would but you don’t because of judgment from others. But you love your bed. You love lying down in your bed. You love what your bed represents to you. Which is rest, relaxation & relief. You feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep. You’re totally relaxed. Completely at peace. Then suddenly you’re startled by a shrieking scream. You jump up trying to see where the scream is coming from. Then you realize you are the one that is shrieking because you’re in pain! You’re confused as to what just happened as you’re half asleep. All you know is the side of your body feels scrapped, throbbing & may I even say aching from pain. You turn your head towards where the possible reason as to why you’re in pain. Then you see it through your blurry vision. You see your partners READ MORE »
Dixie Salad is for real SO simple. This is my man’s favorite fruit salad. He grew up with it every Thanksgiving & Christmas & introduced it to me when we were first married. Over the years I’ve learned a trick that has saved me a lot of time while making this. I decided to share my secret on this post because I got love for ya. Once you try this trick I’m tellin’ ya you’re never going to do it the old way ever again.
It literally has 6 ingredients. Yup, you read correctly. SIX. It makes a ton & really is a unique-one of a kind-fruit salad.
A little history on “DIXIE SALAD” (in case you’re a nerd like me who likes to know the history behind things)
This salad was created by Mormon Pioneers who moved to St. George, Utah (Southern Utah) St. George & surrounding area is hot & dry. Back then it had nothing but sage brush. The pioneers discovered underground wells & were able to get irrigation going from the Pine Valley Mountains where they were then able to grow some yummy fruit & veggies. They also discovered pecans growing there. So really, this salad was created with what they had around them. Then they would add some cream & bada bing bada boom. Dixie Salad.
There isn’t a single couple that has the perfect marriage. The idea of having a perfect marriage is an absolute lie.
Marriage can be ugly at times. It’s seeing that not so flattering side to a person that 99.9% of people don’t see. You see how at times when they’re being selfish, stubborn, self centered & down right awful. It can be where you cannot stand to be in the same room with them. It’s where you can go for days giving the silent treatment. It can be where you’re so upset that you cannot fathom the idea of sharing your bed with that person so you sleep in the spare room…sometimes for days. It’s putting on a happy face & forced conversation when around the kids because you don’t want them to worry or to know that you’re upset with their other parent. It can be where harsh words are spewed & slamming of doors & cupboards. It’s even getting irritated with someone for hogging the bed, snoring, never putting things back where they belong, toothpaste splatter on the bathroom mirror, throwing their clothes on the floor instead of in the hamper, being chronically late, road rage over the simplest things, chewing their food too loud, telling horrible jokes, farting right when you get into bed & it wafts up in your partners face when lifting up the covers.
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Sometimes you have no other choice. It’s either suck it up for many hours or not go at all. There will be many tears shed, several moments of rage, flopping on the floor like a fish & full on temper tantrums. And don’t even get me started with how the toddlers act! Oh wait, you thought I was describing a toddler?! No; no. I was describing how Mom & Dad feel & sometimes act when traveling with their toddler(s) via airplane.
Look, it’s great to live in a time where if you want to go from Seattle, Washington to London, England…you can! We’re not talking getting on a huge boat & traveling for months on end. We’re talking hours of traveling in a tube with flowing air, “complimentary” pretzels & drinks, a restroom & tolerable seating. Doesn’t sound so bad right?! I mean in one hand we have sea sickness, months of the possibility of being “Man overboard!”, crazy storms causing your boat to capsize. Then in the other hand we have to deal with TSA, outrageous airport priced food (I had to pay $8 for a single serving of froyo…why not ask for my kidney while you’re at it?!) cramped from the “spacious” seating on board & obnoxious passengers that have no concept of indoor voice. So really, its kinda a no brainer. Flying is the way to go.
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Pregnancy is in the air…
If you’re not careful you can catch it. Symptoms consist of but not limited to: vomiting, k9 nose, discomfort all over your body, swollen cankles, increase of shoe size, puffy face, weight gain, hemorrhoids, heart burn, tender tatas, cravings & delicious lookin’ stretch marks across your once flat tummy. But the worst isn’t over…once you’ve hit your limit of feeling like a complete hot mess you get to experience the best part. Public humiliation. You know, where you’re spread eagle, experiencing thee worst pain imaginable & a room full of strangers staring at your hooha. And not just any kind of hooha. We’re talking a hooha that is a shell of what it once was. A hooha that suddenly looks like a monster. The crypt keeper. The Loch Ness monster. The scary monster from the movie The Predator. Get the picture?
Giving birth to your baby is not a clean, peaceful, relaxing experience. Well, at least it wasn’t for me. It was messy, loud & completely exhausting. I feel it is my civic duty when new moms ask me about giving birth that I tell the truth & nothing but the truth so help me God. Cause this girl wished someone told her the bloody/gory truth about bringing her child into this world. If I would have been informed then I wouldn’t have been so traumatized by the public humiliation.
**Spoiler Alert**…if you or your lady friend are about to welcome your first born into this world consider yourself warned. The following is true & is a possibility. This isn’t something you learned in lamaze class. Turn back now or forever hold your peace.