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Sunday, July 24, 2016

A Mom's Look At Summer

I don't know about you guys, but summer can be tiring! With all of the trips you take, the money spent, the junk food eaten. I didn't say it isn't fun, but it can be exhausting after a while! Now we are at that point during summer where it's almost August, but we're not quite there yet. Back to school sales have already started, and people are scrambling to get the best deals. Here's how I think moms feel about summer. 

The "I Can't Believe It's Summer Already!"

Getting Excited And Thinking Your Vacation Will Be Like

But It's More Like...

But You're Still Trying To Make The Best Of It

At Least The Kids Are Having Fun...

And Your Hubby Is Eager To Help When You Want To Relax

When You're Ready For Back-To-School

But It's Not Quite Time Yet. So You Attempt To Blog To Relax

But...Writers Block Hits. Hard.

So, You Try To Clean The House

When You're Done, At Last, A Moment Of Relaxation

Until You Look At The Calendar And Realize School Starts Next Week...

You Think To Yourself "Where Did That Time Go?"

So It's Off To Back-To-School Shopping!

...With The Kids Like

Finally That Blessed Night Comes. The Night Before School. 
But It's 8PM And It's Still Light Out, So Your Kids Aren't Going To Sleep

Finally They Go To Bed. But You Barely Slept All Night. Because We're Moms, And We Worry. It's New Grades And New Teachers For The Kids. So We Wake Up Like:

With Breakfast The Next Morning Like:

Running Around Trying To Get Everyone Ready Has Us At:

But Finally After Getting Everyone Into The Car, You Roll Up To The School, Ready To Walk Your Kids In. They Aren't So Thrilled. But You Tell Them:

So You Give Them All Kisses And Drop Them Off. 
But The Ride Home Got Us Like...

Because, well, they're still our little ones, no matter how old they may get or what grade they are entering. And even though they can get on our nerves, and may have done so a lot over the summer, we wouldn't trade that time we spent with them for the world. They grow up so fast, life is short and moments are precious and fleeting, so we cherish those summer memories that we made. 

Sunday, July 3, 2016

5 More Reasons My Kid Is Going To Get Me Arrested

We're going way back here, with my first post about kids and how they can be creepy, yet cute. Oh and there was that post about 5 Reasons My Kid Is Going To Get Me Arrestedboy, and instead of only having three things Sy has said this time, I've been collecting them on my computer here in a notepad document. Because some of the things he says are just too much. Absolutely hilarious coming from five-almost-six year old. Not too much has changed from that previous blog post, Syrus still adores talking, and I think once he gets an idea in his head, much like his mother, (cough cough), he seems to get going too fast and mixes up words and things come out and end up sounding creepy. Or at least that's what I'd like to hope!

1. I Wanna Go To The Liquor Store!

Picture it, driving past a liquor store, Syrus asks what it is, we tell him. He then yelled "I WANNA GO TO THE LIQUOR STORE." A loud and audible "WHAT?!" came from my husband, because he couldn't take his eyes off the road, while my head nearly did a 360 degree spin around. "Excuse me, Sy? Why do you want to go to the liquor store?" Ever so innocently, as kids do, he looks at me and goes, "They sell licorice there." 

2. It Has A Tiny Pecker

So, before school let out, the kids in Sy's kindergarten class were incubating eggs and waiting for them to hatch into little chicks. Innocent enough. Each day when he came home from school, we'd get a report on the eggs, how they looked, how they turned them so each side would get warmth, etc. Finally, the eggs hatched before school let out. Syrus liked to tell us as he held it how his would "dance," (really just kind of bob it's head). But out of the blue (and I was drinking a soda while he was talking,) he says "It even has a tiny pecker!" Cue spit take. We had to tell him it's called a beak, honey. Not a pecker. 

3. I Wanna Eat Some Humans Tonight

I swear we're not raising a cannibal, I swear we're not raising a cannibal. Legitimately, one day, he just randomly made up his own tune and starting skipping around and singing "I wanna eat some humans tonight..." Uh, no. No Syrus, we're a civilized society, and I'm pretty certain we feed you good food. Imagine kneeling down next to your five year-old and saying "We don't eat people, honey." Oh, and just for good measure, he's also said we have a "skin colored car." It's a goldish-tan Ford Taurus. This kid, man. This kid. 

4. I Love Being High!

Yep, throwing back to the old blog post, the little guy still says this, no matter how much we tell him to say it in a different way, like, oh, I don't know, maybe "I like standing on this stepstool," or something like that. Yes, he is always supervised. But he'll climb the step-stool on my mother's porch when we're sitting out there, and he yells "I love being high!" Okay, Sy, enough of that for now. Let's go do something else...

5. Grown-Up Drinks!

I honestly and truly cannot remember the context in which this was said. But it might have been graduating from a sippy cup to a big-boy cup. I honestly don't remember. I just remember that he was drinking juice and all of a sudden, he said something like "Little kid's drinks turn into grown-ups drinks." No, honey. No, they don't. We don't have a basement distillery, and even if we did, something tells me that Flashy Fruity Pale Ale Punch wouldn't be a big seller....

Honorable Mentions
These wouldn't necessarily get me arrested, but Syrus has sure come up with some creepy stuff. Take for instance....

1. God Is Dead

Woah. Woah. Stop right there, kid. Nietzsche, is that you? Are you speaking through my son? But putting all jokes aside, we've always wanted Syrus to make his own decision about religion and spirituality. I'm assuming maybe he heard this in school, because I keep my Atheism relegated to mostly myself and the internet. Maybe he has a Facebook page? But anyway, I really do not talk about it in front of Syrus. So I'm not sure where he got this one from.

2. I Wished You Didn't Have Hands, Mommy!

We were watching television together not too long ago, maybe a month or so. I forget what exactly we were watching, yes, it was a kid's program. He only watche Game of Thrones when he does his chores. Not really. But we were watching some children's program, I want to say maybe it was Spongebob Squarepants, or Disney or something. But suddenly, he scoots really close next to me and whispers in my ear, "Mommy, I wished you didn't have hands." Cue mommy backing away slowly. Okay, Syrus. Why? He just said "I don't know," and went on watching television. I'm proud to say that I still have my hands.

So, kids, whoo. They're kinda scary sometimes. But I wouldn't trade my little mini-muffin for the entire world. No matter how weird he is. I think he inherited that from myself and Jeremy. So, really, I should be proud! 

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Climbing Out Of The Hole

I've been very hesitant about writing about this. But I need to get this out somewhere. Mentally, since my step-father died on July 9th last year, things have not been right, with me, with my husband, with my family. I know they say the first year is the hardest, but last time I went through this I was 12. I didn't even know how to process emotions back then. I guess I didn't really feel them. But damn, I am feeling them now. And yes, we are coming up on the year anniversary of his death. I don't know how that happened so fast. How the year flew by. How Syrus will turn six, and be in first grade come September.

So, I've been distant, from everyone. Yes, I had even distanced myself slightly from my own son. Damn it all, I felt like everyone was dying. First my father, than my step-father, then there was a scare with my mother on Memorial Day. I know we're all going to die someday, I get that. I understand that, but I haven't accepted it. 

My mind has been so incredibly messed up since Dan's death. Throw a huge stressor like that at someone with Major Depressive Disorder and OCD? Well, forgive my language, but I was fucked. As the days and months went on, I slowly built a wall around myself. I put myself in a box. I didn't want to let anyone in, I didn't want to share my emotions with them. Long story short, I did some stupid things. My husband and I fought a ton more. We were drifting apart.

Then, on June 9th, the proverbial shit hit the fan. I was angry, because my purely obsessive intrusive thoughts had come back. I was pissed. So I wanted to walk it off. But me being stubborn, told no one what I was doing, and before I was diagnosed, I had a bad habit of walking away, when I wouldn't get back in the car, my husband called the cops on me. I saw his logic, not at the time of course, but now I do. I almost stepped into the road and got hit by a car. He feared for my safety.

I ended up at the emergency room for a psychiatric evaluation, where I was referred to intensive all-day therapy (which I had to quit early, because I've fell quite ill lately). But, my husband was gone. He was moving out, and taking our son with him for the time being. There was a lot of fighting between us over that for a good week. But the hospital had to get DCP&P, DYFS, Child Protection Services, whatever you want to call it, became involved, and my husband became the "Protective Parent," whereas I was the "Alleged Perpetrator." Over my OCD intrusive thoughts, of course. They said they just have to use that language, because of some legal jargon. It still hurts. I've never and would never hurt my son in a million years. I've never laid a hand on my son, nor will I ever. Neither has my husband.

Trust that it kills me that I can only see my beautiful son and husband certain days. My husband and I, are physically separated, but are trying to make our marriage work. I cry at night when no one is awake because my husband isn't beside me. That will subside, I'm sure, as I get used to the situation. It breaks my heart. And this isn't short-term, either. He is going for a paralegal certificate, and we have another good two years or so, unless we magically come into some money where we could live together again. 

I feel like my heart has been ripped into a million pieces. I know that my husband loves me and our son more than anything in his life, and he would do anything for us. I know I will get used to this feeling, and Syrus will get used to being shuttled back and forth. But, I have to focus on getting better, my husband has to work on school, and his own issues. I just wished we could do it together. But when you only make $800 a month, there aren't many options on places to live. So for all intents and purposes, we're separated. We see each other, go out and enjoy our time as a family when he has days off, but it isn't the same.

He's not here. Everytime I think about 2-3 years, I can't even imagine 2-3 weeks. But I'm rambling now. Time to end this shit-show of a post. Has anyone ever dealt with something similar? God, how I wished that we could both work great jobs and make great money and live in a house, have a second child, and be a regular family. Maybe someday, but not today. But slowly, we're going to climb out of this hole, together. On the other side, there will be a beautiful marriage still intact, our handsome boy some years older, and financially stable with our own home.

Note to Jeremy: I know you read my posts. I needed to purge my feelings somewhere. I hope you understand. I love you.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Love Coffee? Check Out These Grind and Brew Coffee Maker Selections!

Grind and Brew Coffee Makers 

 3 Keys and Suggestions

When you wake up with your sleepy eyes and want to open your dizzy mind, then a coffee maker with grinder for tasty coffee is the best choice. Also, grind and brew coffee maker is a superb addition to your kitchen and home appliances. Every morning is a great morning with a cup of coffee that is delicious and homemade. Many of you already have it and many want to purchase one that fulfills the requirement of modern grind and brew coffee maker as well as the quality of coffee that it makes.
First, you need to understand about some key qualities that are necessary for any grind and brew coffee maker. I am describing 3 most important keys that everyone should know to buy a coffee maker with grinder. By having these key points in your mind, you can avoid many disadvantages that you can have after buying a coffee maker with grinder.
  1. Easy Maintenance – A coffee maker with grinder is a difficult machine to buy because of its design and architecture. Almost, every brand designs this machine in the same way, but some models are specifically designed the way that those are easy to maintain. For example, if a model has a grinder right above the brewer, then the steam from the brewing coffee can make a sludgy mess in the grinder box.
  2. Grinder Type – Before buying a coffee maker with grinder, make sure that it has a burr grinder, not a blade grinder. Your concern should be the quality of the taste not the price of the machine. So, make sure that you buy a coffee maker with a burr grinder. This way the taste of coffee changes utterly.
  3. Carafe Type – Make sure that the coffee maker that you buy has a thermal carafe because of the many reasons. If you do not have a thermal carafe, then you may have a burned bitter taste of coffee. It is because, with a normal open pot, the heating plate causes to oxidize the coffee, hence the taste will get changed.
Now, let’s have a look at some coffee machines (suggested by me) for the best taste.

Some Best Coffee Makers with Grinders

These are the top 3 coffee makers with a grinder that you should have in mind while buying a new coffee maker for you. If you are price conscious, then maybe these coffee makers are not for you, but you can memorize the features that these coffee makers have.

Breville BES870XL Barista Express Espresso Machine

It is a $600 machine that has a compact design and fascinating look that can suit every kitchen. Top mentionable features of Breville BES870XL Barista Express Espresso Machine are integrated conical burr grinder, different grinding settings, auto adjusts water temperature, complete cleaning kit included to clean this machine whenever it indicates that it requires cleaning, monitor espresso extraction pressure, stainless steel portafilter, programmable controller, and many others. With these features, you can imagine that this price is not too high.

DeLonghi ESAM3300 Magnifica Automatic Coffee Machine

With the same price as Breville BES870XL, DeLonghi ESAM3300 also has some great features that any coffee lover will love. The worth of this coffee maker is because of a patented Cappuccino System that can make you an outstanding Cappuccino after mixing the steam and milk to make a great creamy froth. The controller is programmable and has a great menu. The adjustable grind setting can grind coffee from coarse to fine according to your need. Similarly, every necessary feature that you can imagine is included in this coffee maker.

Conair Cuisinart DGB-900BC Grind & Brew Automatic Coffeemaker

For those who have a limited budget and still they want to have a great coffee maker, then this coffee maker is perfect for those. The price range is 190$, but the features are complete. The structure of this coffee maker is made of stainless steel and the design is impressive that can decorate your kitchen. If we talk about the features of this machine, then it has some great automatic features. Automatic features like auto shutoff, brew pause, and grind off make this machine worthy enough to buy. The thermal carafe increases the durability of the machine and the quality of coffee taste. Every feature of Conair Cuisinart DGB-900BC coffee maker is remarkable. So, you can grab this machine without any question.

Note: This post was sponsored by BlogDash

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Why Do I Have Such A Trucker's Mouth? To Cope, Of Course!

I’m just going to come right out and say it. I cuss, a lot. I curse, swear, say naughty words, however you like to put it. I can give the best truckers and sailors out there a run for their money. To me, it’s a natural thing. It’s just a part of my everyday conversation. Most everyone who knows me knows that, though. Yes, I do try to curb it when my son is awake, but I’ve been known to slip every now and then. To me, there is something freeing about it. 

Many people have taken to judging me for my choice of language. I totally respect their opinions. However, I don’t judge them for their choice of clothing, their lifestyle, or anything else. So why is it fair to judge me on how I live my life? Many of these same people have taken it upon themselves to figure out exactly why I curse. I’ve been told at least twenty times that I must talk like that because I am “clearly an angry individual,” or that I “must be lashing out.” I can tell you with 100% certainty that this is not the case at all! I am quite far from an angry individual. 

GRR. I look so angry. 

I used to employ the use of profanity once a week on my Fibromyalgia Support Page, which has branched out to encompass all chronic illness, with a feature called “Fuck Fibro Friday,” where we share a graphic or two expressing our disdain for a certain chronic pain condition. It was the brainchild of a fellow Fibromyalgia friend, and I thought it was a great idea. Many people enjoy it, but some still get upset. Again, I can respect their opinions, but I can’t respect someone who tells me that I am a disgusting, classless, and trashy person, all while calling me rude names. Pot…meet kettle. But, I digress.

I wholeheartedly believe that cursing is just one more item in my wellness toolbox that I choose to employ. I can tell you that it does help with my pain. Sometimes, it is just good to let go and say “Fuck this pain, this is some motherfucking bullshit.” But guess what? I’m not the only one. There have been studies done on the subject, and it has been found that swearing can actually help reduce pain. According to psychologist Timothy Jay, from the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts, who has studied the use of profanities for the past 35 years, using profanity “allows us to vent or express anger, joy, surprise, happiness, it’s like the horn on your car, you can do a lot of things with that, it’s built into you.”

So, I wish you a fucking awesome and totally kickass day! 

Friday, June 17, 2016

To The Father's That Were // Are In My Life

I'm not going to lie here. This is going to be a hard post to write. Ever since I lost my dad at 12, I've hated Father's Day. But now it is felt doubly so with the loss of my stepfather, Dan. I figured that I would write a little tribute to them, how they impacted my life, and how very much I loved them. 


Oh, daddy. There is still that little girl in me that wants her "daddy." But I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm 26 years-old, married, with a child of my own, one that you never got to meet. I think that is what kills me the most, is that you never even got to meet  your own grandchild. I think you would have adored him, and taught him so much. Sometimes it hurts when my father-in-law plays with Syrus, because it could have been you, dad. It could have been. But the past is what it is. We must move forward with our lives, and all that we can do is teach Syrus about his "Pop-Pop." I can only imagine where you are, watching wrestling with nanny, throwing back a beer, with some Grateful Dead on. 


Dan, nine years ago when you came out to live with us, I really didn't like you to tell you the truth. But I think that you knew that. But that quickly changed as we got to know you. You even took us on our first "shopping spree," where we could get new clothes. No one had ever done that for us before. As the years flew by, you taught us so many things, mainly for me, how to be patient and when the right time to talk is, and when it isn't. I'll be honest, we're quickly approaching the anniversary, the first anniversary of your death, and everything has gone to hell. I haven't dealt with losing another father figure in my life. Syrus still asks about you, always asking if you're still his "pal." We told him that you'll always be his pal, no matter what. I hope that wherever you may be, you and your sister are together again and happy. 


Okay, this one is a little easier to write. You're not dead. If I've never said it enough, I appreciate you and what you do for this family. Even though things are shitty right now, I believe in my heart of hearts that they will get better. You are my soulmate, my one true love, my muffin. I love you more than you know, and my world would crumble without you. Syrus looks up to you so much, for advice, to learn, to teach, to play. And you are an incredible father to him. He'll grow up knowing respect, compassion and love. He'll grow up an amazing human being because of you. I hope that he grows up to be just like his daddy, I mean, he already looks just like you. I love you, sweetheart. Happy Father's Day!