Two weeks ago I went to the movies with four other mom-friends. We organized it at a children´s birthday party a few days earlier and then were all set to go for it. We left our homes at 3:30 pm to go to the next city where there are movie theaters. The price to pay to live in a paradise location usually includes not having a movie theater within at least 60 miles.
After watching “Tropa de Elite 2”, a very good Brazilian movie about the criminality, police and corruption inherent to the system in Rio de Janeiro, I told my friends a bit embarrassed that the last time I went to the movies was nine months ago. The other mom-friends haven´t been to a proper movie session in years! Yes, they all made their calculations and three of them haven´t been to the movies in 5 years!
If these mothers haven´t been to the movies in years, you can guess they haven´t done way much more of simple entertaining things like that.
I am sure many years ago you heard the Stouffer’s ad campaign, Let’s Fix Dinner. The premise is that families who eat together at least once a week have healthier, happier children. I grew up in a family where we ate dinner together, at the table, every night.
My mom made all our food, my siblings and I set the table, and my dad walked into the house after a long day in a suit and tie just as dinner was ready. We sat at the table and talked about our days. We would often stay at the table long after we had finished eating; our conversation had been that enjoyable.
That’s not to say that we never had arguments or hurt feelings or tears at the table. We didn’t always like what my mom made us for dinner. We weren’t always all together, especially as each of us kids grew a little older and a little more busy in the evenings after school. But we are a fairly happy and healthy family.
It’s been far too long since I’ve done a “Zombie Post” so I’m doing it now. I picked this one for no reason other than I liked it. No rhyme or reason, it just jumped out at me. Enjoy.
Come along for the ride as I take my first stab at the “pretty much world famous”…
Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle. And awaaaaaaay we go!
I’m obviously choosing prompt #2, Before I was a mom…
Before I was a mom, I wanted nothing more than to be one. This could’ve had something to do with the short list of long-term relationships I was involved in. I tried to plan my family with a 7th-grade boy, and come to find out, they don’t take kindly to that sort of thing. Woops.
My last post was about getting Christmas gifts. Well, the holidays are over and we went to see my parents. Sure feeling overwhelmed at times is part of life and I´m no different than anyone on this, but since I´m always aware of looking at things the way I want, I thought it would be convenient to stress on the advantages of traveling alone with a young child.Just like the disadvantages, the advantages can be pretty much applied to everyday life, not simply traveling. But traveling makes some of the things more apparent. Here are some reasons why it´s really nice to travel with a 3-year old:
1. A healthy life-style – while traveling with a child, you will fall into the healthy living of sleeping and waking up early and eating the healthiest food available. When traveling child-free, you might fall into drinking beer everyday at the beach, but with a child, you will much prefer juice that you can both share, plus you need the energy to keep up the pace of your child, so keeping healthy it´s really not an option.
I decided I was going to take part of Katie over at Sluiter Nation‘s Top Ten Tuesday, for fun and because with everything going on with Gma, my brain is spent and I’m tired of Chris asking me if I’m okay. I’m okay dammit.
Anyway, this week, her topic is the bebe’s Christmas list(s). So, here in no particular order are the things my bebe’s list (most of which, they already got).
10. Lalaloopsy Dolls
Chris doesn’t think these are the cutest effing dolls ever. I LOVE this one, she is just so punk rock! In fact, this is the one Caitlin is getting from Chris and I. She’s also getting a twin pack from my parents, and probably a fourth. I love them. A-dor-able.
I’m having a hard time believing it’s already December 1st. My, how things have changed in a year. And I mean, changed in ways you would never believe.
August 2015 was the beginning of the most difficult year of my life and December 1, 2015 was a day which will be burned into my head for a long time. It was the beginning of a lot of struggles. It was the start of a long road to a recovery Chris and I needed. My, oh, my.
Chris lost his job a year ago today, and although he had another job lined up, he had no start date. And I may have mentioned this before, but his old boss was excruciatingly manipulative of Chris, and Chris was actually still technically working for him, receiving phone calls and helping him out via phone with no payment.
This was the beginning of our troubles with the insurance companies because he promised to keep our insurance rolling until his new job started covering us, since Chris was still providing services for him. He lied. He shut it off the very first chance he had.
How was everyone’s Thanksgiving??
Mine was decent. Very different than usual, but decent all the same.
I hadn’t really mentioned it because I had this week’s posts all scheduled up until today and didn’t really feel like going against the schedule or have time to write a whole new post, but my Gma died Tuesday. S’all good, she was 90, it was her time.
My poor Gpa, however, didn’t take it very well. He’s been with her for 65 years and now he’s alone. He looked to her for guidance, and now she’s gone. He still has all of us, in fact, my brother Patrick is going to be staying with him for a little while to keep him company at night and help him ease into the transition of my Gma not being there.
That was the biggest reason our Thanksgiving was different. We usually have our entire family, plus my dad’s best friend and his family and my niece’s adoptive family as well. With the loss of Gma, our Thanksgiving turned into a more intimate family memorial, so it was immediate family only. My oldest brother and his family didn’t come either, so dinner was much more quiet than usual.
I’m a coffee addict. I spend an embarrassing amount of money on coffee at Starbucks or any other coffee-house I find. So, when I find a good recipe for coffee syrup, I get a little giddy. When I find one as spicy and wonderful as this one, I have to share it.
Spiced Gingerbread Latte Syrup
1 cup water
1 cup sugar
1 TBSP honey
1 (6″) piece of fresh ginger root, sliced
1 cinnamon stick, broken into large pieces
8 whole cloves
1/2 tsp. whole allspice
1/2 tsp. whole peppercorns
1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg
Spring Break. The phrase that used to be synonymous with fun, sun, and idleness. Before I had kids.
When I didn’t work outside the home, Spring Break meant long days with my overly excited children, trying to come up with ways to occupy their time so they wouldn’t kill each other or I, them. The words, “Spring Break” struck fear into my very heart.
Now that I’m working with GED students online, I am quite tired every day after reviewing their test results online, so was excited about Spring Break. I looked forward to it, marked the days until I could sleep past 5:30, stay up late blogging or watching movies, go to the spa, get a haircut, go to the zoo.
Here it is, Friday, the last day of Spring Break and I haven’t watched a movie. This is the only blogging I’ve done, I’ve barely been outside the house except to take my kids to the doctor, I didn’t get a massage or a haircut, and I didn’t take my kids to the zoo.
Side note: NEVER NEVER tell your kids you’re going to take them somewhere over Spring Break. Trust me, you’ll regret it. Something will come up. A hurricane in Disney World or your sewer will back up and you’ll have to spend the Lego Land money to have feces pumped out of your yard. Instead, the night before you want to leave, let the kids stay up really late, wake them up early, give them a Benedryl, load them into the car, tell them you’re taking them to the dentist, and drive while they sleep. That way, if your engine blows up on I-95, they’re happy. No tears or accusations on their part and you’ll be guilt free. And if, by some miracle, you actually make it to your destination, you’re a hero!
My blog has been too serious lately. I need to lighten up a bit and what better way to do that than to do another cake post? Everyone loves cake. As luck would have it, I’ve done four cake projects this past week–4 cakes and 24 cupcakes.
The first cake was for a little girl’s 8th birthday. She wanted a blue, zebra-striped cake.Surprisingly, this was the second request in less than a week that I had for a blue zebra print cake. Zebras are very cool.
The next two cakes were for a little boy’s 1st birthday. As we are all apt to do, these parents want to instill a fanatical love for their favorite college football team into their boy as early as possible. So, Mr. Saks, you got 2 super cute Auburn University Tigers Cakes!