I have been eating chicken. A WHOLE lot of chicken. Every. Single. Day. Oh, and eggs. Lots of eggs. You'd think the eggs were being laid by the chickens I'm eating. A typical morning for me is something like this: Get up. Go through the pantry. End up skipping breakfast. (I know, it's not recommended but I do it because what else is there to eat but eggs!?) Oh, and do you know how many points is in a wee cup of cereal and also for the milk you'll put into the bowl??? I don't think I h
Hello, everyone! TWO blogs in a week???? How unusual. Or is it?
Well, guess what? I did it. I did something I PROBABLY should have done years (and YEARS) ago, and joined a local support group.
Firstly, let me explain something to you all. I'd always thought about joining a support group. I've always fallen victim to loneliness - ALWAYS. Being hearing impaired is only one contributor to this constant feeling of being the outsider and never quite being able to fit in, but it
Hi, everyone! #51 in the works. And it's been less than a week since my last blog entry, so hey, progress already!
I'd like to paint a mental picture for you all - may seem a little strange and somewhat comical if I'm successful, but please do bear with me for there is (almost) always a method to my madness as far as thoughts go.
First off, I am picturing the New York State Marathon. I am a native New Yorker and have seen this event both in person as well as on TV. If you've seen
Have y'all been here for the 49 other blog entries? Proud to say this is the longest running blog I've had in years. Whether entries were added in the middle of the day or the middle of the night, I've learned a lot by writing my thoughts here. I've gained valuable feedback and perspective from YOU, my readers, and I DEEPLY appreciate all of you!
Seeing as this is entry number 50 (are you sick of my ramblings, yet?) I wanted to make it a good, meaningful one. I know I've been absent for
You all may remember that before my transition over to the ‘dark side,’ (term used in reference to the same-sex relationship I am currently in) I was married to an extremely difficult man. Mr. His-Way-Or-The-Highway, also known as my ‘wasband,’ was always, ALWAYS stubborn as a mule, on top of being quite adept in the powers of intimidation. No one wanted to deal with his wrath, people would feel as if they were teetering on eggshells around him. He knew that, and of course, still knows that.
After dumping a foot of snow and sending trees crashing down onto our power and cable lines two weeks ago, you're SERIOUSLY about to send us more of the powdery, annoying, pain-in-the-ass white shit we call 'snow?'
Guess what??? It's SPRING. Today is the FIRST DAY OF SPRING. It is time for you, Mother Nature, to warm up to the idea of sunny and pleasant days. Pun fully intended, as I'm sitting here in a hoodie and sweat pants.
Kids have missed enough sch
*Trigger warning - this very lengthy post discusses some of my broken up/fragmented memories and behaviors as a child. No actual CSA details are shared, simply because I can’t remember any. But some of these memories may be triggersome and I ask you all to please take gentle care while proceeding.
Today, I want to talk about something called validation. Or the lack of, when it’s otherwise referred to as its counterpart - invalidation. This is a term known all too w
Let it be known that we have five adopted pets that I adore with all of my heart. All of them are currently of the feline species, but contrary to the title of this blog entry, none are named ‘Peeves.’
I think though, that in the future, I’ll consider calling a kitten by the name of Peeves, simply because the term ‘pet peeves’ is not only a humorous play on words, it’s my favorite way to describe those itty bitty details that annoy me to no end. Not to say that a kitten would add
Can someone explain to me what the appeal is of a frozen breakfast sandwich?
I'm not even talking Jimmy Dean. I'm talking the Walmart brand. Frozen. $3.89 for a box of four sandwiches. They're about a thousand calories each and are no bigger than a plum, plus the eggs are questionable as to whether they're real or just pretend eggs. There's a sausage patty, also questionable as to whether they're made of mystery meat or real pork, which would surprise me.
My kids LOVE these thin
It’s been years since I got my hair did.
I was born with a full head of hair. Jet black hair at birth, then it lightened some to a brown that in the summer almost appeared dirty-blonde. My hair has been colored multiple times throughout the course of my adult life.
I frosted it once, by adding streaks of blonde to my naturally brunette tresses. Wore my hair down a lot at that time, so it looked pretty good. It was also the trend; all the 90’s high school/college gal
A light blog today, just because.
Last night, we had a laugh as a family. It hasn’t happened in a while but, damn, it felt good! Not saying we aren’t a family that laughs, it’s just so easy to get caught up in the more serious day-to-day routines. Sometimes we forget to laugh, to cherish these little moments that bring us a chuckle when times become challenging.
As most of you know by now, we recently moved from the city and became country bumpkins this past summer.
Also posted in Share Your Story:
Installment Two: The Party
I am now fast-forwarding, (or rewinding, depending on how old I was in your minds upon completing reading of the first installment) to when I was seventeen years old as I bring to you all, installment 2 of my story.
This is the full, uncensored version of what was shared back in 2007. One would think that as time goes on, you’re likely to forget some details.
While that may be the case for some, I W
My deepest apologies to you all for being MIA; my being scarce were for reasons beyond my control.
As some of you know, I live in Eastern Pennsylvania, and we have met our match in Mother Nature.
Last Thursday, which will be one week since chaos had began to ensue, I took the daughter for her flu shot. You’d think spending three hours at the doctor’s office (waiting, waiting, and WAITING - this lady takes literally an hour on each patient!) would be a forewarning of the holy hell tha
Sleep. A very simple word, yet so complex. Such a natural thing, we all do it. We spend most of the beginning of our lives sleeping - and I guess, sometimes, the very end, too. We all know how to do it - we rely on it to revitalize and to refresh.
I USED to know what sleep was. I used to both love and hate it. Now, I just plain hate it and WISH I could love it.
I fought it when I was little. I was the typical 'five more minutes?' kid when told to go to bed when I was in grade
I'm not sure what today's blog is going to be primarily about, so we'll call it a smorgasbord. We'll try a little bit of everything! It's been a turbulent week (I've been using that word a lot - I feel it best describes a lot of the unexpected emotional twists I've had to endure this past week) and today is only the second day that I haven't felt as if I were on the verge of tears. I've done a lot of thinking and have been able to put a few things into perspective, so am feeli
First of all, I’ve been told today (at this point, yesterday) is “National Kiss-A-Ginger” Day. My orange haired cat got a big-ass helping of love earlier. Luckily, the other four don’t really care whether they get extra kisses, they just want the Greenies.
Secondly, I know I talk an awful lot about my kids. If you’re sick of hearing about them, you need not keep reading, because the majority of this blog entry has to do with my younger spawn.
At least, understand that my reason
...not to my fiancee, of course!!!
Guys, I'm not that kind of girl. Never have been and never will be. I've been cheated on (likely by the wasband, and likely by other guys that I dated before I married him. One girl I dated briefly (for a few weeks) cheated on me...with a man, no less. Imagine that?!
Either way, unfaithfulness and I do not get along. I've no respect for unfaithful partners, the heartbreak they cause and the re-building of trust that is required afterwards - nop
Not every post has to be about food or kids. Okay, not MY kids, anyway.
So...ya remember my sister? The one married to a jerk? In previous blog entries, we referred to her as #1.
Well, that sister's water broke last night at around 8pm. I was at Monday night bowling and heard from Oompa that she was meeting my sister and brother-in-law at the hospital.
I stayed up all night long - I did trudge over to the bed around three-thirty this morning, but the anticipation of my nie
To be or not to be…
No, wait…that isn’t right. Let me get out of Shakespeare mode.
To blog or not to blog?
Better. Moving along.
I guess you can say I’m not a newbie to blogging. I had one a million years ago, when my life was one thousand percent different. I was married to the biggest baby in the world, also known as my ex-husband, will refer him to just ‘M.’ Most of my blogs back then were about my life raising four children and tending to
That's what my daughter asked me this afternoon.
Ahhh...it's been a crazy-ish week, so far.
For starters, I'm starting to think God has the absolute worst form of colic. All he does is CRY! I mean, yeah, looking at today's world, I can certainly understand the need to bawl rather than try and analyze why we're forced to deal with the amount of stress we're destined to deal with - all in one lifetime, too. We've not had more than two or three days in a row without rain.
It would appear that I have two sides. Two faces. There are currently two versions of me - and while it’s been suggested/confirmed that I do/have suffer(ed) from a personality disorder involving multiple other versions, these additional ‘parts’ have become silent and have grown otherwise dormant at the very least.
Now I am currently faced with just two opposing sides of myself that are currently attempting to form a coherent connection. Or rather, to integrate, if that description even
For the last two or three years, I've gotten the holiday cards with a blank framed slot in the front for the 4x6 photo insert to go into; that's usually the time of year when I have to literally threaten the removal of any and all electronic devices from my kids' possessions until they agree to take a photograph that I can have 20+ copies made of.
They'll protest, still...even if I threaten to change the wi-fi password until they comply. And I'd probably change it to something SO silly,
*** This was also posted in the Aftermath section. It was a little bit longer than the standard length of most posts there but the message I hope to convey is a powerful one and I feel that it is more than just a post. I've copied/pasted it here because while it was meant to be a post, it's also another one of my famous 'cleanses' and certainly belongs here, too. ***
This is likely going to turn out to be a long post. I apologize in advance. There's just an enormous amount of bra
I spent most of yesterday pouting.
See, on Tuesday, I spent most of the day out...went to visit my brand-new niece, along with my slightly older baby niece and my nephew for a little while when he got home from school. Of course, Oompa was there as well as my brother-in-law, as the new Daddy is enjoying some paternity leave while they are adjusting to being a family of four. Anyway, we're currently a dieting family - Oompa of course, is dieting in order to talk herself out of having baria
The first time I attempted to get this entry started, I got maybe two words typed out before my very demanding cat jumped up onto the desk, spilling my pencil holder of its contents as well as knocking my (thankfully covered) water bottle as well as other empty soda cans and nail polish bottles over. I'm telling you - when this boy wants his love and affection, he stops at absolutely nothing and often resorts to destruction!
So - here is attempt number two, now that I've banished him to th