Apologies for not having been around lately. I'm still here at least once a day; checking boards and my inbox, in case anyone's said 'hello.' (hint, hint.)
So, I do have a few updates for you all.
I won't get into too many of the weight loss details, but that's still ongoing, I've dropped 20 pounds and there's still quite a way to go! But being able to bend and cut my toenails without looking like a circus contortionist is fantastic! Oh, and I can finally fit insid
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
Sending my usual apologies for not having updated in a while. For the first time in several days, I can sincerely say we’re thawed out. The new boiler is working nicely - we now have heat and hot water in addition to the restoring of our electricity and internet. The kids went back to school this week; a lot of families in the area didn’t have power for the entire week last week following the winter storm, so the school district had some mercy on us all and closed the sch
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
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
Hello my friends...hoping each of you are having a lovely day!
I've had a draining couple of days, so please, please (with fat free whipped cream on top) forgive me for not updating this sooner. Fear not, though - I've spent some time thinking up actual blog-worthy topics non-related to my kids (although they may be mentioned from time to time) or my current weight-loss journey.
All I'll say about the latter, though, is last week, I only dropped. One. Stinking. Pound. Perhaps that
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
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
Today's Wednesday...weigh-in day! Which means, update day!!!!!! Yay, aren't we all excited?
(Although I'll try and blog more often about stuff other than my diet woes or kids.)
I had a few choice words for the scale this morning, but it will live to see another week. See, I lost 1.6, which isn't bad considering we (J and I) had our Valentine's Day date on Monday night. We went to the local Red Lobster - and everything I ordered/ate was counted in my point total. Lemme tell ya, i
Here's the update I promised you all in Monday's post-Super Bowl blog entry.
It was either going to be a rant or a rave. See, I've been down this road multiple times. The rant will likely come in a future entry, when I've done everything right and the numbers aren't going down anymore. That'll likely happen when I've plateaued and it's time to incorporate more physical activity into my daily routine. For today, we've been hit with Winter Storm Liam, so I see some shoveling in my very n
Wow. I haven't been paying much attention to my blog lately. My sincerest apologies. But in my defense, sometimes having nothing to say is a good thing, right?
Lots happening here. Nothing major but still, small things worth mentioning for those who delight in reading about my day-to-day insanity.
Will start off with a small story.
I finally (and this wasn't easy) allowed my son to take my car to his father's house - it's a very short drive down the road from my house to the W
Say it isn't so...a blog entry that has MOSTLY nothing to do with my children. I say mostly because I'll start off by saying a couple quick things about them, just as a courtesy follow-up of my last blog entry. You're welcome!
The Son is still accident-free, but that's only because we got about six inches of snow this week and he hasn't driven since he got his license. I refuse to let him drive when there's even a small amount of snow on the roads. Mostly because I've got about 23 year
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
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
Let's all raise our hands if we're done with Christmas!
If it were within my capacity to turn back-flips, I'd be doing that right now. I'd likely end up in traction but it'd be worth it, compared to how I was made to feel this past Christmas season.
I'm more happy that it's over. It was over before it started, if that makes any sense...
I'll further explain.
Most of you know that this was our first Christmas in our new home.
The house was beautifully decorated. Th
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,
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.
Shouldn’t trigger, unless language/the discussion of guilt bothers you.
Today, I spoke to my mother, also known fondly as the ‘Oompa Loompa.’
We were trying to finalize this week’s Thanksgiving plans. A couple entries ago, I explained how she is still breast-feeding my 30 year old sister, who just had a baby of her own. She goes there every day, cooks for her, does the housework, the laundry, et cetera, because apparently my sister doesn’t quite know yet how
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.
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
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
*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
*Please be advised that this entry deals with teenage/child death, accidents, and fear. If any of these trigger you, please skip it or save it for a time when you are in a better frame of mind.*
Today, my seventeen-year-old son confided in me that two of his friends were killed in a car accident as recently as a day or two ago, in our old hometown in New York.
He wasn’t emotional or a blubbering mess about it, but he did pull up the Instagram account of the sister of one
Oh, let me tell you…if my mind were ever called upon as a witness, a mistrial would be declared.
There are more holes in there than in a block of Swiss cheese!
Furthermore, if my mind took the form of a live being, I’d describe it as most resembling a hyperactive dog or cat that spends ninety-five percent of its time running in rapid circles, not necessarily in the same pattern. Just nonstop, frantic running. This way? No, that way! Nah, wait….THAT way! Up! Down?
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