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Ordinary People

19 Dec



I have about four drafts of what I “thought” I wanted to blog about and then I remembered that the purpose of the blog was to be….uncensored.  This is my place where I can tell it like it TIS and lately I have been writing to cater to people who feel I should close up my open book or at least edit it so that I can appear to be a certain “way” to the world.  Anyone who knows me knows that I believe in being honest about life in every aspect, so here goes… Continue reading


Halloween Re-Cap

1 Nov


Yesterday was our first Halloween in our new neighborhood and boy did we get some surprises.  Let me start off by saying that I LOVE Halloween.  It is by far, one of my favorite holidays and I love the idea of dressing up.  This year I had the idea to do a family costume.  Continue reading

The Weekend: Meltdowns, The Parents, and Fragmented Brain

28 Oct

This seemed like the busiest weekend I have had in a long time.  Friday night, after I got off work, I had a TON of prep to do for my parent’s visit on Saturday.  I made the colossal mistake of taking my very tired 3 year old grocery shopping after a long day at preschool.  He did not last for even five minutes.  Continue reading

Pintrest Mommy Guilt

22 Oct

I am emerging from the ongoing panic attack from planning my son’s fourth birthday party.  When I started on this mission, I was going to have the party at Chuck E. Cheese which is somewhat of a Vegas for kids.  Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a Chuck E. Cheese party, however it’s just too loud and too crowded for me.  Did I also mention the pizza sucks?  So after careful consideration, I decided to have his birthday party at home.  When I decided to buy a home, this was one of the reasons on the list.  I wanted to be able to throw parties and voila….a reason to party has emerged.

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The Weekend Update: Strep, Stitches, and Tendonitis

23 Sep


This weekend started off with an absolute bang on Friday night.  Friday night my daughter had a dance program directly after school, and when I picked her up from the after school program I could tell something was a little off.  I asked her what was wrong and she said, “Nothing, my throat just hurts a little bit.”  I didn’t think anything of it but I made a mental note to make a salt water rinse when we got home.  While she was performing I could tell something was wrong.  She looked so lethargic out there and when she the show was over, I went to hug her and she was burning up.  Even though I promised The Boy Frostie Moose for being patient, we headed to the Urgent Care with 5 minutes before they closed (I hate ER’s).  Once we got all checked in, the nurse told us The Girl had a fever of 101 and shortly thereafter told us she had strep throat.  Great.  After packing up the crew, I headed over to the Walgreens near my house to pick up her prescription, I discovered something that the hair of every parent with sick children stand up.  There was no drive through.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that meant that I had to take a cranky three-year old who was LIVID that he wasn’t getting his Frostie Moose and a very sick little girl through the aisles and wait for them to mix up the amoxicillan.    After picking up new tooth brushes, Junior Motrin (where did the time go?), and a years supply of Puffs Plus, her prescription was ready and I didn’t even get out of the door before I loaded her up with the antibiotic and motrin.  When I got home, I fried them the fish that I promised and then we all went to bed.

The next morning, I was happy to have just survived what seemed to be a pretty easy night.  The Girl’s fever was breaking, she was even up out of her bed playing her DS and I was entertaining cutting my yard and planting the rest of my mums.  If you want to make God laugh, make some plans.  While I was hanging clothes in my closet I noticed out of the corner of my eye The Boy was playing on my vanity.  I told him a million times to get down and he would but then he would go back to what he was doing.  Then it happened.  I heard the sound of ice tempered steel hit the counter top.  He finally got into my “boy scissors” aka my hair cutting shears.  To give you an idea of how sharp these shears are, you don’t even need to apply pressure to cut yourself.  Just brushing the skin across the blade with cut you long, short, deep and wide.  I quickly turned around and asked him if he cut himself.  He looked at me with those huge sad eyes and said, “No.”  The blood on my carpet told a different story.  He cut the side of his index finger and there was so much blood.  I applied pressure to his hand and elevated it above his heart.  While this was going on, I was screaming for my sick daughter to get dressed and grab some pants for her brother.  While I am yelling like a crazy woman holding the bloody hand of a terrified three-year old I am also trying to get dressed.  This was a fail, as I have not mastered being able to get dressed with one hand while adverting blood staining my clothes.  We finally made it out of the house, me in my “laundry day” American Eagle sweatpants cutoffs and a Nike shirt with the slogan “Damn I’m Good” (the irony) emblazoned on the front and my children wearing apparently everything from the “donate’ bag in our house.  The boy was going to live.  In typical male fashion, the cut did not seem to hurt so much any more when the nurse showed up.  It seemed like it was going to work out, until they said the word “stitches.”  We have been on the stitches rodeo before and the last time I me and two nurses had to damn near sit on him to get him to comply.  This time would be no different.  He knew exactly what the lidocaine was and he went nuts.  I had to put him in a bear hug and rub his head, while he yelled like we poured gas on his wound and set it on fire.  Once that was over and he was placated with two grape Popsicles, I headed back to Walgreens for wound care supplies and you guessed it, we had to go inside.  My son knew this was his moment to get everything he ever dreamed of and my daughter looked downright irritated.  He began to throw a fit in the Halloween aisle because I would not buy him a costume.  There were threats of not being my friend (ha!) and declarations of me being mean.  Stitches or not I was not buying an Ironman costume for the low price of 30 dollars.  Once we finally got back in the house, my motivation to do any kind of yard work was gone so I did what I do best. Read and slept.

The next morning as I was chugging along with my day watching my kids both heal up from their respective illnesses, I was walking up the stairs and then it happened.  A sharp pain floated up my knee cap and knocked the wind out of me.  As I continued to climb the stairs the pain got worse.  Since it rained the night before, I assumed this was the transient pain I would have from time to time when it would rain.  Boy, was I wrong.  Over the next three hours the pain got worse.  It became more of a throbbing pain and after using my rice sock and tiger balm with no relief, I went to the ER (thank God for insurance).  Again, since I was in pain, we all showed up to the ER looking a hot mess.  This time The Girl had perm rods in her hair as she had the beginnings of a sickening twistout developing and The Boy was wearing corduroys and flip-flops, because I had no fight in me.  It turns out that I do not have bursitis (diagnosed by my baby sister back in 2010) I have pateller tendonitis.  The ER was the bomb as he is a marathon runner, so he could understand where I was coming from, runner to runner.  Tendonitis is an overuse injury and even though I was feeling great one week post half, my poor knee just gave up yesterday and needed me to have a seat.  I am following up with an orthopedic doctor this week so I can get cleared to resume my training for my next race on November 9th.

This weekend was eventful to say  the least and I am happy that The Goons and I survived it!  Next week we are going to try pumpkin patch life at Cox Farms.  Wish me luck!


What’s Making Me Happy

13 Sep

My favorite scene in Paris is Burning

Everyone OK after that Wale post?  God knows that made my morning.  Clearly I need to get a Vine account and get one NOW!

Diva’s Half Marathon

Saturday is the Diva’s Half and I am PUMPED!!!!  I spent last night picking up out my outfit and putting all of my things together.  Tonight I will go through the intricate task of putting my running playlist together.  SInce this is the Diva’s Half, my playlist is going to be very Beyonce and RuPaul heavy.  I will also throw a little Action Bronson and Mos Def in there as well.


My mums are blooming!!!!  This is a source of pride for me because I struggle to keep houseplants alive, so I just knew my mums where going to meet their maker this week.

Saving My Coins

I am going to attempt to start bringing my lunch to work and start cooking at home more.  I like to see my savings up front, so a friend of mine gave me a great tip:  For every day I bring my lunch, take the money that I would have spent that day and put it in a piggy bank!  This way I can see my savings on a daily basis.  I spend about 10 dollars a day so that money is going to rack up quick.  I wonder what I will do with the excess????

The Kickoff to My Daughter’s School Year

I know people have their theories and opinions about ADD, but this year instead of “waiting it out” before giving my daughter her medicine, I went ahead and started giving it to her day one.  You know what the result was?  A child that can now keep up with her work because she is focused in class.  On Tuesday when I went to check her math homework I was prepared to have to work extensively with her correcting her work.  Don’t you know there was nary a problem wrong?  I even asked her if she did it herself and she said, “Of course, here’s where I showed my work.”  The bottom line is I am happy I went with my gut, and I can tell my daughter has more confidence since she is able to keep up with her classmates.

Six Sigma Training

I have signed up for my first Six Sigma training.  I am starting off with the White Belt training as I don’t have a lot of experience in Project Management, but my new position will require me to do a lot of work in regards to creating processes and protocols for the sites that I will currently manage and the future sights.  I think this will be a helpful tool for me when it comes making these different sites run more efficiently.  Anyone have any experience with this certification?

Maternity Photos Ideas: Victoria Page Style

19 Jul

Call me jaded or cynical, but I often giggle at maternity photos because they are supposed to be a depiction of your pregnancy, and I would just like to state, I have never stood holding my giant stomach on a beach staring lovingly by the ocean.  Don’t get me wrong, pregnancy is a beautiful thing but for me, I like my pictures to tell the story of what really happened.  So I thought about it:  What are some ideas that really convey the “pregnancy experience.” Continue reading


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