Life in the Slow Lane

Just when I thought I couldn't love shopping more!

2012-01-28T09:57:00.000-05:00

As an avid shopper, I am always on the hunter for a sale or great bargain. I never pay full price for anything, and use coupons as much as possible.

But today I wanted to share a neat little trick I've been using for the last few months that makes shopping even more fun that usual! It's quite simple.

I buy sometimes without trying on or even knowing for sure if I need/want an item. Then a week or two will go by, it's still in the bag, and I realize I should return it. Here's where my trick comes in. When I go to return it, I simply ask for a store credit. No cash back, no putting it back on my credit card, just a store credit. My thought when I started doing that was that I already paid for this item, allotted for the money in my budget, so why not keep that money in my shopping 'cart'?

I then leave the store with credit in hand, and put it in my drawer with the pile of others. Next time I decide to go out shopping, even if I don't have any extra money to do so, I simply go through my stack of cards and see where I can shop. In reality I've pre-paid for a shopping trip!

Of course this won't always work in your favor, especially those times when you impulse buy a bigger ticket item that you did spend your food shopping money on. Then I say by all means, get your cash back! But in those other small purchase trips, enjoy knowing you have that rainy day credit ready to be spent :)

I never would have thought.

2012-01-26T15:40:00.000-05:00

Today, I did something I haven't done in a very long time. It's something I used to do almost every day, for many years. Last year life changed, and so did my schedule. So I no longer do this thing anymore. But today, I did. And I have to say, I don't miss it at all.

It doesn't matter what this thing is. What matters is that I am ok with it no longer being part of my life. Something that was so integral to who I was, or who I thought I was, has no bearing on my life now. I thought I would miss it, I thought I would want to turn back time, when in fact, it's just the opposite. I feel....grown up. I feel like I have moved forward in life, and there's no turning back. That's not to say I might not do something different over the next year or two, but I won't do that original thing again.

This post probably makes no sense to any of you. But it makes sense to me. It makes me realize I am ok with change, something I've always had a hard time with. It makes me realize sometimes you have to move forward in order to move ahead. It makes me realize sometimes looking back won't make you sad...it will make you happy and content.

Pie Oh My!

2012-01-18T08:08:00.000-05:00

I love to bake. Sadly, I don't bake as much as I used to. And strangely, I've never made a pie. And even more strangely, I've never had pie other than store bought apple pie or a family favorite chocolate pudding pie. Crazy, right?

The other day though, I got inspired to make one. No crust from scratch just yet, but still enough steps for me to consider it a homemade pie. I'm not sharing the recipe today, as I think it still needs some tweaking, but I want to give you a glimpse of my simple, yet delicious masterpiece. I call it Triple Four Berry Pie. Was supposed to be 3 berries, but I really wanted that fourth(strawberry!).

Prepped the bottom crust:

Mixed my filling:

Prettied up my lattice:

Baked and patiently waited to eat:

Go me! I know it wasn't my best baked work, but I had to start somewhere! I will definitely try something a 'bit' more complex next time. Can't wait to keep experimenting :)

I love my iPad apps!

2012-01-17T13:21:00.000-05:00

After a few months of dabbling with the iPad, I can finally make the decision of my top favorite apps. I don't like to spend much on apps, so I'm sure there are plenty more out there if you don't mind paying! But in no particular order, here are my free/cheap top contenders:

USA Today Newspaper: The top news stories, and easy access to different sections of the paper. I suck at the crossword puzzles, but continue to try.

Wall of Sound: Not the best music app, but a very cool one. Clips of any songs you can think of. Stream in the background of your game playing, or just search for songs/albums.

Sock Puppets: Makes me laugh every time I use it. My kids love it too!

IKEA catalog: I love everything about IKEA, and the ability to read and reread the catalog, and dream about the changes I want to make in my home make me love them even more.

Lion Brand Yarn: Thorough and easy to use to find a quick project to do over the weekend.

10 Pin Shuffle: Shuffleboard/bowling that I don't always beat, but always enjoy playing!

Blogshelf: How can I leave this off my list? It's how I read up on all my favorites :)

My list can go on and on(Kindle, Scrabble, Cryptoquote, Brazilian Beauty Slot Machine), and I can do a whole separate list for kiddie apps, but these will get you started. Have fun!

Cheap, In-Home Therapy......For All Ages!

2011-11-27T15:37:00.000-05:00

There are days around here when I'm just not sure I'm going to make it to the end of the day in one piece. I watch three different clocks and my watch waiting for bedtime. And it's not just because of the kids. Sometimes, I just want to sit in bed, read a book, and be quiet.

During those in-between hours of the day, the kids fight a bit more, which causes me to stress a bit more. Something I learned a few years ago that (almost) always helps curb the insanity is something I want you all to try. Play Doh. I know it sounds crazy, and I know some of you have Play Doh fears like I do... all the little pieces that fall to the floor then harden in the carpet, or even the mixing of colors. But I've learned(and I know you can too!) to ignore those little pieces, and just focus on what is right in front of you.

No matter what color you choose, just take a few minutes to smoosh it, ball it up, or create something adorable. Tell the kids to make something but keep it a surprise....that usually keeps them quiet while working on their mystery project. While those few seconds of quiet surround you, just continue to work with the Play Doh. Clear your mind, and just focus on what you are doing. It may sound silly, but you'll see. Before you know it, a wave of calm comes over you, and whatever is going on in life fades away.

Even if it's only for a short period of time before/after dinner, it's still a peaceful time in the house. For my boys it can be upwards of an hour of sharing and giggling at their masterpieces. For me, it's time to clear my head, remember what's important in life, and make some pretty neat things.

Oh, and for those of you that really are Play Doh junkies, don't forget to buy your special guy some yummy cologne for Christmas :)

My Life in Tangled Yarn.

2011-11-05T11:41:00.000-04:00

Last night, I was just about finished with a blanket I've been crocheting for quite some time now. I was |this close| and suddenly I hit a snag. A tangled web of yarn that brought me to a screeching hault...argh!!! I could have just cut the yarn at the knot, and started again, but I refused and continued to try to untangle it. As I sat and attempted to make my way through all the little loops and twists, it made me start thinking about my life.

It's no secret that my life has been full of twists and turns the last two years. Many bumps, many complicated knots, many tears. But I saw my end goal. I knew where I was heading, just had to off-road a bit to get there. Slowly but surely, I've found the other end of my yarn of life. I see now that all of the knots I had to undo were very worth the stress and aggravation.

The nice part that ties together this little blog post is my guy. He not only helped me untangle my yarn to finish the blanket this morning, but he also helped me find the end of my metaphoric yarn in life, and is the best end product I could ever have. ♥

Thank You! No, No.......THANK ME!!

2011-11-04T10:03:00.000-04:00

What the frig is going on with kids these days? I'm not old. I don't really mean the little ones. I mean the high schoolers, college kids, fresh out of school kids. Is no one taught manners anymore?

I'm tired of going to stores, saying thank you to a cashier, and getting no response. Or the other day one actually replied with a closed mouth 'mm-hmm'. REALLY? I'm buying things in YOUR store, paying YOUR salary, saying thank you for YOUR goods, and you can't even answer me? Not to mention the fact that they should be initiating the 'thank you' process.

Or how about the other night, while I was giving out Halloween candy? 90% of the kids don't say thank you. Suddenly, half way through, I realized I was saying thank you to them! It's such a habit for me, I don't even know when I'm saying it anymore! (sidebar: I also refused to give the kids candy until they said 'trick or treat'. Hey, thems the breaks.)

One thing I've worked on since my boys were in diapers was their manners. Ask anyone that knows us, they will tell you I have two of the most polite boys ever....in any age range, including adults. Please. Thank You. May I? Sounds simple right? I've gone above and beyond those with the boys, and they know to shake someone's hand when they meet them, give compliments, and open doors for others.

It would be easy to just say I did that as a responsible mom, but it's more important to note that I did it as a responsible human being. The simple act of thanking someone, for something they did for you or gave you, has a snowball effect. Try it next time you are working in a retail setting. Or someone holds the door for you. Or helps you. You get the point. Modeling is the best way to teach our children :)

Misconception Perception.

2011-11-01T12:24:00.000-04:00

I've just gotta tell you about what I saw today, and I'm sure you will all nod your heads and know the type.

A woman in the store, at the checkout. Dressed pretty nice, fancy-ass purse, expensive glasses and shoes, diamonds on both hands. Obviously doing just fine. But then, when it comes time to pay for her groceries, she pulls out her food stamps card. W.T.F. Seriously? You obviously have enough money for the finer things in life, but not enough to feed yourself and/or your family? Is this what our society has become?

I'm sure you've encountered this before. I saw it today. However, I didn't see it from the next spot in the checkout line. I saw it from the inside out. That woman, the woman that obviously is doing just fine and dares to take advantage of money that others need, that's me.

A few months ago I just could not make ends meet. I'm a single mom. I had a part-time job at a school, but summer was upon us. I had no savings, no backup plan, no new job on the horizon. My pride gets the best of me sometimes, but this time was different. I needed help, and didn't know what else to do. I mentioned it to a friend, and she told me to try to get assistance. I was instantly horrified and embarrassed, but did it anyway. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I'd be able to feed my children. But even though I accepted it, I still hid it. I tried using it in stores where I knew no one. Kept my head down out of shame. Sad with the thought that my life had put me here, in my Uggs, getting free cereal and milk.

Fast forward a few months, and I now have a full-time job. No need for assistance anymore. I am a tax paying moneymaker, and used the funds when I needed them, just as people should. After this experience, there is one great thing I'm able to walk away with. The ability to not judge others.

A few years ago I would have been the first one to bitch and complain about 'that girl' in the checkout line. But sometimes you just fall, and must ask for help. Taking care of my kids is my number one priority. I'm still learning that I need help to do that. My acceptance of help is a little bit slow to unfold, but I'm well on my way.

As much as I didn't want to share this part of my life with anyone, if I can make even one person aware and a little less quick to judge, I've done what I set out to do. :)

Bad Blogger, Good Cause.

2011-10-26T10:28:00.000-04:00

Bad, bad blogger. Life has gotten in the way of my ramblings! I'm only stopping here today to ask for your help my blogger friends. Help me help a friend. A friend in need. A friend that would help anyone and everyone if she had the ability. Below is some information about her son Chris, and their situation. To the left is the badge for my Etsy store, which I recently started up again. Everything I crochet will go in my store, and every penny of the sales will go directly to helping Chris beat cancer once and for all. As a parent, as a mom, put yourself in her shoes for a few seconds and imagine what you would do, or want from friends and neighbors. Thanks in advance :)

Chris is my best friend Margaret's son. In the past couple of weeks, he has been rediagnosed with the osteosarcoma that he has battled for the past year.

In addition to all of the get well wishes and prayers that everyone is sending Chris' way, we are accepting donations for Chris and his family to help get them thru this difficult time. If you would like to help them out, any donation no matte...r how small are appreciated. Gas cards are also a huge help for all of the back and forth to the doctor and hospital appointments - BP and Sunoco are the gas stations in their area.

Donations can be mailed directly to:
Margaret Sheehy
3198 SW Sunset Trace Circle
Palm City, FL 34990-8109

Eat. Pray. Love.

2011-09-25T19:46:00.001-04:00

Nope....not talking about the book. Talking about what I witnessesed tonight. There was plenty of eating: salad, spaghetti, desserts. There was lots of praying: prayers full of hope. Love: so much love. One large room, filled with a community of friends, family, neighbors. So many people with the common goal of helping someone who has touched so many lives.

I have lived in this little town for almost 12 years now, and still have friends in NY that ask why I still live here. Nights like tonight remind me why. The sense of community here is amazing. The outreach of humanity is humbling. The generosity of others is inspiring. All too often we forget our responsibility to help others. Give back when we can. I'd give so much more if I could. If I was ever in need of a lending hand, it's nice to think there are plenty of kind people here that extend a hand without thinking twice.

And the best part....the bestest part to me....is my son. My beautiful 8 year old son. Asking if he could give tonight. If he could give all the allowance he has saved up, to help a woman he truly adores. <3

That, my city friends, is why I still live here.

BC Day 30: A picture of yourself this day and 5 good things that happened since you started the challenge

2011-09-12T08:48:00.003-04:00

A picture of myself on this day is not what you will be getting. It's 6am, I'm in pjs, so it ain't happening.

Five good things that have happened since I started :

1. I started my new full-time job, which is bringing much relief to me, my boys, and my bills.

2. My older son transitioned successfully to a new school, which has had me in a panic for months.

3. Halloween candy has hit the shelves. Hello mini Kit-Kats.

4. Not that I didn't realize if before, but I realize even more now how fortunate I am to have found someone great to walk along this crazy life path with.

5.4 is enough for me, I don't like to over do!

It's nice to be done with this '30' day challenge, back to regularly scheduled blogging!

BC Day 29: 3 wishes.

2011-09-09T06:05:00.002-04:00

Can I wish for more wishes? I'm guessing probably not.

1. I wish for my boys to live a happy, healthy life. A fun, laughter filled life. I think I've done a good job setting them up for that.

2. I wish to be around long enough to complete my bucket list.

3. I wish for this blog challenge to end.

Hee hee. Yell at me next time I say I want to do one of these 30 day thingies.

BC Day 28: Something that stresses you out.

2011-09-09T05:59:00.000-04:00

Ahhhhahhahha!!!! So much stress, can't even really talk about....blood pressure rises as I do. Dumb drivers suck.

BC Day 27: The city you live in.

2011-09-05T19:16:00.000-04:00

Ha. Not a city. A small town. A town so small, I have to drive a half an hour just to get anything I need other than food or gas. But, most of you that live in more populated areas, can't say you are blessed with views like this. 'Nuff said.

BC Day 26: Your dream wedding.

2011-09-04T15:36:00.000-04:00

*Sigh*. I have a million things I can but won't say about this topic. I already had a wedding a while back. I did it the way I thought it should be done at the time. It wasn't about the gifts, it wasn't about the food, the music, the crazy sides of each family. It was just about the bride and groom. Understated, easy. Beautiful church, simple dress, quick ceremony. Then it was right to a plane (a missed plane, but that's a story for another day), and a week on the beach. No reception, no hectic planning for everyone else to enjoy our special day.

Fast forward a ton of years, and that wedding is in my past life. I don't regret the way I did it, but I do regret two simple pieces. A dance and a cake. At the time they would have been parts of a celebration that didn't exist, and I had convinced myself I didn't need them. Of all girls, I love cake more than many things in life, and I love to dance, so I'm just not sure how that happened. At this point in time though, it wouldn't matter anyway. Those pictures and cake toppers would be buried in a box far away, and the station would be changed every time the song came on the radio.

I continually say I will not get married again. I still feel I don't need a piece of paper to have a happy life with someone(but a big ring doesn't hurt lol). However, I do find myself daydreaming about a wedding, but I think it's partially because I never truly had one. So, for daydreaming and blogging purposes only, if I had my dream wedding I would:

Fly everyone I love to a beach with us and get married barefoot. In a bohemian white dress with a flower in my curly hair. My boys and my guy in khaki shorts and short sleeved white shirts. My sisters in the color of their choice, but casual dresses. Tiffany blue color throughout. Cannoli cake. A dance floor on the beach, with dancing all night under the stars. A great band, delicious food. Awesome pictures taken throughout the day a must. That is all.

BC Day25: Put your iPod on shuffle, and give the first 10 songs.

2011-09-04T15:13:00.000-04:00

I did a post like this LONG AGO, but I know I've added/deleted many songs since. So here we go!

1. Rolling in the Deep, Adele

2. Nothing, The Script

3. Mississippi Queen, Mountain

4. Goodbye Stranger, Supertramp

5. You & Me, Dave Matthews Band

6. Stuck on You, Sugarland
7. Forget You (unedited version), Cee Lo Green

8. Pour Some Sugar on Me, Def Leppard
9. I Do, Colbie Caillat
10. I Wish, Skee-Lo

How's that for an eclectic list? lol.

BC Day 24: Something you've learned.

2011-08-26T11:48:00.000-04:00

In the words of one of the wisest book characters I've ever been fond of...

"There comes a time in every one's life when we must decide between what is right and what is easy, and what is easy is not always right." ~ Albus Dumbledore

Sure, I've learned tons throughout my life, both in and out of school. But I feel more and more these days, that you really don't learn anything until you are at least 30. You think you are learning, or sometimes already know everything, but looking back on my 20s, I can say pretty confidently that I didn't know shit about life. Career wise I knew how to do my job well(don't worry my all grown up students that I know read this lol), but as far as the meat and potatoes content of life goes, I was clueless.

Now, as I've jump-started my life this past year, I've come to find out that it's the hard decisions that truly make a difference in life. The ones that you know will make a huge impact, in both positive and negative ways. To have the bravery to not only make those decisions, but see them through is an amazing quality that I really believe comes with age. Wisdom. Courage.

For a long time I wasn't sure I was capable of making big decisions, and would constantly back-burner them. But now, I follow as Dumbledore says, and even though my choices might not be easy ones, they may in the long one be just what I need.

BC Day 23: Favorite Board Game

2011-08-23T20:23:00.000-04:00

BC Day 22: What's in your purse?

2011-08-20T07:38:00.001-04:00

The question should ask, 'what's NOT in your purse?' I feel like I'm on my way to the Let's Make a Deal game show, at the end where Monty Hall says, "I'll give you $100 if you have a hard boiled egg in your purse." Or whatever he might choose.

When you're a new mom, you have diaper bag overload. C'mon ladies, you remember. You had everything under the sun in there, and if I remember correctly, I had a list in one of my baby books of what you should have in there! Diapers, wipes, food, drink, the staples. But then you had money, medicine, bandaids, clothes, toys, etc. I giggle to myself when I see younger moms with the bags now, knowing you never use most of the 'just in case' stuff you pack!

Why am I talking about diaper bags? Well, I'm going to let you in on a secret here. I, Mama, have not always been a handbag nutjob. Before kids and being required to go out with some sort of bag, I actually NEVER carried a purse. Gasp! Ack! True stuff. I had back pockets or just a wallet, so why bother with a whole bag? Nowadays though, well, we all know I have a few too many bags living in my closet. The hard part of having so many, is the stuff inside.

I try to always have the staples. Wallet, chapstick, gum. Kids add pens, bandaids, and mini games. Glasses, cell phone, more gum. That's about it actually! It might not sound like too much, and it wouldn't be if my wallet wasn't so darn heavy! The less I choose to carry, the less I have to transfer every few days when I change bags :) I've been using a big silver Cole Haan hobo bag for almost the whole summer though, go me! The silver goes with almost everything!

BC Day 21: Something you can never get tired of doing.

2011-08-19T07:41:00.000-04:00

BC Day 20: Nicknames you have.

2011-08-18T14:28:00.000-04:00

Allison. That's me. I love my name. I love the spelling and the way it sounds. Allison Maria was a good choice on my parents' part.

Growing up my friends called me Al. They still do. I don't mind. My dad was part of the reason I was named Allison, as he is Al. And that's part of the reason my boy was named Alex, and we call him Al(or usually A-Rod). I digress. Al was a fine nickname for the tomboy that I was. And it just stuck. My sister used to call me Alvin, but eventually it shortened to Al. In college I have a few friends that called me 'short stack', 'short stuff' or again Al. All fine by me.

Nowadays I am still Al, but also Mama. That's fine too.

There's one nickname that is always associated with my name, Ali. Do not call me Ali. I cringe if someone calls me Ali. I just don't like it. Only one exception to that rule, my mom. She named me, so she can call me anything she wants. And it's cute coming from my cute mom. And that's all she ever calls me. And I'm ok with that.

But if you ever try to call me Ali, I won't even respond. Just sayin'.

BC Day 19: Something you miss.

2011-08-18T14:18:00.000-04:00

I don't really miss stuff. It's just stuff, and can always be replaced(well, except my sister's stuffed animal Chipper, may he rest in peace).

I do however, miss people. Today, I miss my kids. A ton. Since they were born, I've never ever been away from them for this long. It's a funny thing. I can pull my hair out and complain any day of the week with them home, but after a day or two of them gone, I can't stand not complaining. I know it's a great thing for moms to get a break every now and then, because as Dr. Phil has told us, if we don't take care of ourselves, we can't take care of them. But a week is a long time. L....o....n....g.... :(

BC Day 18: Favorite place to eat.

2011-08-17T07:17:00.000-04:00

I may be far from home, but my taste buds are always thinking about Frankie & Johnny's. Y.U.M.

'Nuff said.

BC Day 17: Something you're looking forward to.

2011-08-16T06:39:00.000-04:00

Right now, 6:30am sitting in a hotel room, I'm looking forward to going home tomorrow night. But that's just an every day item on my mind, just wanting to sleep in my own bed. Sleep, ha.

But something I'm looking forward to is taking my boys on their first real vacation. They've never seen the ocean. Haven't been on a plane yet. Beg me to go to Florida. I keep putting them off, knowing the younger they are, the more difficult a trip with one mama and two boys will be. I'm thinking next summer will be the time. Finally. I can't promise there will be a plane involved, but I'll be ready to take them on our first destination vacation. That part of their baby books is still blank. I was saving it for the right time :)

BC Day 16: My dream house.

2011-08-14T17:13:00.000-04:00

Whew, some of these are too big and/or vague for a short blog post. I can start by telling you I love my house. After 8 years since we built it, I now call it a home. I am continually on a quest to fix, tweak, update, and neaten every room, and it is all (slowly) coming together. The outside of the house has transformed beautifully this summer, and by next year at this time, I'm pretty sure all projects will be done!

That all being said, my dream house is not a cape cod style home in a rural development. I instantly think land. Acreage. At least 5 acres. No, 10. And I want the house in the middle, towards the back of the property. Gravel driveway from the main road, paved for the 100 feet or so closest to the house. No shortage of beautiful trees and shrubs around the property. A pond or two large enough for fishing and paddle boats.

The home itself should be a sprawling ranch. When I was younger, I'd say I wanted a big colonial. But as I get ~~older~~ wiser, I realize the importance of looking ahead. Colonials have a ton of stairs. Ugh. A ranch gives that option of living in the home long term, everything you need on one floor of the house. It should be pacific blue, black shutters, black front door. I need a HUGE kitchen, for amazing cooking and wonderful family time. I'd like a family room, living room, a handful of bathrooms, craft room, workshop, office, 4-5 bedrooms. Basement can be finished for a game room and a bar. Wrap around porch, hot tub and/or pool, flat yard for endless running and playing.

Um, that covers it I think. I don't want a mansion. Some people tend to forget they have to clean what they own as well! I just want comfort. And beauty. And a place to enjoy family. Easy enough, right?

Day 15: A moment you've felt satisfied with your life.

2011-08-12T17:48:00.000-04:00

Feeling a sense of accomplishment to me, is the same as feeling satisfied. So today, the moment that first came to my mind when I was truly satisfied, is when I completed grad school.

I decided to go to grad school right after I got out of college. Many of my friends decided to take a break before starting their Master's, but thanks to my ~~forceful~~ helpful dad, I made the decision to start right away. I wound up getting a full scholarship for the whole program at a school close to home, and moved back into my pretty pink bedroom at my parents' house.

But while I worked on my Master's, I worked on campus, then got my first(awesome) teaching job, and prepared to get married. A busy girl to say the least, but I truly enjoyed that time in my life. I got married in April of that year, and completed my Master's in May.

Looking back and knowing where I am in life now, I'm not sure I'd be able to juggle everything as well as I did back then. I'm glad I did it in that year's time after college and got it done with. After receiving my diploma in the mail, then finishing up my first year of teaching, I had a well-deserved, relaxing summer. I was satisfied with my job well done. :)

Day 14: A picture of yourself last year. How have you changed?

2011-08-11T07:30:00.000-04:00

This is a quick, easy post. My hair is WAY longer now, I've gained WAY too much weight, and I'm a WAY smarter, strong woman. 'Nuff said.

BC Day 13: Goals.

2011-08-11T07:27:00.000-04:00

This is a tough one for me. I feel like most of the goals I've set for myself over the years have been reached. I did the college/grad school thing, I have a career doing what I love, I have two awesome kids, and a beautiful home to call my own. So for right now, I'd like to just continue doing what I'm doing, be more successful at my job, and continue to raise kind, strong-willed boys.

I talk to my students all the time about short and long term goals. Even though some of them are 17 or 18 years old, they just can't deal with long term goals. It's too much pressure. It's too far away. It seems unrealistic. So we focus on the short term, more accessible goals. The ones that they can reach and succeed at. Sounds like an easy plan for some of us grown-ups too!

I just sat here and tried to think for a few minutes of what other goals I'd like to have or set for myself. I can't really think of any. Perhaps that's a good thing, a sign that I'm finally content? Or does it say that I don't want to keep striving for more? That would be that furthest thing from the truth. I think my problem is that I just can't think far enough ahead these days to even have a goal.

Today I'll just have the goal of finishing my quiet coffee and having a lovely day with the boys. It's a start, right?

BC Day 12: Something you don't leave the house without.

2011-08-09T09:58:00.001-04:00

Here's a few I choose from on a daily basis. There's plenty more, but this is what I could grab quick enough for a group photo:

What I did on my summer vacation.

2011-08-08T09:21:00.001-04:00

I just have to derail from my 30 day blogging to bring you all this article I read yesterday. I love Mitch Albom, and respect his words so much. I enjoyed this article knowing this is what I've been trying to do this summer, and I hope others can appreciate it and see how important summer really is :)

The Joys of Summer by Mitch Albom

Go ahead, kids. Lie in the grass. Study the clouds. Daydream. Be lazy. You have our permission.

I feel sorry for today’s kids. Summer comes, they’re finally free from school—and bang! Band camp. Science seminars. Internships.

Instead of downtime, it’s get-up-and-go time. Chorus travel, archaeological digs, dance tours. My nephew from Michigan flew to Georgetown University for a summer medical program, replete with cadavers. He was 16.

He’s hardly alone. Some kids fill their summers with so many prep courses that they’re ready to graduate from college by the time they get there. It’s all very admirable, but here’s a question: Why so busy?

I can make the case for doing nothing all summer. That’s right. Nothing. I know it won’t advance your kids’ career objectives or improve their SAT scores.

But it might be good for them.

When I think of my childhood summers, I remember lying in the grass, hands behind my head, feeling the blades dig into my fingers. I studied the clouds. I joked with my friends. None of us wore watches.

Weekdays were indistinguishable from weekends. I’d wake up when my eyes opened, read comic books over bowls of -cereal, go outside with my baseball glove (just in case a game broke out), and find something to do—oil my bike, make things in the garage. Was it lazy? By today’s standards, maybe. But there was a freedom that today’s kids don’t enjoy. We sat on curbs. We daydreamed. Think about the word. “Daydream.” It means your imagination wanders while your eyes are open.

What kid has time for that today? Preteens are on travel soccer teams. They fly to faraway cities. Play tournaments. Isn’t that what pro players do?

Likewise, camps chew up the summer months, but they’re no longer just softball and swimming. There are fashion camps. Circus camps. Science camps. Achievement is emphasized.

Even kids at home find their free time under scrutiny. Some children are made to adhere to playdates as if keeping a doctor’s appointment. (By the way, the closest I ever came to a “playdate” was when my mother opened the door on summer mornings and said, “Go. Don’t come back until supper.”)

We need to lighten it up. Sometimes doing nothing is doing something. Sure, camp can be fun, and travel ball is exciting, but if we cram in activities from the last day of school to the first, we’re ignoring an important fact: The way kids work during the academic year—honestly, you’d think homework was a full-time job—a mental break may be needed. These are young minds, young bodies. Replenishing the juices by kicking back is not a bad idea. And if not in childhood, then when?

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “If we don’t enroll our kids in an activity, all they’ll do is text. Or watch TV (and text) or talk on the phone (and text).”

Well, you could prevent that. You could take away the cell phone, the iPod, the Nintendo. Then see if you can get your kid to do four things in a day:

1. Have a face-to-face conversation with a friend.

2. Read something.

3. Build something.

4. Get wet. A pool. A hose. A sprinkler. Whatever.

That’s really enough. Before you can blink, it’s the school year again, where every day is jammed with sports, AP classes, student government, and field trips.

That’s fine for September. But if September is no different from June, July, and August, then we’re doing something wrong. And our kids are missing something precious.

BC Day 11: A tv show you're addicted to.

2011-08-08T08:31:00.000-04:00

Yes, you caught me. I intentionally skipped a day. But with good reason! Yesterday(Sunday) was such a relaxing, lovely day, I didn't even want to touch the computer. And, I really didn't have enough content to make a worth reading post for the topic anyway.

But tv? I can write a book about it! There's so much I watch, but right now I am madly in love with Nurse Jackie. My sister watched it and loved it, then bought my mom the dvd sets. I borrowed them, and they just sat on my dresser collecting dust for the longest time. One night I had nothing left on tivo, so I popped in disc one of season one. OH MY GOSH, I was hooked from the first episode.

It's a half hour show, which for someone jumpy and impatient like me is perfect. Short, sweet, wild, and to the point. Each episode keeps me on my toes, and makes me look forward to the next. I finished all three seasons in a three day span, and now cannot wait to see what is in store for Jackie in season four!!

If you haven't seen it, or don't have Showtime, it's available on dvd and on plenty of sites online(yes, I'm aware that's not legal, shhh)that have it. I don't usually HIGHLY recommend a show, but I certainly think Nurse Jackie is worth your time!

BC Day 9: A habit you wish you didn't have.

2011-08-06T08:53:00.000-04:00

I eat too much ice cream. I bite my cuticles. Lord know I snap my gum. But I think the worse habit I have right now is my lack of sleep. Insomnia.

Some would be quick to say, 'that's not a habit!'. But when I wasn't sure what to choose as my bad habit for today, I started looking around the cyber world for a list of bad habits. When I saw insomnia listed, I knew for sure it was the one for me!

Articles upon articles go on to say how it (in some cases) is a triggered response to an event or something stressful in life. I can't pinpoint it that exact, but my year has been one for the books for sure. They then tell that when you believe you are a poor sleeper, you continue to sleep poorly. So just like any habit, a little training and positive affirmation, and you'll be sleeping like a baby!

Surely I don't believe it's that easy, or I'd be catching mad Zs right now. Either way, if it's considered a habit, it's definitely the worst one I have right now.

BC Day 8: A place you've traveled to.

2011-08-05T21:46:00.000-04:00

Sadly, Mama hasn't gone too many places. One tropical trip, and the rest only on the east coast. Sad, right?

I actually don't even have somewhere that's worth all the oooh's and ahhh's of a descriptive trip. I get bored quickly on vacation, and have a hard time just soaking in the surroundings. Well, I should say I used to, meaning when I actually had time to vacation, sans children of course. These days perhaps I would appreciate and enjoy a trip a bit more, knowing how much I could use one!

Maybe I should say where I'd like to go instead. I'd like to go to a specific tropical island. I'd like to go to Greece. The Grand Canyon. Gotta see Mount Rushmore. I'd like to take a cruise to Alaska. Maybe when I hit Powerball tomorrow...

BC Day 7: Your favorite movie.

2011-08-04T08:49:00.000-04:00

Can I just start with saying holy cannoli, how can it be the 7th day already? Time is going way too fast!

My favorite movie. It's like picking a favorite song....how does one choose just one? There are so many I can watch over and over (Grease, Walk the Line, Moulin Rouge). I think half of my friends will tell you my favorite movie is The Wizard of Oz. The other half will tell you it's definitely Goodfellas. They are both huge contenders, no doubt, but after the millionth view, they've each lost a bit of their luster. Then I was going to say You've Got Mail, because I truly, truly love it. But I'm going with one a bit off the charts. You may not have heard of it or seen it, but hopefully you have.

David Duchovny plays a grieving widower trying out his dating skills, and he of course falls for Minnie Driver. The emotion throughout the movie is heartfelt, I love the soundtrack, and I love the cast. Minnie's dad is played by Carroll O'Connor, and he and his buddies remind me of my grandpa.

I have nothing negative to say about this movie. Sure, it's a bit corny to some, too lovey and silly, but I love it. I cry every time I watch it, I smile every time I watch it, and I can still watch it all the way through without being bored and fast forwarding. All of those thoughts and more, put Return to Me at the top of my list. For today at least.

BC Day 6: A picture of you as a baby.

2011-08-03T12:22:00.000-04:00

I'm not shy about saying I was darn cute as a baby. Bright-eyed, smiley, and as I got a bit older, phenomenal hair. It's hard to choose just one cutey shot of me, but I choose this one for a few reasons. Of course I look awesome in that strawberry dress and tights. It's taken in my bedroom when I was little, and I think my mom still has those curtains. And most importantly, I'm standing there smiling with one of the bestest, kindest, strongest ladies I've ever had the privilege to know: my grandma!

BC Day 5: A song to match your mood today.

2011-08-02T08:53:00.004-04:00

I find this to be a difficult post. I live for music, and think it's crazy for me to have to pick just one song. I'd consider today's mood optimistic(yes, you read correctly!). A few Cake songs, Chris Cornell, and Weezer were top contenders. But I've chosen a song a bit off the beaten path. One that has that soulful 60s sound I love so much, a colorful video, and I just love some of the lyrics. Paloma Faith, Upside Down:

♫ Angels watching over me with smiles upon their face/ Cause I have made it through this far in an unforgiving place/ It feels sometimes this hill's too steep for a girl like me to climb/ But I must knock those thoughts right down I'll do it in my own time.♫

There's plenty of days for me that feel like I'm slowly walking uphill. All. Day. Long. Every day brings it's new challenges for me, but I'm learning to be ok with it, and face it all head on. And if I'm not living the way someone else wants me or expects me to live, well that's just tough crap. I see things differently than others. And as Paloma Faith says, ♫"I'm not a fool, I'm just upside down."♫

BC Day 4: Your parents or siblings.

2011-08-01T10:01:00.000-04:00

Well, I've already told you how awesome my mom is. But how much do you know about my sisters?

I have two sisters, both older than me. Not a ton older, but older enough that we almost lived completely different and separate lives until I was in college. Now that we are all grown up, we are inseparable. Over the last few years our family has been tested tremendously, and together we've come through everything life has thrown at us.

They are so different from each other and me in so many ways. Yet despite all of our differences, we share a bond that so many siblings don't share, but wish they did. I can pick up the phone any time of day, and have an ear to listen. I may live 2 hours away, but there's no distance between us. We laugh a ton when we are together, and know how to balance each others' lives. I'm lucky and thankful to have two big sisters that love me so much.

Me, my sisters, and our mama:)

BC Day 3: Your first love.

2011-07-31T09:46:00.000-04:00

Where to begin. It was a love that knew no limits. A love that grew over the years, and has never truly faded away. When I needed him, he was there. When I needed to vent, he was there. When I needed a hug, he was there. We went everywhere together, and he even vacationed with my family.

I'm not even exactly sure when he first came to me, but he's been around for as long as I can remember. I remember when I left home to go to college, I wanted him to come with me, but just knew it was time to spread my wings and fly solo.

But he's still with me today. I see him and smile, fondly thinking about all the fun we've had over the years. I'll love him forever. He's Potbelly Bear.

Blog Challenge Day 2: Meaning Behind Your Blog Name

2011-07-30T15:22:00.001-04:00

Well, it's a pretty straightforward name: Life in the Slow Lane.

I've always felt like living in New York, my life moved so quickly. High school was over in the blink of an eye, then college went waaay too fast. What I wouldn't give to be back up at Oneonta having fun. Then before I knew it, it was grad school, full time job, and marriage. Where were the years going?

But thankfully, the move to PA ten years ago brought life to a lovely slowed-down pace. Not just because everyone around me does things slower, drives slower, etc., but I just feel more at peace here. More relaxed. Calmer(I didn't say calm, I said calmER). I'm pretty sure(almost definitely sure) I'd never be able to go back to a hurried NY life. Yes, having two wild boys at times has me wishing days go by quickly, but my dad has always taught me not to wish it away.

So here I am. PoconosMama, enjoying My Life in the Slow Lane.

Anyone else up for a new challenge?

2011-07-28T21:50:00.000-04:00

Ok peeps, it's time once again for a 30 day blog challenge! This one is actually more about blogging than the 30 Day Photo Challenge. It's the same idea, one topic per day (or as close to it as possible, I know a few of the photo days I would have to double up on!). For me it's a way to stay consistent with my blogging, get some ideas of topics, since my brain is like a piece of swiss cheese these days, and keep busy while I never sleep!

So here is the list below. If you'd like to join in, copy, paste, and get writing! I am going to cheat a tad though, for Day 1, it's reaaaallly similar to Day 1 of the Photo Challenge, so click HERE if you really need to reread what Mama is all about. I'm considering my typing right now Day 1 :)

Day 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15 interesting facts
Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name
Day 3: Your first love
Day 4: Your parents or siblings
Day 5: A song to match your mood today
Day 6: A picture of you as a baby
Day 7: Favorite movie
Day 8: A place you've traveled to
Day 9: A habit you wish you didn't have
Day 10: Something you're afraid of
Day 11: A tv show you're addicted to
Day 12: Something you don't leave the house without
Day 13: Goals
Day 14: A picture of you last year - how have you changed?
Day 15: A moment you've felt satisfied with your life
Day 16: Dream house
Day 17: Something you're looking forward to
Day 18: Favorite Place to Eat
Day 19: Something you miss
Day 20: Nicknames you have
Day 21: Something you could never get tired of doing
Day 22: What's in your purse?
Day 23: Favorite board game
Day 24: Something you've learned
Day 25: Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs
Day 26: Your Dream Wedding
Day 27: The city you live in
Day 28: Something that stresses you out
Day 29: 3 Wishes
Day 30: a picture of yourself this day and 5 good things that happened
since you started the challenge

Get in line!

2011-07-24T21:03:00.000-04:00

I have been asked more times than I can count over the years, "but how did you know your son has autism?" It's a loaded question, and has a long list of answers. Some are the expected answers from the time
of his diagnosis: he doesn't talk, doesn't look anyone in the eye, flaps his hands. But over time you continue to notice other characteristics. One for me was the way he lines up objects. The first time I thought it was a typical behavior, and cute. Then after a few I realized it was more than that.

As different as it may be, I always found it to be one of the more interesting behaviors he has and never understood it. But I immediately decided that I would take pictures whenever I could, and always thought about creating a visual diary. Either way, I thought I'd share some of my more favorite pictures. Neat, huh?

The Colors of My Life.

2011-07-16T20:10:00.000-04:00

I don't know why it popped into my head the other day, but I realized that my favorite color recently changed. I'm sure there's some people that have the same favorite color throughout their life. But mine has changed a few times since I was little. Such a silly thing to even give any thought to, but I guess when you have young kids that color and ask you what your favorite crayon is, it reminds you.

I took a minute to actually search around to see what the colors of my life have meant. It's funny, the descriptions of "What your favorite color says about you" kinda sorta fit me throughout the years. Here's a little breakdown:

1. When I was little, my favorite color was PINK. HOT PINK.

This color embodies the gentler qualities of Red, symbolizing love and affection
without passion. Pink desires protection, special treatment and a sheltered life.
Pink people require affection and like to feel loved and secure.

2. As I got closer to high school, and through college, my favorite color was PURPLE.

Purples are highly individual, fastidious, witty and sensitive, with a strong desire
to be unique and different. Temperamental, expansive and artistic, a Purple
person may become aloof and sarcastic when misunderstood.

3. When I got a little older I was looking for a bit more color in my life, one to make me happy. My favorite color was TURQUOISE.

Complex, imaginative and original, Turquoise people drive themselves hard
and may be in a state of turmoil under their outwardly cool exterior.

4. Not sure why, but right now, my favorite color is NAVY BLUE.

Soft, soothing, compassionate and caring. Patient, persevering, conscientious,
sensitive and self-controlled, Blues like to be admired for their steady character
and wisdom. They are faithful, but are often worriers.

So, my colors of life show that I have gone from a sarcastic, free-spirit looking for love, to a compassionate worrier. Like I said, a silly thing to think about, but somehow a crayon box speaks the truth.

I'm just fine.

2011-07-12T19:37:00.001-04:00

Over the last year and a half I have learned more than I ever imagined I could. Just when I feel stuck and cannot do something, I realize that some things are not an option and just must be done. The only difference now being divorced, is that I have to(or at least should) do them myself. Here’s a few ideas that come to mind of what I’ve come to learn, love, and appreciate during this period of time.

Having flip flops on all the time makes killing bugs a cinch.

Mowing the lawn might seem like a big chore, but really it’s quiet time when you can’t hear the kids fighting.

Extra sleep is essential.

How to cook a portion for one.

Having a messy house once in a while is ok, raising boys is messy sometimes.

I am a good mother.

How to really PLAY with my boys.

Doing all chores myself is way easier than having to ask someone for help multiple times.

My boys come first. All day. Every day.

A pretty pink toolbox can solve a lot of household problems.

How to laugh until my stomach hurts and tears are running down my face. I forgot how to do that.

Holidays are important to the kids, so they need to be important to me again.

Communication is key.

Some things just aren’t worth fighting over. Pick and choose your battles.

With that, teach the boys to pick and choose their battles with each other.

I enjoy not sharing the tv remote.

Moms need time-outs too.

And above all else, put one foot in front of the other. I still have my hard days, my sad days, my stressful days. But taking a step each day, whether big or small, will lead me to the happy life the boys and I deserve.

To bunk or not to bunk? That is the question.....

2011-07-11T09:23:00.000-04:00

My boys are now 6 and 8 years old. With these ages comes a healthy dose of attitude, back talk, and lack of respect. I think being a single mom makes that an even trickier situation for me. Not only do they not act kindly towards me, but towards each other. Even as I'm typing this, they are upstairs fighting about one playing music and the other one not wanting to hear it. Pick and choose your battles boys!

Over the last few weeks I've been contemplating putting them in one bedroom. My older one has a bedroom that is bigger than mine, and even has 2 closets. I could make the younger's room a playroom, so that would mean no crowding in the big room as well. So win/win as far as any space issues go.

But of course it's not all about aesthetics(even though yay I'd get to decorate a play room!). I'm hoping to ~~force~~ encourage a sense of respect between the brothers. Maybe, just maybe they can learn to cooperate? Play nicely? Agree to disagree?

I'm almost certain this change is going to happen here this week, whether they like the idea or not. But I need to know....What kind of experience do you have with putting your kids in one room? Or did you share a room with siblings? I'd love to hear about it, the good and the bad!

Miss Me Yet?

2011-07-08T19:29:00.000-04:00

Geez, even I miss me being here, so you just must miss me! After a MONTH of having no internet, it looks like my troubles are finally cleared up! Hopefully I will have a nice, consistent connection for the rest of my days.

It's very difficult to live without internet that long. Every time I say, 'o, I'll check' it usually means I'm going to hop on Google. Not cool. And of course living in the sticks means I can't even pull 3G in at my house!!! But hopefully, I'm here to stay!

I have a ton to say and write about(and read on your blogs!!!), but right now I just wanted to say hi! I'm just getting ready to head out the door to NY for the weekend. Nothing better than seeing my Mama :)

Catch you all in a few days!!

My Favorite Auction Find...

2011-06-02T21:23:00.001-04:00

So, we went to this interesting auction over the weekend. Apparently it's held once a month, and it's 'silent'. No screaming and yipping bids, simply people with tiny mini golf pencils scrambling back and forth and grumbling about outbidding each other. Different. Strange. And awesome.

We came home with some fun trinkets. A gumball machine, a drum set for my boy's birthday, some figurines, and this. This neat box that caught my eye during the last few minutes of the auction. People were fighting over some jewelry crap, so of course I had to get close enough to see what was going on. But as I did, I saw this sad little box. The tag said "Old Carnival Toy" and there was only one bid placed for $3. I've seen them before, not sure where, but I like them. So I bid $5. And won. Here's an ~~crummy~~ video I took so you can see.

You simply turn the box over a few times and set it down. The sand inside creates the motion you see. It sits on my work desk, and I mindlessly play with it during the day. I think it might be pretty old, and I'm sure it's worth more than the $5 I paid for it. Definitely a good find from a fun day!

Everyday Etiquette.

2011-05-31T10:16:00.000-04:00

I had what we will call a little 'incident' this morning. I told a woman something, and her reaction was hands cupped to mouth, gasps, and teary pity eyes. All I could think was 'man, she could have at least pretended to react better.' It made me think about something a bit unrelated, but I still thought it would make for a good post!

A while back I wrote about 'Annoying People', and this post today has the same underlying tone. Etiquette is something that has been lost on many people. Sometimes you hear the word 'etiquette' and think table manners or something like that, but there's more to it. It's a social norm of behavior that's unwritten. Some people may need some etiquette help. It's not that they are rude(sometimes), it's just that they have no consideration. Or they don't think. Or they don't know better. Whatever the case may be, here's to those who could try a bit harder.

#1. If you're coming in or out of a store, the rule is stay to the right. If I'm coming out, and starting to push on the right door, don't stand there waiting to come in after I 'open the door for you'. There's a handle on that door to your right, grab and use it lazy.

#2. If the line is long and I'm in it with you, don't find that a reason to talk to me. If I don't know you, I don't want to talk to you. (this one might not be etiquette, but still bugs me lol)

#3. Turning? Thinking of turning? Waiting for a parking space? For the love of god, use your blinker.

#4. If there's a pregnant woman within reach, that does NOT give you free reign to touch, rub, and ask a million questions. Especially the touch part.

#5. Don't scream at your kid in public. Or you, lady I saw the other day, don't pull her hair. I don't want to hear it, and I definitely don't want to have to step in, but I will.

#6. If you pull into a 'handicapped' parking spot, and stick your little sign up on your rearview mirror, your ass best get out of that car looking sickly. Otherwise you are wasting a perfectly good spot for someone that truly needs it.

#7. Back to driving...the courtesy wave goes a long way...

#8. Guys, if you see a gal struggling with something...carrying bags, lifting a box, HELP HER. Even if you don't plan on getting her number, it sure would be a sweet gesture.

#9. Don't spit on the ground where I or my children may walk. Gross.

#10. My favorite. SAY THANK YOU. Especially if I purchase something at your store. "Thank you! Have a great day!" Not really complicated words, but they go a long way. And don't forget, my buying at your store keeps your job going. So it wouldn't be the worst thing you said all day ;)

I have more but I'll save them for another grumbly day!

My Award Goes To......

2011-05-24T11:25:00.000-04:00

In an attempt to find something different to do in BlogLand, I'm going to make up my own version of something I saw a while back. I'm going to give out awards. Today is my first award 'ceremony', and I'd like to bestow the Stylish Blogger Award to my friend Allison over at Lipgloss Lounge. Allison, please accept my ~~silly~~ award, tell the readers a thing or two about your style do/don'ts, and pass it along to another fashionable friend.

Allison is a gal after my own heart. Not only is she a fashionista that keeps up on today's trends, but she does it without overpaying for beauty. A combination I love and admire. Shoes, bags, manicures, hair accessories, and cute skirts are just some of the many things you can learn about from Allison.

So head on over to find out what your personal style is lacking!

'Turn' the day around for some giggles!

2011-05-15T08:55:00.000-04:00

My mind is ALWAYS going. Probably why I don't sleep all that much. But lately it's usually just thinking of things to do with the boys. Fun, inexpensive things that will create some great memories for them. So today, Backwards Day was born.

I sometimes make chocolate chip pancakes for dinner since I know they both like them. With a side of bacon. Simple and filling, score. So as I thought of making that for tonight, I realized breakfast would be at dinner time, so why not dinner at breakfast time? They came downstairs and the first thing I asked was, "what kind of ice cream would you like? Whipped cream and sprinkles too?" They looked at me like I really lost my mind this time.

But once I explained my plan they were right there with me. They had heaping bowls of ice cream with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles as we waited for the pizza to cook. Then they had two slices each and a glass of soda. It's now 8:30am and they are very full. I'm sure the rest of the day won't be as eventful as the totally silly breakfast, but I did what I set out to do. Hear them laugh, see them have fun, and make a memory, and perhaps even a new tradition.

Next weekend I think we will picnic on the porch.

If I could talk to me again.

2011-05-14T07:47:00.001-04:00

Did you see the video floating around this week to talk to your younger self about skin cancer? It was wonderfully done, and it made me ask myself what I'd say to my younger self if I had the chance. Nothing deep, nothing about future predictions. Just life at that age. Here it is.

Dear 16 year old me,

You and your friends should try a bit less hairspray. Try to be nicer to the other cliques of girls in school, even though you are in one of the more known bitchier cliques. It won't matter years later who you hung out with most, it will matter who you were kindest to. If they are real friends, you will continue to be friends with them 10/20/30 years down the line.

Don't dump boy #1 for boy #2. Boy #2 will cause you unnecessary heartache and pain, and even many years after high school still make you regret your decision. Boy #1 becomes a great friend despite the mess, so appreciate that friendship.

The job you have now is the best job you'll ever have. Enjoy every minute. I really think it strengthens your interpersonal skills and helps to prepare you for your work with fellow teachers and parents.

Spend more time with your grandparents. You'll regret it later if you don't. Give them a call, stop in for a visit, and ask lots of questions about their lives.There's no better gift to give your kids than family stories.

I know you take lots of pictures, but just put them in albums. Don't rip them up after a friendship or relationship is over, don't toss them as you get older. They are a great way to look back, share with your kids, reminisce about good times.

Keep a journal. Not a diary with your deepest, darkest secrets, just some everyday info a few times a week. Your memories start to fade after about 10 years or so.

Continue to not smoke or doing drugs. You'll be very grateful in the long run that you made that right choice, especially as you watch a few friends spiral out of control.

Mom and Dad really are doing everything for your own good. It's tough love, and you will do it with your own boys when you get older.(yes, 2 boys!)

Ihave lots more to tell you, but you are still young and I don't want to overwhelm you with the bigger stuff in life. Just enjoy every minute. Don't wish it away :)

Love, me

How can it be? Mama is never silent!

2011-04-22T18:28:00.000-04:00

I've been asked a few times over the last few days why I'm not writing. Truth is...

Sorry. Instead, here's a clip that reminds me of how I feel these days. Sorry folks, park's closed. Moose out front should've told ya!

F'n Facebook.

2011-04-20T16:37:00.000-04:00

I check my Facebook first thing in the morning like it's the newspaper. Sure, I'm highly addicted, and do enjoy it, but I know it comes with a price.

It starts with friending just the people you already know are on there, the ones that have been bugging you to join. Then, as you sniff around their friend lists, you get a little more wild and start friending there friends. In time, you start to dig into a 3rd/4th/5th parties' list, have no idea how you got there, yet are amazed to see even more people you know.

Then you move on to searching for and friending people you used to go to school with. You find that half you've been truly curious how they are doing, and the other half you are just being totally nosey and want to see what kind of life they have(or don't!).

Once you have an ample list of friends, it's time to move on to your profile editing. Just the right picture, and just enough but not too much personal info. Give them what sounds awesome about you, leave out the hum drum.

Back to the friends. Weed through after a while and start blocking comments of those you are sick of hearing from. You know the ones. They constantly play a game. They always talk about their wedding a year away. They give every mundane detail of what their baby ate that day. Block, block, block.

How about Facebook and a relationship? What happens there? Jealousy, questioning, and pissiness are all common symptoms for those faced with relationship demons on Facebook. 'Oh, why did you friend him/her? Why bother talking to them? Huh, are you interested in him/her again?' Dramaaaaa!!!

Then of course last but not least, is the almighty power to delete others. How does one go so far as to delete someone? Or be deleted? Well, an obvious one I know I've been deleted for is honesty. I call it like I see it, and make no apologies for it. I know it offends some, so I've been deleted for that. I've seen some deleted just because they've pissed someone off in the outside world, and couldn't stand even looking at them in cyber land. Those that can dish it but can't take it, they unfriend you quickly. Those that choke you with politics, religion, philosophy, inspiration, or anything else that sucks when you're in a bad mood....unfriended. And of course, the be all end all unfriending....the end of a relationship. Whether it's a friendship or a relationship relationship, it's the definite culminating activity that must be done for some to go on with life. Sad, huh?

I'll say the same thing I've always said since I started on Facebook over 4 years ago. It's a website. It's nice to interact with others you know, no matter how far away they are. But that's all it is. Get over it. Don't take it so damn seriously.....Now go friend me if you haven't already! ;)

Healthy, Cheap Snack Idea? Yes Please!

2011-04-11T13:37:00.000-04:00

I'm always, always looking for easy, healthy snacks for my kids. Well, whole meals too, but we all know impossible that is. But the other days I whipped something up that even had me pleasantly surprised. It's cheap, it's quick, it's healthy, and it's delish!

I'm a big fan of the Christmas Tree Shop, but don't usually go into their food section. Last week I did though, and found these 'toast' crackers, almost like melba toast. They had a few different flavors, 32 in a pack, just $1! I bought a few packs and knew I'd find something great to use them for.

I had just purchased some yummy on the vine tomatoes that day too, so I decided to use them. I diced the tomatoes, and added a hint of onion, basil, salt, parmesan, and some balsamic vinegar and olive oil. Tossed it together and created a little tomato salad.

That's it folks! After that, I simply placed a few toasts on a plate and put some of the tomato mixture on top. No cooking. No effort. So good. The crunchiness of the toast paired with the freshness of the mixture is heavenly.

My older one loved them, my little one is afraid of tomatoes. That's ok, he still enjoys the toast, and I know eventually I'll find something to put on it for him too!

I've been driving for 19 years!

2011-04-06T08:23:00.000-04:00

My dad has a habit of buying a new car every year(used to be every six months!) and I think I got that habit. I've tried to stretch it to every 2-3 years at this point in life, but I'm thinking if I get back into a comfy place in life money-wise, I'll be right back to it. Here's a look back at some of my cars....

My first car was a 1979 VW Rabbit in poo brown. My dad and I sanded it down and took it for a $99 Maaco paint job. I chose turquoise. Horrid. We called it the blue dot special after that. I loved that car.

My next baby was a 1987 Mercury Lynx. I liked this car, had much more room than the VW. I had an accident on the way to school one morning(rear ended my friend's mom!) and my punishment was to pay off the damage repair. I came home from work one day and the car was gone, dad sold it. Apparently when you go to college you don't need a car. :/

My 1993 Geo Tracker, by far my favorite to that point, and my friends will all tell you it was fun! Top down, music up, good times. The snow up at college was no match for Barbie.

Got home from college, got engaged, got a job, decided I'd be cool and get a new car. I chose the coolest at the time, a brand new 2000 Subaru Impreza RS. I LOVED driving her. Got lots of double takes driving her. Needless to say, I bit off more than I could chew and couldn't afford her, so she was gone too soon.

Got a friend to buy my Subaru, and paid me in money and this cute little 1993 Eagle Talon TSI. Hardly drove it, because I was already off to New Hampshire to buy the one below.

Another Eagle Talon TSI, but this one was a quick gal. I still remember pulling into a deli parking lot, and boys started to come over to 'car talk'. When they saw me get out they were shocked I was a girl, and asked twice if it was really my car. Yes boys, she drives a stick and she drives it quickly ;)

I loved that Talon, but she got sick, and I traded the two Talons in for a new 2001 Nissan Sentra. My first 4 door car and it was kinda nice to be able to put my stuff on the back seat with such ease! She got sideswiped by a sleepy driver, but we were safe. After too many bad rains and a move to PA, we realized she couldn't stand up to the weather conditions.

So back to four wheel drive for me. My 2002 Kia Sportage. Eh, honestly I can't say anything bad about it, but it was a bit small, and when you're dad surprises you with a new car you don't say no, so....

I got my Subaru Impreza wagon, maybe 2001, as I was pregnant with my first and needed a safe mom-mobile. This was a super car, fit everything nicely, comfy, loved it.

But, it really only fit one child well, so I got a 2003 Subaru Forester. Love love loved my Forester! She was racking up the miles, and being spoiled she left me too soon as well.

After much deliberation, silly me traded my Forester for a new 2010 Nissan Rogue. It had some great features, was roomy, and had my first sunroof! But at about 3500 miles she had a transmission problem, and that told us what we could probably expect from her in the future, and I wanted her gone.

And so I came back to a Subaru Forester, a 2010. What a beauty. She should have come along instead of the Rogue, but you live and learn I suppose. We've been through alot me and this gal, and she's been great to me. I plan to keep her for a while. Well, as of now I do. I already know what I'd like next, but you'll just have to wait and see :)

Light It Up!

2011-04-01T07:48:00.000-04:00

Today, April 1st, is the beginning of Autism Awareness Month, and tomorrow is World Autism Day. You may see many buildings or homes with blue lights on over the next few days to commemorate it. I'm not one to over-blog about Autism. I advocate when families need me, or am always a phone call away to answer questions. But it's something I care to keep on my homefront.

But today I need you to read the current statistics, and I'll keep it quick and simple.

In 2004, 1 in 166 children were diagnosed with Autism. When my son was diagnosed in 2007, it was 1 in 150. Today, 1 in 110 children are diagnosed with Autism. That's a 600% increase in the last 20 years. 1 in 70 is the rate in boys.

There is no known medical detection or cure for Autism.

Support.

Educate.

Advocate.

Thinking spring is the only way we're going to witness it!

2011-03-29T09:03:00.000-04:00

I changed my layout(you like?) because I think I was jumping the gun a bit. Yes, I wear flip flops as of March 1st, but it was just a misleading thought that summer or even spring might actually visit this year.

I love spring. I love the smells. I love the changes in this beautiful, natural place I live in. I love the sound of my son clinking his aluminum bat on the ground, getting ready for baseball. I love letting the dog out to sniff around for an hour. I love sitting on the porch and staring into nothingness, and listening to the silence. I love opening the sunroof. You get the idea. But Mama Nature just isn't respecting the agreement to bring spring. It's 30 degrees today. The sun has peeked out, but it's still too cold to be anywhere but indoors.

I can go on complaining, but we are all in the same cold boat here. I just don't want to miss spring all together and suddenly it's summer. That happens to me every year with fall/winter, and it ticks me off. So let's all hope for some subtle signs of spring this upcoming weekend!!

A snowy path to clarity.

2011-03-28T09:53:00.000-04:00

I've been up since 3:30am with my son. I decided somewhere in the 5am range that today would be a great day to go walk the track. I layered my clothes, got my iPod, and set off. Little did I know before I left the house that it was 17 degrees out and completely frigid.

Half way around the track I slipped on ice. Hmm, I figured it would be all melted by now. Then around the next bend, it wasn't melted at all. It was covered with about 4 inches of snow. The wind started blowing, my eyes started watering, and I just stopped. I looked ahead, knowing how far away the melted area(and my car!) were. I got really upset. I wanted to cry. I wanted to go home.

Then I looked off to my right towards more snow. The track is around a huge field, and right in the middle is a covered picnic area. I remembered from last year that there is an off-shoot on my path to get to the picnic area. Maybe that would be a bit more walkable.

So, I trudged through the snow, and found some walkable ground on my way to the middle of the field. I made it to the picnic tables, where it's poured concrete and lovely to walk on, then headed through some more snow to get to my car. When I finally got there I kicked up the heat and headed home.

As I took that side path, I felt defeated. I felt like I wasn't reaching my goal of simply getting around the track one time despite the snow. I felt like I took the easy way out. I felt like I should have tried harder to get through the snow and cold. I felt....like this walk was mimicking everything else going on in my life.

I'm my toughest critic, and it's a hard pill for me to swallow when I know I'm not succeeding at something. Succeeding in my eyes, not others. There have been times over the last year I've felt like I took the easy way out, I should have tried harder, I've been defeated. I've refused to take a shortcut like I did this morning, feeling like if I do it isn't true success. It's a cop-out.

But I think I gained some clarity during my walk. Yes, I was a bit defeated, and in no way wanted to trudge through the rest of the snow. And I realized I didn't have to. Choosing a simpler path doesn't always mean failure, it means knowing when to know your limits and seek a different way.

Even though I didn't get everything I wanted to out of my walk around the path, I gained enough perspective and courage to try harder to walk the path standing in front of me.

(well of course Gino took the walk with me!!)

Not sure 'sublime' would be the word I'd use for this hair color.

2011-03-27T16:46:00.001-04:00

I usually review things after I've fully tried them out. But for this experiment, I decided to do a blog-as-I-go. I enjoy changing my hair color from time to time, and today I decided to try this.

The box and directions make it sound SO easy. How could I not try it?? I read all the directions, it starts as the usual 'mix this with that', then you put on the foaming pump top and SWIRL, don't shake.

Now here's the thing. Mama has a LOT of hair. It's long, and it's quite thick. I can usually cover all of my hair with one box of color, but this was my obvious first concern. I swirled, I pumped. It looks just like a light mousse. I apply to the top of my hair first. The first thought I had was 'huh!' in a pleasantly surprised way. I was sure to research and read reviews, and most people said it was easy to use, not messy, and even in color.

So, my first pass on the top of my head was fine. Then it was a bit downhill from there. I wasn't sure how to pump... should I hold it and pump? Gotta pump into your hand, not directly on your hair. So I put it on the sink and pumped. It kept tipping over, I got it on the sink, and I'm pretty sure the dog may be wearing some too.

Then there's the coverage. I'm pretty sure I got all my hair, but it's so hard to tell with this mop. It doesn't stay foamy, it just looks wet now. I clipped it up, and it's a 30 minute wait. BUT, the directions say you should 'continually massage it in'. Want to know why? Because as I'm sitting here typing, I keep feeling something on the back of my neck. So I'm guessing it's drippy. Ugh, so far I'm not enjoying this process. 25 minutes more to wait.

32 MINUTES ELAPSE: For my dark hair, I usually wait at least 10 minutes more than called for, but for experimental purposes I did it properly. The dye never smelled which was nice, and washed out eh, fairly easy. I did the conditioner, and dried it. Below is my final product.(kinda hard to find the same light twice!) I'm very used to having no change in color since my hair is so dark. It covered my stubborn roots just ok, not terrific. There is definitely a subtle hint of 'Spicy Auburn', but definitely nothing like the before/after pics on the box. The best part to me is that the color is even, all through my big hair. That's a very difficult task for me to get right.

I'm not so sure I'd buy this product again. I guess it depends on how long it lasts. If the color was more vibrant, I think I would buy it again. Then again, knowing I never really get the color the box shows me I will, it's no different than any other time I've tried to change it up a bit. I guess I can safely give it 3 out of 5 stars. Smell, ease, and consistent color are my favorite aspects.

Let me know if you try it, I'd love to hear how different colors work out!

My Hershey Park Life.

2011-03-24T11:34:00.000-04:00

Hershey Park. My favorite place on earth. Usually I think happy, fun things about the park. But today is a bit different. I'm feeling unsettled right now. No idea why. Very unsettled. In fact, so unsettled that I just wrote an entire post, just to delete it. That sounds more like uncertainty than unsettled, but nonetheless.

So many people say life is like a roller coaster. Super Dooper Looper, Great Bear, even the simple Trailblazer. They all have their ups and downs. Sure, I understand that, but right now I'm thinking of other rides in Hershey my life is like.

Frontier Flyers: Around and around, no end in site, just a constant motion. Leaves you with a crappy feeling, a headache, and me personally, the pukes, as you swing back and forth.

Lightning Racers: A dueling wooden coaster of sorts, two tracks, which coaster do you choose? You try to take the right path, but are never sure it's right. Reminds me there's always the need to compete against others, do better than them, accomplish more.

Carousel: A beautiful ride, though a bit mundane and predictable. Actually it's the brass ring concept of the carousel, that I was thinking of. That feeling of continually trying to reach that goal, and continually being disappointed.(no brass ring on the Hershey carousel though!)

Skyview: These little pods hang by a wire and transport you across the park. Feels like you're looking down on life, seeing all the places you've been, things you've done, mistakes you've made.

Wildmouse: A simple looking 'coaster' from the ground, but once you get on, you can't help screaming your way through. Just when you think everything is ok, and life feels like it's settling, you're suddenly whipped around another dangerous curve.

These days, I wish my life was more like the good ol' Monorail. It's calm, it's quiet, it's slow paced. It takes in all the beauty in and around the park, and leaves riders relaxed and ready to take on the rest of the park.

It works EVERY time!

2011-03-23T09:10:00.000-04:00

I'm going to let you in on my secret 'hey kids, get upstairs and go to bed!' technique. I've been using it with the boys for over a year now, and it works like a charm. Every time. Remember of course that with anything like this, there is a warning label. Not every child will fall for it every time, or at all, it may cause some injuries(even to mom), and it may cause a tiff now and then. But other than that, it's super simple.

My boys fight me to go to bed on a regular basis. They make themselves dead weight so I can't carry them. They pretend they don't hear me say 'ok bedtime!' So, I say these 6 simple words. Actually, now I only say the first 5 words, some nights even 3. Ready? Here it is ...

On your mark.... get set.....go!

And that's it folks! I turn getting up to the bathroom and bed a simple race. Two boys vs. one mama. They never let me win, some nights I even start on the second steps and say it. They love beating me up the steps, beating each other, and it gets out that last burst of energy for the night. Sounds ridiculous, right? Well, it is. And that's fine, because in our house it's the only consistent way to get my boys to bed. And it's fun :)

Soundtrack of my Life

2011-03-17T09:19:00.001-04:00

I feel like I did this sometime long ago, but I can't find it, and I'm sure my answers would be different now. So today I'm taking a lazy approach to blogging, filling out a good old survey. Just some great songs I love for different times in life.

Opening credits: Viva La Vida, Coldplay

Average day: Today, Smashing Pumpkins

Driving: American Girl, Tom Petty

Bad day: Fell on Black Days, Soundgarden

Fight scene: Mama Said Knock You Out, LL Cool J

Mental breakdown: Landslide, Stevie Nicks

Graduation: Closing Time, Semisonic

First date: easy! First Date, Blink 182

Falling in love: Falling, Jamiroquai

Breaking up: She Hates Me, Puddle of Mudd

Long night alone: Mad World, Gary Jules

Wedding: Grow Old with You, Adam Sandler

Reflecting on life: In My Life, The Beatles

Reflecting on love: Lovesong, The Cure

Death scene: Champagne Supernova, Oasis

Closing credits: Claire de Lune, Debussy

If You Have a Bad [hair] Day...

2011-03-14T17:30:00.000-04:00

I love my sunglasses. They are pretty and dark and big. I take them everywhere I go. I have some cheap backup pairs, but I love these most of all.

This morning I went to take the boys to school with my hair all a flutter. When not straightened, I have big hair. I didn't stress big enough there. BIG hair. It's wavy and wild and all over. Fun, but not when you try to look presentable. No time to straighten, too squirrely to pull back, couldn't find a good hat, so I just left it in it's natural, crazy state. Good thing I live in a place where people don't care all that much.

When we were almost to school I took a peek in the rear view and just could not bear to get out of the car looking like that. I looked all over the car for a quick fix, and aha! My sunglasses. Sure, it's raining out, but maybe there's a glare that I needed them for. I brushed my hair off my face, then put my sunglasses on top of my head. Viola. Tossed hair is now tamed. And cute.

I read a few articles about people's dislike for sunglasses in hair when not in use. A fashion no-no if there's no sun and you are indoors. Hmm, I don't recall asking for an opinion. I looked up sunglass headbands, with the quick thought of what a great thing that would be. All I found was the headbands from my younger years, and I know I had a hot pink pair and probably purple.

Sunglasses should be accepted as a hair accessory. Who's to say they can't be? Almost every gal I know uses them during the summer, and we all know they do a damn good job. Why is that? What makes them better than a headband(which I never wear) or just a simple ponytail? I'll never know, and really I don't care. I shall continue to fancy up my hair with my sunglasses. Better yet, I might just buy a few extra colorful pairs this year to coordinate with my outfits :)

Here's a Middle Finger to the Ring Finger!

2011-03-13T08:16:00.000-04:00

In Western cultures, a wedding ring is worn on the left ring finger. This developed from the Romans, and according to tradition in some countries, the wedding ring is worn on the left ring finger because the vein in the left ring finger, was believed to be directly connected to the heart. Blessing the wedding ring and putting it on the bride's finger dates from the 11th century.

How many of you actually knew that? I did not, and I thank Wiki for the low down. But that wasn't my question of the day. I want to know, why is it that some people equate happiness and being in a good place in life by what's on your left ring finger?

I can remember finishing college and feeling ready to conquer the world. I got a teaching position I loved, and started grad school. But for some reason I felt the urgency to be engaged and married! So, I got engaged(well of course not that simple, but for reading purposes it was!). Had the big, perfect diamond ring on my left finger. It brought alot of ooohs and aaaahs, and questions of an upcoming wedding. Yes, I was young, but of course there were still those few people that would ask, 'why arent you married yet?' Huh. Really? So they see the engagement ring, and automatically expect more. Lovely.

So, I get married, I stop wearing my engagement ring and just go with a plain wedding band. If you're a teacher you know the suckiness of chalk dust in your diamond setting. Anyway, then I find different questions begin. A few assume that I'm not married too long because of the lack of an anniversary band. Then I get an anniversary band, and they assume that I've been married for a long, long time, and things are awesome. But then they assume no children because there's nothing with birthstones. Then when I moved to PA, I actually, no joke, spoke to a girl that thought we were kinda sorta poor in her way of words, because I didn't have an engagement ring. Yea, silly me not wearing something every day that's worth more than your car. Argh.

Then last year my ring finger became naked. All my rings went into the pretty little boxes they started in. WELL. Empty ring fingers bring a whole new level to people's thoughts. She's divorced. She has kids but no husband. Wow, she's old and still not married(well that one is what I would think lol). Poor girl. How sad. Yada yada yada, you get my point. Here's a graph(yup, math nerd) of how I think people see your left finger.

I don't know why this all popped in my head yesterday, but truth be told, it urks me a bit. A bunch. I know people are judgmental, and I know that can't be changed. It's the assumptions that are made that bother me the most. Don't assume I have a crappy, hard life. Don't assume it sucks being single at this age. Don't assume my kids aren't better off. Don't assume that because someone does have something on their ring finger they are happier than me. Or happy at all.

What's in a can of paint?

2011-03-11T10:54:00.002-05:00

I LOVE PAINTING! I always have, and I know many of you are grumbling at me. Just the idea of painting makes me want to run to the hardware store to pick up swatches. I change the colors of my rooms every two or three years. Not because they need to be changed, I just like to paint, and like to see the transformation that occurs.

When we built our house almost 8 years ago, every room was white. Crisp and clean, but not a functional color with a child. Here and there I would do some painting. Light blue for the baby's room, tan for the bathrooms, light green for my bedroom. *YAWN*. Then I got wild and decided to do one bathroom in a darker shade of brown. Almost camel color. Then another bathroom was dark tanish/greyish/purplish. And that was the extent of my colors. Yup, I was almost asleep as I painted. So, I painted my living room yellow. Looking back it was an obnoxious, awful yellow. But it was color. It made me feel alive. Lightened my day. Needless to say, it didn't last long on the walls, but the feeling it left made me want more out of my paint.

I still use subtle colors in some rooms, but they all have a purpose. Make a statement. Play off of the light coming through the windows, and set a mood. I put a lot of care into the planning of my rooms, their accessories, and layout. Of course I have help from a great friend who is an aspiring(and amazing) decorator, but now I'm not afraid to try new things. Just last week my dining room and kitchen went from a yawn/tan/peach to a vibrant greyish purple with some short walls of deep eggplant, with white and silver accents. Ahhh.

Next time you're thinking of a tan/off white/blah paint swatch, reach for something a bit more bold. You just might surprise yourself.

Sick? What's that?

2011-03-08T12:22:00.000-05:00

My boys are 5 & 7 years old, and very close to 6 & 8, yikes! I'm definitely not the most knowing mom, but I feel pretty confident in my momming abilities, and my know-how in situations that unexpectedly show up. Except one. Sick kids.

Just last year my 7 year old got a fever. The first fever he's had since he was a baby. And what did Mama do? Panic of course. Why does he have a fever? What is one to do for that? Then there was the time about 2 years ago my younger one kept puking. How do I stop that from happening again?!? It sounds ridiculous, I am well aware of that. But I have been unbelievably fortunate in having children that do not get sick. Ever. Am I jinxing myself just by writing this? My guess is hells yeah!

My bestie has kids that used to always be sick. Not sure if it was just crap luck or daycare germs. My younger one went to a daycare, and there could be kids vomiting all around him, and nada. My older one had swine flu run through the school last year and there was a TON of kids out. Not him. What amazing immune systems they have!

I'm pretty sure they are just carriers. I tend to get sick more than them, so my guess is they just bring Mama home the germs. My older one is home sick right now, and it breaks my heart to see such a rambunctious boy in a ball of mush. Maybe if they were sick more often I'd be less effected by it. Today I feel bad for him, but I'm happy to have him home, cuddled up me.

I Heart Pie,

2011-03-04T11:51:00.000-05:00

Holidays with an Italian family are like extreme eating contests. There are a ton of choices on the table, you try a bit of everything, then a bit more. It's ok if you don't like roast beef or ham, there's a whole turkey too. Pasta? Salads? Breads? Veggies? You name it, we've got it. But growing up, this gal waited for the desserts. Not the fruits, and nuts, and cookies. Just the pie. The chocolate pie. The chocolate pudding pie. No whip for me thanks.

Grandpa would put together most of the feast on his own. I always requested my chocolate pudding pie, and it was always there waiting for me. A cousin tried to make it one year after my grandpa was gone, and she ruined it. She ruined that part of the holidays for me. But I'm getting off topic here. Back to the pie. It's my favoritest.

My sister made me buy Nature Valley Dark Chocolate Granola Thins recently. One side is pressed together granola, the other side a coating of lovely, smooth, dark chocolate. Yummy. The first time I opened one and smelled it, I had a million memories flood my mind. It smells just like my beloved chocolate pie. It tastes pretty darn good too, and it's not too unhealthy!

With no extra time for pie making, and no room left in my jeans for pie eating, this is a perfect quick-fix snack. The thoughts it brings me of holidays past taste better than it ever could.

Go Google!

2011-03-03T12:45:00.000-05:00

Since I'm oh so busy today[insert sarcasm here], I Googled myself. Well, I Googled my web name. Most of you know my by Mama, but around these parts I'm known as PoconosMama! I was curious to see my whereabouts on the web, so I searched. It's interesting to see where I am, where I've been, where I didn't even know I was!

I also found Googlism, which is a neat little site. It cross-references Google search results for different things, and gives a compiled list. For example, I simply typed in 'Snoopy' and got these and many more:

snoopy is not made outta plastic
snoopy is joe cool
snoopy is cute
snoopy is smiley's linux server for marquisade
snoopy is so good
snoopy is too snoopy
snoopy is the official rock song of ohio
snoopy is joe cool cartoon character
snoopy is eating dog food for his thanksgiving dinner
snoopy is a little software tool for windows 98

Pretty neat, I love finding places on the web I've never been. Have you Googled lately?

I've Got the Fever.

2011-03-01T12:14:00.000-05:00

Cabin Fever?

Spring Fever?

Bieber Fever?

Honestly, I don't really care what kind of fever it is, but I have a SERIOUS itch today to get a jump on many put aside projects. Perhaps it's because the sun is shining, perhaps it's because tomorrow is my birthday and I'm in that 'I haven't done enough this year' mode. Either way, get going Mama!

Since just last night, the furniture has been taken apart and rearranged in the dining room, everything is vacuumed, the piano has made it up two floors, the curtains have been changed to let the sun shine in, and it feels FANTASTIC. I must thank my sweet guy for all the help of course :) He thinks I should tackle my mess of a walk in closet. Baby steps....

I don't think it's a fever at all. I think it's just a birthday gal with a spring in her step...for spring. Wow, that's corny.

All You Need is Love.

2011-02-26T06:48:00.002-05:00

I woke up thinking of love songs. There's songs about happy love, broken love, wanting love, lost love. We nod our heads and sing along in agreement, sometimes with tears streaming But for some reason, my mind used the songs differently this morning. I was thinking about my boys, as lyrics from a love song popped in my head, making for a sad thought. Huh.

Of course the love of our children is a much different love they are singing about, but what we hear still rings true to some extent. Right now my boys are going through a bit of sadness, a love loss from that person that they should never feel love loss from(I'll give you a hint....it's not this parent), and I'm in turn feeling heartbreak for them. A few lyrics that come to mind quickly:

"I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you/Just call my name and I'll be there"

" When you're weary /Feeling small /When tears are in your eyes /I will dry them all /I'm on your side"

"I can't live/with or without you"

"You are the sunshine of my life/that's why I'll always be around"

But mostly right now, all I keep hearing is the ever-so haunting Jar of Hearts, because that's how I'm feeling about the situation at hand.

"Who do you think you are, runnin' 'round leavin' scars..."

Yes yes, I know the songs in their entirety are not kid-friendly. I just sometimes hear that little line or two that is relevant, and I don't want that. My kids shouldn't have sad songs that they can relate to. I find solace in listening to songs like these. Unfortunately right now it's the only comfort I have, to dance to these songs in the kitchen with my boys, knowing I give them as much love and affection as one parent can give.

Photo Challenge: Day Thirty

2011-02-25T07:47:00.000-05:00

A picture of someone you'd like to trade places with for a day.

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Eight?

2011-02-24T19:23:00.000-05:00

Oh my damn, I missed this one yesterday. I think my subconscious did it purposely:)

A picture of something you are afraid of.

Mummenschanz scares the piss out of me, and I even teared up as I googled it. No, I don't want to talk about it.

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Nine

2011-02-24T17:22:00.000-05:00

A picture that always makes you smile.

Feeling Sad? Angry? Depressed? Shake It Like a Polaroid Picture!

2011-02-23T11:20:00.001-05:00

My boys are not early birds like me. Most days they wake up on the not-so-nice side of the bed. They grumble through getting dressed and breakfast, and if I'm lucky, by the time we are on the way to school, they lighten up a bit. It makes for a very tense morning for someone who is awake at 5am!

One way I've tried to perk them up for as long as I can remember is to pump up the music. While they are eating breakfast at the counter, I'm in the kitchen grooving like a nutty. Usually they just tell me to stop and shhh.

Then I started doing it in the car too. I'd find the happiest, danciest music I could, and start bopping around. The looks I get when I peek in the rear view mirror are priceless. They want no part in it.

But then, I simply tell them they can't get out of the car until they dance. After some bickering, I get maybe a head bop, or some robot moves. All it takes is those first few moves, and they are hooked. Before you know it there are smiles, and giggles, and my boys are awake and ready for their day.

Maybe more grownups should try dancing their stress out. The game Just Dance is a great help if you're not sure how:)

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Seven

2011-02-23T06:15:00.001-05:00

A picture of yourself and a family member.

I don't have many pics of me and baby boy, and he never quite smiles, so I always liked this one...even though my hair was awfully short:)

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Six

2011-02-22T16:58:00.000-05:00

A picture of something that means alot to you.

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Five

2011-02-21T18:08:00.000-05:00

A picture of your day.

I have the privilege of working from home. Someone wonderful in my life built me this beautiful desk for my room to my exact specs, and I have everything I need. Phone, laptop, lighting, dog sleeping behind me. I'm a lucky gal.

1ups, Star Power, and Coins, Oh My!

2011-02-21T07:49:00.002-05:00

Am I the only one that hears this sound on a daily basis?

(Link) View more Super Mario Bros.Death Pegasus Sound Sound Clips and Mario Sound Clips

Some days I'm pretty sure I am.

When I played old skool Nintendo when I was younger, I sucked at it. I tried Mario and was lucky if I beat level one. I preferred Duck Hunt and Mike Tyson's Punch Out. Not so much coordination necessary. After that craze, I pretty much stopped playing games until computer games became popular, and even then it was a select few.

But now, life is very different. I play. Too much. My boys have successfully overrun my life with Mario and all his little friends/enemies. It started off as a simple game rental almost 2 years ago. Then it became a Wii game purchase. Then a tshirt. Then a Netflix rental of the old tv series with Captain Lou. The DS games. Then sweatsuits. Then books, games, figurines, backpacks. It even got to the point of me crocheting little dudes.

Where does it end? And at what cost? I've never seen a Nintendo product go on sale, have you?

I guess I should look at the bright side. The games are great for the kids' hand/eye coordination, and I'm pretty sure I'd rather them work on problem solving within the game than sitting still and lifeless in front of the tv. It's something we all do together, and share in our triumphs and failures within each board. I guess Mario can stick around a while longer. Or at least until we beat Bowser, unlock characters, save Peach, and whatever else needs to be done in our pile of games:)

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Four

2011-02-20T16:50:00.000-05:00

A picture of something you wish you could change.

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Three

2011-02-20T16:49:00.000-05:00

A picture of your favorite book.

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty Two

2011-02-18T11:01:00.000-05:00

A picture of something you wish you were better at.

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty One

2011-02-17T08:25:00.000-05:00

A picture of something you wish you could forget.

Hmm...call me crazy here, but if it's something I'd like to forget, why would I post a picture to remind me?

I'll pass on this one!

Photo Challenge: Day Twenty

2011-02-16T08:19:00.000-05:00

A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.

Greece.

Photo Challenge: Day Nineteen

2011-02-15T11:45:00.000-05:00

A picture of you when you were little.

Photo Challenge: Day Eighteen

2011-02-14T13:38:00.000-05:00

A picture of your biggest insecurity.

To See or Not to See?

2011-02-13T08:48:00.000-05:00

If you know me well, you know I don't like going to the movies. At all. Ever. Yes, I take my boys and I sit through the kiddie movies, as it's my duty. Yesterday was Gnomeo and Juliet. Not the worst, but thank goodness Elton John did all the music, at least it kept me humming throughout. I digress.

I have always felt that sitting through a movie wasted a few hours of my life. Especially as I've gotten older, when as a mom, hours to myself are hard enough to obtain. Then to waste them silently in front of a screen? Ugh.

But then I took myself to a movie last year. I bought one ticket, one popcorn, one soda. And I just soaked it in. Quietly. Alone. I didn't have to do anything, think about anything, talk to anyone. Huh. Maybe I had it all wrong. My logic was backwards. Rather than say I'm wasting my time being quiet and alone, I should have said I'm lucky to have the time to waste being quiet and alone!

Since then I've gone to a few more movies. Actually I've seen more in the last 2 months than I have in the last 5 years. Of course the popcorn is the initial hook to get me to go, but once I'm there I'm content. Calm. Quiet. Popcorn.

Please don't over-read here. I'm still not a huge movie -oving buff. Just saying I tolerate it better now, and have found a different purpose for the time spent in a theater. Thought I'd just share for my other mommy friends looking for a peaceful place to run and hide once in a while :)

Photo Challenge: Day Seventeen

2011-02-13T08:30:00.000-05:00

A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.

Photo Challenge: Day Sixteen

2011-02-12T08:37:00.000-05:00

A picture of someone who inspires you.

Of course I was going to put my mom. But then I was going to put my kids. Then I was going to put my niece. Then I realized all the kids in my immediate family inspire me and make me want to be a better gal for them to look up to. Then, I found this picture. And it's my mom and all the kids in my life: my boys, my niece, and my nephews. Perfection.

Photo Challenge: Day Fifteen

2011-02-11T09:20:00.000-05:00

A picture of something you want to do before you die.

Well, lots of stuff, but I need to see this.

Deep Breaths and Baby Steps.

2011-02-10T09:57:00.002-05:00

Balance. Something that all moms strive for in life. Work, home, money, kids. Balance. After being a stay at home mom for 7 years, I found a bit of balance. But then I became a single mom with all the same responsibilities, but no job. No balance. Stress. Panic. Deep Breaths.

Months went by and I still felt overwhelmed and stressed. My job situation was less than desirable, and I was barely able to make ends meet. Besides money and home, kids were a huge issue as well. Getting them into a new routine, doing everything myself, and of course dealing with their mental and emotional issues of divorce. Heightened stress. Heightened panic. I was sure I'd never be able to survive the mess.

Now it's months after those months. I have a great job that allows me to be at home. My kids are settling into a routine and have found a new sense of what happiness and family is. I am able to pay the bills, tend to the house, work, and enjoy my boys. Sure, I'm exhausted at the end of the day, but I'm not in panic mode. I'm not stress eating, I'm not sad. I've found an inner peace, that has begun to permeate through the rest of my life.

I will always strive for more, but that's just the kind of gal I am. For now though, I'm content with being able to enjoy life one baby step at a time. The deep breaths have gone from necessary to calm me down, to necessary to take in all the goodness around me.

Photo Challenge: Day Fourteen

2011-02-10T08:45:00.000-05:00

A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.

Photo Challenge: Day Thirteen

2011-02-09T09:54:00.000-05:00

A picture of your favorite band or artist.

How can you ask me to choose just one? Fine, but I disagree with the idea.

Who's Got the Fever?

2011-02-08T11:01:00.000-05:00

The Bieber Fever that is. LOL, so ridiculous. He's such a little girly looking thing, with his silly hair that he's always flipping. Watching the little girls I know or the ones on tv go ga-ga over him is nauseating!

But then I think back to when I was a tween. Before my hair band addictions. You remember, you'd beg your mom for the new copy of Tiger Beat or Bop so you could rip out the pictures to hang on your bedroom walls. Then the big decision once you ripped a page out was which side to hang it up on!

So this girly boy that's oh-so-famous right now got me thinking, who was I screeching over and hanging on my walls? Well my top two are an easy remember:

This girl cried like a baby when River died. Another talent lost over stupidness. But Johnny, my dear Johnny, my love for 21 Jump Street...after all these years he's still one I'd hang on my wall.

A few close runners up would be the cuties below. I enjoyed them too, but if I had to choose the A or B side of a magazine picture, they'd be the B side.

My time line is a little off here for sure. Dylan McKay came a lot later, but he was still on my radar. Him and Brandon were the Edward/Jacob of the time...I was always Team Dylan.

Whose pictures graced your walls?

Photo Challenge: Day Twelve

2011-02-08T09:23:00.002-05:00

A picture of something you love.

Any cotton candy will do, but I like blue the best!

Photo Challenge: Day Eleven

2011-02-07T09:52:00.000-05:00

A picture of something you hate.

Tardiness drives me insane. Set your watch ahead, get up earlier, have two alarms, I don't care...just be on time!

Photo Challenge: Day Ten

2011-02-06T13:13:00.000-05:00

A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.

This is a no-brainer for me. My sister and I don't usually go out with the expectation of getting into strange situations or trouble, but somehow it always finds us. My mom's parting words to us are always "I'm not bailing you two out!"

This picture was taken at Yankee Stadium after being in the city all night and sleeping on the sidewalk. I'd fill you in on the details, but it's so far fetched you wouldn't believe me anyway. Ahh, good times.

Photo Challenge: Day Nine

2011-02-05T19:12:00.000-05:00

A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.

Well, my family is tight so we all get each other through at times. But the person I'd say the most? Well...

...myself. I think even though you can call your mom and sisters a million times, and get all the advice and love in the world from them, ultimately it comes down to taking care of yourself. I chose a pic with the boys partly to remind myself of why it's so important for me to stand on my own feet these days :)

Photo Challenge: Day Eight

2011-02-04T07:45:00.000-05:00

A picture that makes you laugh.

I have a few from my mom's birthday weekend last year that make me laugh, but this is my favorite. My sister has never tried Pop Rocks before! Had never tried.....and won't again I believe.....

Photo Challenge: Day Seven

2011-02-03T12:39:00.000-05:00

A picture of your most treasured item.

I find this to be a difficult task. My most treasured things are people, not things. Nonetheless, here's a very important item I possess. I posted long ago about it being missing, but here it is in its entirety today!

Photo Challenge: Day Six

2011-02-02T08:48:00.000-05:00

A picture of someone you miss.

Don't be surprised if you see more pics of me and Mo over the next 24 days!

Phot Challenge: Day Five

2011-02-01T15:20:00.001-05:00

A picture of your favorite memory

How does someone that has lived a full life until now pick just one memory? I have a million just from my boys alone. I chose this picture because it was taken where we are happiest together...Hershey Park! We go as many times a year as we can, and Christmastime is our favorite time of year to go:)