In the short time I’ve been a resident of the blogosphere I started to find myself (generally speaking, but not always) becoming more drawn to the bloggers I could attach a face to. For me, it just adds a level of personalization; therefore, easier to make a connection with. It’s always nice to put a face with a name; or in bloggyland, a face with an alias, or a title, or whatever.
So with that being said, I’ve decided to slightly expose myself. Whoa whoa whoa… simmer down home slice. Let’s not get too excited here. I just meant I’m going to allow you to see the face behind this sassy little Mommy2¢ blog.
I don’t think you all appreciate how big of a deal this is for me. I’m about 97.8% sure I probably have a couple of stalkers out there somewhere in the world. That’s the kinda stuff you can come to expect when you live an average everyday life in the mid-west. Can you say – walking target?!
The sound of a train’s whistle always conjures up a dim, whispery memory of me and my mother sharing a bed together at our family’s cottage. Although I had my own room beside hers – connected, in fact, by an adjoining door – the pitch northern black would often find me snuggled beside her, where we’d talk in hushed tones so as to not wake my aunt and uncle across the hall.
One night as we lay side by side we listened to the call of a train as it steamed down the nearby tracks; first faint, then stronger as the sound was lifted across the river water, through the window screen and into our bedroom. Continue reading →
By the time the warm weather gets to us in the Spring, a lot of people are really alarmed when they notice hornets, wasps, or yellow jackets flying around their garden. But be aware that we can consider these creatures very beneficial for our gardens and for us gardeners. Note that I indeed said beneficial!
These insects are beneficial because they are pollinating flowers and eating caterpillars and all sorts of other pest larvae. Of course, I’m aware that they also can sting pretty bad, and there are many people who are allergic to their terrible venom, but for the moment, let’s forget about that, okay?
One day I witnessed a hornet attacking an inch-long worm that was threatening corn plants. It killed it, dissected it, and then took it back to its nest for munching. Since then I consider hornets to be my best friends, and I’ve witnessed hornets chasing slugs!
I remember in the early 90’s when “Yo mama jokes” started catching on. We would meet at lunch and watch kids in “Yo Mama” battles to see who had the funniest jokes. They were from “Yo mama is so fat” all the way to “Yo mama is so poor.”
Then God being Who He is finds His way into everything so there were jokes with even yes, God as the topic. Jokes such as, “Yo mama is so old, when God said “Let there be light, yo mama flipped the switch!” or “Yo mama is so old, she had Jesus’ beeper number.” (Of course this was back when everyone had beepers)
I don’t know about you, but back then before ‘Yo mama’ jokes caught on, talking about someone’s mom was fightin’ words, no matter how good or bad of a mother your mom was.
As soon as someone would say, “Yo mama” a fight would be on. Somehow, somewhere, someone turned something ugly into something that was hilarious, and brought everyone together to tell jokes and laugh instead of argue and fight.
One of the most useless and common advice we receive about parenting is to follow our instincts. It´s hard to define what our instincts are and what is our culture talking loud on our reflexes.
The common sense also varies from culture to culture, so if you come from an authoritarian culture like I am, and you count on your common sense, you will most likely end up screaming, punishing and bossing your child around. Om the other hand, I read on the mycareertools.com website that in the US teens can quit high school and parents can not even say a word.
They recommended this great book called Positive Discipline. I realize that if I want to follow the advice on this book, I have to shut down many of my instincts and trust the new information, just like Kate from my career tools says about the need for parents to let go of old ways and even if it means that your son is quitting his high school. There is always the GED test to get a high school diploma, right?
Lately, I’ve been looking for work and have been unsuccessful. I know I need more education and certainly more experience.
I want to get into medical transcription if possible, but for the time being, while I work my way through school, my oldest daughter must first try to get her GED diploma, and I’ll be raising kids and surviving deployment. She is taking online GED Social Studies prep classes provided for free by a website called Best GED Classes and I must admit, it seems to be working fine for her.
This time last year I had it all going on. I was going to school (taking three classes), working part-time, chauffeuring three kids all over town, doing Crossfit, and then selling Pampered Chef too.
My goal all along with Pampered Chef was to replace my income from medical transcription so I could be more flexible as my husband was going to be deploying this fall and I was going to be going to school still.
I’ve had numerous people ask me over the years about my famous linguine. It’s been my go to recipe for a plethora of potlucks. It’s not the only dish I’ve taken to potlucks but, it has been one of the most well received.
One of the reasons I love this recipe is that on busy days, I whip this puppy up and my family is eating a healthy home cooked meal in minutes. I love this recipe! You’ll be surprised at how easy it is!
Linguine with Italian sausage and mushrooms:
1 lb of linguine
2 Tbs of olive oil
1 lb Italian sausage (remove casein)
1 lb of sliced mushrooms (crimini or porcini are best for this recipe)
1/4 c chopped Italian parsley (I love my greens)
4 crushed cloves of garlic (less if you like)
1 10 oz can of crushed tomatoes (try using Muir Glen Fire Roasted Crushed Tomatoes)
I have been having a rough week. My minor ankle injury has not only contributed to my already steady stream of small stress sources, but it’s taken away from my chronic stress relieving habit – physical activity.
Everyone I know falls victim to at least some degree of chronic stress. Most people don’t wake up in the morning as joyful as my puppies, bouncing around like ping pong balls, licking everything in sight, only worried about whether or not it’s time to go for their daily woods walk.
Instead, we wake up and immediately start tending to our internal chore chart… pee, coffee, email, mentally preparing ourselves for our barrage of tasks at hand (I try to get my GED via online GED lessons), and physically readying ourselves for another work day via hygiene and clothing.