Showing posts from January, 2010


I am not a beilever of ghosts.  I have seen all those shows on T.V. and I enjoy them for their entertainment value only.  It is hard for me to really take the reality that is reality ghost T.V.
My sister believes in ghosts.  The house that once was my mom's and now her's is haunted, or so she says .  Strange happenings and other questionable events lead her to believe there is something more.  An old lady who lived almost her whole life in that small home, can't seem to leave even in death.
Not that I don't believe my sister, I just am a bit reserved in her thinking.  Strange things can easily be explained.  It is an old house, with old wiring. House that have been around make noises, I am not 100% convinced. 
What I do believe is those we love who are gone look out for us, they leave us on earth but don't leave us alone. They don't haunt, but guide.  They don't change shape or float around finding ways to scare us.  Those we love that are gone do more, th…


This past week my sister's father-in-law past away.  I only met him once, at my sister's wedding this past September.  My sadness was more for my sister and new brother-in-law.  I wept with my sister as she shared her stories and pain.  I cleaned up after her grief went into pots and pans and mixing bowls.
The one things that struck me during this time of grief was the support and love this family received.  The phone ran off the hook, people stopped them when they ventured out, the flower shop had to stop taking orders, the owner was so overwhelmed, crowded parking lots at the funeral home and tears to fill wells.
Then today I saw this story from their local newspaper.  Not written by a family member, but a witness to this man's generosity.
I had to stop and think.  How many times have I shut myself out from an opportunity to help my fellow man?  How many times did I say no to someone in need?
If I died today what would my news article say?  Not even close to what the ab…

I Can Has Beastiality?

No words...
Because images (click link to see more pics) of dog giving a girl oral is going to make me buy clothes.
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I know it's art. I get it, it's provocative. But right now I feel like a fifty year old toothless man from the hicks, "What is that dog doing licking the girls crouch for? Whatever they are selling I ain't buying."
your thoughts?


Another Top 10 in 2010;
Being judgmental is a bad thing. I get it. I don't want to be judged, who does? I would be a fool if I said nobody judged me. I have been THAT mom in the store, totally exhausted, yelling at her kids to be quiet. I have been THAT person to give THAT mom, whose is yelling at her kids to be quiet, a dirty look. Judging and being judged is not a good thing. But it happens. I am guilty.
I have given a lot of thought to who and what I judge, and these are just a few....

1. Beauty Queen parents. I watch those shows, the ones where the kids are tanned, made up to look like young hookers. The mothers are unstable. The girls will one day grow-up to be teen-age mothers. I sit and watch that half hour of crap to make me feel better about my parenting skills, because no WAY is my daughter shaking her ass for women who wear too much mascara and men who are pervs.
I have seen all this shit first hand. My sister was Miss Wisconsin American Teen. This pageant was…

Fear of Succeeding

I am use to failure. I embrace it. With failure you have no expectations. With failure you disappoint and people move on. Failure is a feeling that goes away when you move onto the next and the next. Short relationships thrive on failure. Low expectations live in failure. I have no fear of failure. I fear success.
I have been giving a lot of thought to why I quit "The Lil' Mommy" mostly because my sister called me out on it. I had a million excuses and that is what she called them.
"I didn't want to put my kids names and picture out there. And people expect them there."
"I was a slave to an inbox. 100's of request, Lil' Mommy wasn't mine it was indentured to the PR world."
"I want to write about me, one day my kids will grow up and I want to write for me."

What I should have said was "It showed success and that scared the shit out of me."
Little successes add up. People want more of you. They e-mail, write yo…

Bad Morning

The thing about bad mornings is that they can turn into bad days, especially when you are the type of person that holds on to shit. It's hard to let go of shit. Especially when that shit makes you feel like the worse mother in the world.
I hate that I am a screamer. I am trying to change. When a child weighs on every last nerve. Takes what is left of the little patience I have left. The volcano mommy erupts. What ends up happening is he cries then I cry.
And in the end nothing gets accomplished.
Except I remind him NO matter what I love him. And he reminds me that he loves me.
Anyway I spare you the terrible details of a bad morning, if you are a mom, who had to get a kid off to school, I am sure you can relate.
I am pledging right now to make the day better. To let the bad morning go, to make today a good day.
How did your morning go?

Top 10 in 2010

I need a little help coming up with things to write and I figured "Top 10" lists are always a good place to start, and since it is 2010 it works out in a kitschy kind of way.
So I am not one to make a schedule so whenever I feel like it I will make up a new top 10 list and you can feel free to play along.
Top 10 Things I Love to Do.
1. I love to watch T.V. I LOVE LOVE T.V. I know it rots your brain. Of all the things that feed the brain, T.V. is the Twinkies brain food.
I will watch documentaries on PBS and smut reality on MTV. I don't have it on all day every day, but when it is on I enjoy it. I love it.

2. Spontaneous crafting. In a split second of creativity I can come up with the most genius kids craft, I go downstairs, rummage through my endless supply of craft supplies and come up with something so AWESOME. The pie tin turtle, the pirate map and paper bag puppet with 3D elements all came up in a split second. No real thought,. No precise planning. Just pure …


I was considering starting a fan page on Facebook called "I put my kid in time-out and then I forgot I put them there." Our house is in a perpetual state of time-out, a curious three year and the most head strong six year old means I am always sending someone to their room. I enjoy the silence too much, I make dinner, clean the toilets,do laundry, go on twitter and the minutes tick by quickly. Slowly the kids venture down to see if I forgot what caused me to calmly send them to bed.
Time-outs serve their mommy purpose, I get a few minutes to go back to one. The kids get a few minutes to think about what they did. I figure it's better then whopping them to a inch of their lives, or beating them till they look pretty, or just beatin' their ass, all which my dad affectionately told all seven of his children- which he hardly did, he was mostly bark and little bite.
Don't get me wrong I got it, he gave it out, but if he did it as much as he threatened I'd proba…