Showing posts from September, 2010

The Figureheads

Good show, good times. The Figureheads are a positive Hip-Hop group for kids, listen here.
Thanks for visiting while you are here take a peek at my thoughts on School Fund-raising, from a different perspective.  Also anger issues?  I got em'.
This post was linked at 5 Minutes for Mom.

Fury: Take Two

I was given the opportunity to review the book Fury: A Memoir by Koren Zailckas, author of the best-selling book Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood.  I seized the chance to be able to, not only to read Koren's story but to possibly have the inspiration to share my own.
A secret that I carried, and briefly wrote about here, is that I am an angry person.  I carry it with me everywhere I go.  I smile with the best of them, but deep down my blood boils.  Sometimes my anger causes me to lose my breath.  The room spins.  My anger turns into festering anxiety.  It's a vicious cycle.
I grew up in two households filled with leftover anger of divorce.   I do blame my parents as well as the circumstance.  I enjoyed the days of love and caring and happy picture perfect life.  And I prayed and lived in fear during the nights of yelling and rage filled disagreements. 
I know that I carry that with me.  I know when I spout off over a dirty dish or a sock on the floor, that it is never abo…

School Fundraising: Straight from the Horse's Mouth

School fund raising: it's about that time.
It is overwhelming.  I know I was in that corner with you, waving my fist in the air when another pizza/t-shirt/ magazine/candy/wrapping paper order form came home in my child's folder.  A roll of the eyes.  a glimpse of the form, pick out the cheapest thing, order and write a check out.  Been there.  Done that.  100 times.
Then, for reasons still being investigated by the crazy police, I took on the job of  Fund-raising coordinator for my daughter's school. 
Right?  I know.  It's like jumping without a parachute crazy.  CRAZY.
First thing I vowed  I would use my power for good.  I would not plug parents with a hundred fundraisers!!  One good fundraiser that is all the people want... maybe two but that's it.  I am putting my foot down.  I am standing up for the little people.  I will not surrender.  I will not be defeated.  …


~In an animated discussion, when is a discussion with me not animated?  Anyhoo I was going into a verbal diarrhea fit about neighbors and my keen observation of the burbs when my mom stated, "You know who you are?  You're Gladys Kravitiz!"   Don't know who that is?  Look it up.
And so what if  I am?  I am outside wrangling my kids everyday, it isn't hard for me to notice you in your bathrobe, getting the mail, at 2:30 P.M.  I'd be blind not to notice. 
Really Gladys was misunderstood.   Much like myself.
Cue the violins.

~I am getting pretty perturbed over the music choices lately.  Top 40 is a cesspool of sex and stupid choices.  Case in point:  I couldn't help but notice the lyrics in a song called "Take it Off" by Ke$ha...
"And now we lookin, like pimps  In my gold Trans-Am. Got a water bottle full of whiskey. In my handbag."
Okay I don't know if you have open container laws in your state, but we do.  And a water bottle filled w…


Today I kicked a laundry basket in frustration.   I think I muttered the words "GOD DAMN"- with probably a few more choice words added in for good measure.  For a second it felt good.
Okay lets be real, frustration that manifests itself out, into me kicking a laundry basket and cussing like a sailor on leave, is actually anger.
A spade is a spade.
Anger issues?  Yeah I got them.
I have been reading "Fury" by Koren Zailckas.
It is theraputic.  And true.  So So true.

More later.
Disclaimer: I received a copy of Fury to preview.  The above is my own word and is true- My toe still hurts from kicking the laundry basket, that was piled high with crap.

Stepped On

Today I stepped on today:
A ponyA high heelA hotwheelA bowl A kittyA pile of Rice KrispiesA shirtA BarbieA crayonA pencil My house is a kiddie minefield.


When it was time to think about Meg's birthday gift, a few years back, I didn't have to give it much thought.  Meg had a infinite love for "The Wizard of Oz."  This love came from her Grandma, known to most as MiMi, more on that at a later date.
So anyhoo I had to scavenge the internet for cute Dorothy stuff.  Granted there is a lot of Oz memorabilia, it was hard finding age appropriate stuff. What I really wanted was a Dorothy Doll that Meg could love on and hold.
I found Nada.
That is until I was doing a little window shopping on Etsy.
I found a little shop called "Sugar and Spice" and fell in love with "Lydia."
Lydia with a red bow and a gingham dress would be a perfect "Dorothy" so I messaged Christine, Sugar and Spice's owner, and made a request. She obliged....

Cute right? I have since purchased two more "Lydias" dolls for my nieces.
Now Christine has her very own blog and her very own giveaway.
Now I know telling y…

My Name is Not Isabella

I don't make a point, as a mom, from hiding my daughter from the dreaded "Princesses" that come under fire a lot.  I get why people have their aversions from the knight and shiny armor, damsel in distress mentality that seem to plague these stories.  I allow my daughter to watch these movies.  She pretends she is a princess often enough.
But could you imagine how I beamed with pride, after watching one of those Princess movies, my darling daughter looked at me with displeasure and firmly announced, "THEY GOT MARRIED!?! YUCK, I HATE MARRIED!" 
Proud mommy moment.
I think as a mom it is all about balance.  Allow your children to have the fantasy but in turn share a reality.
My reality is that I want to shine positive female role models on my daughter.  That women can be strong independent thinkers, creators and activists.   It can be a hard sell.
It can be hard to find among the stacks of fairy tales.

Could you imagine my excitement when I was asked if I wanted …

That Mom

Create a picture collageSo this weekend we were given a 4k homework assignment to talk about the day you were born and/or talk about what your name means.  See that up above?  That is what Meg and I created, then printed off an 8X10 at our local Wallie World, sans music`.  Cute right?  It was fun.  I cried a little over that cute baby face.  It's all good.
So we turned it it on Monday and the teachers OHH and Ahhed.  They asked me how I did it, I happily told them.  Smilebox...easy as making a PB&J.
Then after school I happen to notice some of the other kiddos picture and stories.  Cuties all.  But here is the thing- and in no way dissin' anyone- all the stories were handwritten on paper.
and I am like "Oh Crap"
I am "That Mom"
I am so fucked.
That. Is. All.

Timmy Time

If you think you have seen Timmy before you are correct, he can be seen with his friendShaun the Sheep, both created by the great minds at Aardman Animation.  Timmy is leaving the flock and heading to preschool and Timmy Time shares his adventures.
I have my own little "Timmy" heading off to 4-K this year and all the wonderful things she has to learn Timmy has to learn too.  We watched Timmy as he had  to wait his turn and take turns, which we all know is a HARD for any preschooler.
What is different about Timmy Time is your little ones are learning through actions, as Timmy and his friends use there own natural animal sounds.  I have to admit my kids asked why there was no"real words??" They got over it real quick. Timmy is a great example that actions speak louder then words.
So wanna see Timmy in action?   Check him out on Playhouse Disney at 7/6c or check out his very own website, or his special Playhouse Disney page.

Disclosure: I was given previ…

We Never Met

I never met my dad's mom.  No one really talks about her.  She has become this legend in my mind.  I create ideas of how I think she was and what she would be like if I knew her now.
The only picture I have seen is her standing by my young father.  She is beautiful, thin, in a formfitting dress, a thin line smile across her face. I look nothing like her, I have never been told I look like her.  No one really looks like her.  She is of her own person.
I have this feeling my grandma wasn't the motherly type.  When my dad does speak of her it is with some affection, but not that affection that speaks of bedtime stories and fresh bake chocolate chip cookies.  The affection is somewhat mysterious.  My grandmother was almost an enigma.
I think of my own troubling mother past and the possibility of what my grandmother was and I wonder if I try to hard.  Or I don't try hard enough.
And I am what my grandmother was.  Did she feel the same way as I do now?  What if being a mother d…


The Prayer: I pray you'll be our eyes,
and watch us where we go
And help us to be wise,
in times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer,
when we lose our way
Lead us to the place,
guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe.

11 years together.
9 years: a prayer for peace.


The question: If you could go back to before your first baby, what would you tell yourself:

Disclousure: This is a very smart marketing (or UNmarketing) video for Nummies. I was not asked to post this video nor was I paid to post this video.

A Teacher

Thanks to Rock and Drool for Twittering this video.

Last year, for first-grade, Nolan had one of those teachers, you know the one.  That one teacher who goes the extra step and then takes the next step and then another all for the love of teaching.
Her name: Mrs. R.
I love her beyond words and she loves my kid.  She hugs.  She laughs.  She cares. And when needed she is tough.  But a quiet tough, a tough that is so gentle and serene.  A toughness that reminds you that you are loved.
 I remember walking to her class a year ago, before Nolan's first day of first grade.  Turning the corner I saw one room decorated to the nines.  Monkey's hanging outside the door, branches and tree leaves filling the hall with joy.  Nolan laughed.  I silently begged that my kid would have that teacher.  It wasn't just monkeys, it was the idea that that teacher stayed longer to make her room inviting, she put a little more effort.

We saw that we were the lucky ones.  We walked into her room an…

Fall T.V.

Ahh! Labor Day.
A sign of the fall leaves, pumpkins, fresh apples and cozy sweatshirts soon to come.  I am giddy with anticipation.
One of my favorite things about fall is neither apples nor the cozy sweatshirts, it is fall T.V.  All my returning shows.  New shows to get excited about.  I am so setting my DVR this year.
I dream of me, ass on couch.  Cozy sweatshirt on.  Fresh apple slices.  Glass of wine.  Enjoying the peace.  Being entertained.
So what am I looking forward to?
First for the new....
 I have had a secret schoolgirl crush on Josh Ritter ever since he was wheeling around in Joan of Arcadia.  He is sooo cute.  Like schoolboy cute and since it is a schoolgirl crush we are perfect for each other.
I am kind of excited to watch  Josh in The Event on NBC.  And it has Blair Underwood so that is all I am going to say about that. 
Okay really that is all for new shows.  Maybe I will catch Blue Bloods and No Ordinary Family but this year it is all about my old stand-bys.

Hello GLE…

Are You Curious??

My Christmas is Fall T.V.
I wait all year for it.
I get giddy with anticipation.
Old traditions to look forward to.
And new things to be surprised by.
I am apart of the T.V. generation.
FALL T.V. Rules.
Soon I will go into more detail about what I love to watch when the kids are tucked into bed.
Today I am going to talk about one of my families favorite kid shows.
Yes I watch cartoons!
Mostly this little guy:

He is everything I want my kids to be.
No, not a monkey.
Curious George is scheduled on our DVR.  George is one of those shows everyone, of any age, can agree on.
Funny and true story:
I was at one of my many meetings so the hubby was in charge of holding down the fort.  I came home and he made me re-watch an episode of Curious George because he, the 40+ year old man found it HILARIOUS.

So not long ago I was asked if I would like a screener of this seasons new episode of Curious George.
Yes. Please.  I will take one of those.

George is in his fifth season at PBS Kids and he…

First Day

Meg doesn't officially start 4k till next week, but you tell a 4 year old she ain't startin' school for another week. Yeah, I didn't think so.
We were able to meet her teacher today so all was well.