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  • NO texting while driving for me…anymore!

    Tonight, I settled into my  Sunday evening quiet by turning on the television and mindlessly flipping the dial. I stopped on Extreme Makeover. I NEVER stop on Extreme Makeover, mostly because at some point in the show I will end up crying. Sunday’s are usually bad for me anyway so I figure why add fuel to the fire. But tonight, something was different…Extreme Makeover was calling to me.

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    The show tonight was about the Brown family. The day was like any other day. Alex Brown’s father, Johnny Mack, gave her a kiss on the forehead before he left for work and told her to be good, something I’ve seen the Big Guy do a million times with our own girls.  Something, most of us do an a daily basis. We take a deep breath, kiss those little loves of our lives Goodbye for now and go out into the world or send them out into the world. Only that day, in November of 2009, was not like any other day, it would turn out to be the worst day of the Brown family’s life. That was the day that Jeanne and Johnny Mack Brown lost their daughter, Alex, a senior in high school, got into a 18-wheeler accident.

    Katrina, her sister, lost her big sister and mentor in life. While driving to school, Alex was texting, she was distracted, lost control of her vehicle and rolled her pick up truck according to what the truck accident attorney mentioned.

    This beautiful promising life, about to go off to college and make a difference in the world, was crudely ejected from the vehicle through the windshield, only to have her truck roll on top of her, crushing her and ultimately causing injuries that proved fatal. People who have miraculously survived tragic accidents like this but are unfortunately and severely disabled can seek the legal assistance of social security attorneys in order to have the compensation that they need especially for the medical expenses.

    I can not even imagine the pain and loss Jeanne and Johnny Mack Brown feel on a daily basis. To honor her memory, they spend all their free time traveling to area high schools showing Alex’s rolled truck to other students to demonstrate the possible dangers of texting while driving, spreading the message as far as their funds and abilities will let them.

    They have made it their life’s mission to stop other families from suffering such a great loss by giving advice to other with the help of indianapolis truck accident lawyer.

    Now, I’m not going to lie..I am a drive and text sort of person. ( Well, I was… up until tonight). I know it’s wrong. I know it’s dangerous and could lead to car accidents. Yet, I find myself doing it constantly. But tonight, when I watched this episode, it hit me…what if I were texting and my girls were in the car ( as they usually are)? I could wreck and kill them. KILL THEM! Let that sink in for a moment. Obviously, I don’t want to die but I can’t live with the possibility of putting my littles in danger. Not to mention what a horrible example I am setting for them. Let’s say for a minute that I am the exception and I’m lucky enough to avoid any disasters but one day, in the not so distant future, Bella or Gabs could get into a vehicle and mimic just what they’ve seen their Mommy doing…texting while driving.  God forbid they get into an accident themselves and, or worse still, die. So, tonight, I went to the Remember Alex Brown website and I signed the pledge. I know this sounds hokey and out of character for me. I know I am snarktastic and have mocked Oprah for her pledge against this very thing. But I am big enough to admit when I have been wrong. It just took me a bit to see the error of my ways. I’ve decided that I  refuse to put my children in that kind of danger, my family through that kind of pain or have any part in perpetuating this behavior in my children’s lives. I signed the pledge and I WILL NOT text while driving…ever again. I also what you to learn this here now that you can still file a claim on an accident that you were partially at fault in. I hope that you will take this pledge with me. I don’t really care if you electronically sign a pledge to a foundation, but I ‘d like you all to commit to not texting while driving. Think of yourself..think of your children! The life you may be saving by NOT texting while driving…may be the one that you helped to bring into this world.

  • A Promise Ring; Friendship with benefits, if you will

    A Promise Ring; Friendship with benefits, if you will

    My beautiful little sister came in town this past week to rescue me from my back who had taken it upon itself to vacate the premises. She is awesome like that. She dropped everything, hopped a train and resumed all of my regularly scheduled duties!God, how I love her for that. Her and I have always been very close, despite me being 5 years her elder. We have the best rapport. We also have the best conversations about everything under the sun. She’s my sister, so there’s a definite no holds barred quality to our time together. We are very much alike in most ways but we do differ on one thing…the TV that we watch. What I am saying is that I’m the  Vampire Diaries, Grays Anatomy,Private practice type and she keeps MTV in business. So we were talking about TV the other day and she told me something about the Brett Micheals show that  literally made my laugh my ass off. And I am thanking God for this conversation because without her unending knowledge of all things scandalous, I would have went  my entire life without laughing this hard.

    My sister recapped an episode in which  Brett Michaels  gave his “girlfriend”,Kristi Gibson, a promise ring. Just let that marinate for a moment or two. A FUCKING. PROMISE. RING!!! They have been together for 16 years with 2 children, who are  10 and 5.  This means she has not only been his on again off again girlfriend the entire time he’s been doing his Rock of Love show but she was sleeping with him and having his children. And he gave her a fucking Promise ring! There were rumors that he had FINALLY proposed last July but he said “No”  and called the ring  a “Friendship ..with benefits” ring, basically what she had been to him all along. No one needed a fucking ring to know this. It’s like he was saying, Hey, you’re good but there might be something better out there for me. I’ve only fucked about 30 % of the  20 year old population, give me a little more time.I’ll get back to you! *This is not a direct quote but a loose interpretation of what Mr.Michaels may have been thinking:)

    Isn’t a promise ring something a 13 year old gives his girlfriend ? I mean, even the Jonas brothers pony up an actual engagement ring and they are practically fetuses. If I were Kristi Gibson, I would probably have kicked Brett Michaels in his balls and snatched his do rag ( hair and all) off of his head. That was not only an insult it was injurious to her spirit…and he apparently did it in front of cameras. Plus, it was after he had already endured his whole health fiasco. So it was more desperate times desperate measures type of indulgence than a show of his true love for her. It was like a great big smack across the face that said..Maybe! When my sister told me of this reality TV flop, I couldn’t stop playing the whole train wreck in my mind. It was on repeat on an endless loop ( like  those 80’s hairband love songs that I used to lull myself to sleep with when I was a wee teenie bopper myself…waiting for my own promise ring:)LOL How apropos.

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    I guess sometime around Christmas, Brett Michaels made it official and actually proposed to Kristi. It was the season finale of his show Life as I know it , how convenient. What some people won’t do for ratings. It only took 16 years. I hope to God there was a new ring, something of the 10 carat variety to help squelch some of the  embarrassment of giving a grown woman who’d endured the ring of fire ( not once but twice) for you. Myself, I still hope she , even though she said yes,  kicked him in the balls and snatched the do rag off just for good measure. It would only be fitting. Because giving a grown ass woman who has stood by you for 16 years and had your children, is about as close to snatching a do rag and kicking a lady in the balls.

    A.FUCKING.PROMISE.RING!!

    * It has come to my attention that he did NOT give her a new ring, but used the same ring and has not set a date. Saying something to the effect that it may be the longest engagement in history. I’m pretty sure the only way she’s getting him down the aisle before they are 80 is if another health scare presents itself.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]

  • Sugar and Spice and everything Nice…most of the time

    My girls absolutely love books! Some of their favorites, as I’m sure if you have little girls you are aware of some of these; Fancy Nancy, Madeline, GiGi, Ruby, Eloise and several others.  I love all these little girl characters with big dreams, great imaginations, lofty aspirations, skies the limit attitudes and a couple who even speak French. I am most excited that these characters are good wholesome role models for my daughters to emulate. Fancy Nancy dresses up and has tea with her little sister and loves all of her friends. Madeline, well she goes to a boarding school run by a nun. She is all about sharing, education,and being a good girl.Sheila Walsh’s GiGi is one of our favorites. GiGi is a little princess. Why she asks is she a princess? Because her father is a King….the King of Kings.We are all princesses. Isn’t that a wonderful explanation to your daughter why she is a princess? It’s  basically a religious take on Fancy Nancy.Very cute. Adorable little Ruby who loves to be fancy ,well mannered and have tea with her Grandma. What a great little girl. Last but certainly not least, at least not in my house, Eloise. This little girl is full of love and good intentions, though sometimes not thinking things through and chaos erupts, but when she makes an error in judgment…she admits her wrong doing and works to correct her faux pas. ( That’s French for mess up!)

    Speaking of Eloise, has anyone heard of the new Eloise suite that they have recently opened at the Plaza? ( It was bound to happen).Here is the full article. I know my girls would lose their minds if I could take them for a night to sleep in Eloise’s suite. But,we have no plans on being in the greater New York area anytime soon. That can’t stop the girls from dreaming about this fantasy world brought to life by Betsey Johnson. It also won’t stop Mommy for getting some great new ideas for Gab’s room! god knows they will be selling these sheets. It’s amazing what I can do with a little inspiration and the help of my crafty MIL. Have you seen the Bella’s Fancy Nancy Bedroom? I may have to add some pics:) For now, here are some pictures of the Eloise Suite. Enjoy.

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  • Truthful Tuesdays, March 30,2010; Mommy Breakdown in Progress

    It’s Tuesday once again. Time for us to unload some of the things weighting us down in life. No judgment, just an ear to bend, a shoulder to cry on, and a helpful hand to help you up when you feel as if you have fallen in the proverbial crap of life. I missed last week, but I need to expunge today!
    Let’s start by confessing that I am a miserable sick person. When I am sick, I just want to be left alone in a dark room to sleep it all away. Just let me sleep for a week straight with nothing but liquids pushed under the door to keep me alive. I know I’ve been cranky and grouchy with the girls.Hell,I even called my husband at work 3 states away to unleash my miserableness on him. Not my proudest moment. Sorry. I even bit my brothers head off, who is visiting and helping me with my girls this week. I am truly a wench!
    I also would like to confess that it’s a little embarrassing walking around town with my little brother (who is 19) and my 2 girls because people are looking at us as if 1) he is my “boyfriend  or husband” and I am a friggin cradle robber .Ewww, gross! Or  2) I am his Mother! Which is equally as EWWWW, because it makes me feel not only old but like I was promiscuous in my early teen years, to boot. Which I don’t really care about  now except for how hard I worked to obtain that ‘Good Catholic girl’ image back then. The worst part is either way you slice it..it makes ME feel old!
    Next, this list could go on for days this week, I am about to tear my hair out with all this crap I am having to do by myself. It is making me feel overwhelmed and like I can’t accomplish anything I start, like I am a loser! I know I usually bite off more than I can chew (its the nature of the beast) but I muddle through , spread myself as thin as possible, and I get it done. That’s me!It’s how I work. But this week, for some reason, I feel like a bumbling idiot who can’t get anything done. My husband is encouraging me to eliminate some of my extracurriculars with the girls, so I don’t have a meltdown. I get insulted that he thinks I can’t do it all. WTH is going on with me? He may be right, at least this week. I’ve worn myself, metaphorically, paper thin and one wrong pull may be the one that breaks me down.
    Thank God for Truthful Tuesdays and wonderful friends.If it weren’t for your emails, phone calls, texts, comments and unconditional love and support…I’d have hit my breakdown threshold a long time ago!

  • Daddy Juice ~My water to wine

    Daddy Juice ~My water to wine

    Sometimes,in those fleeting quiet moments, where coherent thought still exists in the recesses of my mind, I think about the meaning of life. I know it surprises me when it happens too. Usually, I’m trying my damnest just to keep babies alive and thriving without traumatizing them in any way that is so awful as to trigger a major mental breakdown in the future. Because, just so you know, I totally hold my parents accountable for my years of therapy..my therapist agreed with me,so there is that. But in those almost extinct moments of quiet, I ask myself some of the big questions of life. One that crept up on my unusually peaceful drive home this morning in the rain was “Why are there no miracles anymore?” I mean, there are everyday miracles like the sun shining or gravity or a mother’s blind love for her child. But what about the real BIG miracles? What happened to seas parting? People walking on water? Water into wine?

    Then it hit me, right over top of the head…babies. Babies are a miracle.  I don’t mean in the they are such a blessing in my life sort of way. I don’t even mean the we tried for 7 years before we got pregnant sort of way. Though in there own respects,they could certainly be considered miracles. No, what I’m talking about is the fact that the goo that was left behind on Ms.Lewinski’s dress meets an egg in a moment of uncontainable passion and , in that moment, something that so closely resembles snot turns into Daddy juice and is on it’s way to having a heart beat and breathing, walking around, smiling, and living in the world. I mean think about it, really think about it. It’s really quite profound, the whole process. It’s like creating something grand from absolutely nothing.It is my very own water into wine. There is so many miracles involved with babies, aside from creating them; growing them, sustaining, the way they make our hearts grow, our minds expand, our lives richer. See what happens when it rains and I have a minute of quiet time? I see the little miracles in my own life. How did I not see this before?

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    What are our ever day miracles? Do you believe in miracles? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this discussion. Maybe it’s the rain, or spring and all the new life all around but I am seeing little miracles every where. Go enjoy the little miracles in your life.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]

  • Throat Punch Thursday; Apparently Somebody’s high edition

    Well, this weeks Throat punch goes to the Mommy in Florida who thought it would be cute to post this picture.

    I am not an idiot. I am assuming this girl ( she is 19) thought this picture would be funny. I mean who hasn’t posed their 11 month old with something totally inappropriate, a thong on their head, an empty beer can, a BONG and snapped a photo for posterity. I think we are all guilty of one three a few of these ourselves. I’d say probably not drug paraphernalia. I mean, who has this stuff lying around the house when they have kids? Oh yeah, crack heads, that’s who. I forgot.My bad.
    Lets face it, most of us are guilty of taking embarrassing photos of our kids that may later mortify them . But this mental midget Mommy won the prize when she , in all of her brilliance, decided that it would be a great idea to post said picture( with illegal paraphernalia in it , no less)  on Facebook. Oh yes, she is a smart one.

    Eventually, the photo fell into the hands of the Florida Dept. of Children and Families which is now in the process of drug testing both the mother and the baby, says Sky News. Can you imagine having them test your baby for pot? I wonder how they got that little guy to pee in the cup?Maybe they coaxed him with Cheerios?NO? Maybe Goldfish? NO? Maybe crack?

    John Harrell the spokesperson for the group told Sky News, “We are alarmed that any parent would take pictures of their child next to what is obviously drug paraphernalia.” It’s like she just didn’t use her little dwarfed brain in the least.

    The unnamed mother has come forward and stated to Sky News via Facebook, “If u look at the picture u can see that there is no bowl in the TABACCO [fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”yes” overflow=”visible”][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1″ background_position=”left top” background_color=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” spacing=”yes” background_image=”” background_repeat=”no-repeat” padding=”” margin_top=”0px” margin_bottom=”0px” class=”” id=”” animation_type=”” animation_speed=”0.3″ animation_direction=”left” hide_on_mobile=”no” center_content=”no” min_height=”none”][sic] pipe…I would never ever ever let him get high.”
    Oh, well thank God for that. Obviously its OK, since there was no weed in the pipe. I wonder, does she think that marijuana is legal? Maybe on her planet it is.

    If drugs were used by or found near the baby, she could face serious charges, including losing her 11-month-old son to the state of Florida. I think this would be a good plan. She belongs in a parenting class along with the award winning broad whose kid almost got hit by the bus in the middle of the night. Maybe next time she wants a “funny” picture she can pose him with a machete? Or perhaps a nine millimeter?

    The moral of the story is drugs are bad, they cause you to do stupid things and use bad judgment..like posting pictures of you baby on FB holding a bong; alerting an otherwise oblivious DCFS about your crack-headed ways. I don’t think this baby was actually getting high, I’m not an idiot. I am, however, sure that Mommy was. But what I am really concerned about it that his chubby little finger may get lodged in the side there and be stuck forever! What if it broke and cut the poor baby? Bad Mommy..you get the Throat Punch this week for being broken in the brains department and potentially harming that adorable little boy. Actually, I think I should give a roundhouse to that bong to keep Mommy and baby out of trouble![/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]

  • If Leaving Neverland is True Michael Jackson’s Legacy is a Lie

    I’m going to be honest with you. I watched Leaving Neverland the HBO documentary alleging that Michael Jackson was a predatory pedophile with a penchant for young boys. It was shocking and disturbing to see it all laid out in the documentary. I feel torn. Not because I’m wishy-washy on how I feel about pedophiles. But I feel like my entire childhood was a lie.

    Do I believe Michael Jackson was a pedophile who preyed on naïve young boys? Boys who admired him and their eager to please stage moms? I do. Not because this is new information. I believed it in 2005. I found it peculiar that a grown man, even an eccentric one who never had a childhood, would host children (that weren’t his own) in his bed. Even more peculiar was why their parents would allow it?

    READ ALSO: Why Girls should be able to Exist without Men Behaving Badly

    It never sat well with me either that he always seemed to have a young boy as his sidekick on his tours. It’s right there in black and white in the press; Michael Jackson walking hand in hand with some preteen boy who accompanied him on his yearlong tours. It was weird then and, as a mom now, it’s absolutely suspicious. I don’t care if it was God, you cannot sleep in the bed with my child.

    The world had been conditioned to expect odd behavior from the socially awkward, musical genius known as Michael Jackson. The world turned a blind eye or maybe we just didn’t want to see it and we certainly didn’t want to believe it. The thought that such a seemingly sweet, childlike man could be a predator was beyond the fathomable. Why would a man who could have almost any man or woman he wanted in the world choose little boys?

    I think we all wanted to believe that he felt a kinship with these boys. He was somehow living his missed childhood with them. Or maybe he too was a victim as a child? Isn’t that how many predators become predatory? Or maybe he was just born a pedophile? Michael Jackson will never be adequately punished for his crimes.

    READ ALSO: Raising Teen Girls to Survive Misogyny, Sexting and Slut Shaming

    However, if all that was said in Leaving Neverland is true Michael Jackson was the worst kind of monster because he used his celebrity to lure these families, his money and fame to blind them and the public’s opinion that he was a “good guy” to mask the monster within. If this is true, he was one of the most predatory and dangerous pedophiles to ever live because he was beyond reproach even when all the evidence said he was guilty.

    Michael Jackson is dead and we will never have definitive proof of his guilt or innocence. We’ll never have the satisfaction of hearing his confession. From here on out, everything is hearsay. We only have the word of broken men who claim to have been his victims when they were boys. The stories are compelling and too similar to one another to be a coincidence. The damage is done.

    READ ALSO: I just want to enjoy their childhood

    Michael Jackson songs tick marked my childhood. No one ever wanted the allegations to be true because what we want and what we get are two very different things. We need to embrace the truth and disappointment. I’m having trouble reconciling what I believe to be true about Michael Jackson and my love of his music. As much as I loved the music of Michael Jackson, the thought of singing along with a pedophile who preyed on young boys turns my stomach.

    Listening to Wade Robson and James Safechuck describe their sexual abuse in graphic detail made me cringey. Hearing the voicemails Michael Jackson left for these young boys, reading the faxes and knowing how he ingratiated himself into the trust of their families made me sick. He was a cunning predator. He groomed his victims. The intent behind his communications is obvious to us as outsiders. Michael Jackson’s larger than life fame afforded him allowances for his odd behavior. Alarms failed these families who were duped by his celebrity.

     More than anything, though, it was difficult to watch Robson and Safechuck clearly struggling with their conflicting feelings about Jackson in real time; they are both repulsed by him and appear to have some lingering reverence, a testament to Jackson grooming them to serve his perversions.

    There is nothing we can do to punish Michael Jackson. There’s not much we can do to help his victims but hear their stories and recognize their pain. We can believe them. I can no longer willingly listen to Michael Jackson. I can’t even look at his image without being disgusted. Where I once saw an icon now all I can see is a predator of children.

    Have you seen Leaving Neverland or Oprah Winfrey Presents After Neverland?

    What are your thoughts?

     

  • Truthful Tuesday: EFF YOU Tuesday, I heart you!

    I am not a passive person, so when life is holding my happiness hostage and  hurling lemons at my head …I rant , rave and buck crazy. Today is one of those days and I really need to work through this frustration so I am going to list all of my grievances here, to get them off my shoulders ( so my head doesn’t explode)! If you don’t go for that sort of thing..stop now. Look away! I don’t want a post full of rage and anger so I am going to substitute the word “heart” for “hate” all throughout this post. You know in the spirit of turning my God damn (sorry but its just that frigging serious) frown upside down and all that shit! So be prepared, and feel free to expunge yourself here after I have finished my tirade! Happy Mothering my fellow POW’s!

    • I heart my husband being gone and me being alone!
    • I heart that my kids are acting like complete uncontrollable maniacs!
    • I heart that I am losing my cool and can’t handle it all.
    • I heart stupid ass people.
    • I heart waiting on others,for example, the people who interviewed my husband about a new job. I can not stand placing my forever in someone else’s power (its the impatient control freak in me).
    • I heart feeling fat.
    • I heart exercise, even more!
    • I heart never getting to see my friends.
    • I heart that we moved and moved back with not much say in it.
    • I heart that I got to see how my life could be only to have it taken away!
    • I heart that that bothers me so much.
    • I heart feeling envious of anyone.
    • I heart that bad things happen to good people; for example, good people dying young or little babies getting cancer.
    • I heart complainers; so I am hearting myself right now, a little bit!
    • I heart people who don’t know me at all pushing their unsolicited opinions on how I am suppose to feel (I’m referring to people in real life who don’t know me, have never read me, and don’t care about who I am or how I feel not y’all. You people get me!).Thanks..I  really need other people to tell me what I am supposed to feel when they have never taken 1 step in my shoes.
    • I heart perpetual cleaning! Seriously, is it impossible for a house with children in it to stay the least bit lean?
    • I heart all the dog shit in my backyard…Dog, can you please stop shitting so much? Don’t I have enough asses to wipe inside the house?
    • I heart being broke! It’s fabulous and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. It’s so awesome having to decide what to do with that extra $10 in your account..I’m voting for cheap wine!
    • I heart finally knowing what I want out of life and having to depend on others  to achieve it.
    • I heart feeling old on days like this.
    • I heart feeling like such a shitty Mom, and not having enough hours in the day to do better!
    • Mostly, I heart that I just broke down in front of all of you. Now that I’ve shattered your image of calm, cool, collected me, please feel welcome to share what you heart today!

  • Challenge #3 – Let My Life Song Sing To You

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    I picked Miley Cyrus’ “I can’t be tamed!” Stop laughing! I realize I am a grown woman who is choosing to use a Miley Cyrus song to represent her life but what can I say..it fits! I have been many things at many different times in my life to many different people but one thing has always been constant, I have always been me and I CAN NOT BE TAMED! Just ask the big guy. He has been trying for 13 years, as did my Daddy before that. It is simply impossible. I am woman , hear me roar!Happy Mothering!

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