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  • Throat Punch Thursday ~Sleep Deprived Friendly Skies Edition

    Throat Punch Thursday ~Sleep Deprived Friendly Skies Edition

    The midnight landings of two jets at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, after the control tower mysteriously fell silent this week, raises serious national security concerns, security experts and former air-traffic controllers say. I’d say a resounding YES that is a problem when the control tower has fallen silent.Should we be putting out an amber alert for the missing air traffic controller?

    The two jets landed within a few miles of the White House, the Capitol, the Pentagon and other sensitive government buildings without clearance from the tower because the air-traffic controller on duty did not respond on the radio or telephone.Hello, haven’t we made up our minds..I don’t know about 11 years ago to tighten security for these purposes? Why the hell are we all getting felt up by TSA if the damn air space is not being adequately monitored.

    The lone  supervisor on duty in Reagan National’s tower told investigators Thursday that he had fallen asleep while working his fourth consecutive overnight shift, the National Transportation Safety Board said. There is so much wrong with this sentence that I can’t even touch it. All I can say on the subject is that there apparently needs to be more than 1 person on the night shift, especially since this is the air space over our nation’s capital. Perhaps the over night shift controllers should be issued an intravenous espresso drip? Maybe a little government issued crack..Charlie Sheen grade.That should keep some folks awake for a 4 day shift.

    The two jets, which were carrying 165 people, landed after pilots were advised by a controller at a regional facility in nearby Warrenton, Va., that it would be OK to do so. WTF? So it was literally phoned in? I so don’t want my flight landed remotely. If you don’t have eyes on the air space aren’t you basically making an educated guess? This could have ended in catastrophe on several levels.

    “That’s just not a good idea, especially with the White House right there,” Luckey says. NO shit! Is this the brains of this outfit. Thank you very much Captain Obvious for your astute observation. Any other bright ideas?

     
    So it is my mandatory civic duty to issue the  Throat Punch to Sleeping Beauty of the Friendly skies. I understand he is pleading the whole, I was tired defense. FAA, as standard protocol, has issued a drug test. I’d say that is a good idea. Just say NO , my good sir. Drugs or no drugs, it’s a little frightening to think that someone in such a crucial position can nod off due to fatigue. To me that is a certain sign that perhaps the over night shift should be broken down into smaller increments. Perhaps, no more than 2 consecutive days of the overnight shift in the control box…anywhere really but especially in the DC area.This story has me a bit frightened to fly. If I would have been one of the 165, I’m not sure you could ever get me onto another plane knowing that the person on duty, whose position is to be awake and control traffic is indulging in impromptu naps. To you my narcoleptic friend, I give you a hefty Throat Punch, perhaps it will help keep you awake. Sweet dreams!..on your own time that is, not when I’m flying into DC.

  • Throat Punch Thursday-New York State of Mind Edition

    Throat Punch Thursday-New York State of Mind Edition

    It’s getting down to the wire and I am so tired. I was up until 3 am last night trying to get my Project Mom Casting video to upload to You tube. At this moment, I’m typing with one eye open, texting with my other hand, and keeping up with my twitter tread (I’m beginning to think that I may have some sort of social media addiction.There may be a 12 step program in my immediate future.)I’ve had to think about this one for awhile. There has been a lot going on in the world this past week but I don’t think I have the strength tonight to give a roundhouse kick to nuclear reactors, deadly weather, or even all the doomsday prophets. But , fret not, I have someone that I think deserves a good swift kick in the head, punch to the throat and then maybe 1 more to the head.

    I am referring to Nicole Imprescia, the mother who is suing the preschool that her daughter,Lucia, was enrolled in because she felt that they were educating her substandardly for the elite elementary schools of New York city and therefore ruining any hope of little Lucia ever attending an Ivy league university. Ms. Imprescia is demanding that her hefty $19,000 tuition be refunded since she was forced to remove her child from the school only after 3 weeks because the school had the audacity to let her 4 year old fraternize with lowly 2 and 3 year olds.

    Look, I am not from New York City. I am from the Midwest. I’m not a bumpkin, we have waiting lists and qualifications too for the elite schools. In fact, my own daughter attends one of the most prestigious schools in our city. We were on one of those lists. Would I pay $19,000 for preschool? Not even if I had so much money that I were wiping my ass with $100s. It’s PRESCHOOL. It isn’t even the real thing yet. I know education is important. I work in the field. I’ve seen what dropping the educational ball can do to a child. Here’s my issue; parents you CAN work with your children outside of school to educate them. They are like little sponges.It actually takes more effort, on your part, to NOT teach them something.My problem is that, perhaps, Ms. Imprescia could have been a little more diligent in her exploration and selection process of a school for little Lucia before actually enrolling her. Had she simply, knowing her own daughter, taken into account what the school could offer or could not, perhaps she could have saved herself the $19,000. I don’t know the exact reasoning why this woman is suing the school. Blaming the school that her daughter may or may not gain entry into an Ivy League school at some distant time in the future seems to be reaching quite extensively. If she wants this to come to fruition, perhaps she should bring this suit in about 15 years when Lucia IS actually denied admission to some illusive Ivy League university.

    As for now, I am positive that she signed some sort of paperwork stipulating that if she left the school of her own free will that she would forfeit the money.Apparently, she missed the boat on an elite preschool herself or she would have read the mound of paperwork that she signed in triplicate a little bit more closely. So,Mommy dearest, you get the throat punch for not reading your paperwork and getting mad and wanting to take your toys an go home.

    But then again, these situations could not present themselves if we didn’t all fork out these ridiculous tuition fees. I think it has a lot more to do with mompetition and a lot less to do with believing that the wrong preschool is going to subtract valuable IQ points from our children.

     

     

  • The Night my 3 year old gave Me an Emotional Bitch Slap

    The past week was spent preparing for and celebrating my ,now, 6 year olds birthday. It was very emotionally draining and, quite frankly, physically exhausting.  The big Guy worked form home last week so that he could be here for Bella’s birthday. Last year, he started a new job out of state on her actual birthday and  missed it. He was devastated and Bella was inconsolable so he promised her it would never happen again. He was here. Now, the last year and a half has been incredibly intense for all of us, as a family. We have been separated by distance, then moved our entire lives only to be sent home once we stared getting comfortable. We returned and after a couple months of the stress of the unknown, the Big Guy found a job..out of state.And into a forced commuter marriage we went. Into a forced commuter parent/child dynamic the Big Guy and the girls were thrown. It’s all been very hard to adjust to. I knew this. I know this.I hate this. But the end is in site. The house in on the market and once school is out, we are moving..no matter what.

    Since the original move away, new school, move back episode of early 2010, I’ve been focusing my attentions on Bella because she was the one old enough to verbalize her anger, confusion and resentment at the entire situation.Good Mommying, right? The only problem was that I got so tunnel visioned about Bella’s emotional state that I completely glazed over the ticking time bomb that is Gabs. I’ve known for a couple months that Gabs is having a really hard time with the distance from the Big Guy. She cries for him, literally, every night before bed.It truly breaks my heart but what can I do? This was the stimulus for putting the house on the market earlier than planned. We are all ready to drop everything, pack our belongings and go.But the finish line is in sight.

    I keep reassuring the girls that the minute the house sells we will be reunited with the Big Guy.I promise them that as soon as school ends, we will be in the same house and he will be tucking them in at night. He calls them. He Skypes them.He bought them little Teddy Bears that have his voice recorded in them to tell them good night, so they can hear his voice before bedtime. I’m trying everything I know to bandaid this situation until June. But honestly, its felt like putting my finger in a crack in Hoover Dam. Basically, it’s not going to hold. I’m just waiting for the dam to burst and for me to drown.

    I know that when the Big Guy is home, it seems to be worse. I think it’s because they know this is not permanent. That again he will be leaving. All last week, Gabs was like  a preschooler on the edge. Constant meltdowns and tantrums ensued. I knew exactly what it was from. I tried to soothe her fears. The Big Guy tried to comfort her but nothing worked. She’s no dummy.For three years old, she is remarkably insightful even if her chosen mode of communication is crying and whining.

    Then Friday night happened.You know the night before the party, or as we refer to it in our house, “Hell Night”. It’s called Hell Night because the Big Guy and I spend the entire day running around like chickens with our heads cut off due to last minute details and decorating. I’m sure this is the norm for most households, right? Tell me we’re not the only ones. Then we usually have a house full of out of town birthday party guests. On top of that, I , not unlike Gabs, was feeling a little annoyed with the whole situation of knowing that he would be leaving again in a couple days. I was biting his head off from all the stress. Then bedtime for the girls rolled around.

    Gabs wanted us both to lay down with her but we had a house full of guests and her sister who we had to make sure didn’t escape from her bed. I made the mistake of asking her who she wanted to get her to sleep. This was enough to trigger a meltdown of epic proportions. She lost her ever loving little mind. I spent the next 2 hours down on my knees as my 3 year old hyperventilated and hit at me,sobbing as she told me in speech as broken as her little heart, that I was not good enough. That she missed her Daddy and I need to spend more time with her.I’m with her 24 hours a day but I’m not always present. I do admit that. Apparently, with the Big Guy being physically unavailable , I have to be present..mind, body and soul at all times. I’m not going to lie, this is going to be hard for me. I have my own issues with this situation. I need to zone out a little bit to get through the days. I am overwhelmed ,lonely, and I miss my husband. But,I am the adult so I have to suck it up because she can’t.She shouldn’t have to. After she got it all out and we both cried really hard and ugly, she went to bed and got the first full night of peaceful rest that she’s had in a month. I was drained. Now, I’m wondering do I get an all expense paid trip somewhere when this is all over to recoup from the past year and a half? I hope so, because I have a feeling that I’m going to need it.

  • How my Diagnosis Saved My Life

    How my Diagnosis Saved My Life

    The Diagnosis was Bipolar 1.There are things in our lives that we want need to keep to and for ourselves. It is an innate self-preservation instinct. But there is a time and place for everything in this world. My time has come. I need to come out of the shadow of my diagnosis. I am more than a label. (more…)

  • Daughter of Mine ~ The Nutcracker’s Tiniest Soldier

    Daughter of Mine ~ The Nutcracker’s Tiniest Soldier

    Daughter of Mine~ My children are, as they are for most moms, the most important things in my life. I don’t say this as a metaphor, or say it for effect, I am not trying to impress anyone nor did I ever know what hold my children would take on my heart. How could I know that they would reside within me forever; in my womb for but a mere 10 months but in my heart, for all eternity. I had children as do most people as an expression of my love with my husband. I found a man that I loved so much that it could fill a room and I wanted nothing more than to have as much of him as I could in the world.  There was nothing I could imagine to be greater than two people who genuinely and completely loved one another, bringing into the world tiny humans that they could share that love with, that they could add to the world to make it that much better of a place. Yet, still I had no idea how these tiny humans would fill my life, my time, my space and my heart.

    My Daughter; My Heart

    Still there are some days when I feel the effect of my cup runneth over more than others. Ella was in her 2nd Nutcracker this year and, in theory, I thought it would be a little less overwhelming being that we have done it once already. But it wasn’t. We’ve spent the last  month prepping for the production and the last two weekends my daughter has taken the stage as a toy soldier. I could not be prouder of my little ballerina. Last year, she was my perfect little snowflake; a vision of beauty in tulle . She was five and the maturity and enthusiasm with which she commanded her audience was something to behold. Every performance left me with a lump in my throat as well as my heart. I took a million pictures because whenever I wasn’t in the audience, I was sure to be found backstage chaperoning and doing hair for the tiniest of ballerinas. It went by in a flash, much like her fleeting childhood, and I wanted to drink it all in. I didn’t want to miss a second.

    This year was a bit different. We are in a new town, a new ballet and Ella had a new part. A part that she was not initially overjoyed to have been chosen to dance. This year she was a toy soldier. Last year was tulle and tiaras, 15 tiny snowflakes cascading across the stage as snow fell and filled the air with the most ethereal beauty. This year was admiral soldier ware, cannons, swords and a battle to the death. Ella is very girly and initially wanted no piece of this part but then she realized that she not only had the privilege of shooting the cannon ( in all its pyrotechnic glory)  but she got to hand the sword to the Nutcracker prince in the battle scene. The very sword that would ultimately defeat the arch nemesis of our heroine Clara, the Mouse King. This piqued her interest because as any Mommy of a ballerina knows, every little girl wants to grow up to be Clara. Being in close proximity to the current Clara is like walking hand in hand with a princess; it is being in the presence of tiny ballerina greatness.

    My Daughter; My Soul

    I sat, holding my breath, on opening night waiting for my daughter to take the stage. The orchestra swelled Tchaikovsky and my heart almost burst with pride. Chaos broke out on the stage as the battle scene began and the principals took the stage. My mouth was dry, my eyes were moist and then I saw her..amidst all the chaos, my little soldier marching out from stage right. At that  moment, the place could have caught on fire. All I could see, through my teary blurred vision, was my little soldier. That same familiar lump in my heart returned and I could not talk or breathe. I could only admire her and think to myself, I am so lucky to be a part of this little girl’s story. My heart burst right there in seat 17. Every move she made, every breath she took, every smile and glance; I could see that she was happy. She was magical and beautiful. I hope to see all of her dreams come true in my lifetime. I watched as she exited stage left and thought to myself, one day I may be lucky enough to have my heart bursts as she dances the Pas de Deux and the cymbals crash. But for the life of me, I can’t imagine that I could ever be any prouder of her than I was at the very moment she took the stage as a little toy soldier.

    The production wrapped this afternoon and our holiday celebration has officially started. Sorry, if it seems that I’ve been MIA lately but it’s time consuming work loving on children in the fashion to which I’ve become accustomed to, especially when my heart’s been bursting with love. I am blessed.

    Daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.  ~Author Unknown

  • Nutrisystem Update ~Week 18

    This week’s Nutrisystem official weight loss update is that I lost the other of those pesky pounds that I had put back on a couple weeks ago. This brings my grand total to 18.5 pounds lost over the past 18 weeks. A healthy weight loss is 1-2 pounds a week so I’m losing at a healthy, steady pace. I am happy with my progress because ,obviously, any weight lost is good. The weather has been warming up quite a bit, other than that back lash of snow we had last Thursday. What was that about? Anyways, I am planing to get outside and walk as much as I can. I feel like I really need to kick start my metabolism.I realize that Rome wasn’t built in a day and there’s no way that I am going to drop the weight that I want to lose over night. It’s unhealthy and unrealistic. I know that. I just wish  that I was seeing more of a result in myself. I feel like I’ve hit a plateau. Which I know happens once I’ve been losing for  awhile. Any suggestions of what I can do to kick start my metabolism again? I welcome any and all suggestions.

    Visit Nutrisystem today or call 888-853-4689. There is no better time than the present to get started on your journey. Bathing suit season is right around the corner!

     

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  • All Are Welcome

    If you are here looking for Throat Punch Thursday, I am on vacation and Throat Punch Thursday will resume at it’s regularly scheduled time next week. I just coudn’t bring myself to throat punch someone while siting by the pool in the warm Florida sun. Of course, if some zombie like bastard high on bath salts tries to gnaw my baby girls’ faces off, I am fully prepared to Chuck Norris throat punch the hell out of someone. No one chews on my babies while I’m trying to catch a tan. But seriously, you are in for a treat today!

    Today my guest post writer is Tracy of Sellabit Mum. She is another one of my fantastically gifted writer friends, I have a lot of those. We met least year when she was kind enough to purchase my BlogHer ’11 ticket when I found out at the last minute I could not go and let me tell you, am I glad we did. Not only did she totally save my ass, I got to meet a really awesome lady. She is a sweet, funny, smart, witty mom of three beautiful girls. So if you get the chance to meet her in person, hug that girl for me! She is near and dear to my heart because we share a lot of the same life experiences, she just writes about them a hell of a lot more eloquently than I do. Today,once again she is saving my ass. I tell you Tracy is like a superhero. While I am on vacation with my family in Florida and she is up to her eyeballs in end of school year activities herself, she STILL made the time to write an amazing guest post. How much do I love Tracy? You can find her tweeting witt, charm and funny on the Twitter @Sellabitmum and on Facebook. Do yourself a favor and follow this awesome lady!

    Thank you so much Tracy. I know you are as busy as you are awesome and that is A LOT!! Love you! XOXO

    I’m trying to change my image. I need to do this for my daughters. I grew-up in a very strict household. Not mean. Just strict. One of my biggest memories of growing up is of my step-dad just sitting in his chair greeting my friends. I use the word ‘greeting’ loosely. He never got up or really said hi – he would just stare at them.

    Awkward.

    Our house wasn’t a house that we could play in or make a lot of noise in or..just be kids in. We were sent outside(which I totally get and do the same), but mainly I just found myself at other people’s homes where we could make a little noise and with dads that played silly games with us.

    Even as I got older(and quieter) it was rare that I had a friend over because I truly just never felt comfortable doing it and my friends never asked to come over(I wonder why?).

    Growing up in a quiet household gave me a very low tolerance for noise. This is difficult when you have small children. I had no idea the noise that kids could make once you gave them a chance.

    So my kids are unusually quiet and sometimes I see their friends be incredibly shy around me like they seem to be purposefully careful how they act. And now I know it’s all my fault. I don’t yell at kids or say unkind words but I know that my body language makes them feel uncomfortable. I haven’t encouraged play-dates at our home. I don’t make friends feel welcome.

    And I now want to cry.

    I don’t want this same life for my kids and now I’m doing something about it. I want to give my kids a place they want to be and just be kids and a place that they want to bring their friends. That doesn’t mean I can’t have rules, expect common sensibilities, or ask for good manners.

    In as much as I was raised to basically just be a little adult when I really just needed to be a kid – I cannot do this to my children. And it’s never too late to change.

    It has to change because soon I will have teenagers and I want them here.

    I’m starting a new mothering truth in my home – one of more kindness, acceptance, love and fun. And maybe a little more noise. I’ve been encouraging my kids to invite their friends over and even include a friend when we have an outing. I’m opening up our yard for the neighbor kids to just drop by and play at anytime. I’m making lemonade and offering cookies to them. And I’m sitting in the backyard and actually smiling at the happy laughter that I hear(though I admit I cannot accept those loud girlie screams).

    But mainly I’m watching my girls enjoy their childhood and hoping I can give them one of comfort, love, joy, friendships on a little bit higher decibel than I was ever allowed to have. Because living out loud is such a better way to be a kid.

    And it’s never too late to change this old mom. Hey maybe I’ll even join in a few games of tag this Summer.

    Baby steps.

    Play-date our house this week!

  • Life in Vivid White

    Life in Vivid White

    white, first moments, tide, life, bellaMy daughter is about to celebrate her birthday in a few days. I always seem to get a bit emotional around birthdays. Logically, I know my daughter is growing older but, in my heart, she will always be my fresh newborn that they laid on my chest, swaddled so tightly in her soft, white receiving blanket. I couldn’t believe how something so small and vulnerable, begging me to love her and protect her from the world could be my greatest honor and privilege in life but she has been from that moment on. (more…)

  • Mommy OCD

    Mommy OCD

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    You know that moment when you drop your little one off at school and you don’t watch them all the way into the building and then you question whether or not they got safely into the building the entire drive home? It happens almost instantly as soon as you drop them off. Yeah that happened to me today, again and I was wondering, what do you do when that happens?

    There is a lot of crazy shit we moms do. I used to be carefree and a bit of a thrill seeker but then I had kids and I changed. They changed me. Not only was a perpetual worry wart about them, I began to obsess about my own actions because now every single thing I did had a ripple effect on them and I want every thing to be perfect for them. (more…)

  • How to Make Amazing Memories with Your Children this Winter

    How to Make Amazing Memories with Your Children this Winter

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    Walking in a winter wonderland

    We just had our first substantial snow here in the Midwest. The girls have waited months for this snow. There is just something magical about snow; to adults and children alike.

    We all had high hopes that we would have a white Christmas but it wasn’t meant to be. We did receive a small blizzard the day after and have been living in a winter wonderland ever since.

    winter, winter wonderland, snow, sledding, memories, family

    The girls couldn’t wait to put on their snow gear and frolic in the wintery wonderland. Me, I grew up outside of Chicago and I have a lifetime of memories of freezing in the cold winter snow, sledding, building snowmen and trying to knock down my nemesis’ snow fort to last me a lifetime. As much as I now hate the cold, I want all those memories for my girls and so I doubled up my layers, dug out my snow boots ( because no Midwestern girl worth her salt doesn’t have snow boots) bundled up my kids and my husband and we walked in the 22 degree weather to the neighborhood park; Rocket park. You can imagine what we went there for?

    winter, winter wonderland, snow, sledding, memories, family

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