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World’s Fattest Woman
Ok, so I heard about this woman from New Jersey,Donna Simpson, who is ‘fantasizing’ about being the World’s fattest woman, weighing in at a hefty 1000 pounds within the next two years. I read about this last month, with the rest of the world, but could not bring myself to comment on it until I had read all the facts. It seems, Ms. Simpson already weighs 604 pounds but wants to achieve the weight of 1000 pounds so that she can be listed in the Guinness World record books as the World’s fattest Lady.
First, I’d like to say that, personally, this entire article rubbed me completely the wrong way. What woman facilitated with her right mental capabilities would choose to gain almost 400 more pounds to gain such a title? I know there are women out there who are satisfied and embrace a bigger lifestyle. Hurray for them. I am happy that they can be happy and content at any size. But it is one thing to love yourself for who you are another to say that you ‘fantasize’ about being 1000 pounds. I have to call BULLSHIT! Please, as a woman who has never been satisfied with her size, I’ve hit the range pretty much everywhere from a size 5 to a 20, you can not convince me that this woman truly wants to be 1000 pounds. I don’t even weigh a third of what she already weighs and I know with every pound beyond this that I have had and lost, I felt absolutely miserable. I was self conscious, my clothes didn’t fit well, I didn’t feel healthy, I felt unattractive, I felt like I was worth less because of my size. Now, I know this is not PC to say. I also know that this has always been my own cross to bear, unlike Ms.Simpson I don’t want to be the biggest fat ass imaginable..I went quite the other way with eating disorders. I know that is nothing to be proud of and believe me I have to work twice as hard as everyone else to lose that same pound but damn it , I would never give up and say, ‘Oh well, F*ck it..I don’t want to work out, I’ll just eat 12000 calories a day and see how fat I can get before I die!” It’s like she has given up on herself and is trying to convince the world that she is perfectly happy being like this. It’s such bullshit that it truly bothers me.
World’s Fattest Woman says she is happy at her size
She is a horrible example for her child. Oh yeah, she is a Mommy. In fact , now she is trying to get Guinness to make her the “Fattest woman to ever give birth” at a whopping 532 pounds. Can you believe this? It is a major miracle that she could gestate and give birth to a child, focus on that. Not the fact that you were morbidly obese when you did it. I can’t believe that the Guinness World book people can condone such irresponsible behavior. Look at all the people who have been on the Biggest Loser, Richard Simmons Infomercials, joined the Beachbody Insanity craze, the Turbo Jammers, the Spinners, the Zumba lovers, the Mommy’s running before day break, the Weight Watchers, the Jenny Craigers, the Nutrisystem junkies, the zoners, South Beach dieters, the pitiful Adkins dieters and countless others…all these people are working their asses off to be healthy and this broad is throwing it all back in their faces and trying to kill herself with food. It is gluttony pure and simple and it is disgusting. I hate to be so harsh but this woman seriously makes me sick. She boasts about being able to eat 70 pieces of sushi. I think she should be ashamed of her behavior and her example she is setting for her own child .Good God, someone wire her jaw shut…STAT!
World’s Fattest Woman
https://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/nj_woman_attempting_to_become_world_pco3O4qPWiCg3yjEWaxx9N
P.S. I know this post was a little critical and I am sorry if I offended anyone, but her whole reasoning for this behavior; killing herself with food to be in a damn record book…infuriates me to no end. This is only my opinion but it’s my blog so I can state it here:) I think it’s disgusting to willfully want to be The World’s Fattest Woman!
2010/05/04
Overtired Mommy heard what?
So, I am looking around and checking out some of my favorite blogs when I read a post title that almost simultaneously gave me a brain hemorrhage and made me pee myself a little laughing so hard (Y’all remember my post about stress incontinence..its no laughing matter:). What is the title you ask? Well, what I read was “Abuse with Caution”, this is a Mommy blog. I’m wondering what the hell she’s doing? She’s beating her kids and announcing it to the world. Further more, she is giving tips and suggesting that if you decide to follow suit, you must do so with extreme caution. It made me think of all those Anorexia/Bulimia websites that they’d tell teen girls to go to in order to learn to avoid developing eating disorders but all it really did was teach girls how to have the eating disorder and hide it well. Sorta counter productive don’t you think? I am flashing back to “No wire hangers” and conjuring pictures of some poor little mass huddled in the corner, whimpering as their parents abuse them with non bruising items such as pillows…Styrofoam…hot dogs…pillow pets…silly string. I don’t know. I was so confused and bewildered at how and why you would post such a thing. I had to check it out. Upon further inspection, I realized what the title actually was..”Advise with Caution” a post about giving pregnant women advice. Oops, my bad. Sorry Peryl @ https://blog.seattlepi.com/parentingadabsurdum/..I almost called the bloggy authorities to come rescue your kiddies from being beaten to near death by cotton candy! Boy, do I need some sleep! Happy Mothering…and remember, NO wire hangers!
2010/04/30
Queen of the Masses
Lately, its been a real chore to get my 2 year old, Gabs, to sit quiet and still during mass. I’m sure it has something to do with her being 2, her being bored, it being spring, and a laundry list of other reasons. The main reason being that she is 2. I am lucky enough to go to a church with , what I’d consider, to be one of the highest kid to adult ratios. In fact, I am sure there are more children then there are adults. When children’s liturgy convenes, at minimum, 2/3rds of the church disappears. Yes, they are true Catholics. Some parents have as many as 8 children. God bless them. I have 2 and it feels like 10. What must eight feel like? 40? These women look relatively beautiful and composed. I think I may be one of the most disheveled of the bunch. I always come to mass armed; snack, drink, book, baby, barbie. We normally don’t sit in the crying room because well, the entire church is a crying room (refer to inordinate amount of children:) The girls come in and sit right down in their pretty little matching dresses ( yes, I am one of those Moms. My girls match. Hey, they are 2 and 5, really, how much longer will I be able to do this? Don’t feel too sorry for them. I don’t dress them funny or anything.) and they sit down. They look so innocent. I always ~~think~~ hope that this will be the day. This will be the day they behave for the entire mass. One can dream. Gabs normally gets bored about 3 minutes in; as soon as everyone stands up and she can’t see. I offer to pick her up. I really do. But if her big sister is standing, then darn it, so is she. Then we sit. She starts asking for snacks, quite loudly. “MOmmmmmma…me WANT snack!” Me (whispering. dying of embarrassment): “One second sweetie. Wait til Father is finished with the opening prayer,please.” Gabs: “NOW!!” Yes, I am pretty sure all 5 rows surrounding us, front and back have heard. Hell, let’s be honest…Father heard and now my secrets out. I’m letting my kids snack in church. Shame on me. Last weekend, the bulletin asked that “all parishioners” keep their area of pews picked up before leaving mass; not leaving behind any wrappers, crumbs, etc. Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was referring to the Cheerios that rain down all over that church. Oops! At least I’m not the only one. I try to keep them picked up but I swear those things have legs. I am bringing one of those tiny hand held Dustbuster in my purse next time. I wonder how they would feel about me leaving behind a child:)
Anyways, so that is mass. Gabs making up words to all the hymns. Worse yet, she thinks it is hilarious to sing louder than anyone else around her. Her sister, Bella, she doesn’t always sing but she likes to get her groove on at church. She dances and sometimes she tries to make others dance as well (like unsuspecting little copy cat toddlers, who giggle with delight, as I get shot a “can’t you keep your kid still” stare. NO, NO I Can’t. Can you?” As long as it is relatively quiet and and the girls pay as much attentions as their little brains can muster, I am good. A+ for effort. Then, when I think its safe and we are almost outta that joint until the next weekend, time for Eucharist. The most holy time of the entire mass. The receiving of blessings and the body and blood of Christ. I look forward to it. It helps get me through to the next weekend. The girls always want to accompany me; they think the blessing received from the Father is the best (even though they both have been known to try and swipe a little body of Christ). We head up to the front of church in a line that lasts for about 15 minutes (its a huge church with all these wonderful parents and the plethora of children that they are blessed with). The whole time ,I am praying “Please God just let me make it to Father and safely back to the return trip to my pew!” I know you are thinking , why doesn’t she leave those brats in the pew. Seriously, you know what would happen. They’d scream the entire time.
This past week, we went to the front. The girls were perfect. They received their blessings, said amen, and promptly turned to return to our seats. I see the light of the open door at the back of the church and I think to myself..one more week, I made it. We’re safe. Or so I thought. As we are walking back, I am in holy hang your head enjoy the moment mode. I look up and I notice everybody smiling, on the verge of giggling. What the heck. Is my dress tucked in my panties. That’s not very Christian….Help a sister out. Then I see the eyes are fixed on my Gabs. My deliciously wonderful, over the top, not giving a shit what anybody thinks..Gabs! Apparently, she thought she had been elected Queen of the Mass. She was walking down the aisle doing the beauty queen wave to all her loyal subjects, complete with big cheesy Vaseline smile! OMG!!!! I can’t take these kids anywhere.
2010/04/16
About
About Me
Hi! I’m Deborah Cruz but my friends call me, Debi. I tell the TRUTH about Motherhood and now, I’ve even got the skinny on the teens. I’m a freckled Mexican from Chicago; first generation Mexican American, the oldest daughter of six children to a Mexican father and a southern mother. I’m the bicultural Marcia Brady, only my parents are Catholic so we share biological parents.
I spoke differently because of the accents I grew up hearing. My brain rapid fires words with no filter. Being teased for my pressured speech led me to embrace the written word. It’s how I process everything.This is where my love of words and languages began. When I write, there is no confusion about what I’m saying. I tell you the truth, all of it, the good, the bad, the ugly and the funny.
My unique language situation at home, led me to speak four languages; English, Spanish, French and Italian. I did before becoming a mom. Now, I’m fluent in baby, gibberish and currently, I’m mastering the art of tween and teen speak. I can still enjoy foreign films with no subtitles but that’s about it.
I spent my childhood traveling to Mexico. This is where my love of travel was born. My dad was adamant that we immerse ourselves in the culture. We did and I’m grateful that he did this for us. I do the same for my girls. Now, we travel as much as possible together as a family. Nothing compares to seeing the world through the eyes of your children and teens.
Life has thrown me a lot of obstacles from the beginning but I’m grateful for those struggles because they’ve truly made me stronger. It’s made me grateful for where I am because I know where I’ve been. Where there is a will, there is always a way. My parents taught me this.
About Our Family
By fate, I ended up in the wrong place at the right time (Purdue University) and met the 6’5″ man who is everything I never knew I always wanted. He proposed after not quite four months of dating, thanks to a little help from Salma Hayek. Fools Rush In inspired the Big Guy to propose.
We graduated college, got married, waited five years, went to New Orleans and got pregnant on street pizza. Best night of our lives. Then we grew up… sort of. Or maybe we just created our own little fun group of people to hang with. They say where there are no doors, create windows. Well, we had the same idea with humans.
We’ve currently been married for ever. Not saying we’re special, we just work hard to grow together instead of apart. It’s something we’ve actively done every day for the past 20 years. Obviously, I was a child bride. We’re now the proud parents of two daughters, Bella just turned 14 and Gabi is 11-years-old.
When I started this blog, Bella was 3 and Gabi was 1-years-old. My girls have grown up on the blog. If you’ve read the blog for a while you’ll remember them as the 2 ballerina toddlers who liked to paint their faces with fire engine red Chanel lipstick and get pearls stuck up their noses. If you are new to The TRUTH, they are the two gorgeous models featured in fashion posts on my Instagram page. They are good girls with big brains, big smiles, and big hearts. Oh yeah, and eye rolls that will make your head spin and your abuelita raise up outta her grave with a chancla in hand.
We are officially Walt Disney World addicts. My first pixie dusted trip was on our honeymoon. It took some convincing on the Big Guy’s part. However, when the only thing a man asks for at his wedding is to walk in to the Star Wars theme and to honeymoon at Disney World, you’ve got to at least consider it. It was 5-star magical and concierge level all the way. Our Disney World honeymoon convinced me that it could be as romantic as walking hand in hand in Europe. We’ve gone 20 more times in the past 20 years.We even brought the kids a few times. You can bet we’re going back this year to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
The Big Guy, Bella, Gabi and I currently live in the Midwest with our Victorian Bulldog, Lola. She keeps us on our toes and in stitches.
Over the years the TRUTH has evolved from just a little baby book full of mommyisms and how to survive the early years to us being on the brink of raising young ladies. I can tell you how to change a diaper, co-sleep, survive kindergarten drop off and discuss sex and guide your daughter through the murky waters of male attention. We’re only just beginning, and I don’t want to jinx it, but honestly, I love the tween and teen years.
Every phase, I think I can’t love being a mom any more but then we get to the next stage and I fall in love with my girls all over again. Hold the phone, this is all true but that’s not to say my girls aren’t bat sh*t crazy some days. Teenage hormones are no joke. Currently, I’m just trying to raise good human beings and I think I’m doing a pretty good job.
There’s a little bit of everything here; parenting from conception to the teen years, travel, politics, entertainment, delicious recipes, home decor and DIY renovations, tech and a little fashion and lots of sharing of all the things I love. Disney and Broadway are my jams. Also, this is the year of positivity so I’m getting healthy and sharing that journey.
That’s us in a nutshell. I’m a word nerd with a Ricky Ricardo laugh. The Big Guy is a tech savvy savant with a sexy brain who helps me out on this blog. The girls are the reason for my smiles, my happy heart, my gray hairs, the holes in my closet and my checkbook. They are my everything. They’re following in my footsteps and have their own website The Cool Girl Society where they hope to inspire all girls to be themselves and find the special within.
Our favorite thing to do is be together; laughing, trying new foods, experiencing new cultures and exploring the world. For us, family is everything and everything is better together.
About How I Work with Brands
I’ve been a storyteller since I could write. My imagination always seemed to find its way to paper. For the past decade, I’ve been digitally storytelling on The TRUTH about Motherhood and on several other well-known parenting publications such as Parenting, Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, Cafe Mom Media, LatinaMom.Me and several others. Whether it’s telling the story of how your product has touched our family through a blog post, or sharing that story through photos and video, my goal is to tell an authentic and relatable story to my audience about your brand. I’ve built a relationship of trust with my readers and no amount of money is worth sullying that bond. I am very selective about who I partner myself with. If I wouldn’t use your product in my own home, I refuse to tell the men and women who read this blog to do so in theirs. If you think your brand may be a good fit for me and/or my family, please reach out to me via email and I’ll send along my media kit and rates if I think it would be a mutually beneficial partnership.
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2010/06/20
10-10-10
10-10-10, this is what I am reading. Well, this is what I am reading…along with Women , Food, and God (yeah, that was a bitch to track down. Thanks again Oprah!), The secret Life of Marilyn Monroe, Jamie Olivers Food Revolution, Eat Pray Love, Vonnegut’s Gallapagos, the Kama Sutra, and A Tired Woman’s Guide to Passionate sex! Oh, yes, I am serious and I am a die hard multi tasker, could you tell? I have a tendancy of biting of fmore than I can chew and then getting it done just to prove to others that I can. Not the wisest way to live life, I admit.
Anyways, enough rambling, I am reading 10-10-10. The premise is to learn to make wiser choices by considering the ramifications of these choices..10 minutes into the future(immediatley), 10 months into the future (short term ramifications), and 10 years into the future (long term ramifications). This is so simple yet so smart.
Just think, someone asks you why you made a choice and you can actually give them a logical answer rather than say because I wanted to. I know our instinct is fabulous but wouldn’t rationale be brilliant to employ occassionally? I know there are some of us who live by the seat of our pants and make choices as we go. Sometimes they work out and sometimes they don’t. This is life. Others of us, not myself, make decisions based on some far off future.
You know, we all have the friends who have been planning for retirement since the moment they gained employment. Unfortunatly, I am not one of those either. But what if we spend our whole lives planning for the next stage and we never make it. What a waste. To spend a life planning and not actually living.
I used to joke that when I got pregnant with my first child that she was a surpeise because we were in the planning to plan stage. Life had other plans and we were forced to jump right into the living part of our lives. 10-10-10, helps us to find the happy medium. I am excited to finish this book, not so sure the others will get finished in any timely fashion but this one will for sure. Just wanted to share.

2010/04/13
“Stinky Old Peopleness”
So, I just walked out of the shower and was promptly attacked by the overwhelming scent of too much perfume. Apparently, my 2 year old had taken it upon herself to bathe in my Very Irresistible by Givenchy. (Apparently , not so Very Irresistible in large quantities!) Now, I know we all know this familiar scent when someone has put on too much perfume. Either we have done it ourselves out of poor judgment, or had the misfortune of being stuck in a car or a room with someone who obviously has a broke sniffer. (Its usually those same unfortunate women who don’t have mirrors in their houses!) My point is, we’ve all been there. It’s not a nice smell. Before I could reprimand or say anything to my 2 year old, my 5 year old comes waltzing into my bedroom and ( while holding her nose, no less) she very dramatically says, “EWWWWW, MOMMY! Stinky Old PEOPLENESS!” Obviously, I am a little immature and I broke into laughter immediately. I think my judgment is skewed because I am giddy with excitement to see my husband tonight. This out of town business/ single mother during the week crap is for the birds. Then I wondered, how did she relate the two? And how did she come up with that term? She is, after all, only 5. Apparently my snarky little mini me apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. She has ,of late, become quite the expert on Oldies. A couple days ago, my MIL was coming to visit. We had the two days planned full of activities. I was reviewing with the girls and said, “Well, sweetie, we may have to scale back this list of activities. Mommy is getting old!” To which my sweet 5 year old answers, ” NAH, MOMMY, you are NOT OLD. Grandma…now she’s old!” Oye vey, thank God Granny hadn’t arrived yet. This little light of mine…she always lets it shine. I think I’ve come to realize she has inherited Mommy’s filter, or should I say lack there of.

Warning; Image above is wonderful in moderation! In large doses may cause “Stinky Old Peopleness!”
2010/04/09
My so -called leisurely life Part deux; Cat in the Bag

Dr. Phil had a husband and wife on the show tonight. The husband liked to come home and criticize his wife for not having enough done at the house (commence with eye rolling). You know he couldn’t understand why the clean laundry was stacked in piles..why couldn’t she just put it away. She only had two babies.She breaks down into tears. What a meanie! Does he not have enough to do at his job and that’s why he comes home with nothing better on his mind than to attack his wife? The poor woman probably was waiting with baited breath for this man to walk through the door and rescue her from her day. Who died and made this guy Martha Friggin Stewart? I, personally, would have went burning bed all over his ass a long time ago if I was continually criticized and made to cry. But that is just me. I’m wondering if she ever shot back with, “Oh yeah, why can’t you put the seat down? Put a new roll on the toilet paper rod? Read without moving your lips?” Dr. Phil, apparently wiser from being married for 3 decades, told this man to stop with this craziness. I think his words were (to paraphrase) “Trying to criticize a woman on how to do things or tell your wife what to do is like trying to put a cat in a bag. You will get clawed and shredded to pieces! Women do not like to be criticized!”
Was this a big secret? We Mommies do so much but never feel like we can get it all done, so we have enough guilt about that topic. To have our husbands come home and attack us ( after they get to be in the real world and converse with actual adults all day) its just too much. Daddies , we are your partners, not the enemy. Support us and love us and we will try to give you the moon, maybe even try and put away all that folded laundry. Life’s to short to be trying to throw cats in bags!
2010/03/31
Can I please get a filter for this thing?
So, I make a new “Mommy” friend…everything is bright and shiny and new. I think she is awesome, she thinks I rock, our kids get along and then we go do something or go somewhere that doesn’t include our children. It doesn’t focus on what our children are doing or what milestones they are hitting.In fact, its the antithesis of that …its just two gals trying to have a grown up conversation over a beverage, that may or may not have alcohol in it. Anyways, this is pretty exciting. It kinda feels a little like a date, because you are trying to impress them with your wit and charm ( because lets face it, Mommy friends are like gold) and a little like an interview. This is all great, especially since in our line of work (Being a Mommy) there’s not a lot of room for “adult” conversation. In fact, isn’t our sole purpose to keep these children alive and well, so that’s’ probably why we talk about them and what’s going on in their lives so much. It’s like giving a report to the world on our hot, new up and coming product. Here is where things get dicey for me. Raise your hand if you’ve been here before; seriously, I hope I’m not alone in this predicament. It seems, as soon as you (meaning me) take the relationship from the preschool hallway , ballet school hallway,
whatever other hallway where I meet these women that I am dropping my children off at..I find myself in this very odd phenomenon. It’s odd for me because I am a talker and am not usually at a loss for words, nor do I need to go in search of them. But for some reason, whenever I am alone in this situation, it seems I develop this bizarre loss for words. What’s worse, the word constipation is followed by a very steady stream of diarrhea of the mouth ( not bad breath , though it may be better suited to be described in a different light) . The phenomenon that I am referring to is, I start rambling like a speeding train on a track to hell. I feel the space with what can only be described as Truthful Mommy unnecessary and should be kept to myself trivia.Things, Oh God inappropriate things, come flying out of my mouth. It’s like some form of tourettes. It is so embarrassing to me; I sit there, as its happening, wishing , hopelessly I could stop the words, or better yet remove the ones already said from the ears of my audience. You know that feeling you got in college when you went out and had too good of a time, you woke up the next morning thinking, “Oh crap! What did I do?” but this is worse, I am coherent..I know what I am saying but I can’t stop these unfiltered words from leaving my mouth. Here’s is an example of what a conversation might sound like, New friend/never again to be seen friend (NF/NASF) ” Yes, my husband is fantastic. He does the dishes every night.” Unfiltered me (UM) ” My husband is the best lover I have ever had. He is working on a new version of the Kama Sutra!” (Appropriate response? Probably not!) (NF/NASF) ” I need to workout more!” (UM) “I was a bulimic for 10 years.Vanilla ice cream tastes like a shake , on the return trip!” These are NOT actual conversation excerpts, but a fair example of the gamut of what could possibly come out of my mouth in these situations is about as random. So, you see the dilemma? What , dear God, can I fill the space of quietness with? Maybe silence is golden for a reason!
2010/03/17
Random acts of kindness
I’ve been mulling over something that I really want to instill in my children…random acts of kindness. I used to be one of those people who saw the bumper stickers and thought to myself, that’s great but..whatever. I mean really, who has times to run around randomly being kind to one another? And if you do, what do you get out of it? Unappreciative ignorance? That was me, a year ago, sarcastic, jaded, unappreciative me. Today, I am a believer in random acts of kindness.I’m more than a believer , I am a proponent:)
In the past year, my life has changed quite a bit. I have had to put my life in the hands of others and quite literally, be dependent on the kindness of strangers because I had no choice. I was new in town, I was friendless, I was completely out of my element, and what felt like a million miles from everything and everyone I knew. It all started with a Mommy, just like any one of you, who did not know me. We were in a MOPS group I joined. We were talking, first day chit chat, and she knew I was new to town. Asking how I was getting along in a new place, if I’d joined any other activities, etc. In passing, I mentioned that I wanted to join the local Stroller Striders but ,unfortunately, had left my stroller in my house ( we were transitioning, corporate housing and all that). This woman, this complete stranger, offered me one of her strollers. I was floored.What? Was this really happening? Was someone being generous and kind for no obvious reason other than to be a good human being and help a fellow human being out? What? What? What? That evening, that very same evening, she brought me a gently loved Nordic jogging stroller.I was amazed.
Then I met another friend,one of the most amazing women , I have ever met in my life. The kind of woman who at first glance you may think, who is this broad? Seriously, she was so “sweet” I kept thinking, is she crazy or is she for real. I had never met anyone like her, and am pretty sure I never will again. She met me, she put 100%into the friendship, and was a walking ball of random acts of kindness. One day I was feeling under the weather, and for no other reason than the fact that she is an amazing human being, she brought over lunch for my kids. Then dinner for my family that night. My kids were sick, she brought them treats and coloring activities. Random brownies would appear. OH, how we miss those brownies:)LOL These may not sound like big gestures but they were constant, timely, and randomly the kindest thing anyone could do..when I needed them most and expected it the least. This was just a very small amount of what she did for us, what she still does for me. Her kindness parlayed into an amazing sisterhood between the two of us. Because of her random acts of kindness, I now have one of the best friends I could have ever asked for. Her random acts of kindness have inspired me to want to be a better person, and that has to mean something.
Then there was yesterday, my daughter’s preschool teacher (which my daughter no longer attends due to our recent relocation) called us and had the entire class sing Happy Birthday to my 5 year old over her cell phone.This random act of kindness may sound like a very small gesture but to my 5 year old, who has just had to leave all of her amazing friends, school, routine and relocate this meant the world. The joy that gesture made, the effect that simple act of kindness that her teacher , another amazing woman by my standards, had on my daughter.That is something that I can never repay because it is priceless.
These are just a few of the random acts of kindness that I have experienced in the past year; there’s been chocolate for no reason at all, when I’ve needed it most. A hug when I’ve been sad, smiles when I’ve needed a little sunshine,girl talk and martini’s when I needed a breath, shopping and talking..its all about timing. Someone sitting a little longer with me at a gathering because I arrived late, someone giving me tickets to a concert for my kids that I couldn’t have gotten otherwise, there are so many random acts of kindness that I have been the recipient of that there are too many to mention. But if you know me, chances are you have perpetrated a random act of kindness in my direction. Thanks for making me a better person. Random acts of kindness are so special because they are selfless and sometimes someone’s small random act of kindness can mean the world to someone who really needs that kindness and love in their life at that moment. Kindness can never hurt , it can only help! So be amazing, save a life; BE KIND!
2010/03/11
Too Much Rock band…never!
My 2 year old just sat down at my desk in front of computer and promptly started chanting ( to the tune of the Blitzkreig Bop by the Ramones) “Hey Ho, let’s blog!Hey Ho, Let’s blog!!” LOL! Yeah, this is what happens when Daddy and Uncle have been playing rock band non stop for a few hours and obviously….Mommy blogs! It really is the cutest things that come out of my girls’ mouths.
For example; yesterday evening, we were driving back from a road trip and passed a refinery. My 4 year old, in all of her optimism and wonderment of the world, looks at the billowing puffs of smoke eluding the refinery and promptly says,” Look Mom, it’s a cloud factory! It’s where all the clouds in the world are made!” It was so cute and adorable, I said a silent ,”AWWWWWWW!” and then I shed a little tear because one day, in the not so distant future, she won’t look at the world this way.
Of course my 2 year old wasn’t going to be outdone. She yelled, “Look Bella, a big giant elephant!” (daddy likes to employ the pink elephant distraction technique.) To which Bella responds, “Where, Gabs?” Gabs, obnoxiously smart 2 year old, “No pink elephant…me joking!” It is amazing to me that a person who can not completely employ the English language can even understand the context of her joke, but she does.These moments happen daily in our home and are each precious and amazing to me. Sometimes, I wish I could just stop time and keep them this age forever but then I’d miss out on all the other great moments that come with growing up….first dates, driving, first loves, first heartbreaks, college, falling in love with their true loves, getting married, having babies, having a career, having it all and the three of us developing a friendship as they grow into women. So, I say to you tonight, too much rock band…Never! With every choice we make in our daily lives, we create memories and I say ROCK ON!!!

2010/03/04