Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Things That Make You Ask "Why?" Part 11

It's been much too long since we've done one of these posts!! And since it's the middle of the week and we are halfway from the fun of the previous weekend and still have a few more days until we make it to the next one, now seems like the perfect time for a good chuckle. So without further ado, I bring you another addition of "Things That Make You Ask Why?"

All photos are courtesy of my cellphone and the strange life I lead.


Why is this guy breaking the law?

Because it's illegal to have nuts hanging from your car. I know this because while sitting behind this car at the gas station, I Googled truck nuts to see if they really were nuts or if I just had a dirty mind.

They are real, and also really illegal. Huh.

And speaking of trucks, what is this? Why would a truck need a sign like this? Am I unaware that truck pushing is an actual problem that truck companies have to deal with? Pushing them where? Out of the way when they drive too slowly? I mean I just... I don't get it.


Friday, April 29, 2016

You Will Probably Get Bored Reading This, So Don't Say I Didn't Warn You

Um... where did this week go?

I mean really, WHERE IS MY LIFE GOING?

In all seriousness, this week has flown by. In fact, The Girl Child had her school musical performance a few days ago, and here, let me show you a picture.

Oh. Wait. Yea, I forgot to take any.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? I'm totally the person that takes so many pictures, that it annoys everyone around me, and yet... nothing.

I was so rushed, and felt so frazzled that night, that I completely forgot to take any pictures except a blurry one that I snapped of her entire class on the stage.

My mom of the year award should be coming any day now.

Friday, April 22, 2016

I Went To Court, And I Actually Learned Something

The Boy Child started attending a new daycare last week.

To give you a little bit of perspective, he had been going to his previous daycare since he was less than a year old (he started a few months after my ex left), and he is now almost 5. To him, that daycare was a big part of his life. The teachers were his "other mothers," and his classmates were his "other siblings." His nap cot was his 2nd bed, and the facility was his second home. He has eaten there, slept there, played there, learned there, and thrived there for as long as he can remember, and he loved it.

But when everything went down with the states child care funding crisis that threatened my childcare subsidy, and some changes were made at the center with staffing, we needed to find a new place. And I'm not going to lie, it made me really sad, because I've trusted that place with raising both my daughter and my son. They have been there for them when I couldn't be, and until recently, they've done a great job.

So looking for a new center, it was hard! It felt like jumping into the dating world the day after the love of your life breaks up with you. It didn't matter what any of the other places had to offer, none of them were the one we loved; the place we were comfortable with.

But there wasn't much I could do about that, and with my subsidy threatened and a huge staff turnover at the facility, it was time to get moving. I kid you not, I called every damn daycare within a 30 minute radius of my house. I did tour after tour, visiting some places more than once (often with friends), and when the directors would ask me if I had any questions, you had better believe that I had no less than 30. Because this is my child we are talking about here, and if he is going to be "raised" by someone else during the day, then I want to make sure that he is being raised in a place that supports the way I'd like to see him raised.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Well Surprise, Surprise......

Well, surprise, surprise, I have court again on Friday.

Does this seem a bit redundant to you? I mean really, aren’t you tired of talking about this?

Because I am.

I am so over this.

In fact, I’m pretty sure that is nearly exactly what I said last time!

But, as usual, there’s nothing I can do about this, so onward we go.

Please God, let this finally be over (God, can you hear me?).

Hopefully this Friday, my ex will actually understand that yes, if we are standing in a courtroom, in front of a judge, WE HAVE COURT.

Enter Raised Eyebrows of Stupidity:

Seriously, don’t even get me started on that again (really, how stupid can you be to stand in a court room, in front of a judge, and argue that you don't have court??), because it’s way too early for me to start drinking, and I just cannot handle any more of his nonsense if it’s not going to be paired with a tasty margarita or a couple of whiskey shots to help dull my annoyance.

Because trust me, there is annoyance, and I am not in the mood to get my first assault charge.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

I Dislocated A Rib, So I'm Going To Waste Time Showing You This...

You guys, I dislocated a rib. Yes, it is possible. No, this isn't my first time. Yes, it hurt just like the very first time. Yes, that was a corny joke based off of a song. Yes, the rib thing really happened though.

So while I'm tending to my wounds and sharing with you just exactly how awkward it is to relocate a rib, I'm killing time by organizing the photo files on my computer. And do you know what I realized? I realized that I take a TON of "scenic" pictures of the land around my house. 

Like something may actually be wrong with me.

But I digress.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Goodbye Dad, I Love You

“Mommy, will you always love me?” The Girl Child asked, seemingly at random.

“Always,” I answered.

“Will you always like me?” she asked next.

“Maybe not” I said.

Harsh, I know.

As she stared back at me with a shocked expression on her sweet, seven year old face, I began to explain.

“I will always, always, love you, and nothing that you will ever do is going to change that. You will always be my baby, and I will always be your momma. But, there will probably be times when you make choices that I don’t like, and during those times, I will always love you, but I might not like the things you are doing, or the choices you are making. I might be angry with you, or upset with you, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”

She sat there for a minute and as I watched a look of understanding flash behind her eyes, she said “Ohhhh, so that’s what you mean when you always say ‘Girl Child, I want you to go to your room because I am not happy with you. I love you, but I don’t like the way you are acting'." "Yep!" I exclaimed. “That is exactly what I mean. Sometimes people do things that we don’t like, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t love them.”

And when it comes to my children, that will never, ever change. There is nothing that they will ever be able to do, that stops me from loving them with every fiber of my being. That doesn’t mean that I will always be happy with them, or that I will approve of the choices they make, but nothing they can do is ever going to lessen the love that I have for them, and nothing will ever stop me from wanting to protect them.

Because I am their mother, and my love for them runs deeper than the beat of my heart.

I miss my dad.

And I almost hate to say that, but if I denied it, I would be lying.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Sweet Potato Cinnamon Bites (And More!)

Today was a long day and not just because I gave the entire house a good scrub down, did five loads of laundry, wrote two articles, met with a nonprofit client, went to the gym, and took both kids grocery shopping, but it was a long day simply because it was freezer meal stock-up day (full disclosure, I wrote this on Saturday).


I am not a fan of freezer meal stock-up day, but what I am a fan of is eating and we like to do that around here at least several times a day. As I've mentioned in past posts, since I don't want the kids eating cereal for dinner every night of the week, I try to set aside one day a month to get as many meals made as possible and stick them in the freezer for the weeknights. Also, because we are on the food assistance program (food stamps), it helps me budget what I have to spend by making a majority of our meals as soon as our assistance becomes available each month. 

This time around I started with 6lbs of chili.