Fly on the Wall November



Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 16 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes



  • Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom 
  • Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad
  • AJ – our only child, a 6 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge

What did AJ say????

Walking in from a birthday party that Daddy took him to. He runs up to me with doughnuts in hand. “Daddy got me the munchkins, but here’s the thing.” with hands up in the air gesturing away “I only had three bites of cake.”


While in the bathroom I hear AJ say. “Aaaaah pooping is great.”


“I wish every day was a half day.”
“So we can come home and have fun.”
“Sorry, but that’s life. We all have responsibilies. I wish I could stay home and still get paid.”


“You need to leave your socks on, it’s cold.”
“No, my piggies need to breathe.”


AJ woke one day at 5:30. WHY? Well he’s an early bird, but that’s a post for another day. That morning he said he needed to get up so he could work on his invention-a double pencil. He taped two pencils together and used it to draw and erase. What he was drawing was pretty cool and he was excited he could erase even faster with two erasers. I wanted to ask how he was going to sharped them…then was afraid he might try to invent a double sharpener.



AJ was being silly and not listening in karate. He told Sensei that he missed his Daddy who is always at work.

Sensei replied, that his daddy works so AJ can have the things he enjoys. He should thank his daddy for working. Before Sensei could finish, AJ blurts out….”My daddy is stronger than you.”

Sensei held  back a laugh, smiled, and said “I bet he is.”

I got glasses for driving and watching movies at a distance. I always wanted glasses, I know I’m weird. Maybe in a few years I’ll need to wear them all the time.



AJ had three half days at school for parent-teacher conferences. One day I left early, the day I had to meet with the teacher. I told AJ we would have a lovely mommy and son lunch date. I really enjoyed that time with him. I told him we have to do it more often.

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November Use Your Words

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Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.

I’m using… Bathtub ~ toilet paper ~ plunger ~ ladle ~ mixing bowl ~ Snickers
They were submitted by:

Halloween was fun, my sister visited from Texas and went trick or treading during the day. Our town is awesome, the business on Main Street host trick or treating or kids. As my mother said, it’s like being inside an ABC Family movie and she’s right. Tony and I took Anthony trick or treading again at night.11-13

While it’s fun to dress up, the candy is a nightmare. I told him if he eats too much of that dangerous candy and chocolate he’d be leaving human snickers in the toilet bowl. That’s what happened. While it’s fun to dress up and go trick or treading, it stinks that candy is filled with GMOS and chemicals. Instead they should make organic candy affordable, but then they’d have to admit they’ve been lying to us all along about the dangers if GMOs.

If I could I’d sneak into Monsanto and the major food companies headquarters. What would I do while in there? I’d steal all their plungers, replace them with ladles, then throw full rolls of toilet paper in the bowls.They’d never be able to use the bathroom again.. Not that it would be a problem, they are used being full of sh*t anyway.


To counteract all this candy and chocolate, I’ve been using my dehydrator to make beef jerky and dried fruits. I LOVE the way the apples, bananas, water, cantaloupes, pineapples, and fruit leathers come out. They don’t have any preservatives, sugar, chemical and still taste great. I only bought a small dehydrator, and at one time only have an amount of fruit to fill a mixing bowl. If I had the space and time I’d make enough to fill a bathtub.
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Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

Looking Back, I am Thankful for…


Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:


My subject is: At 14 what were you thankful for and what do you see now that you SHOULD have been thankful for but saw as a nuisance?

It was submitted by:

Twenty-six years ago I would have just turned 14 and been starting high school. My previous years were spent at a Catholic, private school from kindergarten to eighth grade. What would have been thankful for? I would have been thankful starting a new school. Why? I was bullied and tormented my last few years there. I was the butt of jokes, threatened, ignored, and made to feel like crap by other kids. I spent so many years hating myself and hating school. All this happened because of my big nose, a mole above my lip, my curly hair, awkwardness. The worst part is that there was no help. Back then it was all on me and my family. It was our issue to deal with, it was our problem. I was weird, not as pretty, not cool, not with the in crowd, so what could I expect.

What was I thankful for? I was thankful for graduating and starting high school. Instead some of it followed me to high school. Bullies, users, and tormentors can even be in a passive form. They are still guilty of what they are doing by not helping or laughing in the background. The stigma of it followed me.

All I wanted was…

  • to not feel pathetic
  • to not be afraid
  • to make friends that really liked me
  • to not be called names because of my nose, hair, or clothes
  • to not hate myself


Looking back, I am thankful for parents who…

  • cared more about my sister and I than being cool
  • wanted to keep us safe
  • spent their money to send my sister and I to a private school
  • devoted their lives to making sure education was valued and important
  • made it clear that my sister and I had to go to college, it was future they both never got to experience
  • parents who knew raising good kids was more important than raising popular kids

After seeing a woman walking down the street, ,my mother said to me that will be you as and adult. What did the woman look like? She was tall with awesome, long, black, curly hair, a maroon business suit, carrying a suitcase and walking like she dominate the world. One of the passive bullies was in the backseat with me, of course I doubt she got what my mom was saying. I doubt she cared. I doubted I would be that beautiful.

My mom was right though. I am beautiful and important. I also don’t care what others think. My self worth does not depend on anyone. I love myself, love who I am, who I was, and who I will become. I LOVE my crazy, curly hair. I love my big, freckled nose. I love my large thighs and hips. I love my stretch marks. I love beauty marks and moles.

I know that every woman on this planet, even the models and actresses have issues with their bodies. I know confidence and beauty does not come from makeup, clothes, and jewelry. That only enhances our beauty, because our beauty comes from within.

I am trying to raise my son to appreciate the beauty within all people. To treat others kindly and respectfully. To love his body. I will NEVER criticize myself in front of my son. Why? First of all it teaches him how to criticize himself. Secondly, if he came from me and I hate the my body, what am I saying about him?

I want him to know how much his actions and words can hurt others. I want him to know the power of kind and loving words and actions. I want him to stand up for others and not be a bully, either passive or aggressive. I want him to be kind to others, but stand up for what’s right. I want him to the beauty in everyone, including himself.

Fly on the Wall October



Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 16 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes


  • Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom 
  • Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad
  • AJ – our only child, a 6 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge


“Mommy, please do me a favor?”


“Can you pause that? Then stand over here and pose like this?” (Stands how he wants me to stand. I do what he says.)

“Perfect, Mommy.”

Proudly shows me what he painted….my portrait.

Reading a book to his furry friends. “Now talk to your partner about the story.”

“Is that what you’re teacher says?”

“Mommy, stop, I’m playing.”

“Sorry, I just want to know.”

“Fine, yes, now let me be.”

AJ to Daddy…

“Time to wait for the bus. Get your sweater and lets go.”

I signed up AJ or a drama class thinking with all his singing he would love it. It turned out to be a HUGE disaster. He hated the class, hated all the stage directions, hated the songs he had to remember.

“Mommy, I just want to sing my songs.”

No refund, so I just ate that money.At least it was paid with summer money, so it didn’t come out of any bills for September.

“That’s awesome!”
“What’s awesome?”
“I’m popping and it smells so bad!”

AJ farts, loudly sighs, then smiles. “I’m the king of the farts.”

That’s not nice to do to a kid
You’re so mean
I’m going add fast as I can

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Recently after karate, we put ton his jacket and he began to scream and cry. I thought it the straw stuck to his jacket and huffed as I pulled it off of him. To my horror a huge wasp flew out of the arm of the coat.

My poor baby was stung by a wasp. Thankfully it was only one sting and he’s not allergic. He was in so much pain, but another karate mom got him ice. The car ride home was terrible for him, because of all the pain and fear. My heart broke for him.

Finally, we got home and I ran a teabag under cold water, put it on his terrible looking sting/bite, wrapped it up with a washcloth, then put masking tape over it to keep it in place. After thirty minutes the spot of the sting was difficult to see and he was feeling better.

Yes, tea bags are amazing. They are great for burns, bites, and stings. The herbs have a healing quality. Sadly I forgot I carry tea bags in my bag, I need to remember this for future incidents.

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This Sunday I am turning 40! Tony is turning 41 the following week!

No I’m not ashamed, scared, worried, or angry. I am looking forward to it. Age is just a number, I don’t feel forty at all. Aging is nothing to be ashamed of, we all age and need make it a symbol of accomplishment and power. Instead of trying to hide with anti-aging nonsense or be ashamed of wrinkles and gray hairs, we need to embrace it. If all women took back the power of aging, imagine how we could change society and the cosmetic industries.

Not in My House

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 16 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:


My subject is: Your mother has brought you your grandmothers pride and joy piece of furniture.  You detest it, but you have to keep it.  Where are you going to put it?

It was submitted by:

Thought it would be fun to find a decorating quiz and incorpratie it into this post, but I could not find a decorating style quiz that really got me. I like the relaxing and welcoming style of casual, but not the bright colors. I like the colors of traditional but not the furniture. I’m not into modern, sleek, and chic. Nor am I into retro, contemporary, or rustic, or art deco.

Then I found this quiz which said my decorating style was eclectic with a modern flair…not sure about the modern flair, but totally me. I do love to mix styles and colors and love making it all work. For me it’s always about color and function over form.


What colors do I love? Well, I miss our old condo with it’s dark brown walls and bright accents…sighs. If we ever own again I want dark brown walls with LOTS of color from pillows, couches, furniture, art and curtains. As long as the furniture is comfy and the color I want, I don’t what style it is.


So, I tried to think of an piece of furniture that my grandmother would have and could physically fit in my small apartment. After searching through some free images, I found a hideous piece…at least hideous to me. No way would this work in my apartment.

  • it’s all about design over comfort
  • looks like a torture device for your back
  • can’t curl up on it comfortably
  • imagine how tough that will be to clean?
  • the design and colors…instant shudders


*****looks off into space imaging this scenario*****

Mom walks in followed by my Dad who is carrying a crazy looking chair. I catch my mom’s eye and she quickly says. “We found this in the attic. We can’t ship it to Texas for your sister and soon we’ll be moving, so you need to take it.”

“What? Are you f*cking kidding me?” I can’t help the sass.

“Stop with that language and no I’m not kidding. You need to take it. It was my mothers.”

“No way, if it’s important to you, you take it.”

“We are moving soon, at least hold on to it for now.” Mom demands throwing her bag on my table.

A laugh escapes. “I won’t be responsible if AJ destroys it or for cleaning that torture device. How do you even sit in it without destroying your back? And look at the horrible designs and colors.”

“It’s an antique, a treasure.”

“No, it’s a hideous. It was made by people who had no sense of style or color. I’m telling you, when AJ sees it he’s going to want to climb all over it, hang toys from it, and use it as a toy.”

“Then don’t let him.”

“Easier said than done. Besides it’s probably haunted. The women on the fabric was probably murdered for speaking her mind or something and now her soul is trapped in the chair. Whoever sits in it will be sucked in there with her.”

“You are being ridiculous. Find a place for it.”

“The only places it can go is in the garage or on the porch. If you do’t like it, then sell it. Maybe you’ll get a fortune.”

“What if it’s worth a couple thousand dollars?”

“I don’t want it or the haunted money from it.”

AJ comes running in and immediately jumps on the chair, it falls backwards. he laughs. “I’m doing that again.” I look at my mother giving her the see I told you look.

She picks it up and moves it outside while I try to explain to AJ why we cna’t have that in our home. Now I hust hav eto pray that his umping on it idnid’t release the victorialn ghost.

I’m thankful that my mother would never insist on me taking such an important and treasured furniture. Not only would AJ destroy it, but I would find a way to cover or paint it. If that didn’t work, then I guess there would have to be an accident and it would somehow be destroyed.

New Experiences and Challenges



This past Sunday, for Mother’s Day I ran walked the Run Like A Mother 5k and AJ did the 1 mile for kids. What an experience it was, wish I had done that sooner. This was my first time attempting anything of the sort. At one point I almost cried. It wasn’t because I couldn’t do it, it was the overwhelming power of the moment. Just looking up and seeing all the kids in their blue shirts and all the women, moms, daughters, sisters, aunts, grandmas, and friends in their pink shirts. What a sight it was. I could feel it in the air and I am so proud to have been a part of it.

I walked the 5k in 55 mins! For me that is darn good. Next year my goal is to jog it in 45 minutes, if I do better than that is great. Even AJ is excited for next year. He said he will practice running so he can run with the big guys. I think he wants to challenge himself to run faster as well!

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I recently learned how to effectively tie my sneakers when running walking. I never paid attention to this extra hole and really could have used this for my 5k. I tried it and it’s AMAZING, it really works. I didn’t have the irritation above my heel or on my pinky toe! Even the bottom of my heels didn’t hurt as much. Did you already know about this?


What do you listen to when you exercise? Music used to be my motivation for long commutes and exercise, now it’s a good book. I don’t own an iPod, but with Audible I can listen to any book, anytime, and anywhere. All you need is the Audible app and an Amazon account. You simply download the book and listen till your heart’s content. Want to know what books I’m reading and read my reviews? Do you post about your book reviews? If you do you can link them up every Monday. Here’s my latest book review and linky.

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I still borrow CD books from the library, we should all take advantage of that. Though they may be cutting back on CDs they can send from other libraries to your library. Did you know you could do that? If your branch doesn’t have the book you want, you can go onto bibliomation and have the book sent to your branch when it’s available. Not sure what to do, just ask a librarian. Neat, right? Well, I really hope they don’t cut back on that, but afraid they will.

Each new book brings on a new journey, a new adventure, a new family. I don’t want to leave this place,

I want to press a button and like magic additional chapters appear and the story continues. 

It really is devastating when a book ends. No matter if the ending is what you wanted, feared, hated, or cherished…you don’t want it to end. Then you start a new book and the possibilities are endless, but you never forget your old friends.


AJ is going to be six next month! Can you believe it? 6!!! Where did the time go? The fact that it took us 6 years to become parents and that is how old our little guy is! All those years of depression, worry, anger, jealousy, worry, fear are now replaced with love, hope, joys, craziness, passion and family.

Every milestone, every accomplishment, every worry, every frustration is truly a blessing I once thought I would never get to enjoy.

I think it’s time to start working on his party supplies and gift bags. I have to start taking his 6 year old picture make a collage of his previous b-day pics. Do you go to a professional or do it yourself? I have been using PicMonkey to edit pic and make collages and it’s a BIG money saver. The more you practice the better you get at it, besides it’s fun to create your own!

All About The Money

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap


Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there: Baking In A Tornado Stacy Sews and Schools The Bergham’s Life Chronicles Z Spatulas on Parade  Dinosaur Superhero Mommy The Momisodes  Climaxed Confessions of a part-time working mom Southern Belle Charm The Lieber Family  Someone Else’s Genius Evil Joy Speaks Disneyland in Kentucky Sparkly Poetic Weirdo  Juicebox Confession

My subject is “Do you think Valentines Day is a “Made Up” holiday?” It was submitted by   Here goes: 


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Well, let me think about this.  If you really love me you’ll do at LEAST one of the following…  How else can you show your love to me? This is your one big chance, so choose wisely. 

  • buy me a diamond necklace or ring
  • buy me a box of chocolates or candies
  • buy me flowers that will eventually die
  • buy puppy or kitten
  • take me out to an expensive restaurant
  • give me an expensive gift card to my favorite clothing store

Am I forgetting anything? 


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It doesn’t matter if you do any of the following things throughout the year… The only thing that matters is how you treat me on the Valentine’s Day. I need to brag and show off what a great man I have. 

  • tell me you love me every day
  • bring my car for an oil change
  • buy me bumper stickers that support my hatred of Monsanto 
  • pick up food when we run low
  • warm up my car on cold mornings
  • give me kisses
  • make me lunch when I’m home sick
  • call to say hello
  • wash and put away dishes
  • clean up the mess I was too tired to put away
  • tell me I’m beautiful
  • watch the movie I want
  • go out to the store at night because I’m too tired

I KNOW I’m forgetting something.


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Okay…obviously I’m being sarcastic. Yes, I do believe Valentine’s Day is a made up holiday. It’s just pure silliness. Why is it so important  to have a date on Valentine’s Day? Why is it important to go out and prove to the world that your significant took you out on Valentine’s Day.

I understand it’s about the romance, but I prefer romance every day. I prefer my husband to be kind, caring, loving, thoughtful every day instead of just one day a year. I don’t need jewelry, flowers, or clothes to know my husband loves me. I don’t need an animal or nasty chocolate (that is filled with GMOs) to know he loves me. I just need him to show it to me everyday.  So when Valentines’ Day arrives and he hands me a card, I will happily return the favor and be glad he is still my husband. He hasn’t strayed or left in all my craziness.

Now that is love and commitment. 



Fly on the Wall JAN 2015


Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

 Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes: Baking In A Tornado Spatulas on Parade  Follow me home Menopausal Mother Stacy Sews and Schools Dinosaur Superhero Mommy Juicebox Confession Battered Hope Eileen’s Perpetually Busy Go Mama O Someone Else’s Genius The Sadder But Wiser Girl  Just A Little Nutty   The Momisodes


 monkey mess

Overheard Dino playing with his toys, “You got monkeys, that’s not fair. Prepare to be punished.”

I thought it was cute and responded, “Oh no, hope he’s okay.”

Dino did not like me interrupting his play time. “Stop, Mommy. I’m playing and you are bothering me.”

Don’t you just love the mess that one child can create?  

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Blows loud breath as he cuts paper for art work. “Boy, this is hard work.”

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Showing me how his cars change into dinosaurs. “I know these things.”

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We were trading stories in the car…it was Dino’s turn and he started

“Once upon a time there lived a girl who had two dads, they all lived on a farm…” It started out sweet, then ended with zombies, eating of flesh, and ghosts…

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Dino and Daddy boxing…Dino loves it. With his sensory issues it’s a great way to burn energy and give him that physical feedback he needs.

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Daddy and Dino were watching Star Wars episodes 4, 5, and 6 one day. After explaining yet another attack/death scene, Dino said “There’s a lot of dying in these movies, Daddy.”

Well he sure said the truth!

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So I get an email Monday one morning from our lovely, Secret Subject Swap leader, Karen. She wanted to let me know that my SSS post for January was posted just a few moments ago. I freaked out and checked. Low and behold there it was. That wasn’t the worst part-it was NOT written and had the title and picture was from months ago…I schedule a few posts ahead of time with the template of the post. I obviously scheduled it for the wrong date. Oooooops.

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As I was getting ready to head out to work, Dino wanted juice. I quickly grabbed the bottle and must have unscrewed it without realizing it, then shook it. There was mango-orange juice everywhere. EVERYWHERE!!!! Thankfully I was wasn’t dressed yet, bust in my morning clothes. The picture would have been awesome, but I just was in too much of a rush.


Plans Change and Life Goes On

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 14 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there: Baking In A Tornado  Spatulas on Parade Stacy Sews and Schools The Bergham’s Life Chronicles Dinosaur Superhero Mommy Confessions of a part-time working mom  Juicebox Confession Someone Else’s Genius The Momisodes Climaxed  Sparkly Poetic Weirdo Cluttered Genius Southern Belle Charm Evil Joy Speaks


My subject is…It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the time that _________. It was submitted by Here goes: 

It was the time that I forgot that plans change and but life goes on… 

Here we were Christmas Eve, which was already bitter sweet with my sister and BIL celebrating in their new home in Texas. Yes, they relocated from NY to Texas. It all happened pretty fast and while I am happy for them, I miss my sister. Life goes on though, right? I know we will get to seem them during holidays and I plan to visit them over the summer with Dino. It’s just weird knowing that she is not a hour away anymore, but across the country. Changes happen and we must keep moving forward making new memories.

This Christmas instead of celebrating with them in their condo, like we normally do, my parents were coming up to our apartment to celebrate with us. Since my apartment is pretty small, we were all going out for a Hibachi Dinner. I am glad I didn’t cook. Why? You’ll see as you read on.

It was a fairly quiet Christmas Eve morning with Dino unusually quiet and not eating much. He said a few times he didn’t feel good, but he was still playing and rolling around like he does. I didn’t think much of it though, eventually Dino and myself get ready. He looked so handsome in a red and black plaid shirt and gray pants. Once he’s dressed he starts complaining even more that he’s sick. This is not new, for the past few weeks Dino kept saying how sick he was feeling. Soon we realized he was only sick for a short time and started milking it to stay home and hopefully have my dad come up to watch him.  One morning, I reached my limit…after complaining he was sick again I explained that Daddy and I had to go to work, Pop Pop had doctor appointments, and if he was really sick I would have to drop him off at the hospital and pick him up after work. Suddenly he was better.

Therefore when Dino kept moaning about being sick Christmas Eve morning, I thought nothing of it. I truly thought he was pretending. Then all of a sudden he got pale and started moving around like he WAS sick. I knew something was up, but before I could act he was in the bathroom throwing up all over the toilet…not much going in the toilet.  His Christmas outfit was done, the bathroom was a mess. I took care of our sick boy while Hubby cleaned up the bathroom. I called my parents to let them know the change. Sadly Dino did visit the sick bucket two times. We ordered Chinese food and I ate sparingly feeling queasy myself. It could have been in my head, but the after Christmas I was sick. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was stress, maybe it was something Dino passed on to me. I do know that I continued to feel not 100% percent better the rest of vacation.

So is life with kids during the holidays. We make plans and I forgot that nothing is set in stone.

I took for granted that my sister would always live close by…now she is too far away. I wish I had done more with her. Sadly life gets in the way and we forget what truly matters. Life goes on and I now have to save money since Dino and I do plan on visiting them in Texas for a few days over the summer.



Love that my BIL Phil is always looking down at Anthony…too cute.

Mommy and Dino’s Real Food Meals

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All recipes and meals are made with organic, real food and/or NON-GMO products.

Chicken Soup with Barley, Carrots, Potatoes, and Celery: 

  • whole chicken
  • carrots, potatoes, sweet potatoes, celery, onions, garlic
  • olive oil
  • butter
  • water
  • seasoning

I threw the veggies in the bottom as always, added all my seasoning and water, then placed chicken on top! By placing chicken on top, it still cooks, but it easier to lift out of the crock pot and place in pan to begin pulling off the meat. I messed up and forgot to add barley to the crock pot, so I took some chicken broth, some bones, extra water and cooked the barley in the cast iron pot instead. After it was cooked I added it to the soup. I had extra barley leftover for salads, eggs, or other dishes. 

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I made a great bone broth from the chicken bones. What is bone broth? I never heard of it till recently and I love knowing I can use up as much as the chicken as possible…nothing goes to waste. Here is more info and recipes…. 



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Sundried Tomato Chicken Sausage, Brocolli, Carrots, Cauliflowr, Brussel Sporuts, and Rice: 

  • chicken sun dried tomato sausage
  • veggies of your choice
  • rice
  • butter
  • water
  • seasoning

started cooking rice in cast iron pot, then added tons of seasoning (Italian Herbs with a dash of curry). Once rice was boiling and I switched it to simmer, I threw in the precooked sausage and veggies. I covered and let simmer for about 30 minutes. It came out so darn tasty! 

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 I made a HUGE vat of oatmeal and saved into smaller bags. All I have to do is add honey, butter, and cinnamon and enjoy. Perhaps he can really taste the oats instead of all the crap in the packet. A friend said she uses almond butter, roasted coconuts, and coconut oil. What do you add to your oatmeal.

I need to buy more quick oats from the bulk section at Whole Foods…not only can I make oatmeal, I use the oats to make overnight oats and other tasty treats.


No weekly meal plan this week…it;’s been a bit hecti after the holidays. When I go shopping Friday I’ll have a better idea of what I plan on making for the next two weeks.

Are you back on schedule after the holidays? What’s on your meal plan this week and next?


Yes, buying organic/NON-GMO is expensive. Until there is a big change in food production and what consumers buy, healthy choices will always be more expensive. If you want to start small with organic…here are some great tips.

How to eat organic on a budget. Practical ways to eat well when you can’t afford organic. Dear Mom who can’t afford organic.

Products that participate in and are NON-GMO can be found here



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