New year’s eve dinner

Several pieces of garlic 1 thin sliced and diced onion Lime
juice and a bit of tomato paste and a bit of salt. Heat Allow to
cool Put under,and over the turkey skin And inside the turkey Add 1
can of beer to the inside and a bit of garlic seasoning to the
outside of the turkey. Sit covered over night in the fridge Bake at
350-400 until done Then remove foil and allow to brown Yum yum Take
extra turkey juices and a few potatoes in a baking dish, cover with
foul and bake at 350-400 degrees until done.( you can make the
potatoes with the turkey space permitting and if you remember) Get
grandma to make rice with black eyed peas Add some vegetables,
bread, salad and wine and wa-la dinner is served!!! My oldest and
only turkey for dinner My youngest ate only the vegetables…. My
nephew only the rice and bread ….. Sigh! Their combined effort
made a pretty balanced meal!


Going Green…sort of

Well, lately I’ve been trying to be more earth friendly and
less chemically ridden. So I bought the cloth grocery bags [which
we always leave at home], a diva menstrual cup[which is wonderful],
and I’ve started buying some organic foods and juices. I still
can’t bring myself to spend the top dollar on organic fruits, veg
and meat but I am trying to buy the kids less chemically filled
processed food. Recently, I heard of the Feingold diet and how it
is believed that many food additives and colorings can contribute
to behavioral and health problems. So slowly we
are eliminating most of the obvious dyes like red 40 and
yellow5 and trying a more natural less processed diet. Hopefully,
this will help my oldest with his behavioral problems. He is the
sweetest boy but once a tantrum hits he cannot control himself. SO
we shall see. Either way a healthier diet is better for us in the
long run anyways. I also have switching to cleaning most things
with either bleach water or vinegar water [never mix bleach and
vinegar]. This was spurned mostly by my oldest spraying my youngest
in the face with pet-stain-remover about a yr ago. Wish me luck!
I’m a tight wad, penny pincher, cheap skate trying to go green a
bit at a time.

Oh Shit

When I get scared I sometimes say “oh that scared the shit
out of me” Go back 3 days… my oldest is in the tub. My youngest
is dressed in clean pjs. The youngest goes to climb
intro the tub. i bark a “NO” loudly at him. my oldest
says “Ah, you scared the shit out of me!” oops! Parenting Class

Night Weaning

Oh boy, I’m through! Through! through! through! well at
least I’m trying to be. For the passed 2 weeks or so my youngest,
aged 23 months, [who still nurses] has either not wanted to nurse
to sleep [still wants boobie just doesn’t fall asleep at bedtime
like usual] or wakes up several times a night, nurses but doesn’t
go back to sleep, like he used to. So I’m instituting our night
weaning. I don’t care if he nurses during the day or even at
bedtime, but we are stopping the midnight/early morning [read 3am]
nursings. 2 nights ago he woke up 2 times, once at 11pm and the
next time at 3:30am. I put my glasses on, grabbed my life-jacket
[aka: iphone], sat inthe rocking chair by his bed and held his hand
if he needed me. If he sat up, I’d peer over my glasses and bark
“lay down” at him. He’d whine “no” but he’d lay down. Eventually,
after2 reading facebook, and the news or watching movies on
my iphone with subtitles a Last night he slept until 6:30am. Around
7am I gave in and gave him boobie because well he was up for the
day and wasn’t going back to sleep.

Placement needed

I did not write this:

For all the pet lovers out there (priceless)

MUST RE-HOME due to new addition to family. After two long years of being on a waiting list for a special Standard Poodle dog, we have been notified by the breeder that, at long last, our number has come up and WE ARE HAVING A PUPPY!!!

We must get rid of our children IMMEDIATELY because we just know how time consuming our new little puppy is going to be and it just wouldn’t be fair to the children. Since our little puppy will be arriving on Monday we MUST place the children this weekend!

They are described as:

One male – His name is Tommy, Caucasian (English/Irish mix), light blonde hair, blue eyes. Four years old. Excellent disposition! He doesn’t bite, is temperament tested, does have problems with peeing directly in the toilet. Has had Chicken Pox and is current on all shots. Tonsils have already been removed. Tommy eats everything, is very clean, house trained & gets along well with others. Does not run with scissors and with a little training he should be able to read soon.

One female – Her name is Lexie, Caucasian (English/Irish mix), strawberry blonde hair, green eyes quite freckled. Two years old. She can be surly at times, is a non-biter, thumb sucker. Has been temperament tested but needs a little attitude adjusting occasionally. She is current on all shots, tonsils out, and is very healthy & can be affectionate. Gets along well with other little girls & little boys but does not like to share her toys and therefore would do best in a one child household. She is a very quick learner and is currently working on her house training – shouldn’t take long at all.

We really do LOVE our children so much and want to do what’s right for them; that is why we contacted a rescue group. But we simply can no longer keep them. Also, we are afraid that they may hurt our new puppy.

I hope you understand that ours is a UNIQUE situation and we have a real emergency here!!! They MUST be placed in rescue by Sunday night at the latest or we will be forced to drop them off at the orphanage or along some dark, country road. Our priority now has to be our new puppy.

Live in such a way that those who know you but don’t know God,
will come to know God because they know you…


The above link is a blog I just got through browsing. It is written by a mom to her infant daughter with downs syndrome.
I was in tears as I read her birth story entries.

My entry is untitled because no title would suffice.
I’m so thankful that my boys are healthy with no obvious defect.
Yet, even if they would give been born different I know that I still would be thankful for them.
Life takes us down odd roads and twisted path but it’s always the path that we need either to clarify the past, make the present known or to prepare us for the future.

I love my family and life…. Mistakes and all

Pineapple chicken

Yesterday, I made a delicious bit of chicken. I altered a recipe off of

Basically I took boneless, skinless chicken cutlets and sliced them into thin strips.
Added soy sauce to them.

In a pan I sautéed some garlic and onion in a small bit of coconut oil.

Then added the chicken to brown it on one side.

I then flipped the chicken after it browner on one side.
After flipping I added pineapple chunks and some pineapple juice and a bit more soy sauce.
Simmered until chicken was done!
Yum yum yum!!!

The whiner

Currently, I am sitting in my almost 4 yr old’s room, on the cold tile floor waiting and waiting for him to fall asleep. He is NOT! He is Whining!!!
This wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t occur almost every night and if I hadn’t just left his almost 2 yr old brother’s room… Aka: the boob-inator.
So every night I rock and nurse my youngest, and my husband either reads to or let’s my oldest watch a few short cartoons at bedtime in his room. Then after the boob-annihilator falls into a deep enough sleep to allow my stealthy escape from his greedy, grubby grasp I go into the screeching pits of hell to kiss my darling demon child good night and wait out his weaselly whines. So, between the 2 boys, 1-2 hrs of my evening are spent on the ferris wheel of boob and whines, boob and whines… Hell that sounds like my days as well.
The one saving grace to this nightmare is my iPhone. I can read, blog and social network to my heart’s content, until I’m bored to tears or the kids finally fall into that blissful oblivion called sleep…. Whichever comes first.

Actually, it’s not as bad as it sounds. The reason I go through this every night is because I love my children. I don’t believe in the Cry-it-out method… Well I don’t let them CIO alone. I’m in the room miserable with them. I’ll nurse, hug, kiss, hold, and rock them if necessary but when all else fails I’ll stay with them until sleep comes because I am their mom…. And no one likes to be alone. (oh and sometimes I lose it and yell a lot… As if yelling will make him go to sleep any sooner… Yes I can be that freaking stupid)

Ps: he is still whining! Gotta give him points for persistence. Which reminds me… I need to pick up my refill on my Zoloft!!!!!!

Extended nursing

As I approached the due date of my firstborn I came across many books and articles about breastfeeding. I grew up in a bottle feeding family. I never knew my mom attempted to breastfeed my older brother or that my step-mom breastfed my Sister and brother for a few weeks after their birth. I only ever noticed some one breastfeeding in public twice and each time i thought it was inappropriate. One lady had the gall to nurse in the barnes and noble book store kids section and the other lady dared to nurse a walking, talking child on the middle of a shopping mall on a bench!
How strange! How weird! How yuck! Go to a private place like the bathroom!

Ha ha! If I knew then what I know now!
If only I’d known then what I know now.
After doing the reading on breastfeeding I decided I would give it a go. I read that many people give up too soon and that giving bottles will lead to early weaning. I thought hey I’ll nurse until 6 months and then we will see.
In the final 2 months of my pregnancy me and my husband ran into some old friends of his from college. The wife was nursing her almost year old. Being out with her was eye opening.

My oldest was born early in 2007. He was induced 2 weeks because I was developing toxemia/preeclampsia and had high blood pressure.
This child was born hungry! All he wanted to do was nurse, nurse, nurse. Sadly, they kept him away from me for at least 5 hrs after birth because I was on magnesium sulfate for my blood pressure and I wasn’t allowed to be alone in the room with him. (magnesium sulfate acts as a muscle relaxer)
So when I finally got my son for an extended period of time he was “””starving””” or at least acting that way. We nursed and nursed and he cried and cried. We were pushed into supplementing with 10-30 cc/ml of formula after each nursing session.
Finally I slept, my bp went down a bit and he ate and pooped enough that we were allowed to go home. I supplemented until my milk came in on day 6-7.
My oldest only nursed until around 8 months because I fed him too much solid food. He ended up getting formula.

With my second born I was better prepared! I knew mire about breastfeeding. La leche league and were great sources of information.
So my second son is still nursing at 23 months and shows no signs of weaning completely. He eats regular foods and drinks milk and juice but loves his “boobie.”
He still nurses to sleep and wakes at lest once a night to nurse. I never thought I’d be nursing a 2 yr old.
He just got older and bigger one day at a time.
I won’t lie breastfeeding is not easy at first. It can be painful and hard to get used to. It can be embarrassing to nurse in the middle of the mall food court. It can be awkward when grandparents ask if “he is still on the tit?”
I am tired of nursing but I will not force wean him.

Oh yum

Oh yum!!
Yesterday, I made some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies! Yum yum!
It was a box of sun maid oatmeal raisin cookies. The raisins were separate from the cookie mix so I did not include then. I altered the box recipe by skipping the raisins but adding mini chocolate chips. I added more vanilla, baking powder, 2 instead of 1 egg and extra quick cook oatmeal..

Oh wow these are wonderful!!!!


I did not write this. A friend posted it on Facebook. I don’t know who wrote this.


When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.– At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.