Michelle Obama dazzles in sequins at Governors Dinner
This dress is magnificent! I want her whole wardrobe, seriously (does it come with her arms?)!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
10 Things Never to Say to a Working Mom
10 Things Never to Say to a Working Mom
I've heard numbers 5 and 10. There's another article that is on the flip side of this for at-home moms. Why are we always pitted against each other? I respect a mother who doesn't work outside the home and hope she respects me. It's about meeting your family's needs, doing what you have to do to care for your family, and while I miss Ava terribly while I'm gone, I'm not emotionally distressed over it because I know I'm away for good and worthy reasons. I'm not away because I want to go to the bars, go hang out with my girlfriends over being a mother, etc. I'm doing it to help care for her. Bill and I even take it a step further to ensure 90% of the time one of us is with her, that's why we work opposite shifts. She's watched by a woman from church two days a week for 2.5 hours each day. I am however, a mother first, and everything else is second. My job will always come second. My friends will always come (a distant) second. My social life (what's that?) will come second, and so on...
I've heard numbers 5 and 10. There's another article that is on the flip side of this for at-home moms. Why are we always pitted against each other? I respect a mother who doesn't work outside the home and hope she respects me. It's about meeting your family's needs, doing what you have to do to care for your family, and while I miss Ava terribly while I'm gone, I'm not emotionally distressed over it because I know I'm away for good and worthy reasons. I'm not away because I want to go to the bars, go hang out with my girlfriends over being a mother, etc. I'm doing it to help care for her. Bill and I even take it a step further to ensure 90% of the time one of us is with her, that's why we work opposite shifts. She's watched by a woman from church two days a week for 2.5 hours each day. I am however, a mother first, and everything else is second. My job will always come second. My friends will always come (a distant) second. My social life (what's that?) will come second, and so on...
Friday, February 24, 2012
Deleted by your friends? That’s life on Facebook now
Deleted by your friends? That’s life on Facebook now
What I personally like about FB is how highly customizable it is. For example, there are certain people who I have unsuscribed from which keeps their photos, updates, etc. out of my news feed. I've also created a customized setting where only certain people see my updates and photos.
What I personally like about FB is how highly customizable it is. For example, there are certain people who I have unsuscribed from which keeps their photos, updates, etc. out of my news feed. I've also created a customized setting where only certain people see my updates and photos.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Police buy cemetery plots to block Josh Powell from being buried next to his boys
Police buy cemetery plots to block Josh Powell from being buried next to his boys
Like many, I've followed this story close since Susan Powell's disappearance. The ending was more sadistic, more evil than any of us could have ever thought possible. The question I keep returning to is "why?" WHY! But because a normal, healthy mind most times cannot process the actions of a sick mind, I do the same thing as when I hear of horrific treatment towards animals. Ava gets one more kiss (is that even possible) before bed. The dogs get an extra treat. Bill gets hugged a little tighter. The fixer in me has to be put to sleep, and instead I have to just focus on what I have control over. Me, and how I treat my beloved family. I am so touched to hear that Pierce County officers purchased plots next to the Powell boys' so their murderer cannot rest near them. 1*
Like many, I've followed this story close since Susan Powell's disappearance. The ending was more sadistic, more evil than any of us could have ever thought possible. The question I keep returning to is "why?" WHY! But because a normal, healthy mind most times cannot process the actions of a sick mind, I do the same thing as when I hear of horrific treatment towards animals. Ava gets one more kiss (is that even possible) before bed. The dogs get an extra treat. Bill gets hugged a little tighter. The fixer in me has to be put to sleep, and instead I have to just focus on what I have control over. Me, and how I treat my beloved family. I am so touched to hear that Pierce County officers purchased plots next to the Powell boys' so their murderer cannot rest near them. 1*
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Dad punishes Facebook post with 8 bullets to daughter’s laptop
Dad punishes Facebook post with 8 bullets to daughter’s laptop
I don't know if I'd use some of the exact verbiage he did, but the same message would apply. If I had my rathers, my kids wouldn't be on social networking sites until they're old enough to vote. There's no reason for them to be! But they'd certainly seal their own fate if they posted a message about Bill and I like this. Twice, no less.
I don't know if I'd use some of the exact verbiage he did, but the same message would apply. If I had my rathers, my kids wouldn't be on social networking sites until they're old enough to vote. There's no reason for them to be! But they'd certainly seal their own fate if they posted a message about Bill and I like this. Twice, no less.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Articles
My objective with the articles I post isn't just to post them for posting sake, but to comment on them and how I feel they relate to my life. Thing is I don't seem to have the time to do that until the weekends. Busy! Busy!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Foosebook
I'm addicted to Facebook (a.k.a. Foosebook). I am, and admitting that is the first step in recovery. I have a love/hate relationship with the Book of Face, as I've heard some friends call it. Smart phones, specifically my iPhone, have fueled my relationship with the site. Subsequently I also have a love/hate relationship with it, too. There are days I am tempted to go off the grid, but we'll save that for another post. Thanks to the society of instant gratification that we live in, I was probably checking FB 6-10 times a day. WHY? Because I could. Because it was there. One tap of my fingertip to the smooth face of my smart phone and there I was again, peering into the lives of whoever posted what they wanted people to read. My visits were never long, but they were most definitely frequent. If that were all there was to it, I guess it would be fine. Except things are rarely that simple. When you tap an app on your phone 6-10 times a day it begins cutting into your time at work, the attention you pay your family and pets, you become less of a considerate driver. The site was getting time that I didn't even have to give.
As most people do in the new year, I made a resolution. I will check FB one time a day M-Sa, not at all on Su. I've done well with not at all on Sunday, but ironically I struggle with the once daily M-Sa. Again, things rarely being simple, this resolution ties in with my recovering spirituality. To be blunt, the Spirit has prompted me to rid my life of the superfluous. The unnecessary things that have made their way into my everyday life were distracting from, ARE distracting from, my potential as a human being on this earth. And what potential am I speaking of? Family. Relationships. I wish to give those who mean the most to me, the most of me. And how can I do that when what's competing for my time is social networking sites, rag magazines, gossip sites, etc.? So I will make Facebook what I want it to be. A medium to keep family and close friends updated with pictures and information relative to our family. I will use it to keep up with them. I will check it once M-Sa and not at all on Su.
So why blog, some may ask. Well, I'm no Hemingway, but I am a writer. I've written my name on my mother's walls, I've written my own books so I could read them to myself as a child, and today I write as a part of my job. I have to write. I don't know how else to release what's in my head. Some sing, some dance, some take photographs or paint. I write. For years I wrote in journals, and have several finished ones lying around, but despite buying a pretty journal this last time, a pretty book mark, special pens, I have been horrible about writing in it. Losing my writing mojo couldn't have happened at a worst time, either. I have this amazing 2-year-old angel that a few quips in a FB status update just can't cover. For example, for Christmas Ava got some stickers. For anyone who knows where a 2-year-old is developmentally, you know they're into identifying body parts (E.g. bum-bum, eyes, nose, hair, etc.) and so it was no surprise when she put a sticker on Jovi's nub (a.k.a. tail) and says "bum-bum!" Chuckling, I said "yes Ava, you put a sticker on Jovi's bum-bum. Can you put a sticker on Reese's bum-bum, too?" OK people keep in mind that while I know she knows what a bum-bum is, since she had just identified Jovi's bum-bum as his tail I naively assumed she'd do the same with Reese. Wrong! That girl dropped to her knees with a sticker behind Reese and placed it squarely on her rectum. What's worse - it stuck! "Bum-bum!" Yes Ava, bum-bum indeed. Insert heavy sigh, half-grin and eye roll here.
To that end, no pun intended (sorta), it is here that I will be recording everything from my thoughts to the day's events to whatever life rolls out before us. I will not filter myself on here like I do Foosebook. Consider yourself warned. As I find time I plan to redesign the layout, update pictures and more. Stay tuned!
As most people do in the new year, I made a resolution. I will check FB one time a day M-Sa, not at all on Su. I've done well with not at all on Sunday, but ironically I struggle with the once daily M-Sa. Again, things rarely being simple, this resolution ties in with my recovering spirituality. To be blunt, the Spirit has prompted me to rid my life of the superfluous. The unnecessary things that have made their way into my everyday life were distracting from, ARE distracting from, my potential as a human being on this earth. And what potential am I speaking of? Family. Relationships. I wish to give those who mean the most to me, the most of me. And how can I do that when what's competing for my time is social networking sites, rag magazines, gossip sites, etc.? So I will make Facebook what I want it to be. A medium to keep family and close friends updated with pictures and information relative to our family. I will use it to keep up with them. I will check it once M-Sa and not at all on Su.
So why blog, some may ask. Well, I'm no Hemingway, but I am a writer. I've written my name on my mother's walls, I've written my own books so I could read them to myself as a child, and today I write as a part of my job. I have to write. I don't know how else to release what's in my head. Some sing, some dance, some take photographs or paint. I write. For years I wrote in journals, and have several finished ones lying around, but despite buying a pretty journal this last time, a pretty book mark, special pens, I have been horrible about writing in it. Losing my writing mojo couldn't have happened at a worst time, either. I have this amazing 2-year-old angel that a few quips in a FB status update just can't cover. For example, for Christmas Ava got some stickers. For anyone who knows where a 2-year-old is developmentally, you know they're into identifying body parts (E.g. bum-bum, eyes, nose, hair, etc.) and so it was no surprise when she put a sticker on Jovi's nub (a.k.a. tail) and says "bum-bum!" Chuckling, I said "yes Ava, you put a sticker on Jovi's bum-bum. Can you put a sticker on Reese's bum-bum, too?" OK people keep in mind that while I know she knows what a bum-bum is, since she had just identified Jovi's bum-bum as his tail I naively assumed she'd do the same with Reese. Wrong! That girl dropped to her knees with a sticker behind Reese and placed it squarely on her rectum. What's worse - it stuck! "Bum-bum!" Yes Ava, bum-bum indeed. Insert heavy sigh, half-grin and eye roll here.
To that end, no pun intended (sorta), it is here that I will be recording everything from my thoughts to the day's events to whatever life rolls out before us. I will not filter myself on here like I do Foosebook. Consider yourself warned. As I find time I plan to redesign the layout, update pictures and more. Stay tuned!
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