Hummus Crisps by Kashi Review

I have to admit that when I receive those packages in the mail wrapped with Bee tape, my heart gets really excited. I absolutely love being a bzzagent. Why? Because I get the chance to try things for free. Like the Hummus Crisps by Kashi (sea salt and olive oil)

I was anxiously awaiting for these babies to arrive! I had seen the packages and the various different flavors and not ever having heard anything about them. I was excited to try.

I’m a chip girl … I love chips. All types all kinds, all varieties. But these ones were going to be awesome. Not only because they are chips, and I am a chip-o-holic. But these were healthier for you! So I would be able to feel less guilt for over indulging.

The four remaining people in my family stood hovering over me as I read the “Woohoo its hear card” Thee wasn’t going to be any savor the moment time. It was simply time to rip right into them.

The five of us grabbed a crisps and stuck it in our mouth at the same exact time. Two of us took it right back out.  So the crisps are an enjoyable treat for only three in our family. But three out of five is pretty good! More than half!

The problem was not the flavor. If it’s one thing I can hand to Kashi is their undeniable ability to serve up a great taste. So much so, that in spite the fact the first round of trying didn’t go well. We went out and grabbed the “Caramelized onion” Type too and gave those a shot! Again great flavor.

It was the texture that my 6 year old Avery and I had a problem with. They resemble the texture of a pork rind and rice cake mixed together. Or if that grosses you out, more like slightly crispier than normal waffle cone. As a chip girl, I live for the crunch!

But the remaining three “Nick, Britt and Erin” Have made these crisps a normal treat demanded within their packed lunches. THEY LOVE THEM!

I love that they love them too … Because now instead of worrying what all those Cheetos and lays chips might be doing to their hearts, I know that these ones are good for them. Or better for them.

I personally wouldn’t choose these for texture alone, but I am proud to serve them to my family! They are definitely worth a try!

 

If you try them! Let me know whatcha think!

As always … thanks for stopping by. And I hope you have a great day xxDee

Scared Shitless! I could hear the crack of fear in my own voice as I yelled...I have a fucking gun!

Ever wonder if in the event of a burglary an actual in the process burglary whether or not you would feel safe, invincible, like a vigilante on a mission to stop a crime? Ready to get down in the face of danger and save the day or even if you would be in your right mind when at that moment you hold in your hand a gun? Let me assure you right here and now ….

You don’t!

In fact I believe that it possesses a potential to strike more fear into the heart of the holder. Not only are you scared for your life because you have no idea what the person inside your home stealing your things is capable of. But the thought of “What if I am left with no choice but to use this?” Is enough to give any person the jitters.

Suddenly … all those episodes of CSI come flooding my mind. All those remarks of “Yeah He shot that man on his property sure, but he didn’t know if the burglar would have harmed him. The fact he went out to investigate with a gun makes it murder with intent.”

The moment yesterday held for me, as I stood in a broken into garage glancing into an open door that leads into a house holding my handgun, I realized just how ridiculous those remarks had been. Truth is, I do not ever believe it is murder with intent now. When you are frightened, confused, and upset … there is no intent. It is full on instinct to stay alive. To protect yourself, and what is yours. (When I say what is yours, I mean pets or people that may be still inside… not possessions.)

So the man who is being tried for murder for shooting the “would be burglar” in his yard after having been hit in the head with a brick … charges should be dropped. As someone who has witnessed firsthand at the emotions involved, the thoughts and tension … That man did not murder that man, He protected himself. There are no pre-determined intentions of murder. Not in situations like that. I do not think any lawyer or judge who has not been in that predicament is capable of grasping onto the reality of it. There for are not truly fit to judge the situation.

Yesterday while standing in my backyard playing with my dog I see Parker. “Little Yorkie” Thinking it’s just another of his getting loose moments. I scoop him up and head on over to hand him over. To my surprise when my name was yelled I was faced with a much more difficult situation. Next door had been broken into.

I will not give all personal details … because they are not mine to give. I can however tell you what I have learned.

First: Holding a gun in your hand at a time like this holds its benefits along with its chaos. Yes, you will be able to defend yourself if case causes for it. But it also ignites a deeper fear. Making your actions unpredictable. Regrettable. Maybe even unforgettable. But even so, still warranted!

Second: You hear about burglaries all the time … even when they are nine houses down the road you feel distant from them. Like it can’t happen to you. You are able to put it out of your mind and move on without another thought on it. No one pays much attention to it until it hits close to home or you personally. It’s clicked. IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!

Watching someone I care about go through this … it’s heartbreaking.

You are forced to realize that even if you live in a small neighborhood where everyone knows everyone. Bad shit can still happen. The importance of watching out for others plays stronger. Especially when this happened in between 12:19 and 3:00 in the afternoon. BROAD DAYLIGHT and no one saw a thing. No one heard a thing. I live right next door and I didn’t hear or see. The road we live on is lit up from beginning to end with construction workers laying sewer lines. And nada!

I cannot stress enough the importance of home security systems. My home is laced in every room. CPI security keeps a close track on it. TRUST ME, I have set off the smoke alarm cooking on numerous occasions. They are quick to respond. Normal monthly cost to be monitored for me is $42.00 a month. That is well worth it, if you think of the possible outcomes without it.  

Third: There truly is no place completely safe. You might think you live in a safe place, free of crime. “Oh, that won’t happen here!” You might hear. But it will. Because there are bad people in this world. Any country, any state, any county, city ETC. You can’t stop bad people doing bad things. BAD THINGS DO HAPPEN. It is better to stay safe and look ridiculous, than have a false sense of security and wind up getting your picture taken by crime scene investigators.

 

Please stay safe out there you guys! xxDee

 

Letting My inner nerd shine ... You could be standing on the moon today!

Peaceful … That is my word for today! Mainly because as I sit here at my lap top, coffee next to me and music in the background. It is exactly the word that fits how I feel. I love days when I can wake up with thoughts of “This day will be better!” “I will not wake to fight.” Because today will be different. My children are safe … and the past is the past.

Things are about to get personal!

It’s funny … For the biggest portion of my life I could, would blame my past for who I am. For why I do the things I do. ETC. Recently I have realized that (I was playing the victim) I was using my past and the things that formed it as excuses. I was pussing out of taking responsibility for my own actions. I realized just how much I was truly hurting myself by doing this. How much holding onto anger and tears and regret can really affect who you are. It was only recently after talking with a friend that it clicked. Holding onto the past only gives it that much more power. You can only heal and move on once you truly let go. Until you learn to let go and face what is ahead without turning back into the past to grab onto a shred of reasoning for why what happening now is happening you’ll never overcome it!

That lesson helped a lot in recent things in my life. I could have woke up thinking… “Damn that griffin.” I could have focused on the audacity, could have allowed myself to be overcome by irritation. But instead I focused on today. Today … is a good day!

So pretty much I am in a peaceful state. Which by the way … I just want to say “Pandora! Pandora is the shit!”

I put in one artist and it instantly and strangely connected to my soul musically speaking. Not one song I haven’t like has played! Just thought I would let you guys out there know that! In case you are ever in a music bind.

ALSO ….

Would like to tell you guys about something cool I watched and then googled! Did you guys know that you do not need a space shuttle to come into contact with the moon? You may have a small little piece laying undisturbed under your bed, couch or tables (if you are like me and rarely clean under those places) *blush* you could have a piece stuck in the cracks of your sneakers! HOW COOL IS THAT? Seriously “You can check out the original source here – He explains it better than I ever could.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bbgz4yY-xX0 But pieces of space MANY, MANY pieces of space fall to earth every year. Most from asteroids ETC. but some from the moon as well. There are partials from space layering where we walk every day! And you very well could be tracking in your very own piece of the moon! I simply think that is just awesome. But watch the video. He explains it in detail. As well as so many more interesting things.

(So that little tid bit explains the photo)

I am seriously infatuated with the moon. It is by far one of the most beautiful things I have seen. I am amazed by it. (I took this picture last night around 7pm standing in my front driveway) (The little guy next to the moon gave me a fright to remember so I decided to give my friend a little photo shoot) From the safety behind my window screen.

According to google this creepy new friend of mine is called a writing spider. (I know this thanks to my sister Lonna pointing it out) Their bite is harmless to humans … So that is good to know. They may bite if picked up but rarely attack large animals. Lonna points out my recent attempt at a pumpkin patch would explain why it chose my house for a home. These little things tear down and rebuild their web daily and are larger than their males. They really are interesting. Spiders make me fear for my life. However this little guy/gal is benefiting me by eating all those pesky little mosquitos, nats ETC. So we can be friends as long as it stays outside!  It really is quite beautiful.

Either way … this is just a rant about my day. A few lessons learned. Cool moon facts and a friend who doesn’t get the reconization they really deserve, unless they are realized by a frantic screamer holding a shoe.

To anyone who stopped by … thanks for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day! xxDee

Sticking to your guns

Stick to your guns! That is a lesson I have been learning the meaning of for the past two weeks. I am sure if there were ever a quiz on it … I would ace it … No doubt! I’ve never been one for confrontation, I have never gone out of my way to deliberately start something (sisters while still growing up doesn’t count) I have never been malicious or vindictive. It simply is not in my nature. I am too sensitive for that. But sometimes, there are some situations that cause someone even like me to emerge from their door mat like status and stand up. To push back the tears that threaten to pour from having to deal with a harsh situation and hold your chin up a little higher and say … NO! Or Reconsider … or whatever word fits into your own personal situation.

For the past seven years the bus has stopped at my driveway to pick up my children … I admit that I had been spoiled to that. And while it wasn’t my idea of a great change when they changed the bus stop to a few houses down the way. I understood.

However … when a school fails to contact the owner of said driveway. It poses a problem. Especially when owner of said driveway does not want strangers trespassing. They don’t feel comfortable with people in their yard with their children.              ETC. That poses a problem.

When you call the director of transportation assigned to your schools district to explain the circumstance. And they come back with “It is a state maintained road, the state owns a part of their driveway so you will stand on that.” Okay, so legally I am no longer trespassing. But what happens when the lines of the barrier between state owned and privately owned are blurred? There are no visible lines, nothing that helps shield from attacks of consistent reporting of trespassing when you can’t prove otherwise because you do not know where in fact you are overstepping boundaries.

A hassle! An easily avoidable hassle.

But when the only contact you have is that of a Mr. Griffin who has proven to be of low character. You are simply at a loss. When you complain of the situation and practically beg him to rethink, reconsider a separate place. And he simply says “I do not know you, I do not care and frankly I don’t like you, so if you hassle me about this again, I will put them all at the corner”

The corner he talks about is barely after you turn on a blind corner. His job is to map a route and keep children safe while doing so. This by far shows that he is completely failing at his job. To put a bus stop where a bus would be stopped (its back end in the middle of that turn) You not only put children on that bus in danger but the driver as well. I realize that my road says that 15 MILES PER HOUR IS THE LIMIT, but any person who knows the statistics of people who actually follow speed limits KNOWS that they don’t. A car speeding around that corner would barely have time to tap the break much less come to a full halt before crashing into the back end. When convenience takes precedence over child safety because you have a problem with a mother who expresses her concern … well then, you should be looked at further for weather or not you are able to actually do your job.

What are you supposed to do? When the only contact you have is a man who doesn’t give a care about you, or your children … he is just there to get paid. Someone who if you do anything other than let him bend over so you can pucker up deliberately says he can and will make things more difficult if you continue to confront the situation? What do you do? When there are laws that protect your freedom, and loop holes for which they have to invade it? I tell you what you do! You call someone who cares! That is one thing I learned … there are people who are sad and angry, unwilling to help, and then … there are people who care. Mr. Honeycutt proved that today. That NOT EVERYONE is only there to get paid. Some people DO in fact care.

Sticking to your guns will eventually lead you to someone who is in the proper place to help you. Not only in the proper place to help you … but willing. Someone who cares. I honestly do not think that Harnett county schools could do it without him and Mr. Frye.

Even if the situation doesn’t end up in a way you like … even if it stays exactly the same. At least you tried. At least you didn’t give up, and let people like Griffin sit back and smile and take pleasure in your pain. You gave them a little bit of hell. People like that don’t know what to do with people who stand up for themselves. They use power they have. But don’t let that stop you. Because no matter what power they have … there is always someone over them!

Hell … the president doesn’t even have all the power, and that’s the fucking president! Whatever your situation is … fight it! No one ever got what they needed sitting on the side lines and allowing people to make their decisions, their lives up for them.

 

Bottom line ... fight for what you believe in! Because no one else will!

thanks for stopping by

xxDee

 

What would you do? (A pissed off mom rant)

What would you do? Take a look at those two little cuties pictured here … would you put their safety at risk to save your pride?

Picture this …

You are a new bus driver, you are just learning your route. Today is your first day on the job. You see a mom with her two little cuties, they start walking up to get on the bus you put up a finger and pass on by!

“Okay, you’re getting settled, feeling your surroundings. No problem!”

You come back … you pull to the side, put on your flashy lights that signal the kids to walk on over to get on. AT THE SAME STOP (You would have stopped- Had you stopped on the way in.) The same exact place!

Only, now … those children are walking through mud (that the workers- MALE WORKERS) have been digging up to place sewer lines. There are giant holes that they could easily fall into!

The mom speaks up, because … to be frankly honest. It’s safer for those babies to get onto that bus on the way in (where it pulls up to the driveway) safe from the glares of known perverted men (men who are still working on that street which have been in the news circulating of trying to rape a young girl down the trail, a trail on the same side you would have them cross to.) Safe from the heavy machinery (who have a history of not paying attention, more than a few cars have been almost hit by them) and safe from the newly dug holes (going who knows how deep) laying unsanitary lines for sewer. SAFE is the bottom line here.

Being told all that … knowing and hearing all that! What do you do? You say, “Well, I’ll pull closer to your side!” Give a snooty look and pull off.

Hmmmmmm……………………………………………………..

Pride, and strait up bitchy that was. And you can bet your sweet ass I am not a mom who will sit back and take it!

To the school I go! (Phone first) and if that doesn’t change it … to the board. They do not know the lengths a mother will go to protect her children. And she really doesn’t want to find out the hard way with this mother. I of all people should not be her first mom. I do not think her pride will survive it! I will have my way!

There is absolutely no logical reasoning what so ever … that you should deny the request. Same stop, same place, same amount of time! Only difference is they will be safe! In my own opinion she should pull up her knackered in a knot big girl panties, swallow her pride (for the few seconds each morning it takes for them to climb aboard) Or deal with an over bearing, never keeps her mouth shut, will do ANYTHING and everything it takes to make sure those kids are safe mom. Pride or hell? Pride or hell? I will not make it easy.

What would you do? How would you handle this? Am I too overprotective? Or should this lady seriously be reevaluated as being of sound mind to work close to children, much less be in charge of their safety on the road!

Sincerely

A more than pissed off parent!

Randomly me

Sometimes I go … “Damn it Dee, You are the worst person at remembering!” It’s the truth, I get so caught up in life and things going on around me that I forget about the other things I have started or said I would do. I am always being told how I start things but never finish it. It’s true, that statement holds more truth than Maury’s baby daddy results.

I blame 50% of that on my manic side of being bi polar, and the other 50% strait up on being lazy.

Things around here have been crazy. Between hurting my wrist (it turned out to be a ganglion cyst) which the doctor braced me and gave me a lecture on how to let it rest. Being the somewhat good listener I am, I for the most part did that! (It’s hard to let it rest when you got things to do and it just so happens that the wrist braced is your good hand!)

Been through a lot …

Survived a sleep over with 10 girls, ages ranging from six to thirteen. (Hence the photo) It was fun! Dancing, junk food, ghost stories, roasting marshmallows etc. Your typical sleep over. Not to mention I was super proud of myself that everyone was down by 2 am instead of five am like last time. And only a few kids had their hair dyed blue! (Washable of course)

Another boudoir shoot with a lovely girl Amanda. I have to say that a few of her face close ups … I am stunned by just how beautiful this girl is! I very much so enjoy editing her photos.

You know … it is a little funny how photos become a lot like your kids. You nurture them till they are ready and when it’s time to hand them over to the world (or) in this case to Amanda. I feel a little sad!

School starts in less than 16 days and I couldn’t be more excited! That being said I long for the days to slow down. I really am not looking forward to getting up early nor being alone during the day. Crossing my fingers that someone around here that is walkable, or bike able will hire me!

It is the beginning (middle) of August and all I can think about is Halloween! It’s my favorite holiday ever, with exception of thanksgiving (pie!!) I can’t wait to see what all the little kids decide to be. Nor to strike fear in the hearts of each and every one of them!

I’ve been growing a pumpkin plant, and I tell you … anyone who knows me knows just how nerdy I have been about the whole thing. I can’t help it. I feel like I did something. Sure it’s only a pumpkin plant, but it’s my freaking pumpkin plant and I grew it from seed! Cannot wait until it sprouts the first pumpkin. You guys no doubt will hear all about it!

Have been going through a clutter my life free stage. (Emotion wise) mind you I am sure Nicholas would prefer it was the cabinets and drawers. I just realized how much negative energy I was allowing into my life. How much (Pointless) negative energy. So I decided to clean house (mentally speaking)

Needless to say, August has started off with a busy streak and shows no sign of stopping.

Now I am off to decide what I am going to be for Halloween – Maybe a fairy! What are you guys thinking of going as?

Hope anyone out there who reads this, who took the time to know me through whatever I share here has a wonderful day. Smile a ton, laugh a lot more and do something silly! xxDee

Crazy Cat Lady

Meet Rumor! (Pictured here)

 Rumor is about five or six months of age. (I’m Guessing) She is a loveable, sociable, normal run of the mill cat. Her only difference is that she is a stray. I believe (due to the fact she is so sociable) that she once had a home, a loving home too. Your typical … we want a kitten, we got a kitten, Oh how cute, It’s getting older, More work involved, Not as cute as before, Okay we are done, this is old, lets drop her off somewhere situation.

When she found her way to me she was skin and bones. You could literally make out every rib. Her hips were protruding so badly that it made her look as though her sides were caved in. She resembled death. Or looked to be on the verge of it. Between the open sores oozing green pus and the lack of nutrients. If I didn’t help. She would die. I just unfortunately went through the death of a cat on my watch. (Some asshole thinks that it’s okay to shoot cats) I was not about to do it again!

I suckered her close with promises of a nice slice of cold turkey. Surprised at how quickly she came. The moment she took that bite, I think her decision was made. This (as in my porch) was home. I don’t mean to do this. (Collect) so many stray animals. But I can’t turn an animal in need away. I used to categorize myself as a dog lover! Turns out … I’m that crazy cat lady! Funny thing … I am allergic to them! It starts off as a mission to save them, they need food and water and once they are healthy they will be fine! But they choose to never leave.

Ya’know … I do not understand people! I do not see how they can be so careless with a life. Regardless of whether it’s an animal or a person. If you buy a kitten, dog, etc. or just inherit one … It is up to you to make sure it has what it needs to survive. To get the thing neutered so that it’s not continuing to over populate a world of already over many animals still searching for homes of their own! Seriously pisses me off when someone gets and animal then decides they didn’t want that sort of responsibility after all, so out into the world they go to fend for themselves! That’s bullshit!

Either way … that is my rant for today, along with an introductory to the newest member of the family. (At least until I can find it a home)

Hoping you are all having a wonderful day … got an animal? Show it some love! If you see an animal who needs a little help, lend a hand! xxDee

Okay! I admit it, I almost peed a little!

I stand corrected!

Do you guys remember me complaining a few posts back about not having any new, scare the pants off of you horror flicks lately? How I have been disappointed and let down? Well … I take that back!

I just recently watched “The evil dead -2013 version”

Seriously A Holy moly, I’m really freaked out, hide my head under the covers … plug my ears and scream out “Tell me when it’s over!” like moment! I watched this two weeks ago and I am still having nightmares! I can’t even have the commercials come on without me scrambling to find the remote to quick change it, because now just a tiny portion invokes a panic attack.

I feel like a total ninny. This movie hits home on quite a few of my fears.

First there is the natural fear that we all have … *the fear of the unknown* Stricken by the curiosity that follows. (Which is why I wanted to see the movie.) The fear of the unknown in this flick, is the unseen deities, the possibilities of another dimension existing and its ability to find loopholes to break through.

Then there is my extreme fear (I am afraid of looking at people who appear to be themselves but are not who now look back) this includes, zombies, possessed people, hypnotized people, dementia and Alzheimer's suffers, clowns and mask wearing people, mimes, etc.)

I think this fear stems from a childhood games my older sister would play on me. She would look at me with this blank face and say “I’m not your sister Diane!” “I ate your sister!” Then she would lunge at me immediately provoking fear. Clowns, mimes, mask wearers I believe has something to do with our natural ability to determine whether or not someone is a threat. And I quote a YouTube video I watched recently uploaded by Vsauce – called Why are things creepy *It is definitely worth a watch*Why are things creepy I’m a huge fan! But we as a species tend to gage the expressions on others to decide if they are ok or not. You can’t tell if a mask is covering a person’s face … or make up makes them always smile. For all we know the mask that’s smiling sweetly in our direction is hiding a serial killer scowl! And that creepy non stop smiling clown just might have arsenic in that spray flower.

My fear of people with dementia and Alzheimer’s is from the fear of being lost. It’s the realization of just how fragile we *our minds* truly are.  

Bottom line … I was wrong. I seriously thought, there is nothing new (grant you this is a remake) nothing worth watching. All the scary movies disappoint at the end.

But I finally found one that scared the Bajeezus out of me! Unfortunately scarred me for life, and I am pretty sure this is one that I will not be watching again. Not because it’s not worth it. But because I am a freaking wuss puss!

I recommend it to anyone looking for something a little creepy! And while I am recommending movies worth watching. “6 souls with Julianne Moore and Johnathon surprised me!” It’s another *looks like it might not be that great, holy wow it was type finds* Enjoy!

Anyone out there have any movie choices worth seeing? Even if they go along with “The evil dead” Im game! Let me know.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful day! xxDee

Salivating goodness! My new favorite dish

Ever go to a restaurant “Say: Olive Garden” And think … I really would like to try something new? Then look at the prices and think … Eh? For those prices, I am unsure if I want to order it. What if I hate it? I don’t want to pay fourteen bucks for something that might literally make me gag!

Rest assured. According to My server of the night (Christopher) if I didn’t like it … We could start over. They were not going to force me to finish eating something I simply didn’t like after telling him I didn’t want to pay those prices for crap. Because the last time I was here … I ordered their new “Peach chicken” and was … Well, let’s just say I was less than impressed. Not hungry enough to order my normal tour of Italy I was in the mood for something new. Very interested in their apricot chicken “New” on their list, but nervous that it would be just as bad as the peach.

I stand corrected!

Through a little persuasion from chis, and his *Stand by this one attitude* I gave in. Forked out the bucks and waited patiently through toasted ravioli, mozzarella sticks and salad to see if I had in fact made a mistake.

I knew that they would fix it, we would find something that I did in fact like. But I didn’t know if I really wanted to wait for a whole other meal to be created why my family sat there waiting.

It was absolutely amazing! I do not know if it was the mixture of asparagus and broccoli juices intertwining with the apricot and I believe the seasoning Thyme, but it was mouth wateringly good! I highly recommend it!

Moral of the story?

Sometimes, it’s actually a good thing to set forth in the world and try something new. Be it ballroom dancing or something as simple as the meal you order at one of your favorite restaurants!

Also … That Olive garden really is one of those places that go out of their way to make sure that you are happy with your visit. If you don’t like it! They will fix it! “For all those picky eater kin of mine out there”

Try it! It’s delicious. Honestly I have been day dreaming about eating this again ever since!
BUT I AM ALWAYS ON THE LOOK OUT ... for something more delicious. What are some of your guys favorites?

Thanks for reading you guys! Hoping you all are having a great weekend! xxDee

Murder Mayhem

Omg! I’m a murderer!

I was on location, doing a boudoir shoot with a lovely girl named Sharita. After I was done shooting her, she showed me to her garden. I have never been more envious than at that moment. As she proudly showed me tiny green tomatoes just beginning to bud. Sunflowers that would rise tall, lettuce, watermelon … and various others she had planted that were all doing lovely.  

You know how people get “The acting bug”? Well … There is very much something called “The gardening bug” to and I was just bitten. Hard!  

The whole drive home all I could think about was seeds. (I have never planted and grown anything) Minus the lima bean project in school – That died! Even though I had never journeyed down this path. I just knew that it was going to be awesome!

With visions of cooking supper and wanting a fresh salad and simply walking into my lush garden full of lettuce, tomato, peppers and everything else I wanted to add in growing more vividly in my head as the drive home progressed. I was hooked. I wanted to garden and I wanted to start now!

Sharita had already given me the basics. I just needed stuff now! I rushed to my nearest family dollar. Grabbed soil, seeds, pots and a water sprayer that ended up not even working. Went home and immediately went to planting.

To my surprise, amusement and joy … It didn’t take long to see growth. The tomatoes and peas were quick to show their lovely green leaves! The pumpkin showed thick luscious leaves about 8 days after planting it. I was in gardeners’ heaven! I had planted something, and it really grew! I don’t know if I thought that my seeds would be as obstinate as my children and simply choose to ignore their nature and stay underground. But I was beyond excited that it worked. For me!

Happily content I set onto one of my newfound addictions “Pinterest” This mind you, is where it all started to go downhill!

I was looking for tips. Gardening tips. I knew that eventually I would have to replant my little babies to a bigger place and needed some ideas on how to do it.

And there it was … staring me straight through the phone. Reuse and repurpose! And I had just the thing! (Old end tables – The kind that have lids that open so you can stuff things in!) They were just collecting dust in the garage. I B-lined it to the garage, grabbed a hammer and knocked the lids clear off. Okay, so it took a couple of whacks! Carried them outside … (Nick had told me they wouldn’t last more than a year because of rain and stuff *these were pressboard time* so I grabbed trash bags and lined the inside) *That, Was one of my biggest mistakes!) Filled them with soil and rehomed my babies. Go figured the sky would choose to open up nonstop this week!

At first … things were fine. The pea Plant thrived. It got so pretty with its filling out leaves (Pictured above) the tomato plants did too! Then … there was no break in the rain. It rained hard, thick and heavy. Sigh ……….. (Note) If you want to use something like end tables etc. Please do the one step I didn’t! Drill tiny holes in the bottom of the planter for the water to drain!

It was death by drowning.

When there was a break in the down pour, I rushed out … grabbed about six of the plants that were not quite dead and replaced them back into their original planters. (Another mistake) Taking plants that are used to the warmth into a house you keep rather cool, not such a good idea either!

I guess this blog can serve as a sad rant … I killed all my babies, to a, what not to do in gardening blog. Anyone out there have any success with gardening? I could really use some tried and true, fool proof ways.

Someday! I will have a lush garden that I can just waltz into when I want a salad!

 

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good J Thanks for reading xxDee

Damn! It was a dream.

Close your eyes. Imagine a dark, quiet, undisturbed night … People lying in their beds, sound asleep, peacefully resting. You see it? Well … That was not my house. At least not around 11:48. It looked more like this a crazy acid induced remake of arachnophobia with John Goodman.

A giant black spider … 

I had been lying on my stomach like normal, opened my eyes and as my vision came into focus, there it was! Crawling merrily from my nightstand up over the box of half eaten chocolate raisins next to the watered down tea. I sat strait up, slapped nick awake and pointed to the source of my fear!

When I think of spiders … The sweet adoring vision of charlotte’s web does not pop into mind. It’s more like the giant spiders of harry potter that will eat you alive! Even if they aren’t really bigger than a half dollar.

As wonderful as he is, and as unbelieving … Nick indulged me. Trying his best to calm my fear, that nothing was really there … that I was in fact dreaming it.

He searched the whole place … NOTHING!

Still didn’t believe him … I grabbed my trusty flashlight and began my own investigation. Shielding my hand with a black tank top. Figured, if it’s a black widow … It would have a hard time biting through that. Didn’t care about proper manners. I smashed everything on top of my nightstand onto the floor. (After) Having moved the tea glass and chocolates. Nothing! Absolutely nothing was there.  I climbed into bed, still somewhat afraid that the monster of all evil spiders at some point was going to crawl across my face. Then confusion hit. And I started to think, maybe Nick was right. “What was I doing up?” I asked him … Followed by “Do you even know what I was doing before all that?” Maybe I was dreaming it.

This night led me to my Friday … and for the reason I did not post yesterday.

Friday, I woke up with a mission. I was going to clean every single nook and cranny. Every corner, every crevice. I was going to find that spider! I wasn’t crazy … I couldn’t have possibly dreamed it. I was going to make sure that next time, no spider could hide. I was going to be able to find and smash it! (Sorry to all those spider lovers out there- I know they are great. Love them too … they eat the bad spiders, but I love them better outside, and my crazy ass is too scared to pick them up with something and put them out.)

Needless to say … My room was a mess. Under the bed alone could have happily housed an army of spiders. (Found a ton of stuff I forgot I had though) but no spider. I am guessing that maybe just maybe my husband was right on this one.

He won twice this night … that I have to admit I was dreaming after insisting that there was no way possible that was just a dream. And now he has a new way to get me to clean. “Dee, I saw a spider in there!” “Where?” “I don’t know, I didn’t see where it went!” Voila … instantly DE cluttered!

Damn spiders!

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good :) Thanks for reading xxDee

PS. The picture I took is courtesy of my daughter Brittany’s fake spider! That kid puts that thing in my drawers, in my microwave, in my drink … Gets me every time. Damn spiders!

Throw back Thursday (Killer Summer Days)

My favorite thing about summer (Other than the obvious sleeping in because I do not have to get the girls up for school.) Is that I have time to do fun things with my girls. It's no longer all about math or science projects but more about us just hanging out and having fun.

One of our favorite things to do is make short films! The above picture is a movie still from our short movie project "Creepy Mime Killer Flick" aka why the title of this blog is *Killer summer days.*

You can see that short film we made here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGXIibvqnM0&feature=c4-overview&list=UU7m3PJMKNfNUKHJtpbwdaNg

There are plenty others to peek around at if you are curious.

 It’s not too far of a throw back, but back enough that I wanted to re-watch it myself. Hence why I am sharing.

 I guess I should also mention that we tend to come across as your modern day "Adams family" type family. We are all a bunch of *scare the heck out of me, make me fear for my life, the more blood the better, scare fanatics!* my husband Nicholas's and mines very first movie bought together was (The exorcist.) If that tells you anything. We are just who we are, I wish we were one of those sweet, here are your cookies, everything is in its proper place type people ... But then again. We sort of are, just throw in a bucket or two of home made blood sitting in the fridge and our love to scare people and maybe take away the things being in their proper place in, and that's us!

Saying that (Rant time.) I am seriously getting disappointed in today’s movies! Nothing is scary anymore. Things are either too cheesy, or have been done so many times you can guess the plot before you are half way there. Nothing is new! Nothing is terrifying. Sure, we enjoy the grotesque bloody gore of it, but there is no substance. Even *Mama* was a letdown. Creepily fantastic with a hint of “Finally something that might just make me leave the light on” but the end just sort of ruined it.

Does anyone out there have any suggestions of something truly scary? Also why I am asking for a little help, anyone have suggestions of a new short flick. Doesn’t have to be creepy (That’s just our thing.) We tried to be funny once … turns out, we aren’t very funny. J  I have an upcoming sleep over. *12 girls-ages ranging from 6 to 14* (Yes I must be crazy) and they all want to do another short film.

Racking my brain … I haven’t a clue on what to do. Suggestions would be a load of help.

 

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good J Thanks for reading xxDee

 

Mishap Madness

 

Tried my hand at making homemade smoothies. I was watching one of my all-time favorite beauty bloggers *Misschievous* during one of her summer fit blogs and she was making smoothies. Thought to myself … “Ya’know, I think I would like to make my own smoothies too.”  I mean, how hard could it be? You throw some stuff in a blender and blend.

So … I put in a little of this, a little of that and a more than a hint of something extra. It wasn’t until I was standing in line at the grocery shop, that I had learned the error of my ways.

I had been having stomach issues and was told that adding fiber would do the trick. Metamucil was recommended. Fresh out, I opted for an alternative. The next best thing and the only thing in my cabinet, good old exlax. “They are pretty much the same thing right?”

I learned just how wrong my choice to improvise had been … and even more ridiculously stupid the decision to ignore the directions on the bottle and add slightly more than the recommended dose really was as I stood there, next in line, after having already waited a good fifteen minutes with next to seven maybe more people in line behind me when a sudden sense of urgency hit home.

Stubbornly I stood in my place not wanting to start my place over in the line wait. Especially in a jammed pack store with only two register lanes open.

I’m one of those girls who will NEVER openly admit and say out loud that “Everybody poops.” You’ll never get confirmation of that voiced out. However, in the foggy veil of the false sense of security being behind a computer screen lends, It’s a lot easier to choke out in writing.

Having said that, you’ll now more clearly understand my embarrassment when I tell you that … Through shallow breathing, a sweat stained brow and a very nervous look flashed across my face, I began dodging the concerned glances from my husband. Not to mention the funny looks I received as I walked slower than normal as I did the clenched butt cheek walk of shame all the way back to the car.

That is how stubborn I am about this situation. I could have, but wouldn’t excuse myself to the bathroom. Reason 1: Because going to the bathroom in public is already awkward. “Why does everything seem to echo so much louder in a public restroom?” It’s as if the world suddenly decide to hush at once. Going more than pee in an already uncomfortable situation strikes the pit of fear of public humiliation right down to my very core.

Seriously L Visions of people rushing out in hysterics, loudly expressing their disdain for the grossness going down in the bathroom to anyone and everyone who will listen … Followed by me and my less than graceful exit confronted and trapped in place by crowds of people pointing and laughing pops into mind. I just can’t do that in public.

And the second reason for choosing not to go is “The husband.” He always and I do mean always says … “Gotta poop huh?” In some form or another when I mention I have to go to the bathroom. Only this time he would know I was lying if I said no. And then I would have to admit out loud that “Yes.” As gross as it is … Girls do.  It was a defeat I wasn’t willing to face.

So … With ass cheeks cleaned tight – I suffered through the bumpy road home. A very bumpy, twenty minute ride. Rudely ignored my duty in helping unload the groceries. I B-lined it straight to the bathroom. 

Bottom line of the story?

1.       Do not ignore recommended doses (There are there for a reason)

2.       Only improvise smoothie ingredients when if they are food or milk/juice related

3.       Exlax really works … I mean REALLY WORKS (for those who might have need)

I do not plan on having this mess up again. I have sincerely learned my lesson. However I am in full addiction mode when it comes to smoothing making. So far I haven’t made the best tasting I got to try this again smoothies. They are decent, but nothing I would want over and over. Anyone out there? Who might have come across this blog have any good smoothie recipes? I would love to try some tried and true “This is delicious.” Smoothies.

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good  :) Thanks for reading xxDee

 

Step away from the handcuffs ... ( A parenting tip)

 

 

    Ever have one of those days (You know) The pull your hair out and scream at the wall days ... If you happen to hear the consistent screaming of "I hate you’s, You are not my best friend, I wish you weren't my sister/brother, etc. followed by a whirlwind of back to back "Mom she hit me, she took my toy, she scratched me, well you kicked me" type tirade remarks ONE MORE TIME! 

 

Well, that nifty little picture you see on the side there, was a result of one of those days.

 

After what seemed to be an eternity of what I just mentioned above, I was finally reaching that point of no return mom level (The I'm about to totally lose my shit level)

 

Slowing morphing from the level headed, sweet, here are your cookies type mom you would see in the movie Pleasantville to a mom even “Mommy dearest” Would shake her head at in disapproval.

Something had to be done!

 

In today’s day and age, even a small tap to the bum could have CPS knocking on your door in an instant. Yelling, threats of taking toys, cookies etc. to even standing in the corner was just not working. Not for this. I was at a loss. I just didn’t know what to do.

 

Thinking back, remembering all those adorable posts of (husbands, kids, wives, etc. wearing signs saying just what it was that they had done wrong) The ones you can see being post everywhere, from Facebook, to twitter, Mobli, and every other Social network out there. A light bulb flashed. *Embarrassment* as a kid I NEVER wanted to be punished in front of my friends.

 

I was on a mission … This bickering was going to stop, and I knew now just how I was going to do it. I marched to the toy box, grabbed Erin’s (9, pictured above) Hand cuffs from last year’s cop costume, then grabbed a paper and marker and set about my task. The entire time, still listening to girls bicker away.

 

I called them in with a smile on my face … (amused) by the look of uncertainty on their faces. You could tell they were wondering why I had a huge smile on my face when they knew I was getting angry.

 

I told them politely to sit on my bed, and they listened without speaking the question in their minds. “What is momma up to?”  

 

I slapped the cuffs on them both so they were stuck together, Placed the sign on them and stared them in the eyes. “You two are going to learn to get along!” I said content with the punishment prescribed.

“This isn’t going to work mom … I hate her!” Erin replies with her too old for herself attitude. “I know … I had no doubt that making you guys hold hands with signs wasn’t going to work!” “That is why I have this!” I pulled out my phone, snapped the incriminating photo. And then gave them a  warning “If I hear any more fighting from you two, I promise with my whole heart … I will post this to Facebook and tag you in it!” The crying immediately began, so I took it upon myself to take a less angry … a more this isn’t fair toned faced pic for my posting. I took off the cuffs and signs and sent them on their way with one last note of “I mean it.”

 

For the next few moments I heard nothing … and really was quite pleased with myself. But then my mind started wondering if I had in fact gone too far. Was that mental abuse? I justified it with the fact that it had worked. I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and now I had something that worked and could use again in the future. Even if the only worked for a day, it would be a day of peace I knew I could get.  

 

I started hearing mumbling. Probably ten minutes after I sent them about their day. I rolled my eyes, sure that this was going to be a start to another outburst. I tiptoed my way to their door and listened carefully. (With my girls) You need to know exactly what is going on, before they come to tell you. Because either side you hear is drastically embellished.

 

To my surprise, they were not fighting … The whispers of disdain I had heard were about me. Here they were, my two wonderful daughters getting along, not fighting but plotting against me. They had found a common ground. Something they both agreed on. Just sucked it was how much they thought I was mean, or as my (6 Avery Pictured above) would put it, “The worst mom ever.”

 

And now … Unfortunately only after I gained title of worst mom of the year. I had it! I found the solution to my problem. It wasn’t corners, threats, or black mail photos … It was distraction. (At least in the sense of when they are arguing together)

 

Sometimes being a parent means you have to stop what you are doing and interact. Children are still very much being molded into who they are and who they will be. And at times of high emotion, need a little help keeping things intact. Trust me, I know how annoying it is to stop what you are doing to intervene. But for the sake of your sanity it’s a must.

 

I’ve found that if I just stop what I am doing for the five minutes or less time it takes to put them on a task of something they can do together, I have a lot less stress and it’s quieter to enjoy the things I would normally be listening through the fuss through.

 

DISTRACTION IS KEY!

 

(Small other tip) If watching a movie is your choice of distraction – Make sure they sit on separate seating places! (I learned my lesson here) They will focus on who is on their side of the cushion, whose feet are on who, etc.

 

Now if I could just learn the “Holy Grail of how to’s … To get my daughter to eat her chicken!” Anyone out there have any tips on that?

 

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good J Thanks For reading xxDee