Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

My Thoughts on Mother's Day

I am the Mome (mom-e) to an 11 and 13 year old.  I never wanted anything more than to be a Mom.  I don't want my kids to celebrate me.  Maybe later.  When they are parents, and they "get it".
 Today, I just want to remember all the reasons I wanted them.  All the reasons they make me laugh, and smile, every single day.  I don't need a DAY.  I get them every single.

I do, however, want them to realize how important this day can be.

Not for me.  I swear.

For them.

I want so much more for them.

I want my son to find a woman who he cherishes.  Who he would do anything for.  Who loves him beyond anything monetary or physical.  I want him, after children, to worship the woman who gave him children.  Not because she did, but because she shows him, every day, how grateful she is to and for him.

For my daughter.  I want a love, so fierce, that she never questions, when he is away from her, whether or not he thinks of her.   Never.  I want her to miss the hell out of him.  And him, her. I want her to find a man that would do ANYTHING to make smile.

I thought I had that.  It wasn't meant to be.  We made Amazing kids.  Amazing.  I will always be grateful for that.  We drifted.  We weren't One.  I so wanted to "make it right".  "For the kids."

In the end.  I looked at my 4 year old daughter and KNEW that the only way she would have the chance of finding FOREVER is if I let go of my FOREVER dreams.

I needed her to not be willing to settle.  Nothing is worse than unhappy and loveless.

Put your kids first.  Model, FOR them, what you want for them.

Find your Happy.

Don't settle for less.

Kids are watching, 

Sunday, August 14, 2016

I have a Confession

I have a confession to make.

I'm hoping it helps someone else or, at least, gets me some wisdom on how to stop.

My brain has been over processing as of late and the only way to turn it off is to blare music, through earbuds, whenever I need to turn it off.  I've started listening to my therapeutic music on my way to work, and into the building, and while doing my opening tasks.  It calms my brain and gets me ready for the day.

One error in judgement can cause so much torment.

I've been laughed at, joked about, and even received texts to remind me of my error.

I wish I could say I won't do it again.

I said that after the first time.

I did make it almost 2 weeks before it happened again.

It happened again.

Please let my story help you.  I may be alone in this but, it will happen to someone else.

I can't be the only one.

I.  Just.  Can't.

Here is what I've learned...

When you get out of your car at work, all wrapped up in your jams,  you should always, and I mean ALWAYS, make sure you've turned your car off.  You'll know this if you take your keys out of the ignition and make sure you have them,

Or, like me, you can do this...

Text your friends a picture of your keys.

So they know.

You're car will not be unlocked, running, in the parking lot, FOR THE NEXT 5 HOURS.

For the third time.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Guilty Pleasures... Once Upon A Vine ~ Big Bad Red Blend

Reposting from 8/1/13.  Still one of my favorites

I recently came across this blend at the grocery store... Now I'm seeing it everywhere... and it's delicious and just shy of $10.  Winning!

The label caught my attention.  This is how I find most my wines.  1. Label 2. Price.  Not that I won't spend more, but for a first time try, I'm unlikely to splurge on something I may not like.  I have trusty sources, I believe when they tell me wines are good, I'll look for those.  I also like to share with them wines I like.  This is one of those.

Filled with dark berry flavors, chocolate and a good amount of peppery spice.  This wine is smooth and has a lengthy finish.

Winemaker NotesA blend of several red varietals, The Big Bad Red blend appeases our inner dark side, satisfying that craving for the bold and daring. The wine leads with a bramble of berries, dark black plum and root beer flavors, framed by toasted spices. Fleshy and ripe, the palate delivers layers of black fruit with a savory and spicy character. Supple tannins hold flavors into a long, lasting finish. A perfect pairing for a dark and stormy night.
Varietal33% Merlot, 25% Syrah, 11% Cab, 9% Zinfandel, 9% Tannat, 6% Grenache, 7% other reds

I have another NEW guilty pleasure, and the wine complimented it wonderfully.

Seriously.  The crackers, I found last year when my parents came to visit and brought them along.  We've gone through several boxes at work... and I'm not the only one bringing them in... they are THAT good.  The cream cheese spread, I came across by accident.  It was meant to be.

 Perfect snack.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Dear Ex MIL

Dear Ex MIL,

I know you care dearly for your grandchildren.  I appreciate everything you have and continue to do for them.
I understand that you feel my style of parenting isn't up to your Christian standards, and I'm okay with that.  I am not okay with you constantly bashing my parenting style to my children and to other adults in their presence.  You are not building an allegiance with them, you are alienating your relationship with them.  These are two of the smartest, well-adjusted under the circumstances, and confident children I know and I refuse to let you make them think less of themselves because they are not being raised the way you think they should be.
I am always looking for better ways to do things, to better myself, and to be the best single parent I can be.  If you want to share some wisdom or thoughts you have, please contact me.  Using the children to get your thoughts to me doesn't ever send a clear message.  Their interpretations leave you on the short side of the conversation and makes them feel like they have to choose sides.  They do not.
You can expect whatever you want from them while they are at your house.  I make that clear to them.  Grandma's house, Grandma's Rules.  You can NOT dictate to them how things happen at my house.  Period.  It's laughable that you try.
I understand that you have raised a child and therefore think you know what's best.  Maybe you should revisit that thought.
Your grown child lives with you and is reliant on you for his every basic need.
Maybe your way wasn't the right way.
Maybe my way isn't the right way.
I get to choose.
I'll adapt as I see fit.

We all love our children and think they are they greatest ever.
I don't love my children any less that you love yours.
I am raising them to be able to stand on their own and be productive members of society.
We can compare notes when you have achieved the same.

Your Ex DIL

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

DIY Coconut Lime Face Scrub~ PuddinPop and Mome

My daughter and I have started a new YouTube Channel.  She wanted one of her on but her age prohibits it (She's 10).

We have had so much fun with our first two videos and I can't wait to do more.

Let Us know if you'd like to see any other DIY's


Friday, April 22, 2016

Target is Allowing Men in Women's Restrooms. Are you Kidding Me?

This post isn't going to go as you expect.

If you are against the Rights of Human Beings, you should turn back now.

I recently saw a post on FB about the decision, by Target, to allow individuals to use the bathroom and changing rooms of the sex they identify with.

The article, which  was written by Glenn Beck, outlined the announcement, and really didn't give any opinion on the matter.  Once I started reading the comments, I was appalled and saddened at the amount of Fear that it created.  I HAD to respond.

If you have read, or need to read, the article and comments.  I am the cute little guinea pig SomeoneWhoCares.

It didn't start out as anything more than one comment on MY opinion,

It escalated to so much more,

I may have been disrespectful.  If I was, I apologize.  I tried not to be.

I'm a funny character.  Ask anyone who KNOWS me.

I really don't give a shit what you think about me.  I guess I'm secure like that.

I make my own choices.  I trust my gut.  I think others should do the same.

The big deal is this.  Women are afraid that by allowing Transgender Individuals into out "private" spaces, we are allowing Perverts and Rapists to walk right in and do with us as they please.

It's a Valid Fear.

Not one that I share, but still valid.

Shouldn't we be pressing for stronger penalties on the ACTUAL perpetrators rather than taking away the Rights of others?

I think so.

In this particular debate, where I was CLEARLY the underdog, I was called Stupid, Idiot, Unattractive (pic of a guinea pig who is clearly CUTE) Woman without children (wrong again), Possible Transgender, Someone who thinks about raping Women,Someone who needs counseling, and, possibly the most sad comment, where someone actually stood up for me,  called a Good Christian.

I am not that.

Just me, but, I believe Organized religion breeds Intolerance, and it just doesn't sit right with me.

Here is what I think...

For what it is worth.

There are 2 types of Humans.

Each type holds, within it's group, Men. Women, All Ethnicities, Poor, Rich, Middle Class. Gays, Lesbians, Transgenders, and they do Every and All Jobs you could ever Imagine.

Basically, the groups are made up of  the same parts.

The groups are...


I truly believe that we should judge people as individuals.  Not classify a group based off fear.

I believe we need Harsher punishments for the individuals who "set out" to do intentional harm.  Whoever they are, regardless of class.

Treat people as humans until they show us they don't deserve it.

Judge people based on their own merits.

It isn't that hard.

I'm NOT naive, stupid,  or an idiot.

I am a believer of good hearts.

I am NOT a forgiver, of people who do Intentional harm to others, but will not crucify a "group" based on one persons actions.

I believe in the Rights of all Humans and Stand behind Target in their decision.

It's Theirs to make.

What do you think?