tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28239434603146882422024-03-09T04:07:36.447-05:00Mome Needs WineRaising two amazing kids, one glass at a time.Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.comBlogger1195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-11250558717874193672023-09-04T12:06:00.004-04:002023-09-04T12:30:37.181-04:00It's been 6 years<p>6 Years since my last post. I remember a time, not so long ago, that my laptop was the thing I kept closest. Always on it, trying to connect, share my messy life, vent, whatever I needed to "get out". Drinking wine while getting the never ending thoughts out of my head, hoping they would quiet. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't. </p><p>The last 7 years have been some of the most challenging and some of the absolute best, all at the same time. Those 11 and 13 year old babies I last posted about are 17 and 20 now.</p><p> Time goes that fast. </p><p> I found a partner who may not be perfect (who is?), but is exactly what I needed. He is perfect FOR me.</p><p>I no longer look for my laptop to pour all my feelings out to. I have a person who is a damn good listener and bright young adults whose banter and minds fascinate me. I have it all, within our 4 walls. </p><p>That's not going to be the case forever. I can feel it slipping. It'll be time for them to leave soon. I know that's how it works. That doesn't make me more ready.</p><p>They are almost ready to fly. I'm going to focus on getting them there with all I have.</p><p>Mome no longer needs wine. </p><p>It's been a blast</p><p><br /></p><p>Thanks for listening.</p>Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-70615646945956838582017-07-23T12:30:00.000-04:002017-07-23T13:22:09.268-04:00Red Guitar ~ Wine Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hailing from Spain, This Red Guitar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Navarra</span> is a combination of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tempranillo</span>(55%) and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Garnacha</span>(45%). The label jumped out at me and begged me to purchase it. I will add it to my label collection (another wine/art project in the works).<br />
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The Spaniards believe in living <em>la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bueno</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">vida</span> </em>(the good life). It is evident in their music, food and wines and this blend is a perfect example of their enthusiasm for the finer things.<br />
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<strong>Wine Maker's Notes~</strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #663366; font-family: "arial";"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Tempranillo</span></span></strong><span style="color: #663366;"><span style="font-family: "arial";">(pronounced temp-ran-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ee</span>-oh)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Tempranillo</span> is Spain's star native grape and is fairly low in sugar and acid content, but with brilliant aromatics and bright fruit characters. It tends to be extremely age worthy and ideal for blending with<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Garnacha</span> </strong><br />(also known as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Grenache</span>)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Garnacha</span> is the most widely planted grape variety in the world and thrives in warm, dry regions. It produces wines of great concentration and flavor, with explosive raspberry fruit characters and soft tannins.<br /><br />Red Guitar Old Vine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Tempranillo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Garnacha</span><br />Together, these varieties combine to produce a rich, smooth and luscious wine full of ripe raspberry and blackberry flavors on a long, soft finish.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>My Notes~</strong></span><br />
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Color~ Purplish red, bold and translucent.<br />
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Aroma~ Smokey cherries with cinnamon.<br />
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Taste~ Raspberries with a hint of vanilla and oak. Medium bodied with a long, smooth finish.<br />
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Vision~ This flavorful varietal makes me envision my many (okay, 3) <a href="http://www.vegasvacationstore.com/">Vegas vacations</a>. It would be great alone to sip on while playing in the casino, and could hold up to any fair, whether it was accompanying a fine grilled fillet or entertaining my palate with one of the bountiful buffets. It would go well with either.<br />
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<a href="http://marketviewliquor.com/index-id-53724-a-1.01.html?utm_source=googlebase&utm_medium=organic">Check it out for yourself.</a> I'd love to hear your thoughts.</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-91052414638418518272017-05-14T17:57:00.001-04:002017-05-14T18:12:50.459-04:00My Thoughts on Mother's Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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".<br />
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.<br />
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I do, however, want them to realize how important this day can be.<br />
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Not for me. I swear.<br />
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For them. <br />
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I want so much more for them.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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."<br />
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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. <br />
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I needed her to not be willing to settle. Nothing is worse than unhappy and loveless. <br />
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Put your kids first. Model, FOR them, what you want for them.<br />
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Find your Happy.<br />
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Don't settle for less.<br />
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Kids are watching, </div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-63324101514277540742016-08-14T20:55:00.002-04:002023-09-04T11:34:03.833-04:00I have a Confession<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have a confession to make.<br />
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I'm hoping it helps someone else or, at least, gets me some wisdom on how to stop.<br />
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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.<br />
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One error in judgement can cause so much torment.<br />
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I've been laughed at, joked about, and even received texts to remind me of my error.<br />
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I wish I could say I won't do it again.<br />
<br />
I said that after the first time.<br />
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I did make it almost 2 weeks before it happened again.<br />
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It happened again.<br />
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Please let my story help you. I may be alone in this but, it will happen to someone else.<br />
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I can't be the only one.<br />
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I. Just. Can't.<br />
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Here is what I've learned...<br />
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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, <br />
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Or, like me, you can do this...<br />
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Text your friends a picture of your keys.<br />
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So they know.<br />
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You're car will not be running, unlocked, in the parking lot, for the next 5 hours.<br />
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For the third time.<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-28511842392423745442016-08-14T20:55:00.000-04:002016-08-14T21:15:08.303-04:00I have a Confession<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have a confession to make.<br />
<br />
I'm hoping it helps someone else or, at least, gets me some wisdom on how to stop.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
One error in judgement can cause so much torment.<br />
<br />
I've been laughed at, joked about, and even received texts to remind me of my error.<br />
<br />
I wish I could say I won't do it again.<br />
<br />
I said that after the first time.<br />
<br />
I did make it almost 2 weeks before it happened again.<br />
<br />
It happened again.<br />
<br />
Please let my story help you. I may be alone in this but, it will happen to someone else.<br />
<br />
I can't be the only one.<br />
<br />
I. Just. Can't.<br />
<br />
Here is what I've learned...<br />
<br />
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, <br />
<br />
Or, like me, you can do this...<br />
<br />
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Text your friends a picture of your keys.<br />
<br />
So they know.<br />
<br />
You're car will not be unlocked, <b>running</b>, in the parking lot, FOR THE NEXT 5 HOURS.<br />
<br />
For the third time.<br />
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<br /></div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-9485464769763455982016-05-30T07:30:00.000-04:002016-05-30T07:47:30.797-04:00Guilty Pleasures... Once Upon A Vine ~ Big Bad Red Blend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Reposting from 8/1/13. Still one of my favorites</div>
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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!<br />
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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. <b>This is one of those.</b><br />
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Filled with dark berry flavors, chocolate and a good amount of peppery spice. This wine is smooth and has a lengthy finish.<br />
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<strong>Winemaker Notes</strong>A 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.</div>
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<strong>Varietal</strong>33% Merlot, 25% Syrah, 11% Cab, 9% Zinfandel, 9% Tannat, 6% Grenache, 7% other reds</div>
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I have another NEW guilty pleasure, and the wine complimented it wonderfully.<br />
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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.<br />
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Perfect snack.</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-71052252875795387432016-05-26T09:48:00.000-04:002016-05-26T21:49:28.340-04:00Dear Ex MIL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Ex MIL,<br />
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I know you care dearly for your grandchildren. I appreciate everything you have and continue to do for them. <br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
I understand that you have raised a child and therefore think you know what's best. Maybe you should revisit that thought.<br />
Your grown child lives with you and is reliant on you for his every basic need.<br />
Maybe your way wasn't the right way.<br />
Maybe my way isn't the right way.<br />
I get to choose.<br />
I'll adapt as I see fit.<br />
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We all love our children and think they are they greatest ever.<br />
I don't love my children any less that you love yours.<br />
I am raising them to be able to stand on their own and be productive members of society. <br />
We can compare notes when you have achieved the same.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
Your Ex DIL</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-90437267307694901122016-05-17T22:05:00.001-04:002016-05-17T22:06:26.855-04:00DIY Coconut Lime Face Scrub~ PuddinPop and Mome<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My daughter and I have started a new YouTube Channel. She wanted one of her on but her age prohibits it (She's 10).<br />
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We have had so much fun with our first two videos and I can't wait to do more.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Wh8q80OAA8E" width="560"></iframe><br />
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Let Us know if you'd like to see any other DIY's<br />
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<3<br />
Mome</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-26791823284690831792016-05-15T17:01:00.000-04:002016-05-15T17:01:37.114-04:00DIY Glitter Slime ~ <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-59412932618095865752016-04-22T18:58:00.000-04:002016-04-25T17:51:10.258-04:00Target is Allowing Men in Women's Restrooms. Are you Kidding Me?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This post isn't going to go as you expect.<br />
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If you are against the Rights of Human Beings, you should turn back now.<br />
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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. <br />
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The <a href="http://www.glennbeck.com/2016/04/21/target-stores-open-womens-bathrooms-changing-rooms-to-men/" target="_blank">article</a>, 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.<br />
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If you have read, or need to read, the article and comments. I am the <a href="https://disqus.com/by/disqus_JDARgbQ8Qv/" target="_blank">cute little guinea pig</a> SomeoneWhoCares.<br />
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It didn't start out as anything more than one comment on MY opinion, <br />
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It escalated to so much more,<br />
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I may have been disrespectful. If I was, I apologize. I tried not to be.<br />
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I'm a funny character. Ask anyone who KNOWS me.<br />
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I really don't give a shit what you think about me. I guess I'm secure like that.<br />
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I make my own choices. I trust my gut. I think others should do the same.<br />
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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.<br />
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It's a Valid Fear.<br />
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Not one that I share, but still valid.<br />
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Shouldn't we be pressing for stronger penalties on the ACTUAL perpetrators rather than taking away the Rights of others?<br />
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I think so.<br />
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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.<br />
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I am not that.<br />
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Just me, but, I believe Organized religion breeds Intolerance, and it just doesn't sit right with me.<br />
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Here is what I think...<br />
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For what it is worth.<br />
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There are 2 types of Humans.<br />
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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. <br />
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Basically, the groups are made up of the same parts. <br />
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The groups are...<br />
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GOOD and BAD<br />
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I truly believe that we should judge people as individuals. Not classify a group based off fear.<br />
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I believe we need Harsher punishments for the individuals who "set out" to do intentional harm. Whoever they are, regardless of class.<br />
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Treat people as humans until they show us they don't deserve it.<br />
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Judge people based on their own merits.<br />
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It isn't that hard.<br />
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I'm NOT naive, stupid, or an idiot.<br />
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I am a believer of good hearts.<br />
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I am NOT a forgiver, of people who do Intentional harm to others, but will not crucify a "group" based on one persons actions.<br />
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I believe in the Rights of all Humans and Stand behind Target in their decision.<br />
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It's Theirs to make.<br />
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What do you think?<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-30325029154741882102016-03-20T14:43:00.001-04:002016-04-22T20:05:46.881-04:00Relationship? What the Hell is Wrong with Me?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm so out of my element here.<br />
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I guess I always have been.<br />
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A LOT of my friends are in my same situation. <br />
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Single Mom, trying to make it through.<br />
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It's a tough job. We all do our best to make it the best possible situation for our kids.<br />
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Most of my friends are actively dating, going through heart-break and muddling through.<br />
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WTH?<br />
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Heart-break, on top of my already chaotic schedule, does not seem like something I could deal with.<br />
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I have NO interest in on-line dating. I have no time to deal with the drama of a relationships. I will NOT bring someone else into the fold to have an opinion on how my kids should be raised.<br />
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I feel like the weak one.<br />
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Everyone else seems to find the time to entertain a companion, and it's all I can do to deal with work and taking care of my kids.<br />
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I THINK I'm a good multi-tasker, but so many others seem to be juggling so many more balls.<br />
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Is it about knowing limits?<br />
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I made twice as much money when I was single but, now it's more important to be home for my kids.<br />
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I am their sole provider. There is no other money coming in. No Child Support, No Bank Trust. No Savings. It's Week to Week.<br />
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I could make more, but it would require sacrificing TIME, or moving away from their other parent. The kids are always with me or their dad. No after school program, no babysitter. THAT means more to me than the money.<br />
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What is wrong with me?<br />
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How do women find time to date and still take care of their kids?<br />
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What am I missing?<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-46318536353962200442016-02-25T08:55:00.002-05:002016-02-25T08:59:37.453-05:00Crock Pot Apple Crumble<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Grease the crock pot. I used a bit of the melted butter and wiped it with a paper towel.</div>
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Top the filling with the dry cake mix and completely cover filling.</div>
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I cooked mine on low for about 4.5 hours and then turned it to high and took the lid off for 30 minutes to "set" the topping (crisp it up)<br />
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Perfect!<br />
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What are some of your favorite Crock Pot Desserts?</div>
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-28442844435995463202016-02-23T11:32:00.000-05:002016-02-23T11:32:37.908-05:00Up Cycling Wine Bottles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We've been busy.<br />
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Busy Up-cycling and being creative.<br />
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I've been tormented, for years, over throwing away wine bottles. So. Many. Wine bottles. I'd keep them for a while, trying to come up with some unique idea to re-purpose them, and then run out of room and toss them all out. Start collecting again and....<br />
You get the idea.<br />
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Recently, I was looking into cutting them and making candles. I watched several videos on different ways to cut and all seemed quite possibly disastrous. Then I reached out. I found out another friend was cutting bottles for wind chimes and a mutual friend had made her a bottle cutter. I immediately texted him for the price of having one made. "Your undying love" was his response. "Done." was mine.<br />
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A couple days later, He delivered this...<br />
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He not only delivered it. He gave me a lesson on how to use it.<br />
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While most of the tutorials I've watched used fire and ice to split the glass after scoring. It turns out, it's much easier to use hot/cold water if you have the secret. I have the secret.<br />
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We delabeled a couple bottles and bought stencils for painted artwork on the glass. First ones look like this.<br />
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Puddin Pop (age 9) wanted to help paint while Handsome (age 12) wanted to be in charge of cutting the bottles. I'm in charge of wax melting and pouring... at least at this point.<br />
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We decided that the tops of the bottles would be nice candle holders for tapers, and it gives us full use of the bottles.<br />
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Thinking of putting some up for sale.<br />
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Would you buy One?<br />
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Where's your favorite place to buy Handmade? </div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-84049864470700251012016-01-30T00:16:00.002-05:002016-01-30T00:16:31.803-05:00What I want Most for My Birthday is Something You Can Give Me. #Adoption<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was born at 4:05pm on February 1st, 1968.<br />
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I was put up for adoption.<br />
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I have a family that I love, but....<br />
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Why is no one looking for me?<br />
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I must have siblings,,,,<br />
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Story has it that,<br />
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I was born to a college Mom, with a High School boyfriend,<br />
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So, Just. Like me. <br />
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She likes Younger guys ;)<br />
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I appreciate the fact that they gave me up.<br />
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I have to believe they had, together or otherwise, other kids.<br />
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I've always known I was adopted.<br />
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I go through stages where I care to find those "other" people.<br />
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I put forth the effort to search online and find nothing<br />
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It makes me sad.<br />
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I want to know.<br />
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Here is my Birth Certificate.<br />
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Make my Wish come true and Share?<br />
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Thank You.<br />
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*I think I have already seen a sister. I swear. A woman came into where I work and I looked at her and just "felt"she was part of me, It's strange, I know. <br />
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Help me know for sure,<br />
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I never said anything to her. I just felt it and walked away. My coworker talked to her and she was here in Virginia with her husband who was in the Military but she was originally from Michigan.<br />
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Coincidence?<br />
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Probably.<br />
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What adopted kids go through All. The Time?<br />
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Most Definitely.<br />
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Will You Help and Share?<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-72983140510822197242016-01-26T20:30:00.001-05:002016-01-26T20:30:10.852-05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-50693683509271841582016-01-24T15:10:00.000-05:002016-01-26T20:15:03.340-05:00#PoemaRed and Red Meat, Yum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A good Red Blend and a NY Strip Steak</div>
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Poema Red is a blend of <span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 20.8267px; text-indent: -24px;">Garnacha, Tempranillo, and Cabernet Sauvignon. Dark ruby and almost Purple in the glass, with a nose of pepper and dark berries . On the Palate was blackberry, cherries and a hint of peppery goodness, It is well balanced and stood up to the steak in flavor.</span><br />
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Now you want to know how I cook my steak, right? It was dinner for one, so nothing fancy. I heavily coated it with roasted garlic and crushed red pepper, and broiled it to medium rare in the oven. The potato was wrapped in plastic wrap and nuked for 5 minutes, I then loaded it with salt, pepper, butter, cheese, bacon and sour cream. I never disappoint myself.<br />
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*The wine was sent to me for review. The opinion and the cooking were all my idea, You should try some. I promise, it's good.</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-35172614729847784752015-10-10T17:35:00.000-04:002016-01-24T19:46:37.878-05:00The Mom I didn't Want to be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't think I learned any parenting skills from my mom. She was better than me in some aspects, but the kid stuff I remember, isn't favorable.<br />
I remember having night time fears as a kid. I could see/hear windows being opened, someone breaking in, I would see shadows in the hallway, and keep myself up... waiting.<br />
I wasn't allowed to wake my parents. I don't remember any individual instance where I was told not to wake them, I just remember taking my pillow and blanket into their room and cuddling up on the floor next to the bed to feel safe. Never attempting to wake my Mom or StepDad.<br />
This had major impact.<br />
Over the years, I taught myself that, if they were coming, they would come. They hadn't so far, so I should just go back to sleep and hope for the best.<br />
Who knows where the fear came from. We were never burglarized, no one ever broke into our neighbors house. It was just my biggest fear.<br />
I promised myself, no kid of mine, would ever feel that terrified and alone.<br />
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It's tiring!<br />
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My kids feared Big Foot for the longest time. <br />
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Really?<br />
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When I separated from their dad, we moved into a 2 bedroom townhouse. The kids were 4 and 7 and were totally on board with sharing a room (even though they were use to their own) if they could have bunk beds, We got the bunk bed and all was good.<br />
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Then they got older.<br />
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They wanted separate rooms. I couldn't deny. I gave up a room for me, and gave them the 2 bedrooms. I can sleep anywhere.<br />
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I take Puddin Pop to bed at 930. We read and lights out at 10 (she's 9) I lay with her while Handsome does his 30 minutes of reading (10-1030) and then go to lay with him. We snuggle and chat for 5-10 minutes until he falls asleep, and the I go to sleep on the couch... until...<br />
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They wake up.<br />
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It was better for a while. <br />
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For almost 2 years I got to sleep through the night.<br />
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Then we got robbed, last year while we were camping overnight.<br />
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Every night, they both wake, at least once, and need me to lay with them to go back to sleep.<br />
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I can't say no.<br />
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I can't diminish their fears.<br />
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I. Just. Can't<br />
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But...<br />
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I am so tired. Playing pinball between bedrooms is exhausting. I sleep 6-7 hours a night in 2 hour increments.<br />
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I need sleep.<br />
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Any ideas?<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-88243887019605804992015-10-09T12:24:00.000-04:002015-10-09T12:24:51.079-04:00End of Summer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We had the chance to go sailing with a friend on the last day of summer and it was the first time sailing for the kids. They have been on boats before, but not a day filled with sailing and swimming. They both enjoyed the experience. Puddin' Pop experienced some sea sickness but that girl is a trooper. Never complained, and bounced back as quick as possible.<br />
Handsome would now like to live on a boat.<br />
What is your favorite water activity?<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-20347753093825565952015-09-04T10:40:00.000-04:002015-10-09T11:35:58.468-04:00Easy Chicken Lettuce Wraps<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
O.M.G.<br />
Sometimes you have a craving for something and you have to have it NOW.<br />
Sometimes you get lucky enough to have 80% of the ingredients on hand. Enough to make it "close enough."<br />
This is a recipe about one of those times.<br />
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I was craving some Chicken lettuce wraps, or maybe just trying to figure out what to do with the head of lettuce in my fridge that didn't involve a salad. I didn't have the veggies (carrots or water chestnuts) that normally go in this recipe, Hell, I didn't even have a recipe. But I threw some shit together and the result was amazing enough to share. That's a Win! It's also a win because I think, after 30 years, my dad is now convinced I can do something other than Boil-in-a-Bag meals. It's a joke we share, and one I am always striving to prove him wrong on.<br />
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Anyway. <br />
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What you'll need:<br />
Chicken. I used tenderloins, but you could use breasts as well. Whatever is on hand<br />
Teriyaki sauce. Enough to marinade chicken.<br />
Lettuce. Peel off as many leaves as you need<br />
Peanut butter 1/2C. I used creamy, but crunchy works too<br />
Garlic. Fresh or dried or minced. I used dried roasted garlic. It's my favorite<br />
Crushed red pepper. Enough to season chicken and for Peanut sauce. As much as you can handle, in my opinion.<br />
Soy sauce. 1 tbsp for peanut sauce<br />
Sugar. 1 tsp<br />
Water<br />
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I marinated the chicken for 2 hours in Teryaki, Garlic and Red Pepper.<br />
After two hours I put them on a cooling rack on a baking sheet.<br />
<i>I'm a little disappointed that this is the first time I thought to do this. The baking rack as a kind of grill in the oven. I'm surprised I've never been told of this technique, or seen it on Pinterest. I am now claiming that it is my own unique idea and sharing... and taking Full Credit for inventing it. You are Welcome.</i><br />
I poured the extra marinade over the top and baked 10 tenderloins at 350 for 20 minutes.<br />
While that was going on, I put the peanut butter and soy sauce in a small sauce pan on<b> LOW. It's very important not to burn these as it ruins the flavor. Trust Me.</b><br />
As it slowly melts, add a tsp of garlic, the sugar and more crushed red pepper (as much as you can handle) and mix it well together. The soy sauce and Peanut butter seem to separate, but it will be okay. Add water to desired thickness. I used about 3/4 cup. Continue stirring until it's creamy and remove from heat. <br />
Pour a glass of wine and wait for chicken to finish<br />
After 20 minutes, take chicken from oven and let cool for 10-15 minutes or until it's time to pour another glass of wine.<br />
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Cut chicken into small pieces, add a little of the peanut sauce and mix well.<br />
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Serve with a side of peanut sauce and fresh lettuce leaves and <b>ENJOY</b><br />
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I sure did.</div>
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While coming back from Handsome's school the other day, we were driving down a 5 lane road, that, in most instances, is steady traffic. The speed limit is 45, and average speed is 50. People swerve in and out of the 5 lanes to get the best position, or to get in the right lane to make turns or u-turns, I drive this road every day to work. In the 3 miles it takes to get there, I always witness people texting, driving way over the speed limit, following too close, and idiots trying to cross the road in the middle, rather than walk to the cross walk, It's 5 lanes in each direction. I've seen pedestrians hit for making this stupid choice. I am always watching out for anything. Especially when I have precious cargo,<br />
So, we are heading home. We are in the second lane from the right, and I notice a man on a scooter coming out of a shopping center on the right. I start to slow, not knowing which lane he is going to turn into. My Dad always taught me to be an defensive driver and be mindful of all possible situations. Thanks, Dad. He makes it to the first lane and gets his duffle bag caught under his wheels. He tries to drive over it and at this point I am almost at a stop. The scooter takes off over the bag, dragging the man with it. They spin out and stop on the ground less than 5 feet from the front of my car, which is now completely stopped. I am lucky no one was directly behind me to ram into me. So is the guy on the scooter. As we sit there watching, the kids and I, the man picks up the bike and, in frustration, slams his helmet to the ground, which then travels to the next lane, It sits there for about 30 seconds before another car comes, runs it over, and drags it a hundred yards down the street. The man is just standing in front of us, cussing out the car and throwing this tantrum. I could have gone around him, but I didn't.<br />
I took the opportunity to tell my kids how differently this could have turned out. I never text while driving and rarely even talk on my phone while in the car, I could have been preoccupied if the kids had been bickering, or acting up in the way kids do. So many things could have gone wrong. I could not have been paying attention when he first came out, I could have assumed that I had the right to my lane and never slowed to begin with.<br />
I stayed where I was. I stayed because I was afraid for this man if I moved. Afraid another distracted driver would not be aware of him in the middle of the road. He never even acknowledged we were there, 5 feet away from him, for more than 5 minutes.<br />
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Please be aware of other drivers. Put your phone down. It's really not that important. Please be a defensive driver and focus all your attention on what's going on around you. Please get there safe!</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-72278057578279292962015-07-28T23:22:00.001-04:002015-07-28T23:24:46.221-04:00Happy Birthday, Handsome<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
12 years ago today, I was in our new house. We had closed and moved in July 4th. I had taken vacation on the 25th. While first borns are never born on time, I wasn't risking driving through Summer time Tunnel traffic from Virginia Beach to Hampton. The pool guy came to get the pool levels ready to open and I had a pot roast in the oven.<br />
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By 9pm we were on our way to the hospital. I was strep B positive and once I "sprang a leak" I knew we had to go. Baby had to be born within 24 hours of my water breaking, He wasn't even close to ready.<br />
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At 4:30 am they stripped the membranes. At 6am I got pitocin. by 7am I was having full blown contractions, 2 minutes apart, lasting 45 secs... I wasn't dilated at all. After 4 hours, I changed my birth plan and asked (begged) for an epidural. Got that at about 1:30. <br />
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At 4:30 pm, July 29th, 2003, I became a Mom.<br />
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Most. Amazing. Thing. Ever.<br />
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To Handsome~<br />
You are the love of my life, The one who showed me what unconditional love is really all about. I am amazed every day with the person you are. Funny, Smart beyond belief, witty and an inspiration to try harder and be better.<br />
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Happy 12th!<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-20576624698481199252015-06-19T19:54:00.002-04:002015-06-19T19:54:31.107-04:00Sushi Is My Heaven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I might be a nut case.<br />
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I'm good with that.<br />
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When I am completely stressed out, or something awful happens, I set aside some time to be alone, crank up some 80's love songs and Cry It Out. It always empowers me to see the truth in the situation, my part in it, and how to move forward with my No Worries Charm.<br />
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I went out earlier to treat myself to some sushi. I went to a place that I haven't been to in years. Financially it hasn't been an option like it was before kids and divorce. I felt I needed a pick-me-up, and spending money on good food is my therapy. On the drive, a song came on the radio that made me think of a younger version of myself. A strong, confident, world-ahead-of-me Gal, who took no shit and kept her chin up. I had everything and was only going to get better, I am not where I imagined myself to be and that kind of stung. I felt that I was going to need one of those "cry it out" sessions, but then something happened...<br />
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While ordering my sushi, I noticed that they now deliver. This made me so elated, They still may not be in my weekly budget but, I can always use them as a back up to a cry session in a pinch. <br />
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I no longer feel like crying.<br />
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Does that seem normal?<br />
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Who wants to be normal?</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-53191041912156536212015-01-29T08:55:00.001-05:002015-01-29T08:55:42.373-05:00My Morning Deception<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I try to always be honest with the kids, even the hard stuff. I may be guilty of over-sharing in times of stress, but I try to explain why things are the way they are.<br />
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Today, however, I set out to deceive.<br />
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I put extra energy into it.<br />
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My kids know that my income is all we have coming in. If Mom doesn't work, someone goes without something.<br />
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They also know that they are the 2 most important people in my life... and sometimes, they play on that.<br />
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They are both good students and, for the most part, enjoy going to school. They also seek out opportunities to get alone time with Mom.<br />
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Both have missed 2 days of school this year that, in all honesty, could have been avoided. The whole 24 hours without a fever thing came into play, and they also fell on days I was off from work.<br />
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See where I'm going with this?<br />
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Today started as any other. Handsome gets up at 6:30, coughing and sneezing. Eats a sandwich for breakfast and watches some videos after getting dressed.<br />
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I wake Puddin Pop at 7:15. She is "tired and cold" and wants me to check to see if she has a fever.<br />
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That's where my deceptive idea came to mind.<br />
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Rather than having the conversation, for the millionth time, of the importance of going to school, the extra homework NOT going creates, and how it's THEIR job, I chose to deceive.<br />
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I got dressed for work. I wear khakis and a business logo shirt to work so it's obvious where I'm headed.<br />
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They would never ask to stay home, when I have to work, unless they absolutely HAD to.<br />
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I finished getting them fed, dressed and out the door...<br />
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and then changed back into my lounge clothes.<br />
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I'm off today.<br />
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What deceptions have you been guilty of?<br />
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Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-89612917474948605252015-01-06T10:42:00.003-05:002015-01-06T10:45:22.558-05:00Hob Nob Wicked Red is Wicked Good<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I saw this over Christmas Break and just knew that I could not pass it up. </div>
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I look for wine everywhere I go. This treasure happened to scream to me at one of my local 7-11's while getting the kids some hot chocolate. Don't judge, Treasures can be found almost anywhere. </div>
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I had to try it. </div>
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One of the<a href="http://www.momeneedswine.com/2009/03/hob-nob-shiraz-wine-review.html" target="_blank"> first collaborated wine reviews</a> I did was on a Hob Nob Shiraz. I haven't really noticed anything on the shelves from them in quite some time, PLUS. this label is kinda awesome.</div>
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The wine did not disappoint.<br />
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Deep Violet Red in color and seemingly thick in the glass.<br />
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A nose of blackberries, cherry, pepper and tobacco.<br />
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Palate reveals a medium bodied, well-balanced combination of blackberries, cherries and dark roast coffee and pepper.<br />
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Not Disappointed<br />
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Pic and info from the Hob Nob website...<br />
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If you come across this, <b>buy it. </b><br />
Since it's after Halloween, don't be surprised if the label is different from the one I bought. <br />
I can't honestly say that I would have bought the traditional bottle on that particular occasion. <br />
This one totally caught my eye<br />
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Cheers!</div>
Rachele Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17952887332484809634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823943460314688242.post-50080268594159161222014-10-05T11:52:00.000-04:002014-10-05T11:53:10.228-04:00Shredded Pork Tacos and Apothic Dark~ Recipe and Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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With a frozen Pork Shoulder calling my name from the freezer, this is what I came up with.</div>
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I'm NOT disappointed.</div>
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I put this 8 pound butt, completely frozen. into the crock pot and covered with my Dad's secret rub. It's a mixture of spices that I won't even try to figure out. You can season however you like best. A homemade taco seasoning (or even a few purchased packets) will work fine</div>
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Because the frozen pork was just slightly too big to allow the cover to fit on, I covered with foil until it became thawed enough to manipulate and properly cover.</div>
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I cooked on HIGH for 12 hours and then turned it to LOW overnight. Cooking time was right at 24 hours.</div>
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I trimmed all the fat off the top and transferred meat to a container to shred.</div>
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I loosely shredded with tongs and a fork. I added more of Dad's Magic along with miced onion and some garlic powder. I added back in the juices from the crock pot and tasted along the way to get the flavor just right.</div>
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Then there was This...</div>
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I must admit, I've been a fan of Apothic since my first sip of <a href="http://www.momeneedswine.com/2010/07/apothic-red-2008-review.html" target="_blank">Apothic Red</a> back in 2010.</div>
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Last year I was sent a bottle Of Apothic Dark, after tasting it, I purchased a case before it was all gone.</div>
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This year I was sent another bottle of this limited release, and am hoping there are still some bottles left when I can afford to purchase another case.</div>
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The wine is full of dark berry, dark chocolate and coffee flavor (all my favorite things)</div>
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It is full bodied with a lingering finish. It also went GREAT with the Tacos.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">About Apothic</span></b></div>
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<b><i>In the cellar, the grapes for Apothic Dark were fermented at a maximum of 90* to increase the extraction of dark jammy fruit characteristics. Fermentation occurred in temperature-controlled cone-sweep and upright tanks for up to seven days. A variety of yeasts were used to bring out unique flavors and features from each lot. Following fermentation, the wine was influenced by a variety of oak to add complexity and enhance the coffee and dark chocolate flavors.</i></b></blockquote>
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