Realality Television and the Snap of the American Brain

We did the whole world become so fascinated it the mundane. The real of housewives of I don't give a shit, The I can't find a wife/husband without tv. Or How about those wonderful chefs who cant have a decent word come out of their mouths. I am your target addiunece and I can't stand all the crap on your television show. I have taken my dogs walking,,I don't care who sings the best, or who did whom, and I certainly don't care if she/he crys when the answer is no.

Sorry housewives, I have a husband, kinda like him and he helps out, and you are right I don't drive a porsche, and hang out at bars, I did that once. I was a trashy biker then.
What happened to televisions, now you bore me wtih deaths i figure out before you, and I sleep way too much.

The band needs to slip off and smack the crap outta someone cause we need to be woke up...

Now were cooking with Power

My mom never cooked, or rather she never cooked well. She tried, but living in a house with a professional baker made it hard. Living with a perfectionist who drank to much made it harder. I love my dad, he taught me how to bake, how to knead bread, to put all you had into cooking.
He also told me I was a girl, and should only want to be a nurse. I was a good nurse, lousy wife. I spent half my life wishing I was a boy, and the other half, acting like I had Ba..s of steel. I didn't by the way, but what i have learned of late, is I have no will power. I may still think I have those steel objects but I don't have the ability to do anything about them. Its hard a trip down self-reflection, but everyone has to make it at some point, I choose now. I choose to not keep things I will never fix, never finish, or just aint gonna do.
I love to cook, but if you tell me you hate something, I don't change it, I quit. I love smoothies. I do, I love them, and want to drink them. All the time.
My sweetie tolerates them, and me most days. But I quit making them, because he did not like them. I don't do new years resolutions, I break them all of them, I never lost that 20 pounds, said no to that last donut, or took back my life, but I think I am going to. I think I am going to do it one baby step at a time. I am getting back the steel items, and I am going to learn to use them

I think stuffed mushrooms, and rice green peppers just went back on the menu... baby steps, next it will be the 20 pounds and no..:)

Bruschetta Baquettes and Ravioli

I love Bruschetta. I love to go out and eat it at a fancy restaurant. But with the economy the way it is today, it’s become less of an option. So I decided to try it at home. It turns out my whole family loves this recipe.




6 Roma tomatoes

1 bunch (6) green onions

Fresh basil

Pesto seasoning

Salt & pepper to taste


I have been mixing in other tomatoes to change up the flavor,
Very interesting concept. It keeps the world guessing,

After chopping, not blending or anything else, just me and a knife
I mix all the ingredient with a little bit of virgin olive oil,
Then spread over a slice of baquette bread, a little cheese, heTed so
So slightly and them into your mouth....oh I am now hungry, off to find
A baquette..


Oregano leaves

Random moments in my day

I was not there
But I did see,
But what you took was not from me

I was not there 
But i did see

The pain you caused was not to me

I was once there 
And did not see

For what you took was from me

I once was there
And I refused to see

The pain you were causing all to me

You are there
And you refuse to see

You prefer to blame it on ones like me

You are there
And you will see

The price for what you are doing is not free

There are hundreds of parents who are in one way or another stealing the life 
From their children, whether it is making them grow up too fast, abuse
Making them witness abuse, neglect abandonment, trust fraud and someday
Somehow we must learn to stand up for the child, no child left behind.

Sometimes its the child, but sometimes its you

There is a three year old girl lying upstairs in her bed, or stomping across her floor, who has learned if she throws a fit, her mommy will make it ok. But what is OK? Is it okay for her to get into objects which will cause her harm? If she is getting in bigger trouble for her behaviors then is it okay at all?
Many times in today's world you hear about children who are doing horrible, horrible things. Shootings at school, kidnapping and killing, torture, and I sometimes think, what horrible children.
But sometimes when I am at a store, and the child throws the fit, and mommy gives in, instead of making a scene, then I wonder, who is at fault.
If the parents of some of the children, were more connected, took their doors off, took away the computer, didn't make it all ok for them, perhaps they would have learned better ways to keep themselves occupied.
In 1992, 2 10 year-old boys took a 2 year-old child, tortured and killed hhim. Where were the parents of these boys, as they spent hours torturing this boy? And becasue they are children, we make it all ok. They get new names so they don't have to face people who hate them for what they did, but if they are bad, they go back to jail. One already has.

Guilt and the Parent

  Parental Guilt is such a horrible painful sight. It eats at us. It makes us question the choices we are making, how good of a parent we are,  makes us grumpy and everyone miserable.


  For those of you who know me personally, you know I have spent the last 2 weeks in the heat of Las Vegas. I have nothing against the sun, but the dry desert heat is not what I would call a vacation. Good thing, this isn't my vacation.
  I am helping my brother babysit his daughter. I offered my help when I found his wife was on bedrest. The doctor put her on bedrest as she is trying to have their second child early, much too early. She is at 31 weeks, and she has been having contractions for the last 2 months. The doctor put her on medication, told her to go to bed, and to stay put. She has made three trips to the emergency room since then.

  My adopted mom has been babysitting all week long for the previous 5 weeks, then going to work all weekend long. My brother works all week long, 12+ hour days, and then comes home and helps take care of his daughter and wife. My mom was worn out, my brother stressed out.

  So I came down to help, its what family does. My sister-in-law like all mothers, is feeling guilty. She isn’t cooking, cleaning and taking care of her family, therefore she must not be doing her job. Right? Wrong!! How is it we as mothers feel so guilty when we can’t do what we believe is our job. My brother continues to be stressed as my sister-in-law wants him take all the work off my shoulders the minute he gets home, so I am not overworked. She feels bad, I had to leave my family and come to take care of her family.

  I understand, I have been on bed rest, I couldn’t take care of my family, I felt worthless, lazy and guilty. It is my opinion the guilt bone needs to be removed from the bed ridden parent. If we could remove that bone, that single little bone, then perhaps we would find it easier to get well, take care of ourselves, and by doing so, take better care of our families.

The Blind Kitty

I have a little kitten. She is actually a cat now. She is completely blind. As a kitten, she got sick, her eyes swelled up huge and almost popped out of her head. I took her to the vet, he gave her medicine twice, she never got better and then when he realized she was blind, he said we should just have her put down, she was very young, tiny and undersized. He said she would never have a good quality of life. He should see her now. She catches birds out of the air, mice are fun toys and she navigates 3 backyards fearlessly.


Are you wondering why I seem to be obsessing on a fairly happy and healthy cat? It’s easy. If I had put her down, if I had listened when they said it was impossible, I would not have such a little ball of fun. My son, 15 has Aspergers Syndrome. He is a horrible child sometimes. Angry, aggressive and very frustrated, and frustrating. He challenges every fact, he is what he is. I am learning like my kitten how to navigate the bomb field called my sons life. His stepmom told him to leave her home October 29, 2009 and to not come back until his attitude had changed. He does not plan on going back ever. But just when you think all is lost, he crawls into bed with you and snuggles and says I love you, and we are all navigating the backyard fearlessly.

My daughter is 13, she is stocky, not fat just not twig thin like her sister. She is seeking self confidence through boys, and peer approval. I am hoping it doesn’t break her. She does not see what a wonderful joy she is. I love it when she laughs, dances and sings her way through my house. Her thoughts though beg her to get into trouble. She developed very early, so she has a 13 year old brain and an 18 year old body. I just smile and tug at her shirt and we are again, navigating.

Funny how life is, forcing you to wander along, searching, then finding and looking for more sanity. If I had listened to the doctors, my son would be in an institution and drugged into submission and I would miss the moments. Baby girl would not be here, she would have been vacuumed from my body, and left, for health reasons of course. I would miss watching her beauty and laughter.

Sometimes I think in the end we are all navigating the moments of our lives, looking out for the sharp rocks which would cut our feet to shreds.