Thursday, March 19, 2009


I went for another walk today while at work. This wasn't an OCD walk. I was a furious, storming dash.

You see while at work unprepared for any visitors, AUNTIE FLOW, decides to drop by. She is quite bothersome. I love my children in all but I wish this relative would just disintegrate when childbearing was done. I know there is a lot more involved hormones are need through out the rest of my years. Truthfully, I 've had enough of those too, I'll save ya that rant. Oh, and isn't is the hormones that start it all sending notices of fatigue, aches, mad chocolate cravings.

Good ole auntie, had sent a few of those memos. I was aware she was coming for a visit. But my heck, woman ring the doorbell! Don't barge in and expect to be taken care of.

Yes I was unprepared, at work. My two co-workers were of no help, one pregnant and the other in menopause. Yep, hormones and hot flashes are a flyin' here today, watch out!

So outside I go. Out into sunshine non the less. Are ya feelin' my pain, uh maybe frustration, I saw the sun but didn't care today. Clinched inside mentally and clinching the "TP" that is entertaining dear ole auntie I rush to the store across the street.

I walk past the Easter candies.... why not I deserve it. Searching for my favorite solid chocolate cadbury mini eggs, ooh once I found them in DARK CHOCOLATE. Ah ha there they are , individual size bags. I grab three, one for me, and one for my two co-workers. After all they do have to work with me today.

Proceed to the toiletry isle to find some party favors, goodies, what ever you call them. Today's choice was "super". I haven't had to use these since I had the IUD placed 2+yrs ago. Before the IUD the party favors were served up three at a time in" super plus size", Ouch!. So the threat of needing a super ragged me, arghh.

On my way to the registrar I pass a huge barrel full of the ten ounce sized mini eggs. Screw the individual ones, good thing the barrel wasn't full of the 1 lb size. Then, I 'd have to do some OCD walking.

Party favors to satisfy ole auntie and chocolate for me, back to work. Oh, hey the sun is out, sigh and smile. I just love the sunshine. Grateful I was able to dash across the street to remedy the situation. I could never of been a pioneer. Those women must of had some tricks up their sleeves or some" boy (girl) scout" motto to survive by.

P.S. the mini eggs are really good frozen and can easily be hidden from the other chocolate ragging thieves in your homes, none of which have cycles. Lil is only 3.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009


Sunshine always there, patiently waiting to warm, uplift and teach me with its out reaching rays. Often, obscured by clouds and storms, we can't see the rays or feel them but they are there. At rapid paces I go through out the day without even looking up and acknowledging its wanting presence. It wants to be with me, showing me the brightness of life.

I had the opportunity of taking a walk on my lunch break today. Something that I do often (exercise OCD). The sun was out shining down on me and everyone else, it felt good and brought me happiness. The presence of the suns rays were magnified by my walking companion. A dear friend, bestest friend ever, took time out from her busy day to meet me and walk with me. As we talked, hardly ever just chat, at length of our thoughts and struggles I am brought to an awareness of the beauty of friendship. This dear friend is much like the sunshine always there, patiently waiting, warming, uplifting and always teaching and reaching, listening( I like to think the sun listens to us in some cosmic sort of way).

So grateful for the many rays of sunshine ever present in my sphere, some rays are more penitrating at times others are soft and sublte each rasing me through the moments of life.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Cake(s) of the Month

Since St. Patricks Day is right around the corner, tomorrow.I decided to share with y'all two of the most green cakes that I have made.

This cake is probably the family favorite. I made this cake for Riley. At the time he was in love with chameleons. He has since move on to soccer and girls.

Sad to say, we even went through two pet chameleons. They are a very delicate reptile. So was this cake. So much fun to make though.

Went for something a little bit easier.

This fun little gem was made for Milo. Much like Riley he loves all animals, reptiles, and critters as we call them all.

Don't be afraid to try and sculpt a cake. After all it is just cake. If you mess up I am sure the kids will still eat it.
Just recently I browsed through the ACE of CAKES web site. A friend at work showed it to me. Wow, some real talent there.
My cakes are just frosting and occasional candies. I am thinking the fondant and gum paste stuff looks fun. Might investigate it before the summer birthdays roll around. I am a little nervous that if it works out well I might get hooked on it.
Remember to get up early and make green eggs, green pancakes, and green milk for your kids St. Patty's celebration.

Friday, March 13, 2009


I say success not to be prideful, but to help other working mothers know that each little extra moment other than feeding, bathing, homework, car pooling, grocery shopping,laundry, cleaning etc... is an amazing event. I rake myself over coals for not playing with them or giving each one of them( the two that want it) my full attention when I get home.

Often when I arrive home my youngest two clamor me. "Mommy, mommy.mommy." I do love it. I just need a moment ,to take a breath when I get home and assess what needs to be done, who needs to be doing it.

Yep take charge, that's me! Just ask my 17 3/4 year old, almost 18, who I am having a hard time letting make his own choices. Anyway, I had a success yesterday.

Punching out from work at 7pm, I felt a little strained, long day and the night before Milo and Lil' ( the so called little ones) had ventured into our bed leaving me and my hubby deprived of sleep( not whining just stating the facts) . I am sure many of you know exactly where I am coming from. As the residual sunshine from the day linger I think to myself, " go walk around the hospital block and enjoy the sun and clear sky." " Maybe I shouldn't, I've been gone 10 hrs, ought to get home". The go for a walk voice won. It was a wonderfully, awesome, relaxing walk. I called a friend( librafury, as seen on my blog roll, check her out) and had a great visit.

I had a few moments while at work to put my make up on, always a plus. Feeling a little homely lately so want to look presentable to my hubby when I got home.

Into the house I go. "Ummm... what is that smell." In the kitchen hubby is cooking salmon one of my favorites. The side dish Mac-n-Cheese, not so favorite. Now feeling even more relieved that I don't have to decide what to cook, let a lone cook it, or do the dishes while cooking dinner.

Whoosh here we go! Loves, homework, did help finish the mac-n-cheese and set the table, dinner, visit. Dad reads a passage from the author Sinclaire Babbits book, the title escapes me. He likes to offer secular knowledge to the children, so the scriptures were skipped but hey ,we were together. Which is hard to come by with a age stretched family.

Lil' is slowly fading, close to 9pm and no nap today. Wait I need cuddles and loves, so on goes the PJ's and give allergy meds." Should we read a story or just sing a song." I pick out book. She was sleepy but excited to have a story especially if it includes princesses and fairies. What other story would I read to a "totally princess" little girl. I put her in bed and climb in with her, it was a tad bit short for me, still in a toddler bed. We were together and bed seemed to be holding me.

The book, " Mommy do Princesses Wear Hiking boots?" Now, wide awake and ready for more. Two more books follow, "Molly's Wish" and "Fairies". I even topped it off with a song "I am a Child of God", one of the little ones favorites. Most likely because that is what I sing to them at bed time, that's if they are actually awake when I put them in bed. Song done we cuddle and look at the night lamp reflecting on the wall.

"Now, don't cry. Yes, I am talking to you, the reader." Lil' turns to me and out of the blue a big kiss on the cheek and this is the best part, "Mommy you're pretty." Awe... what a precious little girl. I was so filled with love. I cuddled her till she fell asleep. It didn't take long.

Being so overwhelmed with Lil's response, off to get Milo.

"Milo, time for bed. Come on I'll read you a book." I grab three.

Up the stairs and into bed. "Say your prayers"

"Heavenly Fader." Not sure where the accent comes from. Lil' has one too, but different.

Grab your tissue. "Please bless that Mommy can sleep good, Daddy can sleep good, Riley can sleep good, Tommy can sleep good and Lily to sleep good. Heavenly Fader, Amen!"


In to Milo's bed I go with three books, "Where the Wild Things Are", "No, David!" and "Mommy Can I Have a Stegosaurus?"

"We are gonna read three books?"


We laughed and laughed at the stegosaurus holding Christmas list. He had the biggest cheesy grin as he and the little boy told Santa about the forgotten item on his list.

Cuddles, books now done.

"Mommy, sing me "I am a Child of God." I am glad he didn't ask for a stegosaurus.

"You know, Milo, your Daddy is awesome. If he hadn't done the dishes, fixed dinner and helped you finish homework I wouldn't have read you those books. He is awesome, huh?"

"Ya, except he swears a lot!"

Out of the mouth of babes.

I am a child of God,
And he has sent me here,
Has given me an earthly home
With parents kind and dear.


Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with him someday

I am a child of God,
And so my needs are great;
Help me to understand his words
Before it grows too late.


I am a child of God.
Rich blessings are in store;
If I but learn to do his will
I'll live with him once more.


I am a child of God. I cannot deny it. So blessed by Him, with a loving husband and beautiful children and little moments of success that get me through the day.

These moments are hard to come by sometimes. I have to stop and let the dishes wait, let the laundry go unfolded, skip a exercise workout, etc...

So, stop. Stop trying to get everything done and have a moment of success.

I thank God for all my dear friends who are striving to get through it all as well. May God bless.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Little moments of our time

Lil' wanted a picnic. It was awfully windy outside, so we did it inside. As you can see it was a choice meal. Lil's choice that is. Peanut butter and honey sandwiches, apple sauce and fruit snack. Earlier that day Lil' had watched a Blues Clues video that taught how to make newspaper hats. I vividly remember making these for Tommy and his friend at age three. Lil' and cousin Lexie had a blast.

Here is our Milo. Here he is wearing his favorite clothing as of late. He has developed a habit of coming home from school and changing in to PJ's, commando to boot. I am grateful he'll still willing to wear his underwear and pants to school.

"I want to dress my self." Opposite of Milo ,Lil' loves clothes especially if it is of her choice. This is Lil' on Saturday, purple tank, my favorite Capital Reef tee, got to love the bright orange leggings'. In addition to the outfit she did her own hair. The entire box of hair clips and barrettes were placed in her hair. Several of her dolls had a similar do'.

In need of a late night snack. Stashed away in the cupboard I found some jiffy pop. It was fun to make popcorn over the stove. There was a lot of shaking going on here.

Shake , shake , shake your booty!

Crazy, huh. We didn't use the microwave. We are such pioneers in the art of popcorn making. It is fun to take jiffy pop camping too.

Yummy! Look what we made. Lil' can't wait to share. Warm and buttery. Are you craving it?

Lots of fun was had last week. I tried hard to share some quality time with the kids. These little moments may look brief, well except for the popcorn popping, but we had fun. I once read that it is the quality time you spend not the quantity. Working full time I often get stress that I am not spending enough time with my little ones. When they get bigger they don't spend their time with Mom, too busy with friends and playing soccer.

I love my kids.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

A force spring clean

Today while preparing dinner I peeled the potato's in to the sink. I know you are all gasping, well maybe if you have an old disposal like us. As I am peeling I am thinking that I shouldn't try to run all these peels in the disposal. As usual I don't listen and totally clog the drain. My efforts to plunge all the scrapings through the disposal were in vain. My hubby had to take of the trap. While doing this he had placed a large bowl under the pipes to catch all the sludge. There was no catching done it was an explosion, hence the forced spring cleaning of the cabinet under the sink.

Sorry, Babe. Thanks for all you do.

Side note: Yesterday my man was listening to music on the computer. On came a song that he had played for me after my father had died. We were just dating then, but pretty seriously. Any whoo.. the song is "Why Worry" by Dire Straits. Again he gave me music this time to heal my pain and sorrow.
Truthfully I hadn't heard this song for a long time so when I heard it yesterday I was filled with memories of my fathers death and the love and comfort my husband had given me. Later that evening I read multiple blog entries of several dear friends. Some of them cause me to have such a deep hurt for them. In to my mind came the words of this song " Why Worry", just ask my friends I am a huge worrier.

I pray for my friends and those who may read this that you may find solace in these words. Love you all.

Why Worry - Dire Straits

Baby I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say
But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into gray

Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Baby when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isn't hard to say
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now