Thursday, June 21, 2012


Hey there gang,

I am back from my lengthy vacay and ready to blog again.  While I checked out from the blog world,  my life went to hell in a hand basket and raising children turned increasingly mind numbing as it was gratifying. 

First, I started this blog to prepare and survive turning 30.  I am now way into 31 and have survived thus far. 

In the way of fresh starts, I want to become a better person to include mother, spouse, and friend.  I also as you know need to work on loving myself and my body in order to remain my husband's wife and children's mother. 

I decided to freshen the look with some blue ( not my favorite shade, but it sure is fresh?)
I am not changing the name because I remain true to my original inspiration.  The old about me definition did have to go, though.
Here is my new definition of myself.

By day, I am a Licensed Certified Social Worker (LCSW) that provide groups and private therapy to the mass surrounding the Ruleville, MS area.  By night, I pose as a fearless leader that is able to educate, steer, motivate, and rescue at moments notice to a spouse, 3 young ins, and a pesky mutt.  These roles often leave me confused, hopeless, helpless, inspired, and constantly fearful.  I blog to better record and process my life because time flies when your holding on tight and begging for mercy!

What do you think?  Do you ever feel like it is time to ramp up life and begin again?


 ( I mean all the typos and disasters)

Thursday, September 29, 2011


This Tuesday the re-release of Nirvana's Nevermind hit the music
scene.  I, like a nerd, listened to Satellite Radio's interviews and tracks related to the band all weekend!

My favorite Nirvana song was originally a B-Side to the iconic
"Smells like Teen Spirit"
Now, It will proudly rests on the re-issue (Yahoo!).

The Song:


The Reason:

Because it reminds me of dancing with my BFF (all the time and forever).
I know we will be really sexy in the nursing home.
It is the best song to pull over on the side of a dirt road and head bang too.

To all the BFF's out there and to all of your tunes.


Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Fight Club

Recently, the family vacation on the coast has been a hot group topic.
I longed to escape from the the reality of G'wood
and relax on the warm beaches of 'Bama.

Unfortunately, The Hubie and I started one of many lets face the dislikes and concerns
that avoidance has been the prescription for at home.

Yea, This married couple broke out the boxing gloves for World War 2011!

That is right guys.  The Hubie and I fight.  Not often but with passion and with vengeance.
Always have. 

We fight to release frustration, insecurities, resentment, and self pity.

We fight with anger, frustration, fear, worry, and hope. 

We started this fight club from the moment we hit the condo.  We felt heartbreak, love, and exhaustion and we survived.

I don't know how the argument started or what the fight was about. 

The highlight was when we had made up then started back at it in the parking garage of the condo.  I was standing up and finger pointing like a sick scene from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf.

When another couple walked up and said to Hank, "I see your wrong again (laughing)".  Embarrassed, I hid quickly to listen as they explained to Hank that they had been married for 35 yrs.  This couple told him that the fights would decrease in intensity over the years but hopefully the the communication and passion would remain.  They walked off holding hands and providing hope that one day we will be too old for this shit.  Hank and I decide to make up!

In honor of this horrible story.  I will share three brief previous fight stories that trigger laughter to us now.  The Hubie can be a real asshole sometimes but his stories are his to tell. 
These are me showing my ass!

1.  When we were dating and out in downtown G'ville we got in a fight while walking to the car that
happened to be parked in front of the police station ( Tequila was involved).  I was refusing to drive and yelling.  Hank said to stop because the cops would accuse him of attacking me.  I then yelled because I thought this was stupid..... Knock, Knock on the window.  "ma'am, is this man hurting you?"... "oh, no"...."Sir, I think you are and want to take you in right now".... "oh, no officer he was not (embarrassed)"... "I have my eyes on you buddy"... REALLY, REALLY!

2.  We were fighting in my bedroom at my mom's house about the fears related to having a baby and if when could do it.  As I bounce up and down on the bed  (of course yelling with my hands).... The bed broke and fell dramatically to the floor in which my mother runs up stairs and probably thought we were making whoopee or something!  Yea, don't you wish I was your catch!

3.  As a very pregnant girl, I finally stopped waiting tables to stay at home, study, and prepare for this upcoming change.  I decide in the first week to be a good house wife and make dinner for when my spouse came home at midnight.  I choose quesadillas.  I burned one, then two, and then on and on...Hank walked in the middle of the burning.  I don't know how it was his fault, but it was.  As I yelled and cried.  Hank picked me up and carried me to bed.  He tucked me in and will never let me live down that rush of hormones for the rest of my life.

I guess if we survived that then we have more to come and more memories to make!

P.S. I really do love The Hubie despite these events!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Happy B-Day To You!

My Middle and Most Precious turned 6 yesterday!
She ate her way through the day proving that she is bound and determined to not be little Lucy
I asked her what she wanted for her birthday breakfast (her favorite meal).
She order waffles and fried eggs over easy.
Her wish was my command.
I treated the kids to Waffle House take out to include an all star
breakfast for the Lucy.
(She finished off all the eggs and the waffle before school.)
She went to school (ate cheese sticks and a goody bag of candy), to dance class (a sucker),
and to soccer (some Now n Laters and a Gatorade).
Then she went home to play with her new Barbies and eat dinner and to top off the rest of the all star breakfast.
God lover, six is a hungry age.
Happy birthday Lucy!
She wanted a pancake breakfast birthday party. Lets hope kids show at ten in the morning!
Am I the only dead beat that wants to sleep in?

Friday, September 23, 2011

Clips on Friday!

Its that wonderful time of the year.....

It's Sunny in Philly Time!

Sitting down and watching television is not an option for me often

But I always make time for Sunny in Philly!

I missed the first episode this season.

(cried a little)

However, last night I made time.

I was not my favorite episode but I look forward to some gang time.

My favorite character is Charlie (because he looks like The Hubie)

So here are some good Charlie clips!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Gram Time

Gram Needs Some Time!

I often post pictures of the girls and share funny stories related to raising a toddler.
In the mix, Gram gets lost.

My personality clashes with Gram due to similarities.
In fact, I was told by medical and mental health professionals
to allow Hank to be the leader in the parenting of my
oldest and most precious. 

Although I wanted to wring his neck last night, I admit that he got lots of family attention on vacation.
He deserved it.

He was helpful with his sisters, jealousy free, and quite enjoyable to be around.
(Other than his intense fear of jellyfish and "landsharks"....Thank you Dorothy)

The go carts might have been the key factor in sweetness, but
I believe his man trip to early morning fish
with Captain Mike was a memory he will cherish in
( Keep in mind Gram hates any food "from the sea"!)

Gram with Granpaw. He wants to be as far from that fish as possible.
Gram caught that red fish though.

 Getting brave!

More interested in the boat than the fishing I bet!

 The Haul!

Gram took these pictures of the cookout later that night.
Notice the steaks due to Gram refusing a bite of his catch!

How exciting it was for The Hubie and The Oldest the
feed the family through time spent with three generations of
Pantin men.