This month has been a very trying month for me. First, all the sudden there is an uproar about moms wearing yoga pants, then there was a measles outbreak at Disneyland and the whole country went crazy and finally, the movie “50 Shades of Grey” came out in theaters and people POUNCED. I try really hard to remain neutral because I’m a blogger and I often have to represent both sides in my social media freelance work but when posts get completely overwhelming like they have been, I take a different approach: I leave social media altogether. No one in my real life is going to bring up these controversial topics and if they do, it’s with a mutual agreement that we love and care about each enough to empathize, respect and stop before feelings get hurt. Guess what? Posts on the internet that make money off of people viewing and sharing them aren’t too concerned about people’s feelings getting hurt. There are the few gems but let’s face it, anything you read in a blog should be taken in with a grain of salt. And I’m a blogger. I can say that.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,600 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.
As I was driving down the highway a few weekends ago, I realized people were flying past me. It was 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning. The skies were sunny and bright blue. The weather was pleasant for a cold fall day. My cruise control was set about 4 mph over the speed limit and still, people are swerving and passing me like there was an emergency. Not just a car here or there, literally everyone. I was in the slow lane even!
It really made me wonder. Read the rest of this entry
Can you believe I actually managed to have a post every single day for 30 days? It’s been hard. Hard in the good way though. I am actually sitting here a week before this post will be scheduled putting this together. That’s the best part. This challenge has taught me so much about time management and where I can pull focus from to get things done.
Who knew that coming of age maturity was part of a fun little blogging challenge? ha! Read the rest of this entry
This post is Day 27 for National Blog Posting Month on Blogher.
Recently I talked about my seventh wedding anniversary. To celebrate, Princess Daddy and I went to dinner downtown and then to a Bruno Mars concert. It was romantic and sexy and awesome. It was a great way to spend an adult evening out.
For our anniversary, there were no flowers. There were no diamonds. There wasn’t even a card. We aren’t into that kind of stuff. We rarely buy gifts for each other.
Example: Two years ago, we bought a dishwasher for our anniversary. We don’t even remember going out to dinner. Just a dishwasher. (But let me tell you just how awesome that dishwasher is. We didn’t have one at all before. We hand washed everything. The doctor said “twins” and both of us immediately thought of a dishwasher. Ha. We are a match made in heaven.)
So this year, it should be no surprise that our anniversary gift to each other was… New pots and pans! Read the rest of this entry
Please note, while my blog has always been PG13, this post may contain graphic or offensive language. Because this piece is in regards to a powerful and very painful memory, these extreme words are in my opinion the best way to describe the moments. Three years ago, not much longer after Orange’s first birthday, my world came crashing down.
My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.
I remember holding her tight. Hugging her and telling her how strong she is and how we’d be there every step of the way. I meant every word I said. I didn’t shed a tear as I held onto her shoulders, inhaling her sweet perfume and being met with all her hair. I knew life wasn’t going to be the same. But there was no way God was taking my mom.
As we drove away, Princess Daddy was silent. And as soon as we accelerated up the hill, safely out of sight and being sure my weakness was hidden, I slowly started sobbing. Cancer. Shit. Cancer isn’t a joke. It’s not just nothing. It’s cancer. The C word. I cried the rest of the way home. Orange climbed up on my lap soon after we got back and just patted my cheeks. I held her so tight it must have been hard to breathe. Read the rest of this entry
Since today happens to be an American holiday, I could think of no better way to celebrate #ThrowbackThursday Here are several photos from my first Fourth of July as a momma. (Oh my gosh, look at that adorable little baby… Melt my heart! She grew up WAYYY too fast.)
Princess Mommy July 2008
Orange July 2010 (She always made such funny faces.)
Princess Daddy, Orange and Princess Mommy July 2010