Nothing tops off a challenging day like trying to leave work and the key fob is dead. I couldn’t get into my car. Crap! I had to call my husband because he showed me once, months ago, how to bypass the key fob. Oh right…I should have remembered. Damn, there goes the alarm. A very loud, attention-getting alarm.
One of the dispatchers came over to help. Then a driver came to lend a hand. The dispatcher suggests putting the key, which is in the fob for emergencies, in the door. I know I’m kinda car stupid, but that won’t work. This car had doors that looked shaved, so there is no key or code entry on them.
We finally found the secret-squirrel access. My husband sucks at giving step-by step directions. Saying, “now look on the top” can mean so many part in the trunk. We didn’t look where he originally tried to explain where the latch was. Alarm resounds. Woo hoo that’s twice. So obnoxious is my alarm.
Dispatcher opens fob, wipes something off and I can use it again. Need to replace FOB battery ASAP.
Want an anti-theft car? Caddies are the way to go apparently. It even gives you a message when you finally start it…
Most of you know I have a very forward-thinking, original 10-year old daughter. That being said, yesterday she surprised me with a note she had written when she had downtime in class.
Like many preteens, as a parent I know nothing. Many situations are met with eye rolls and exasperated sighs. She’s developing a healthy dose of sarcasm for her retorts to questions (not sure if I am happy or scared).
I will premise the letter stating she has always been a phonetic speller. I’m happy with diligent work, she is improving. When I first read the letter, I was crying (from laughing so hard).
For those of you who don’t read phonetics, here’s the translation:
I’m so sorry for fighting with you so much because I’m going through my hormones stuff and it is not a good thing at all right now. I’m just sad that’s all Mom!
I really didn’t mean to burst her bubble but she has no idea how good she truly has it. I mean after all, she’ll be receiving her monthly “friend” in the near future and then I bet she truly will understand what “not good” means.
I love she drew the both of us. She apologizes and I graciously forgive her. She hasn’t been that bad, normal kid stuff, but I appreciate the effort she put into this.
I know I’m an awful mom. Sharing a private letter with the world. I see a child in touch with her feelings, acknowledging poor behavior and using her manners. I can’t have failed that much as a parent, right? I’ve got a few years yet before she tells how I’ve ruined her life and all that, but for now, I’ll take these adorable apologies and remind myself what a good kid I have.
Reblog: Originally posted on, A Momma’s View.
I’ve had conversations about this very topic with a lot of people. I have several breastfeeding mom friends. They go through an awful time when they are in public.
I shared this blog post because one, I have seen and I LOVE the bad-ass breastfeeding momma in the picture.
I also want to say, if you have a problem with a mother, in the USA, breastfeeding her child, please note:
- What you would do in her situation is irrelevant (nurse in the car, use a blanket, seek out a discreet location).
- You DO NOT have a right to intimidate the mother and make her feel wrong about nursing in public because your beliefs, upbringing or whatever else doesn’t agree with her decision doesn’t count.
- Know it’s a Federal law and breastfeeding women are a protected class; including in the work-place.
- If you’re worried about your young children witnessing breastfeeding, use it as a teaching opportunity that this is how mammals (including humans) feed their children and it’s OK.
- If you still have a problem with it, Shut-up or Get up (and leave the area-quietly)
I support those mothers who acknowledge their children need to eat and do the responsible thing and feed them, when they need to be fed; on the child’s schedule, not the public’s.
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I seriously wonder what’s wrong with people. Why is it a problem to breastfeed in public? Why do people get offended by it? If you don’t want to see it then just don’t look! Turn your head and don’t look!
It’s the most natural thing in life. I don’t believe that mothers want to shock people, that they want to find a way to show their boobs. They just feed their babies.
Why do you think people feel offended by public breastfeeding?
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I’m becoming discouraged that January 2016 has me saying goodbye to singers and actors who have passed. This has been less than a stellar month for those who have said farewell to the Earthly plain have have descended to the Heavens.
Today, Glenn Frey, one of the founding Eagles, has also left “us” at the tender age of 67. I love listening to the Eagles. “Desperado” was the first Eagles song I can remember. “Take It Easy”, “Lyin’ Eyes”, “Hotel California” are just a snippet of their songs.
If you haven’t read about his passing, you can do so here.
My first, true experience with Glenn Frey, turning a teen into a fan, was a little movie called, “Beverly Hills Cop” where the “Heat is On”.
Then there was a little television show called, “Miami Vice”. You know that show had drug dealers left and right. Perfect to sing about “The Smuggler’s Blues”. Glenn even appeared in an episode (maybe it was two).
Either way, Glenn was a talented artist and he will be missed by many.
Originally posted on It’s Good To Be Crazy Sometimes. She’s in a contest, where you can vote daily. Please take a moment, click the link and cast you’re vote.
Random Act of Kindness never hurt anyone. Won’t you help a fellow blogger out?
Have you ever written something you weren’t sure you wanted to share? Perhaps the mere exercise in writing was what you were really after?
I wrote a piece recently that I was on the fence about posting. After posting it and giving it some time, I decided it would best if I removed it. I didn’t receive any negative comments or anything, it’s just it was such a personal piece that I think it’s just better stored to my flash drive then available for the viewing audience.
I carry my flash drive with me everywhere I go. Reason being, is for something just like this. I want to keep my written thoughts, just not always on WP.
Has anyone else done this?
With the rising cost of meat, I do my best to never pay more than $3.00/lb for meat. Growing up, I despised pot roast because my mother cooked in a gravy and was very fatty. Gravy and mayonnaise are my arch-enemies in the food world.
I have conceded that in order to keep a variety of options available for my family’s dinner needs, I would make pot roast for them. If they would just agree to be vegetarian, it would help so much. There are so many choices. Alas, I digress.
With pot roast, you can season it and just put it in the crock and be done with it. I will actually quarter potatoes, add sliced carrots (and celery if I have it) to the bottom of the pot. I lightly season the veggies with a bit of salt and pepper.
I then season the roast, on both sides with salt, pepper, onion and garlic powders. I prefer to sear the meat on both sides before adding it to the crock pot to begin its slow cooking journey. The searing is a completely optional step. I don’t always do it, but when I have the time, I do.
Set the roast on top of the veggies. I had a cup or two of homemade vegetable stock. I rarely use chicken or beef stock. Making veggie stock from scratch guarantees me it’s gluten-free. With preparing the pot roast this way, it doesn’t cook in a gravy, but I can use the drippings to make a gravy, should some be requested.
Add the lid, set the timer on low for about 5-6 hours (depending on size of roast). When you return home, the house will smell wonderful and dinner and the side dish is done. A nice salad would compliment this dish, but again, it’s optional.
It’s been a year since The Pink Herald was born. It’s still a fledling blog, but I think it’s time for a custom logo to go with the uniqueness of my musings. A friend of mine has volunteered to try to make my simple vision into a realistic drawing that I can use.
I have decided whatever logo comes to represent my blog, will in turn, represent my latest cause that will one day become a non-profit. The program is still very much in its infant stage, but I’m hoping by the end of 2016 to see it at least enter the toddler stage. If you’d like to know more about this program, dedicated to my sister’s memory, please follow its growth on Facebook: Kathi Cares Program.
If you are so inclined, I’d be grateful for a share or two so more people can learn about a sister’s mission to help cancer patients feel like they haven’t been forgotten.
Originally posted on Kindnessblog.com. I’ve been there and learning to accept help from strangers is humbling, to say the least. A little kindness goes a long way.
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This is something I witnessed years ago, but I like to remember it whenever I feel like people are too judgmental or what not.
So I was taking the bus home from university and it passes right by the social services building where I live. This woman with a tiny baby in one of those carry seats gets on. She doesn’t look great. Thin. Possibly hasn’t showered or changed her clothes recently. And she’s alternating between angry and upset.
An older woman asked if she was okay and the woman shared how she had left her home town to come to the city to get help because her ex was abusive and a drug abuser. She’d gone to social services to try and get help because she had nothing and no one, and had just run out of formula for her baby. (Hence the upset) But whomever she spoke with…
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The worst part of resuming workouts, by returning to the gym or otherwise, is learning all the places your body can sweat from. Ugggh! I can take sore muscles, wobbly legs, flushed cheeks, water cravings, but I hate being sweaty.
Oh well, I guess it’s worth it in the end.