Life and Times of a Mommy(:


Heeeeeeeeey guys!! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long but after staring at a computer all day at work, my eyes are screaming for a break. Plus I’ve also started at a gym so by the time I get home, all I want to do is eat and fall into bed and sleep for years!!! On the plus side, my insurance will kick in, in like 60 something days!! Meaning this girl can get her happy pills!! Woooo!!!

This is what the app icon looks like . I just searched c25k in my app store.

This is what the app icon looks like . I just searched c25k in my app store.

So I’m sure you guys are probably wondering about the title of this post. C25K? What the heck is that?! Well, it means Couch 2 5K. That’s right. I started a couch to 5k program!! I’m super excited!!! (Just by the way a 5k isn’t 5 miles. It’s about 3.1 miles. Which isn’t as intimidating.) As I mentioned above I started at a gym. I go to Planet Fitness. It;s a pretty great gym. It’s either $10 or $20 a month. The $20 a month is actually a year or so contract but you get to use massage chairs, hydro massage beds(water massage), tanning beds, and this thing called the Body Angel which is a total body enhancement thing. Plus the 30 minute workout, 12 minute ab ripper, and all of their other machines and equipment. I started my couch to 5k a week ago Friday. The first week you do a 5 minute warm up and cool down walk and you also do 8 cycles of running for 60 seconds and walking for 90 seconds. Its a total of 30 minutes but I’m not sure how far you go. But this week I’m doing the 5 minute warm up and cool down walk and 6 cycles of 90 seconds of running and 2 minutes of walking. It’s a total of 31 minutes and I looked at my distance on the treadmill today and it was pretty much 2 miles. If I had paused the treadmill every time I took a break it would have been more accurate but if you pause the treadmill for too long it stops and then the distance starts all over again.

Ipf realized Monday morning that you are only supposed to run like 3 days a week so my schedule is a little funky. I run Friday, Saturday, and Monday, then I rode the bike and did the 30 minute work out thing on Tuesday and Wednesday. I take Sundays off for church and Thursdays off so I can go to my little brother’s football game. (The 30 minute workout alternates between steps and machines. There is a light that looks like a stop light that shows red when it’s time to switch between the two. When the light goes green it’s time to start exercising. There are 3 leg machines and 5 arm machines in the workout circuit. Plus a set of steps for every machine. So it’s a total of 20 stations.) It’s pretty amazing. I’m trying to get back down to the weight I was either after I had my first son, or down to my high school weight.  Don’t really see the second one happening. Hubby, though, has lost 20 pounds! I’m so proud of him!!

But, back to my little brother and football! My little brother is actually my step brother, but we’ve been siblings for 6 years, so he’s my brother. He is a scrawny kid. He weighs 95 pounds soaking wet. And Thursday was his second game to play in for his 8th grade team. Don’t ask me what position he played or who had the ball. I was too busy jumping up and down and screaming because he was actually on the field. The first play he played in, he tripped and fell and inadvertently tripped the guy he was blocking and took him down, too. Before he went in my dad and the guy behind him were screaming at the coach “Put John in! We wanna see John play!!” When he went in we were on our feet the whole time! This girl was one proud sister!! At another game we went, I stayed for the 9th grade game that he wasn’t playing in so I could see my dad and hang out with my parents. Well, my brother was walking around by himself so I went and walked around with him. He wanted to walk around with me. That’s right. My thirteen year old brother was willing to walk around the football field with his big sister. Talk about getting choked up!! I told him he made my day when he wanted to do that.

I will try to keep you guys updated on my progress with this! I have two 5ks in December. One on the 7th and one on the 15th. So hopefully I will remember to get some pictures and info about it! Maybe even get a link so you guys can see my progress and how good I do!!

On another note. What’s everyone doing for Halloween? Are you dressing up? Carving pumpkins? Decorating? I want to see pictures and hear all about it!!!! I will be posting about my little one’s Halloween costumes and everything soon!

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This Can’t Be Happening.

“Oh. My. Gosh!” were the only words that could describe the utter terror I felt when I ripped out half my eyebrow thanks to a lovely face mask I found on Pintrest Friday night. Yes. You read that right. I ripped out part of my eye brow. With a face mask. Found on Pintrest.

“What?! What did you do?” my husband asked from his spot on the other side of the room. As I explained his face went from horror to amusement to trying not to laugh as his wife stood over him on the verge of tears. Tears of pain and humiliation.

The mask I found was a DIY mask that had two ingredients: milk and unflavored gelatin. You mix a tablespoon or so of each, microwave it for a few seconds, and immediately apply it to your face. Once it hardens you peel it off. The thing said that it pulls out black heads and leaves your face baby butt smooth. I was all for this because I just had about 500 black heads pop up on my chin, nose, and forehead.

So it got hard (that’s what she said…sorry couldn’t resist), and I started pulling the mask off. Man, it was like waxing!! I pulled off a couple pieces next to my eyebrow and noticed a few hairs but ignored it. I got the stuff of my chin, most of my forehead, my nose, and a little off my jaw. (It wouldn’t harden on my jaw for some reason.) Then I went to pull it off of my eyebrow… Aaaaaaand there went half of it. In my hand. Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere Saturday and the only reason I got out of my house Sunday was because my grandma needed me to come help her jump start her car. Which turned into a trip to the grocery store. Then I just thought “what the hell…might as well go to church…”. And I’m of course at work…

Thankfully no one has said anything about it unless I point it out. So, obviously I haven’t pointed it out to too many people. Just two of my best friends and my grandma. They were nice enough to not bust out laughing at me like my husband almost did… Guess it’s time to invest in a brow pencil… Hopefully I can’t screw that up to bad.

And for your viewing pleasure, my lovely missing eyebrow...

And for your viewing pleasure, my lovely missing eyebrow…


The Funeral

My life began with a funeral. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the starting point. The point when everything changed. The moment that I vowed to never be the same. Now, standing on the dock looking over the mesmerizing Everglades, I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if he had never left me. What would have been different? What would have been the same?

I turned my back to the glorious sunset and thought about about how much had changed. How much had changed for the better. I had escaped. I’d gotten free. Free from a horrible marriage, from crushing depression, from mind-numbing fear. Everything was going to be okay. Everything is okay.

Thank you to the wonderful Stephanie for our prompt this week!! Congrats again girl!! Go check out her post and everyone else’s!! Feel free to join in!! 


Time To Use Those Brains, Kiddies!!

Day Seventeen: Today’s truth is abut a book you have read that has changed your views on something. Personally, I’m a very avid reader so this shouldn’t be hard for me, right? Wrong! I read fiction, romance, paranormal, and the like. I don’t read non fiction or biographies. The last biography I read I was in fourth or fifth grade and it was Clara Barton’s. And technically that was an autobiography. And it wasn’t by choice.

So. Here’s what I want you guys to do. I want you, my lovely followers, to tell me about a book that had changed your views on something. A) it will give me some new books to check out, and B) you just might change my views too!! Comment away guys!! I’d love to hear what you think!!

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Part Numero Uno.

The day I scared myself so bad I almost stopped driving, I had (thankfully) already dropped my little man off at daycare and was on my way to my seven o’clock class. I always took back roads to school because I drove a 1996 Dodge Neon. Needless to say, it did not do good on the highway. So. I was driving down the road and  I started dozing off. Craaaaaap, I was thinking, I’m going to fall asleep at the wheel and wreck and get hurt or die. Sooo I’m driving along, and all of a sudden BANG!!! I hit something.

I look over and see a low yellow wall. This wall has been there forever. If I stood next to it it would hit be about mid calf. On the other side of this low wall is a shallow ditch. Not deep enough to kill anyone, I don’t think, but its deep enough to really rattle you if you were to go over the wall. My dad, the mechanic, was the first person I called.

“Dad! I just almost ran off the road. I fell asleep while driving and I hit that little yellow wall in Johnson by Michael’s house!!” I was freaking out. My heart was racing and I was scared out of my mind.

“Is the car okay? Can you still drive it?” where his only two questions. Yes the car is okay and yes I can still drive it. Good, he said, then go to school. So. Off to school I went.

This is what my car looked like waaaay before I got it!

This is what my car looked like waaaay before I got it!

At the time of this accident, I was working four in the afternoon to midnight Mondays and Fridays, nine in the morning to six in the evening on Saturdays, and noon to nine at night on Sundays. I was also taking twelve hours of classes, working an internship from one in the afternoon to four in the afternoon at the university barn, and feeding horses Wednesday and Thursday nights. On top of taking care of a six month old baby, by myself. Talk about an overload…

Every time I drive past that wall, I have a flash back and scare the crap out of myself. To this day, I think about how bad it could have ended if I had been anywhere else. Had I been on the highway or on just about any other road I could have gone off the road and hit something much more substantial. Every day I thank my lucky stars that I had been on that road when I had fallen asleep.


Life Must Go On

It surprised me when she started to talk. I thought she’d left. Thought she’d got in her little green, kiwi colored sports car and sped away leaving me forever.

“I still love you, you know,” she whispered, ever so quietly. “That’s not going to change. We are just two totally different people now.”

I put my head in my hands. I didn’t know what she was talking about. My world revolved around her. I couldn’t see myself being without her. But after what she did to me… I just didn’t know if I could get past it. The betrayal, the pain, the hurt. There were just so many feelings I didn’t know how to deal with them all. Guess that’s life, though. It throws you curve balls you never expect.

Click. Click Click. Her heels clicked across the kitchen tile. She placed a kiss on my cheek and headed for the door. Click. Click. Click. Out the door she went. I wondered if I would ever see her again. Would I know what to say? Would it be awkward? I took a swig of the delicious scotch in front of me. Well. Life must go on, I guess.



I feel like a newbie to the Speakeasy this week! Here’s the challenge for this week. Start with a sentence provided and reference a picture. Go check it out and see what those other great writers are up to!! Don’t forget to vote!! 




He dug himself a whole in the ground. Was that how the saying went? He usually messed up a word or two in long sayings. All he knew was he was screwed. Out of luck. Done for.

James stared up at the ominous building. The only ting that looked remotely eye catching about the building he may or may not work in anymore is the molding stuff around the top. The fray stone held nothing interesting. The windows, nondescript rectangles of glass, looked over a bleak street.

Time to face the music, he thought. The revolving door seemed to spin faster than usual, a flood of people going in and out. The elevator, the slowest on in the entire city, was of course packed with people up until floor twelve. Two more floors. Then his fate would be decided. One more floor. Then he would come clean. James stepped out into the plush white carpet and turned to face a secretary who gave nothing away.

Dug a hole. Not in the ground, just a hole. He dug himself a hole. That was the saying.


The sentence we were to start with this week is “he dug himself a hole in the ground”. There was also a photo to reference. Go check the photo and other stories out! Don’t forget to vote Thursday and Friday!!



Sorry Guys!!

Ohmigosh guys!! Things have been so crazy lately!! I’ve gotten so many comments on my Speakeasy and Challenge Grid stories!! Keeping up with all them has kinda taken away from my whole writing. Plus Wednesday was my 21st birthday!! Woo Wooo!!!! Saturday night I went out with my hubby and found a new favorite drink!! Sex on the beach. Oh. My. Sweet Mary Mother of all things Good and Chocolaty!!! I’ve never had a more delicious drink in. My. Life!!!! Ladies. If you haven’t tried it, I strongly suggest you go to your local bar IMMEDIATELY!!!  It’s amazing. Just. Just. Words cannot describe. I had four of them babies last night!! Woo!

Anyways. I may or may not post, in great detail, about my fun time at the bars. My lovely best friend got beyond wasted and somewhat ruined it. Before then my hubby and I were just chillin’ at a restaurant and then in the front of a bar. So it was a very laid  back night until she showed up.

BUT!! There will be a new post up soon! I’m entering the Challenge and Speakeasy Grid again this week. So be on the look out for those and go check out the other submissions and vote for the best ones!!


P.S. GUYS!! I didn’t win the Speakeasy or Challenge Grid, BUUUUT! I did win a gift certificate for a doll or a quilt. I’m asking the lovely ladies at Yeah Write to give the generous gift to someone else, as I have boys and about 15,000 quilts from every grandmother on both sides of my family. They tend to get hard to store after a while…

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The picture was beautiful. Flawless perfection. Such a lovely, enchanting scene. Four, dainty eggs laying in a perfect nest in a serene, out of the way place.

Beautiful, flawless, enchanting. These weren’t words normally used to describe her, Whale, homely, garbage. Those were words used to describe her. Everyone said those things, and worse. Her parents said them. Kids at school said them. People walking down the street in her small town.

Never again. The will never say those things again. Not after today. She would show them. She would move away, reinvent herself. No one would ever think of her as the sad fat girl from high school that hid behind her camera. No. She would show them. And she wasn’t about to let anything get in her way.



This is the speakeasy challenge for Yeah Write. We were supposed to use the sentence “She wasn’t about to let anything get in her way” and a photo to reference but not write about in a short (500 words or less) fictional poem or story.  So enjoy!!



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