Evil Children and the Cost of Fame

As I lay in bed writing this post I am thankful for the coffee by my bed side and that my son is safely tucked in bed.  It has taken days to wrap my head around the tragedy that has unfolded in BC.  As a parent it is every women’s worst nightmare and as a…

The Mass Shooter: Our newest evil

With the rise of fentynal our youth needed another evil to rob them of their innocence…enter the Mass Shooter. These boys seem to fit the same mold yellowy/white colored dweebs that almost look like they havent seen the sun, gym or shower in months. Forgive me for saying these things but only a coward would…

The Unseen Sacrifices

Rolling over on our king size bed I saw the clock was 4am…Tons of time to sleep. I periodically get up at this time and catch up on my reading or cleaning. You know for those incredibly long days when your baby is up all day teething and sick and there was just no time…

Expanding Our Family

The only thing that I want to do is share this journey with you. I sure do know some of the lowest, darkest lows and if I can find a way to embrace each and everyday. I know that you can too. If we could only live in slow motion it would sure be alot…

RULES TO TEACH YOUR SON

RULES TO TEACH YOUR SON 1. Never shake a man’s hand sitting down. 2. Don’t enter a pool by the stairs. 3. The man at the BBQ Grill is the closest thing to a king. 4. In a negotiation, never make the first offer. 5. Request the late check-out. 6. When entrusted with a secret,…

Baby #2

Happy Friday Darlings thank you for checking in. As always I appreciate your love, support and friendship. Only together on a unified front can we make a change. My decision to open up and share in my journey was for alot of reasons. One day I hope to write a book to inspire our young…

Growing up in the 80’s

Growing up in the 80’s in my opinion was pretty rad. What is even way cooler than that was growing up on a farm surrounded by family. There were tons of animals, trees, mountains and good ol natured getting into trouble. I remember that the craziest stuff me and my friends did was drink, stay…

“Are humans being concerned more with having than being?”

I don’t think that we have any intentions of living our life this way. Well I know for me growing up on the farm wasn’t like that. We wore hyper colors, short shorts, knee socks and more often than not we either were covered in dirt or heaven forbid one of those big ol cow…