Finished product

Finished product 

Time to clean up!

Time to clean up! 

What’s the scooping thing for anyway?

What’s the scooping thing for anyway? 

It changed???!!!

It changed???!!! 

The Universal Adjective

Today’s blog is inspired by my super sister-in-law Secret Agent Josephine. Thank you SAJ.

I grew up in LA around people who used the “F” word like it wasn’t obscene. I’m sure you know what I mean, so I’m not giving you any examples. And because of that I accepted it into my daily vocabulary. The only thing that made me different was I could “turn it of” when I needed to. Like when I was talking to my parents or a teacher. I’m positive my parents heard me swear when I was on the phone, but they never said anything to me. I think that as long as it wasn’t directed at them they didn’t care.

I lived this way for the first 18 years of my life. Then I met my wonderfully swear free husband and was submerged into a world where swearing just wasn’t done. And I couldn’t be happier for it.

I am VERY proud to say that I have raised a little girl who doesn’t even know what the “F” word is. And I mean that literally. Rapunzel has asked us to tell her what it is, just so she’ll know what not to say. We wouldn’t tell her and she walked away a little disappointed.

One day a few months ago I got into a shouting match with someone and I reverted back to using a language I wish I hadn’t. The worst part was that Rapunzel heard it. The best part, when I apologized to her for saying “all those really bad words” and she responded with, “You mean you said the “F” word? Can you say it again, because I didn’t hear it.” Last week she was watching a movie with her Daddy and one of the actors said it a few times in a row and she didn’t even notice.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing things right with my girls. Like maybe I’m not good enough for them, because sometimes raising them seems like an uphill battle, and I’m losing. But maybe this is one battle I’ll win.

All I want is for my girls to be happy. Hopefully they’ll grow-up to be loving, caring women who are “nice” people. That’s all I really want.

If my girls turn out to be like SAJ I think then I’ll know I did okay.

My Girls

my girls

Here they are. My girls. The two people who can make me want to laugh and scream all at the same time.

Rapunzel is 6 1/2 and SuperChunk 1s 2.

They don’t even look a little bit alike, do they?

I had this whole thing all typed out and it disaperread to la la land when I went to save it. So now I’m to tired to do it all over again.

Oh well. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have better luck. Especially since I spent the better part of the day trying to get hello to post the pcture into my blog. Now that it’s here I have no idea how I did it. So hopefully I can do it again.

Good night.

It’s About Time

Hello Blogger!

It feels so good to be back again. I can’t believe it has been so long, 4 whole months. It’s amazing how time seems to fly by and creep along at the same time.

But now there’s no reason for me not to blog. Unless I just don’t want to. Which I can’t see happening anytime soon, since this is my stress relief.

So much has changed in the last four months. I don’t even know where to start. So I guess that will be my self assigned “homework” tonight. To jot down all those random thoughts that have been rolling around in my head. Maybe I’ll be able to grab onto a few and they won’t completely stink.

So tomorrow is a new day and a new idea. Hopefully it will be a good one.