I voted today. I voted for......my great grandmother and grandfather who were immigrants from Russia and Hungary. Came over on the boat in the early 1900s. Landed at Ellis Island and then settled in Maryland.
I voted for my great grandmother who died in 1920 before she ever got a chance to vote. I voted for my the men in my family who have fought in every single war our country has ever known. I voted for Susuan B Anthony, who fought for me as a woman to have a voice in our political system.
I voted for me, for my rights as a citizen, as a woman, as an American.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Cheap meals
I haven't had a chance to go through my recipes this week. Been busy. So here is just an easy cheap dessert or snack. My mom used to make these when I was growing up. SO YUMMY!
Pear Boats
1 can of medium or large pear halves
Mayo
Fancy shredded mild cheddar cheese
maraschino cherries
iceburg lettuce
Wash some lettuce leaves (for as many servings as you need)
Drain pears and place on top of lettuce leaves
Place a spoonfull of mayo on the pears
Sprinkle cheddar cheese on top of mayo
Place a cherry on top
Cover lightly with plastic wrap and put in refrigerator. Allow them to chill well before serving.
Pear Boats
1 can of medium or large pear halves
Mayo
Fancy shredded mild cheddar cheese
maraschino cherries
iceburg lettuce
Wash some lettuce leaves (for as many servings as you need)
Drain pears and place on top of lettuce leaves
Place a spoonfull of mayo on the pears
Sprinkle cheddar cheese on top of mayo
Place a cherry on top
Cover lightly with plastic wrap and put in refrigerator. Allow them to chill well before serving.
Busy as a one armed paper hanger
I have been going and going since Monday. Had to do grocery shopping Tuesday and run around paying bills.
Today I had lunch with my youngest tween daughter. She sits across from 3 boys and next to her 2 best friends. I had no idea that boys could talk about such weird things.
The conversations went from where they want to go to college. One boy said he wanted to go to another country for college and for the others to guess where it was. His buddy said "Is it the International School for Primates?" This caused huge laughter and for the monitor to come over. Then it changed to can a cow give birth to a pregnant calf? Then to could a woman be pregnant with a pregnant baby? And then finally to a talk about the movie Hellboy and the character with the little arm and huge rock arm. It was VERY interesting.
Oldest daughter has a doctors appointment tomorrow. She is still spacing out in class and forgetting to do homework or getting distracted while doing classwork. I am going to talk to the doctor about what other alternatives we have. I really don't want to up her meds again. The school has been really good about helping her but I am going to see if they have a tutoring program for her.
My husband has gone back to school to finish getting some of his tech certifications. Mainly his Cisco certs and his Microsoft certs. He has over 10 years experience between the military and civilian, but has always lacked the certs. His job is really irritating him lately. More than usual. He's been there 5 years, has gotten pretty good raises, but it is him progressing in the company that has been lacking. He's been promised promotions by the owner and others, only to be shut out when they hire someone else and then expect him to train them. He is really good at his job. Too good sometimes. Good to the point to where they don't want to promote him to another position because they will lose his hands on skills.
So he has been slowly putting out some feelers to see what is out there. We really would like to move somewhere warmer, some place that doesn't have a snowy winter. I just don't like to see him being taken advantage of like he is at his job. He comes home ticked off because of someone who was promoted above him screwed something up that he had to clean up. In his job, they host websites and host servers. Like major companies. He gets to build the servers to host websites. He makes sure they don't go down. And if they have sensative data that it is secure. It is almost a 24/7 job. Very draining on him and us.
Know of any good systems administrator jobs? I can send you a resume.
Today I had lunch with my youngest tween daughter. She sits across from 3 boys and next to her 2 best friends. I had no idea that boys could talk about such weird things.
The conversations went from where they want to go to college. One boy said he wanted to go to another country for college and for the others to guess where it was. His buddy said "Is it the International School for Primates?" This caused huge laughter and for the monitor to come over. Then it changed to can a cow give birth to a pregnant calf? Then to could a woman be pregnant with a pregnant baby? And then finally to a talk about the movie Hellboy and the character with the little arm and huge rock arm. It was VERY interesting.
Oldest daughter has a doctors appointment tomorrow. She is still spacing out in class and forgetting to do homework or getting distracted while doing classwork. I am going to talk to the doctor about what other alternatives we have. I really don't want to up her meds again. The school has been really good about helping her but I am going to see if they have a tutoring program for her.
My husband has gone back to school to finish getting some of his tech certifications. Mainly his Cisco certs and his Microsoft certs. He has over 10 years experience between the military and civilian, but has always lacked the certs. His job is really irritating him lately. More than usual. He's been there 5 years, has gotten pretty good raises, but it is him progressing in the company that has been lacking. He's been promised promotions by the owner and others, only to be shut out when they hire someone else and then expect him to train them. He is really good at his job. Too good sometimes. Good to the point to where they don't want to promote him to another position because they will lose his hands on skills.
So he has been slowly putting out some feelers to see what is out there. We really would like to move somewhere warmer, some place that doesn't have a snowy winter. I just don't like to see him being taken advantage of like he is at his job. He comes home ticked off because of someone who was promoted above him screwed something up that he had to clean up. In his job, they host websites and host servers. Like major companies. He gets to build the servers to host websites. He makes sure they don't go down. And if they have sensative data that it is secure. It is almost a 24/7 job. Very draining on him and us.
Know of any good systems administrator jobs? I can send you a resume.
Monday, October 20, 2008
1st Recipe for 10 bucks
I was going to wait until tomorrow to post the first recipe, but decided to go ahead and post this simple one. I wanted to wait until I went to the grocery store to see the current prices.
Hamburger Pie
1 pound hamburger meat
mashed potatoes
shredded cheese of your choosing
ketchup
onion (diced about 1/3 cup)
salt/pepper
Brown hamburger meat with diced onions. Drain off fat.
Cook potatoes (either boxed flakes or regular potatoes)
Spread hamburger meat on the bottom on a baking dish
Put a couple of stripes of ketchup across top of meat
Spread mashed potatoes across the top
Sprinkle cheese over top
Place in a pre-heated oven (350 degrees) for 15-20 minutes, or until cheese is melted.
You can also add a can of regular corn over the top of the meat. I just serve the corn on the side.
This meal cost probably about $8.00. I think that might be on the high side. It is pretty good and filling too.
Hamburger Pie
1 pound hamburger meat
mashed potatoes
shredded cheese of your choosing
ketchup
onion (diced about 1/3 cup)
salt/pepper
Brown hamburger meat with diced onions. Drain off fat.
Cook potatoes (either boxed flakes or regular potatoes)
Spread hamburger meat on the bottom on a baking dish
Put a couple of stripes of ketchup across top of meat
Spread mashed potatoes across the top
Sprinkle cheese over top
Place in a pre-heated oven (350 degrees) for 15-20 minutes, or until cheese is melted.
You can also add a can of regular corn over the top of the meat. I just serve the corn on the side.
This meal cost probably about $8.00. I think that might be on the high side. It is pretty good and filling too.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The KFC Challenge
Have you seen those commercials. The mom has her 2 kids, one boy and one girl. They decide to do the KFC $10 challenge. Make a 7 piece fried chicken dinner, complete with mashed potatoes w/ gravy, and biscuits. Of course, according to the commercial they can't buy everything for 10 bucks. At the end they show the mom saying they are over 10 bucks and they merrily jaunt off to KFC to be so economical and thrifty.
So I decided to take on the KFC challenge. Can you make a family meal for 10 bucks? Of course you can. Provided you have a pantry that is already stocked with common staples. Which most of us do. And if you don't then I suggest the following list.
1. Flour-self-rising is what I prefer-buy a smaller bag if you don't use it that much. I put mine in a glass container to keep out bugs.
2. Pasta-I like to buy all different kinds-but usually spaghetti noodles are a good staple to start off with
3. Spices-salt, pepper, season salt are good ones to start. I love spices, so I have a cabinet full, ones that I have gotten when they are on sale.
4. Brown gravy mix-for those times when you don't fill like making it from scratch.
5.Box Mashed potatoes-another thing that comes in handy. You can use it as a breading for chicken or fish too. Or to make potato pancakes.
6. Spaghetti sauce
7. Beans-dried or canned. Chili, pinto, navy and northern are all good.
8. Rice
9. Jiffy or Bisquick mix- They have tons of recipes on the back from pancakes to dumplings.
10. Potatoes.
11. Oil-olive, peanut, vegetable-take your pick
12. Tomato sauce and paste.
Okay, now that you have a stocked pantry. You just need to buy your chicken. The rest is pretty simple. As long as you have a stocked pantry. I guess the little family in the commercial has a bare pantry. I will give it credit, if you had to buy your flour, spices, chicken, potatoes, biscuit mix,and oil then of course it would be well over 10 bucks.
But this commercial did get me thinking. What meals can you make for 10 bucks? Ones that would be filling, good tasting and nutritious too.
I came up with a list of ones that I make already and my family likes. I know in this time of economic hardship, we are all looking for ways to shop smart and have more money to save.
I will be posting a recipe that can be made for 10 bucks or less. Of course this will depend on what you have in your pantry all ready. See the stocked pantry list. There will be soups, stews, pasta dishes, and more. I might even through in some dessert and snack recipes that are cheap too.
Just let me know what kinds of things you would like to see made cheap.
So I decided to take on the KFC challenge. Can you make a family meal for 10 bucks? Of course you can. Provided you have a pantry that is already stocked with common staples. Which most of us do. And if you don't then I suggest the following list.
1. Flour-self-rising is what I prefer-buy a smaller bag if you don't use it that much. I put mine in a glass container to keep out bugs.
2. Pasta-I like to buy all different kinds-but usually spaghetti noodles are a good staple to start off with
3. Spices-salt, pepper, season salt are good ones to start. I love spices, so I have a cabinet full, ones that I have gotten when they are on sale.
4. Brown gravy mix-for those times when you don't fill like making it from scratch.
5.Box Mashed potatoes-another thing that comes in handy. You can use it as a breading for chicken or fish too. Or to make potato pancakes.
6. Spaghetti sauce
7. Beans-dried or canned. Chili, pinto, navy and northern are all good.
8. Rice
9. Jiffy or Bisquick mix- They have tons of recipes on the back from pancakes to dumplings.
10. Potatoes.
11. Oil-olive, peanut, vegetable-take your pick
12. Tomato sauce and paste.
Okay, now that you have a stocked pantry. You just need to buy your chicken. The rest is pretty simple. As long as you have a stocked pantry. I guess the little family in the commercial has a bare pantry. I will give it credit, if you had to buy your flour, spices, chicken, potatoes, biscuit mix,and oil then of course it would be well over 10 bucks.
But this commercial did get me thinking. What meals can you make for 10 bucks? Ones that would be filling, good tasting and nutritious too.
I came up with a list of ones that I make already and my family likes. I know in this time of economic hardship, we are all looking for ways to shop smart and have more money to save.
I will be posting a recipe that can be made for 10 bucks or less. Of course this will depend on what you have in your pantry all ready. See the stocked pantry list. There will be soups, stews, pasta dishes, and more. I might even through in some dessert and snack recipes that are cheap too.
Just let me know what kinds of things you would like to see made cheap.
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Not-So-Army Wives
My husband was in the Army for 9 years. He joined in 1993, did 4 years in the Kansas National Guard, then met me on a 2 week training in Oklahoma. He then joined the Active Army in the summer of 1997. He got medically discharged after having some problems with his knees and having a CO (commanding officer) who kept pushing his promotion paper work to the side.
I have to tell you that being in the Army lifestyle is soooo much different than being in the civilian world. It was a huge adjustment for us leaving the Army. Our girls were little, only 5 and 3 when he got out, so they remember very little about it. They have vague memories about Daddy being in his green uniform and him being gone alot. He never had any deployments, but when he was in field artillary he was gone 2 to 3 weeks every month for field exercises.
When he got out, there was a long time that he and I regretted his decision to leave. We missed our friends, that sense of community, the housing (as crappy as it could be at times) and the health care.
See in the Army, if married you usually get housing on post. Which depending on which post can be really nice homes or duplexes that are newer, or older places. This is mostly free, well, it comes out of your BAQ (basic allowence for Quarters) BAQ is additional money on top of your monthly pay. If there is a long waiting list for housing than you can leave off post. BAQ is dependent on where you live, places up north or overseas will have higher BAQ. Mainly it is based on cost of living.
Living on post is like living in a town. We have gas stations called shoppettes, Wal-Mart type stores called a PX or BX if you are Air Force, and grocery stores called commissaries.
And buying on post there is no tax.
Pluses of living on post.
1. You know your neighbor has the same job as your spouse. (the Army although he may do something different.)
2. You feel safe. No one can get on post unless they are military or work on post. Or know someone who is on that post. There were so many times we slept with our doors unlocked and our windows open.
3. There is just a certain comaradery that you don't really get outside of the service.
Lately, we have been talking about how we miss the Army life. He was going back in about a year ago. He talked to a recruiter, got his phsyical, and was this close to going back in. He was going to go for his Warrant Officer training. He was an enlisted man before. And there is a big difference in the lifestyle between the 2.
We do watch Army Wives. When this series first came out, I really thought it was going to be a good show, that would show others just how tough the spouses have it, and what they go through. It does have certain things that are similar, But alot that are so far off the mark that are crazy!
I hope that most people are taking the series with a grain of salt.
Officer wives and enlisted wives would NEVER be buddy buddy with each other. I don't care what event bonded them. They would not be going over to their homes and having dinner or lunch. It is against the heirarchy of the Army. Especially one of them being the Post Commander's wife. And the PC's wife would not be asking for favors for her friends. It just doesn't happen.
I just have lately been feeling homesick for the Army and the community. Dear husband mentioned again last night that he missed it. His friends are over in Iraq right now. In fact we still talk every week with one family that we were friends with at Fort Polk, LA.
Even though I don't want him to go over there. I know he feels guilty that he is safe here and his buddies are over there. He said that if he did go back in he would be at least a year in training as a Warrant Officer and possibly reclassing into a different job.
It would be a different time for us if he were to go back in. We are 30 now and not in our 20s. We actually have life experience behind us, he would be a higher rank instead of a lowly enlisted guy.
I don't know. I miss it, but love having my husband home with me and our girls. But then I see that he could go back in a do his final 10 and retire with a check for the rest of his life.
What would you guys do? Would it be worth it to go back in if this is something that your spouse wanted to do?
I have to tell you that being in the Army lifestyle is soooo much different than being in the civilian world. It was a huge adjustment for us leaving the Army. Our girls were little, only 5 and 3 when he got out, so they remember very little about it. They have vague memories about Daddy being in his green uniform and him being gone alot. He never had any deployments, but when he was in field artillary he was gone 2 to 3 weeks every month for field exercises.
When he got out, there was a long time that he and I regretted his decision to leave. We missed our friends, that sense of community, the housing (as crappy as it could be at times) and the health care.
See in the Army, if married you usually get housing on post. Which depending on which post can be really nice homes or duplexes that are newer, or older places. This is mostly free, well, it comes out of your BAQ (basic allowence for Quarters) BAQ is additional money on top of your monthly pay. If there is a long waiting list for housing than you can leave off post. BAQ is dependent on where you live, places up north or overseas will have higher BAQ. Mainly it is based on cost of living.
Living on post is like living in a town. We have gas stations called shoppettes, Wal-Mart type stores called a PX or BX if you are Air Force, and grocery stores called commissaries.
And buying on post there is no tax.
Pluses of living on post.
1. You know your neighbor has the same job as your spouse. (the Army although he may do something different.)
2. You feel safe. No one can get on post unless they are military or work on post. Or know someone who is on that post. There were so many times we slept with our doors unlocked and our windows open.
3. There is just a certain comaradery that you don't really get outside of the service.
Lately, we have been talking about how we miss the Army life. He was going back in about a year ago. He talked to a recruiter, got his phsyical, and was this close to going back in. He was going to go for his Warrant Officer training. He was an enlisted man before. And there is a big difference in the lifestyle between the 2.
We do watch Army Wives. When this series first came out, I really thought it was going to be a good show, that would show others just how tough the spouses have it, and what they go through. It does have certain things that are similar, But alot that are so far off the mark that are crazy!
I hope that most people are taking the series with a grain of salt.
Officer wives and enlisted wives would NEVER be buddy buddy with each other. I don't care what event bonded them. They would not be going over to their homes and having dinner or lunch. It is against the heirarchy of the Army. Especially one of them being the Post Commander's wife. And the PC's wife would not be asking for favors for her friends. It just doesn't happen.
I just have lately been feeling homesick for the Army and the community. Dear husband mentioned again last night that he missed it. His friends are over in Iraq right now. In fact we still talk every week with one family that we were friends with at Fort Polk, LA.
Even though I don't want him to go over there. I know he feels guilty that he is safe here and his buddies are over there. He said that if he did go back in he would be at least a year in training as a Warrant Officer and possibly reclassing into a different job.
It would be a different time for us if he were to go back in. We are 30 now and not in our 20s. We actually have life experience behind us, he would be a higher rank instead of a lowly enlisted guy.
I don't know. I miss it, but love having my husband home with me and our girls. But then I see that he could go back in a do his final 10 and retire with a check for the rest of his life.
What would you guys do? Would it be worth it to go back in if this is something that your spouse wanted to do?
Monday, October 6, 2008
Hi. My name is Procrastination.
I swear I mean to keep up with this, but this past week and the few days before it have been so busy and overwhelming. By the time I got around to even thinking about typing up a blog, I was 1) Too tired to care
2) The tween terrors were home and demanding attention and being nuisances of themselves
Or 3) I had to go clean something.
We've started having issues with OldestTween. She was diagnosed with ADD last school year. She started on meds and was doing great for the rest of the year, pulled up all her grades to A's and B's. Now come this school year, her grades started off good, but are now either close to failing or outright failing.
I talked to all her teachers, then took her back to the doctor, she upped her meds slightly, then I made a meeting with all her teachers and her counselor. Something had to be done before she failed 6th grade and ended up in the same grade as her sister.
So her teachers all tell me she is a joy to have in class, that she is very very quiet. SO quiet that you would only know she was there if you called on her.
Want to know what the problem is?
She isn't turning in homework. She gets a big fat ZERO for all the assignments she doesn't turn in.
I felt like such a colossal failure as a mom then. I mean homework, that stuff you do at home! Something that a mom and dad are supposed to oversee. I must have seemed like a nut as I stumbled over words trying to explain that I check her agenda every day, that I ask if she did her homework. Always getting a yes from her. She does do it, I watch her do it. But there are times she forgets it at school or forgets the textbooks she needs. She knows we have the rule that she is old enough to be responsible for her homework, that it is her job not mine to get it together, remember her books, etc...
I even started questioning that. Asking the teachers if I should be on top of her more. I was so relieved when they told me that I was doing it right. That she is old enough to do her own work without an adult reminding her constantly.
So they did put her on a 504 plan. She gets to go to her locker 15 minutes before school is dismissed to get her books to bring home. And instead of a different binder for each subjects homework, she has one. And she can turn in everything to one of her teachers instead of turning it in to each individual teacher.
We are still struggling. Like last night, she has had all weekend long to do 2 math worksheets, she did part of them, but then come last night I checked and she had only done half of one. And I just lost it. We had a her listening, me yelling session. I was just at my end of trying to get her to take responsibility for her own actions, for her homework. I told her if she didn't do her homework, including all of the missing assignments and bring up her grades to at least a C in everything, that tumbling would be taken away and she would owe me the money it cost to enroll her.
But if she did bring up her grades, I would add cheerleading to her after school activity.
I am really hoping that she can turn this around NOW and not later, because school just gets harder.
Between this and her going through the I am a almost teenager and know everything I am either going to go bald or grey.
2) The tween terrors were home and demanding attention and being nuisances of themselves
Or 3) I had to go clean something.
We've started having issues with OldestTween. She was diagnosed with ADD last school year. She started on meds and was doing great for the rest of the year, pulled up all her grades to A's and B's. Now come this school year, her grades started off good, but are now either close to failing or outright failing.
I talked to all her teachers, then took her back to the doctor, she upped her meds slightly, then I made a meeting with all her teachers and her counselor. Something had to be done before she failed 6th grade and ended up in the same grade as her sister.
So her teachers all tell me she is a joy to have in class, that she is very very quiet. SO quiet that you would only know she was there if you called on her.
Want to know what the problem is?
She isn't turning in homework. She gets a big fat ZERO for all the assignments she doesn't turn in.
I felt like such a colossal failure as a mom then. I mean homework, that stuff you do at home! Something that a mom and dad are supposed to oversee. I must have seemed like a nut as I stumbled over words trying to explain that I check her agenda every day, that I ask if she did her homework. Always getting a yes from her. She does do it, I watch her do it. But there are times she forgets it at school or forgets the textbooks she needs. She knows we have the rule that she is old enough to be responsible for her homework, that it is her job not mine to get it together, remember her books, etc...
I even started questioning that. Asking the teachers if I should be on top of her more. I was so relieved when they told me that I was doing it right. That she is old enough to do her own work without an adult reminding her constantly.
So they did put her on a 504 plan. She gets to go to her locker 15 minutes before school is dismissed to get her books to bring home. And instead of a different binder for each subjects homework, she has one. And she can turn in everything to one of her teachers instead of turning it in to each individual teacher.
We are still struggling. Like last night, she has had all weekend long to do 2 math worksheets, she did part of them, but then come last night I checked and she had only done half of one. And I just lost it. We had a her listening, me yelling session. I was just at my end of trying to get her to take responsibility for her own actions, for her homework. I told her if she didn't do her homework, including all of the missing assignments and bring up her grades to at least a C in everything, that tumbling would be taken away and she would owe me the money it cost to enroll her.
But if she did bring up her grades, I would add cheerleading to her after school activity.
I am really hoping that she can turn this around NOW and not later, because school just gets harder.
Between this and her going through the I am a almost teenager and know everything I am either going to go bald or grey.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Busy busy busy
I honestly do mean to keep up with this blog. It is one of my goals to blog at least twice a week. The girls are back in school. OldestTween is doing after school activites, YoungestTween is just busy all the time.
OldestTween has ADD, only been diagnosed since the first of the year. She brought up her grades from Ds & Fs to As & Bs. But since she started the new middle school, she has started having problems, not turning in homework on time, forgetting books and assignments at school. So today we are off to the doctor to see what we need to do. The school is acting so-so on the matter. Her teachers all love her, say she is the most polite student they have ever had, she is a joy to have in class. Right now, she has a D in Math and Communication Arts. School has only been in session since August. Talk about exhausting, trying to get her to do homework after school, help around the house. It is all drama constantly. I'm about to pull my hair out!
And I have been just exhausted lately. Just tired. I've started taking an iron pill and some ginko biloba to help my memory. Don't tell me that I am just getting old?! I'm only going to be 32 next week. And in my book that is not old.
I think I need a day off. Away from the drama of 2 tweens fighting over who took whose clothes, brush and jewelry, and doing the mounds of laundry that seem to mulitply overnight.
OldestTween has ADD, only been diagnosed since the first of the year. She brought up her grades from Ds & Fs to As & Bs. But since she started the new middle school, she has started having problems, not turning in homework on time, forgetting books and assignments at school. So today we are off to the doctor to see what we need to do. The school is acting so-so on the matter. Her teachers all love her, say she is the most polite student they have ever had, she is a joy to have in class. Right now, she has a D in Math and Communication Arts. School has only been in session since August. Talk about exhausting, trying to get her to do homework after school, help around the house. It is all drama constantly. I'm about to pull my hair out!
And I have been just exhausted lately. Just tired. I've started taking an iron pill and some ginko biloba to help my memory. Don't tell me that I am just getting old?! I'm only going to be 32 next week. And in my book that is not old.
I think I need a day off. Away from the drama of 2 tweens fighting over who took whose clothes, brush and jewelry, and doing the mounds of laundry that seem to mulitply overnight.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
September is Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month
As you can tell from the title of this post. September is ovarian cancer awareness month. This is very dear to my heart as my mom had ovarian cancer. She died less than a few years after she was diagnosed.
It is often called the silent killer because there are no real symptoms and a pelvic exam doesn't always detect it. Early symptoms can be bloating, pelvic/abdominal pain, difficulty with eating or feeling full too soon.
My mom knew something was wrong. She knew that the weight she was gaining wasn't just that. She was bloating. She went to one doctor, who told her nothing was wrong, that she was just going through menopause. He was wrong. By the time, she finally went to another doctor for a second opinion. She was carrying a tumor that was the size of a 6 month utero baby. The removed everything she had there. But it was Stage 4 cancer by that time. She underwent chemo that caused all her hair to fall out, and she had to wear a wig that itched and she hated. But she wore it for me, in her mind I would have been embarrassed by her bald head.
She kept on going though. Working, taking me to school, going in and taking her chemo, which at that time required an overnight stay at the hospital. It was those times that she didn't allow me to visit her. She didn't want me to see her like that.
Hunched over a bedpan, sick as a dog, unable to eat, her hair falling out by the handfulls. She just wanted my childhood to go on, with me not having a clue as to how sick she really was. She never sat down and talked with me about her cancer. She would just tell me that everything was okay. And even being a young teen, I believed her. She had never lied to me before. She didn't want me to have to worry.
Her mother had moved in with us several years before and was by the time the above picture was taken was bedridden and on hospice. My mom would sleep in the extra bed in her mother's room, getting up to help her mother to the bathroom, cleaning her up when she didn't make it. Her mother was beginning to show the early signs of dementia. Often talking about a little boy standing in the corner of her room, smiling at her. Finally in June of 1991, her mother slipped away from this world and onto the next.
By this time, the doctors had given my mother the all clear, she was in remission. They still wanted her to continue her radiation. She took a few treatments, but they made her so tired and sick that she refused to take anymore. Her hair had grown back and instead of being the dark brown that it was naturally, it came back snow white and curly.
I was a freshman in high school now and getting ready to get my license. I was growing up, slipping away and I know that it bothered her that often she couldn't do more with me.
The above picture was taken in June of 1991. She looked healthy, she was doing more now. Things seemed to be getting back to normal. I turned 15 that September and got my driver's license. She was still my over-protective mom though. She wouldn't let me drive alone, but she would always let me drive her to Wal-Mart or to a check-up.
Why is it you can remember some days as clear as if they just happened, but after that everything is a complete void. Like someone has suddenly cut out parts of your life, and you can only see them in small clips.
I can remember that day down to the T. I remember what I was wearing. An outfit my mom had bought me.
A maroon, white and navy striped shirt from the Gap, a pair of Gerbeau jeans, and a pair of dexters.
I was in Chemistry class taking a quiz when the headmaster came in. I swear for some reason I knew she was there for me. Something in my heart lurched when I saw her. But I didn't know it was for that.
She tried to make small talk with me as we walked from the Senior High building to the Jr High building, but I was too nervous to do anything more than say 'yes maim" back to her. But when I saw my brother standing in the office. I just knew, I just knew this was bad. Very very bad.
He was standing there in my private prep school, wearing a ratty t-shirt, his torn blue jeans, and his barn boots, the pants legs of the jeans half tucked in, half out, as if he had thrown them on in such a hurry that it didn't matter.
I remember one of the secretaries asking if he wanted to use one of the rooms in the back. He had shook his head and just clutched me so tight I couldn't breathe. As we walked out, I noticed that he hadn't driven to the school, his good friend had driven him.
When we got in, he just held on to me. And then said. "Momma's gone, sis."
I remember saying, "Huh?" It just didn't compute with me. How could she be gone? I had just kissed her good-bye that morning, less than 3 hours before. She had a cold, which was common for all of us once fall started to set in.
"She's gone. Momma died." He was crying and I couldn't move. I couldn't function. My mind had gone to shut down mode. I don't even remember crying at that moment.
By the time we got home, they had already taken her to the morgue, I guess. My dad was gone too. I think that maybe my mom's brother had come and her sister. But I really don't remember.
I just remember going to look for her. But she wasn't there. I just wanted to be alone then. But no one would let me. My sister-in-law's friend took me and my best friend to get pizza. Then my cousin took me to the football game that night.
It started to sink in once people there started coming up to me and saying how sorry they were. I didn't know what to say. I would just nod. Everything after that point is a blur, the missing movie clips to my life. Maybe they are right when they say that the brain has a way of shutting down when faced with something too traumatic for the body to deal with.
I guess the point I am trying to make with telling the story of my mom and her battle with ovarian cancer is that you need to take care of yourself. My mom was too busy taking care of everyone else to take care of her own health. She knew something was wrong. She even knew the days before she died that something wasn't right. She was bloating again for one. Instead of going to her oncologist, she went to her general practice doctor, who just told her she had a cold.
Her body had begun to retain fluid that spread to her lungs. She died of respiratory failure, due to fluid in her lungs.
Later I have found out more about her battle with cancer. My brother and father had begged her to talk to me about it. To tell me what was going on. But she didn't want to do that. She didn't want me to worry. I was still a child who didn't need to be burdened with that.
I really wish she had talked to me. Told me that she was tired of fighting this horrible beast called cancer and all of its side effects.
My mom was 2 months short of her 50th birthday. A lady who was born just a couple of weeks after Pearl Harbor was bombed. My mom was such a great person. She was a loving mom, who lived to make her children happy. She loved her family, her 2 brothers and 1 sister and all their children. If you had a problem, my mom was the one who would go through hell and high water to help you.
So ladies, please please keep up on your yearly visits. If something doesn't feel right tell you doctor. And keep telling them until they do something, And if they won't listen go to another doctor.
I keep thinking that if only she had gone sooner, her chance of survival would have been so much better. It would have been caught sooner. She would have been alive today to see all her grandchildren here on earth.
And if you are diagnosed, please talk to your children. Tell them what is going on.
To learn more about the symptoms of ovarian cancer and to donate to ovarian cancer research go here:
https://www.ovariancancer.org/
Me and my mom.
My mom's senior picture.
Helen Heath Hill
Dec. 20, 1941 - October 11, 1991
It is often called the silent killer because there are no real symptoms and a pelvic exam doesn't always detect it. Early symptoms can be bloating, pelvic/abdominal pain, difficulty with eating or feeling full too soon.
My mom knew something was wrong. She knew that the weight she was gaining wasn't just that. She was bloating. She went to one doctor, who told her nothing was wrong, that she was just going through menopause. He was wrong. By the time, she finally went to another doctor for a second opinion. She was carrying a tumor that was the size of a 6 month utero baby. The removed everything she had there. But it was Stage 4 cancer by that time. She underwent chemo that caused all her hair to fall out, and she had to wear a wig that itched and she hated. But she wore it for me, in her mind I would have been embarrassed by her bald head.
She kept on going though. Working, taking me to school, going in and taking her chemo, which at that time required an overnight stay at the hospital. It was those times that she didn't allow me to visit her. She didn't want me to see her like that.
Hunched over a bedpan, sick as a dog, unable to eat, her hair falling out by the handfulls. She just wanted my childhood to go on, with me not having a clue as to how sick she really was. She never sat down and talked with me about her cancer. She would just tell me that everything was okay. And even being a young teen, I believed her. She had never lied to me before. She didn't want me to have to worry.
Her mother had moved in with us several years before and was by the time the above picture was taken was bedridden and on hospice. My mom would sleep in the extra bed in her mother's room, getting up to help her mother to the bathroom, cleaning her up when she didn't make it. Her mother was beginning to show the early signs of dementia. Often talking about a little boy standing in the corner of her room, smiling at her. Finally in June of 1991, her mother slipped away from this world and onto the next.
By this time, the doctors had given my mother the all clear, she was in remission. They still wanted her to continue her radiation. She took a few treatments, but they made her so tired and sick that she refused to take anymore. Her hair had grown back and instead of being the dark brown that it was naturally, it came back snow white and curly.
I was a freshman in high school now and getting ready to get my license. I was growing up, slipping away and I know that it bothered her that often she couldn't do more with me.
The above picture was taken in June of 1991. She looked healthy, she was doing more now. Things seemed to be getting back to normal. I turned 15 that September and got my driver's license. She was still my over-protective mom though. She wouldn't let me drive alone, but she would always let me drive her to Wal-Mart or to a check-up.
Why is it you can remember some days as clear as if they just happened, but after that everything is a complete void. Like someone has suddenly cut out parts of your life, and you can only see them in small clips.
I can remember that day down to the T. I remember what I was wearing. An outfit my mom had bought me.
A maroon, white and navy striped shirt from the Gap, a pair of Gerbeau jeans, and a pair of dexters.
I was in Chemistry class taking a quiz when the headmaster came in. I swear for some reason I knew she was there for me. Something in my heart lurched when I saw her. But I didn't know it was for that.
She tried to make small talk with me as we walked from the Senior High building to the Jr High building, but I was too nervous to do anything more than say 'yes maim" back to her. But when I saw my brother standing in the office. I just knew, I just knew this was bad. Very very bad.
He was standing there in my private prep school, wearing a ratty t-shirt, his torn blue jeans, and his barn boots, the pants legs of the jeans half tucked in, half out, as if he had thrown them on in such a hurry that it didn't matter.
I remember one of the secretaries asking if he wanted to use one of the rooms in the back. He had shook his head and just clutched me so tight I couldn't breathe. As we walked out, I noticed that he hadn't driven to the school, his good friend had driven him.
When we got in, he just held on to me. And then said. "Momma's gone, sis."
I remember saying, "Huh?" It just didn't compute with me. How could she be gone? I had just kissed her good-bye that morning, less than 3 hours before. She had a cold, which was common for all of us once fall started to set in.
"She's gone. Momma died." He was crying and I couldn't move. I couldn't function. My mind had gone to shut down mode. I don't even remember crying at that moment.
By the time we got home, they had already taken her to the morgue, I guess. My dad was gone too. I think that maybe my mom's brother had come and her sister. But I really don't remember.
I just remember going to look for her. But she wasn't there. I just wanted to be alone then. But no one would let me. My sister-in-law's friend took me and my best friend to get pizza. Then my cousin took me to the football game that night.
It started to sink in once people there started coming up to me and saying how sorry they were. I didn't know what to say. I would just nod. Everything after that point is a blur, the missing movie clips to my life. Maybe they are right when they say that the brain has a way of shutting down when faced with something too traumatic for the body to deal with.
I guess the point I am trying to make with telling the story of my mom and her battle with ovarian cancer is that you need to take care of yourself. My mom was too busy taking care of everyone else to take care of her own health. She knew something was wrong. She even knew the days before she died that something wasn't right. She was bloating again for one. Instead of going to her oncologist, she went to her general practice doctor, who just told her she had a cold.
Her body had begun to retain fluid that spread to her lungs. She died of respiratory failure, due to fluid in her lungs.
Later I have found out more about her battle with cancer. My brother and father had begged her to talk to me about it. To tell me what was going on. But she didn't want to do that. She didn't want me to worry. I was still a child who didn't need to be burdened with that.
I really wish she had talked to me. Told me that she was tired of fighting this horrible beast called cancer and all of its side effects.
My mom was 2 months short of her 50th birthday. A lady who was born just a couple of weeks after Pearl Harbor was bombed. My mom was such a great person. She was a loving mom, who lived to make her children happy. She loved her family, her 2 brothers and 1 sister and all their children. If you had a problem, my mom was the one who would go through hell and high water to help you.
So ladies, please please keep up on your yearly visits. If something doesn't feel right tell you doctor. And keep telling them until they do something, And if they won't listen go to another doctor.
I keep thinking that if only she had gone sooner, her chance of survival would have been so much better. It would have been caught sooner. She would have been alive today to see all her grandchildren here on earth.
And if you are diagnosed, please talk to your children. Tell them what is going on.
To learn more about the symptoms of ovarian cancer and to donate to ovarian cancer research go here:
https://www.ovariancancer.org/
Me and my mom.
My mom's senior picture.
Helen Heath Hill
Dec. 20, 1941 - October 11, 1991
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Big 3
I've thought long and hard before blogging about this. It is one of those subjects that I tend to avoid because it is one of those things that are the BIG 3. You know the big 3 that you don't discuss. Politics, Religion and Sex. Well, this post involves them.
Can't we just go back to when it is impolite to ask someone who they were voting for or voted for. I remember being a little girl and going with my mom when she cast her ballot back in the Reagan/Bush election. I asked her who she voted for and she very firmly told me that was a private matter and that it was rude to discuss. Now it is commonplace to talk about politics. But anyway, back to what I was originally going to blog about.
Sen. Palin and her 17 year old daughter Bristol's pregnancy: This seems to be causing a huge uproar. There are those who are indifferent to it. They don't care one way or the other. Others feel this shows just what a great family and values she has because Bristol is keeping the baby and marrying the father. Others are just talking about this until it is hashed and rehashed.
Here is what I want to know. If this was a man, say this was Sen. Sam Palin from Alaska, would we be talking about the children, the infant son who has Down Syndrome, or the older daughter who is pregnant? I think we would be focusing on the experience and voting record more.
Would comments such as how can she help run a country if she can't even control her children be said? I think not.
I do have my questions on if she knew her daughter was pregnant and McCain knew it as well, why put your daughter through this media hell storm? I can understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. But this is your daughter. Going through what is a very difficult time whether you are 17 or 27.
It is Bristol that has my concern. What she must be thinking and going through right now. Having her life be the spotlight of conversation. She made a choice. Maybe it was a bad choice, but it was her choice none the less. Will her young marriage work? Only time will tell. She has made a choice to keep this baby and raise it. And I wish them well.
Coming from another young mother to another I know that she has a long tough road ahead. But at least she has a strong family behind her. She has the resource available to help her and even the father of the baby to stand beside her.
Some other teens are not so lucky.
Can't we just go back to when it is impolite to ask someone who they were voting for or voted for. I remember being a little girl and going with my mom when she cast her ballot back in the Reagan/Bush election. I asked her who she voted for and she very firmly told me that was a private matter and that it was rude to discuss. Now it is commonplace to talk about politics. But anyway, back to what I was originally going to blog about.
Sen. Palin and her 17 year old daughter Bristol's pregnancy: This seems to be causing a huge uproar. There are those who are indifferent to it. They don't care one way or the other. Others feel this shows just what a great family and values she has because Bristol is keeping the baby and marrying the father. Others are just talking about this until it is hashed and rehashed.
Here is what I want to know. If this was a man, say this was Sen. Sam Palin from Alaska, would we be talking about the children, the infant son who has Down Syndrome, or the older daughter who is pregnant? I think we would be focusing on the experience and voting record more.
Would comments such as how can she help run a country if she can't even control her children be said? I think not.
I do have my questions on if she knew her daughter was pregnant and McCain knew it as well, why put your daughter through this media hell storm? I can understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. But this is your daughter. Going through what is a very difficult time whether you are 17 or 27.
It is Bristol that has my concern. What she must be thinking and going through right now. Having her life be the spotlight of conversation. She made a choice. Maybe it was a bad choice, but it was her choice none the less. Will her young marriage work? Only time will tell. She has made a choice to keep this baby and raise it. And I wish them well.
Coming from another young mother to another I know that she has a long tough road ahead. But at least she has a strong family behind her. She has the resource available to help her and even the father of the baby to stand beside her.
Some other teens are not so lucky.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Country girl turned city diva
I was born and raised in the country. We had land, lots and lots of land. Cable didn't make it out to our little corner of the world until I was in my teens. And then it didn't have MTV! The guy who started the little country bumpkin cable company didn't want "that filth".
We had horses, at least 7 at most times. Dogs, 23 (that was my dad's hunting dogs inlcuded in the mix), barn cats, and ducks. I grew up fishing, riding in rodeos, and generally being a tomboy.
I was a bona fide country girl, except I went to a prep school.
Then I moved out of Mississippi and went to the city. Yes, complete country mouse goes to the city. Except this little country mouse found out that she LOVED the city.
I love living in the suburbs. I love being close to shopping malls, my many coffee shops, and not having to drive 30 miles to get to a grocery store.
We go home about twice a year and my family is horrified that I have turned my back on my country roots. I no longer own a pair of cowboy boots, have jeans that have Wrangler stamped across the butt. And horror of all horrors I shop at health food stores!!
My husband, the Yankee turned Kansas transplant, is still a country boy. His friends are constantly asking us to go fishing, camping and go on float trips with them. Ummm.. Can we get a cabin to go camping. Ya know, one with air conditioning, running water in the cabin and maybe a Wi-Fi connection?
A float trip? No... Floating means being in water that is not in a pool, water that has snakes in it. Snakes mean a possible encounter with those spawns of the devil. The quickest way too see my admitted to the mental hospital is to put me in contact with a snake. I am getting the shakes just typing about them. I can't even look at pictures of them without having a fit, what makes you think I am going to react any better when I see one in person. Well, person to demon spawn!
The great outdoors. How about the great outdoor shopping mall!
We had horses, at least 7 at most times. Dogs, 23 (that was my dad's hunting dogs inlcuded in the mix), barn cats, and ducks. I grew up fishing, riding in rodeos, and generally being a tomboy.
I was a bona fide country girl, except I went to a prep school.
Then I moved out of Mississippi and went to the city. Yes, complete country mouse goes to the city. Except this little country mouse found out that she LOVED the city.
I love living in the suburbs. I love being close to shopping malls, my many coffee shops, and not having to drive 30 miles to get to a grocery store.
We go home about twice a year and my family is horrified that I have turned my back on my country roots. I no longer own a pair of cowboy boots, have jeans that have Wrangler stamped across the butt. And horror of all horrors I shop at health food stores!!
My husband, the Yankee turned Kansas transplant, is still a country boy. His friends are constantly asking us to go fishing, camping and go on float trips with them. Ummm.. Can we get a cabin to go camping. Ya know, one with air conditioning, running water in the cabin and maybe a Wi-Fi connection?
A float trip? No... Floating means being in water that is not in a pool, water that has snakes in it. Snakes mean a possible encounter with those spawns of the devil. The quickest way too see my admitted to the mental hospital is to put me in contact with a snake. I am getting the shakes just typing about them. I can't even look at pictures of them without having a fit, what makes you think I am going to react any better when I see one in person. Well, person to demon spawn!
The great outdoors. How about the great outdoor shopping mall!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
We have kids to do housework, right?
When I was growing up I never had chores. Of course, I had to clean my room but for the most part I didn't have to do anything. I was the baby and my mom had some strange idea about just letting me enjoy my childhood. Long story short, I never learned to cook, do laundry or iron until after she died when I was 15.
After struggling and getting the laughs from others about my lack of cooking and laundry skills,my husband didn't appreciate his white socks being turned pink, I swore that my kids would have chores and learn at a young age to do all those things I never did.
I now know why my mother thought it was just easier for her to do it than let me. The 2 tweens have had since 10 this morning to clean the kitchen and bring down their dirty clothes. It is now two thirty in the afternoon.
Oldest tween decided to take a shower before cleaning the kitchen. This took an hour. Then youngest tween decided to tease her sister about a phone call from a boy.
Cue argument about being nosy and how older tween hates having a younger sister
Oldest steps in puppy poo on the stairs, she must now take another shower or so she says. Then me hollering to just wash off her foot and then pick up the puppy poo. Older tween says it is sister's turn to do it since she did it last.
Then me saying I don't give a rat's @$$ who does it, just pick it up before I step in it and puke!
Younger tween is cleaning her room that looks like a band of rabid pigs live in it. But taking long breaks to watch The Mummy with dad and having temporary amnesia when I ask her what she is supposed to be doing.
The kitchen is half way clean. Oldest tween's idea of sweeping is only touching the floor in between throwing the broom around like a girl doing a flag corps routine. Dirty clothes have still not been brought down to be washed. Clean clothes are still on the dryer waiting for one tween to decide that she needs clean underwear and socks.
Where is the computer geek dad in all of this?
Sitting on the couch, fiddling around on his laptop.
After struggling and getting the laughs from others about my lack of cooking and laundry skills,my husband didn't appreciate his white socks being turned pink, I swore that my kids would have chores and learn at a young age to do all those things I never did.
I now know why my mother thought it was just easier for her to do it than let me. The 2 tweens have had since 10 this morning to clean the kitchen and bring down their dirty clothes. It is now two thirty in the afternoon.
Oldest tween decided to take a shower before cleaning the kitchen. This took an hour. Then youngest tween decided to tease her sister about a phone call from a boy.
Cue argument about being nosy and how older tween hates having a younger sister
Oldest steps in puppy poo on the stairs, she must now take another shower or so she says. Then me hollering to just wash off her foot and then pick up the puppy poo. Older tween says it is sister's turn to do it since she did it last.
Then me saying I don't give a rat's @$$ who does it, just pick it up before I step in it and puke!
Younger tween is cleaning her room that looks like a band of rabid pigs live in it. But taking long breaks to watch The Mummy with dad and having temporary amnesia when I ask her what she is supposed to be doing.
The kitchen is half way clean. Oldest tween's idea of sweeping is only touching the floor in between throwing the broom around like a girl doing a flag corps routine. Dirty clothes have still not been brought down to be washed. Clean clothes are still on the dryer waiting for one tween to decide that she needs clean underwear and socks.
Where is the computer geek dad in all of this?
Sitting on the couch, fiddling around on his laptop.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Nice digs!
Nice digs!
Originally uploaded by angelsdream76
A few days ago, I come back from Tween2's Back To School night and see Tween1 and 2 outside with one of their friends, holding something.
As soon as I get out of the truck, I am ambused with "LOOK! LOOK! It's a kitten." I nod, yeah. It's a kitten." A kitten who is Kate Moss skinny and cross-eyed.
I go inside and immediatly hear "No cat!" from the husband. He knows me too well. I am just like my dad with animals. Find a stray, I have to love on it and give it a home.
Tween's friend says she is going to keep it since she found it. This sparks rabid fights around, since said friend is a spoiled little brat at times.
All I want to do is watch the Chiefs game. And relax after being forced to sit in elementary school chairs and deal with the over-hyper over-involved PTA crowd, and other moms/dads who take notes during the entire thing.
Then the doorbell rings, friend comes with a sad face and the kitten.
My mom says I can't keep it, so I'm giving it to you. But it's still my cat and you have to name it Scarlett.
Husband just rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in defeat. He is not a cat person, give him a dog anyday.
Now we haven't had a cat in 6 years, ever since we had 2 back in his military days. I have to go to the Evil Empire that is Wal-Mart and get liter, food and a flea collar.
Scarlett is adjusting well, going to the Vet Friday. Learning to play with the dogs too.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Witnessing History!
Yesterday me and my youngest daughter, ( The one who wants to be a Stealth fighter pilot and be the first woman to walk on Mars.) were watching the morning news. As we sat there and watched the recap of Hillary Clinton's speech, I told her that less than a hundred years ago what she was seeing would never have been possible.
A woman running for president, an African-American running for president. And now, Barack Obama as the Democratic nominee.
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!! History being made right before our eyes!
And now, John McCain has selected a woman as his running mate. Sarah Palin.
You know, leaving politics aside, republican or democrat. We are seeing history being made. The glass ceiling has been blown out for women. Girls are seeing role models. Smart women.
And I think that is something that we can all get behind.
A woman running for president, an African-American running for president. And now, Barack Obama as the Democratic nominee.
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!! History being made right before our eyes!
And now, John McCain has selected a woman as his running mate. Sarah Palin.
You know, leaving politics aside, republican or democrat. We are seeing history being made. The glass ceiling has been blown out for women. Girls are seeing role models. Smart women.
And I think that is something that we can all get behind.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Hello All
Okay, I never know how to start these things out. Do I give you some short synopsis about what I will be blogging about? Do I give you a biography of my life, my husband and my 2 tween girls? So instead of doing that, I will just go right ahead and jump off the high dive. Hopefully I don't sink like a stone straight to the bottom.
I have to first admit I watch junk TV. Alot of it. If there is a show on unruly kids, parents who think it is adorable when little Johnny beats his sister like a bongo. I am watching.
A show about people trading moms for a week, when one is a vegan Democrat agnostic and the other is a meat eating, Ted Nugent worshiping, evangelical.
You better believe I am sitting with my buttered popcorn watching.
And those real housewives of a gated community you'll never breathe in. Never before has better comedy been made.
There is just something about it that I can't turn away from. Now, that Dancing With The Stars, So You Think You Can Dance, and American Idol!
Hell to the no! I just cannot stomach it. Weird, I know.
After trying to get the house to not look like a family of pigs live here. Or 2 tweens and a husband, the other big kid. I kick back and watch reruns of Trading Spouses and Nanny 911 on CMT.
I love how clueless the parents are on the nanny show. The one mom says her 4 year old is very joyful. Cut to clip of said 4 year old screaming, and demanding to be fed at dinner. They also always show the family pet being treated like a trampoline.
What they really is to sic the nanny on the parents. But apparently it just takes a British accent saying "You've been very naughty" to straighten these kids up in an hour.
I have to first admit I watch junk TV. Alot of it. If there is a show on unruly kids, parents who think it is adorable when little Johnny beats his sister like a bongo. I am watching.
A show about people trading moms for a week, when one is a vegan Democrat agnostic and the other is a meat eating, Ted Nugent worshiping, evangelical.
You better believe I am sitting with my buttered popcorn watching.
And those real housewives of a gated community you'll never breathe in. Never before has better comedy been made.
There is just something about it that I can't turn away from. Now, that Dancing With The Stars, So You Think You Can Dance, and American Idol!
Hell to the no! I just cannot stomach it. Weird, I know.
After trying to get the house to not look like a family of pigs live here. Or 2 tweens and a husband, the other big kid. I kick back and watch reruns of Trading Spouses and Nanny 911 on CMT.
I love how clueless the parents are on the nanny show. The one mom says her 4 year old is very joyful. Cut to clip of said 4 year old screaming, and demanding to be fed at dinner. They also always show the family pet being treated like a trampoline.
What they really is to sic the nanny on the parents. But apparently it just takes a British accent saying "You've been very naughty" to straighten these kids up in an hour.
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