Mom don’t read this one

Seriously mom, don’t read this. Abort mission, run for the hills, shield your eyes and your tender ears!

Let’s talk a minute about these late night text. You know the ones that you get after you’ve extinguished all your makeup and put some frumpy clothes on. Let’s talk about those 2am messages, “you up?”… “hey pay attention to me”… *dick pic*… “hey yo girl”… does any of that actually work? That’s not a rhetorical question, I want to know right now if there is some girl out there whose self respect is basically nonexistent who responds to this. Are girls doing this to you? Is that like a normal thing… I’m single not desperate. If you cannot contact me at a reasonable hour then don’t contact me at all, and if I don’t respond that’s not me playing hard to get, don’t try harder by sending me a pic of your junk! When girls play hard to get it’s like a tease mixed with a sweet, a little challenge with a wink. It’s not unfriending you and blocking you… don’t create another profile and find us to continue the unsolicited messages and pics.

I wish this message was directed at one person who is perhaps strung out on heroin somewhere but it’s not, this is a message for more than a handful of people who have joined some sort of gang that follow the same rules of late night textory. I won’t add pics to this blog like I usually do, simply because public shaming isn’t something I’m into. Ladies do yourself and women like me a favor… DO NOT RESPOND! If you’re entertaining this sort of behavior it is telling these types of men that this sort of thing is acceptable, it’s not.

I’m not sure what about my profile drew you in either. I keep looking back wondering if I accidentally posted nudes or something sexy… was it my mom tum from yesterday? Did I say something flirting that I wasn’t aware of? Maybe it was the snap that distorted my face and gave me 4 inch eyebrows… whatever the case, I’m not your girl. Im barely a normal persons girl. I don’t cook well, I’m not great at nurturing people. I disappear ALOT.

I could make you this if you get hungry

If you’re interested in someone here’s another way to go about it… try contacting them during a reasonable hour. Say something other than, “hey”, “how are you”… try mentioning a previous post they put out there like “hey I saw you were painting earlier, very cool” or “I noticed you’re really into a healthy lifestyle, any tips for a beginner” feel free to add a little flirt in there once a response comes through, that way they’ll know you have interest in them.

You’ll thank me later. Trust me.

Four year old grown up

Mornings are the busiest part of our day.  As I rush around reminding each kid of what they have left to do to get ready, I try to do various house chores.  I usually clean when I come home from work or school but throughout the night the kids get up and roam through the kitchen, Hailee may have an accident and change clothes, they secretly create a fort… whatever the case, there is always more work in the morning! A few days ago while we were in our morning rush my 4 year old daughter Hailee decided to change her clothes and leave them in the floor.  Fet up, I told her that she needed to pick her clothes up and walk them to the laundry hamper.  Then I continued to lecture her about how she needed to start taking care of herself because no one was going to clean up after her when she got older hahaha, I realize now how crazy I sound.  Well it turned out that Hailee took my words to heart.  Yesterday she made her own lunch, cleaned up her own messes all day and then she decided to make me dinner.


She calls it lettuce soup.  It has celery, fruit loops, and milk in it.  She stood there with this super excited face just waiting for me to take a bite. So I did, I really did.  Oh my goodness, the things we do to make our children happy.  Needless to say, I won’t be giving Hailee anymore lectures until she learns her way around the kitchen.

Secret Hideout

My Secret Hideout

Growing up on 100 acres of land I had this special spot. My siblings and I discovered what would become our playground, safe haven, and above all our secret hideout. While playing outside one afternoon, we invaded the woods that edged the top of a hill. The area overlooked about 20 acres, including our home and the road we lived off. There was a tree that had been struck by lightening, giving it this bent shape which was perfect for sitting. My brothers sat atop this tree as the lookouts and spy’s while I decided to clean our new “home” by gathering fallen leaves and branches. As I swept the leaves together with my hands I noticed something sparkle. I moved more leaves to get a closer look, it was GOLD!!! Or so I thought at the time, turns out I found glittery gravel that people used back in the day for driveways. I alerted the lookouts and we quickly became treasure hunters for the day, whipping off our socks to shove the best looking rocks into them and smuggle them home for safe keeping in our underwear drawer. This place quickly became our new favorite place that we titled The Golden Rocks. It’s been 20 years and I still find myself wanting to runaway to hide, be alone, and think at my secret hideout. I’m a 28 year old single mother of 3, working full time while going to school full time… who wouldn’t want to run away? Writing down my trials, feelings, and experiences seems to be the best escape I’ve discovered so far, I figured the best way to get feedback and give out advice would be to create a blog. So here I have it my online Golden Rocks 😄.