Lassie On the Loose


My beautifully amazing friend Raymanda tagged me in a little ditty called “Get to Know Me”. And since I am still struggling through a self inflicted writing hiatus, I decided to have a go at her little challenge. Nothing too terrible can come from it right?

1. Are you named after someone?

Nope. I am an original! Though I made sure my boys were named after family members.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday. Sigh…..

3. Do you have kiddos?

Boys by treeI live in the world of boys and wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, except for the smell. Sweaty lacrosse players are from from fruity fresh!

4. If you were another person, would you be a friend to yourself?

Absolutely! I am a fierce loving and loyal friend who suffers from wanderlust and has a earth hugging gypsy side that drives Hubby insane.

5. Do you have a guilty pleasure?

Red wine, afternoon naps and sitting in the sunshine.

6. Do you like your handwriting?

Yes. It’s a combination of cursive and printing.

7. What’s your favorite cereal?

Mmmmm, Peanutbutter Captain Crunch.

8. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their smile and then their eyes.

9. What is your eye color?

IMG_3558Moo cow brown.

10. Scary movie or happy endings?

This smooshy romantic loves a happy ending. The more Kleenex required the better!

11. Favorite TV show?

I have a few. I love Criminal Minds and also love to watch NCIS, Hawaii 5-0 and Big Bang Theory.

12. Summer of Winter?

Mmmmmm, I love me some sunshine. Give me the heat and sun all day long!

13. Hugs or Kisses?

Nothing beats a good bear hug.

14. What’s the furthest you’ve ever been from home?

Siberia. Craziest trip ever backpacking through the Sayan Mountains that ended with us getting airlifted out through a Russian mob connection. Cra-zy.

15. Do you have any special talents?

I can touch my nose with my tongue.

16. Where were you born?

IMG_2175Ohio – Go Buckeyes!

17. What are your hobbies?

Running, yoga, photography, writing, sideline cheerleader for my boys.

18. Do you have any pets?

IMG_2564We have a miniature poodle Sophie, which the youngest has renamed Stuffy and an African frog.

19. Favorite movie?

Oh there are many! Top Gun, 16 Candles, Meet the Parents, Old School and The Breakfast Club to name a few.

20. What color is your car?

Black and she answers to Black Betty.

21. What do you want to be when you grow up?

Carefree and happy.

Cars, Cooking and Chicks

-2What happens when you get cool chicks together to chat about cooking and cars? You get the Buick Summer Twitter Party!! Come join myself and other internet cuties this Wednesday July 17th at 8PM Central. We will be chatting about cooking with our ever adorable host Johanna from Momma Cuisine. You can even stalk her, I mean catch her hanging out, at one of the French Market locations around the Chicagoland area for her Summer Cooking Tour!

We will also be talking about the gorgeous new 2013 Buick Encore which is Buick’s brand new luxury crossover. It’s sleek, stylish and sassy. What is not to love about that? How about test driving one!  On July 20th you can drive one of these beauties at the New Lenox French Market.  HGTV Star, Robert North from Designed To Sell, will also be there as a special guest.

But it gets even better! By joining our chat you could win one of the fabulous prizes! Feast your eyes on these:

  • GRAND PRIZE – $100 Visa gift card
  • Buick cheese board/knife set
  • 2 copies of “The Woodford Reserve Culinary Cocktail Tour: A Journey with Bourbon” (Buick branded book) – to 2 chat participants
  • 1 copy of “Simply Ming One-Pot Meals” (Buick branded book by Ming Tsai and Arthur Boehm) – to 1 chat participant
  • 1 copy of “How to Roast a Lamb” (Buick branded book by Michael Psilakis) – to 1 chat participant

So what are you waiting for? Let’s get chatting!  I look forward to hearing your thoughts and ideas Wednesday July 17th at 8PM CST. See you then!

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Strong Mom Party of One, Please


I am often outnumbered, in fact, I am always outnumbered. I am the sole female living in a house full of boys. Not that this is anything new to me. I grew up with a brother, had all boy cousins and lived in a neighborhood full of boys. Ironically, girls are a foreign entity to me.

But being a Mom to boys is not always easy. My vision of motherhood is often challenged and is nothing like what I envisioned as a young girl. Being a Mom to boys has its own crazy unwritten rule book. Rule Number One: There are no rules. There isn’t much of a learning curve either. You leave the hospital with this bundle of boyhood and hit the ground running. Will you stumble? Yes. Fall flat on your face? Oh yeah. Love them unconditionally even though they drive you to the brink of insanity? Absolutely!

Here is what I have learned so far:

  • The seat is never down. Never. Dreams of it ever being down again have long been flushed away.
  • Body functions are funny. If it comes out of the body – it’s humorous. Most days it is downright hilarious. It’s even funnier when it is inappropriately timed or in a public forum.
  • Duct tape becomes your best friend and a necessity. It can fix toys, accessorize swords and guarantees that your child’s diaper stays on through the night.
  • Your vision of you house smelling sweet and welcoming is replaced by outdoor musk and stinky socks.
  • This vision takes a cruel turn for the worse when your child enters tweendom and discovers Axe. *save me*
  • Your purse becomes a safe haven for random Legos, action figures, gum wrappers, special rocks they had to keep, athletic cups and anything else they deem worthy of keeping but not important enough to carry themselves. This by the way applies to everything they own.
  • You cute sassy purse turns into a huge canvas Mom bag.
  • You will have an in-depth knowledge of Star Wars, bugs, football statistics and all the noises you can make with various body parts.
  • You will learn that boys have invisible dirt magnets under their nails and no matter how often you wash and scrub them, they will be black again in minutes.
  • Your husband, sensing the testosterone filled house, will embrace his inner 12 year old and teach and/or encourage many of the above mentioned behaviors.
  • You will have bad days. Days when you will yell, say not nice things, things you regret. You will be tired, angry and frustrated. They will still love you.
  • Your boys will see you at your worst and still think you are beautiful and when you put on a dress they will say, “WOW Momma, you look pretty!”
  • It will be the best and most rewarding job you will ever have!
  •  Take the StrongMoms Empowerment Pledge

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The Seeking Heart

A lone girl, desperate for acceptance and love but only allowed darkness. She was searching for light, but more importantly, she was searching for an ending. Death’s kiss promised that ending. Death enticed her with its wares, its beauty, its neverending peace. It made lavious promises of an infitude of light, an eternity of love. No longer would she be left, fruitlessly searching for a love they were not willing to give.

But when faced with the task – she failed. Yet another notch of incompetence, another glaring sign that she was undeserving of happiness. Even in the darkest of times she was not allotted even the tiniest shard of light.

Once again, she was alone.


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Why I Write


I often get asked why I write? Mostly by my boys, but I have been asked by others as well. With BlissDom around the corner (insert loud squee here) my writing heart strings are pulled tight. I can’t wait to surround myself with those who also hunger for words. Those, that if denied a chance to share the words tumbling around in their head would probably spontaneously combust. Google it – it happens.

For me, writing is a gateway to peace. A way for me to organize the creative life that lives within me. Nothing brings me more happiness than a new journal. Ok, maybe that first sip of coffee every morning is first but a new journal is a close second! The clean crisp pages beg to be filled, they long for words and verses and stories. It longs to be worn around the edges, the corners bent, the ribbon frayed. I carry journals with me everywhere and will often choose the physical act of writing over typing.

Writing gives me a place to escape, to verbalize my pain, bare my soul and create lives and stories for the imaginary people running around in my head. Writing allows me to breathe.

I would love to hear why you write, what scares you about writing and what is one thing you want to tackle with your writing. Always remember the words of Holly Gerth: “Be courageous and try to write in a way that scares you a little.”

You will be amazed at what comes from stepping out of your comfort zone!

Thrill Seeker

Ask, and it shall be given you; Seek and you shall find…

A new year is always full of new beginnings, endless possibilities and the sense that we can ultimately, once again, start anew. It is a refreshing, yet daunting feeling, especially if you were less than satisfied with the previous year.

As a way to focus myself, since I am not one for New Year’s resolutions, I choose a word for the year. It is not a new thing and I have done it for the past two years. In fact, it has become a sort of cult. Ok, maybe not that extreme but that makes you want to join in doesn’t it?

So as I pondered my word from last year, thinking about how I used it to change me, I wondered where I should go with this new word. I have spent a lot of time pondering, gnawing it over, listening, but most of all – waiting. Waiting for when I got ‘that‘ feeling that THIS is what I need to work on, this is where I need to focus. And then it hit me, like it has every time before… BAM!


It’s definitions scream to me:

  • to go in search or quest of: to seek the truth.
  • to try to find or discover by searching or questioning.
  • to try to obtain.
  • to try or attempt.
  • to go to: to seek a place to rest.
  • to ask for; request.
  • to explore.

What will I find if I truly seek what is out there for me. While the thought is frightening (what if I don’t like what I find), it also invigorates me. So with that, my journey has begun. I have no idea where this word journey will take me this year but here’s hoping for a wild ride!


I desperately searched his eyes for the answer, waiting for a response I didn’t want to hear.

He was still so young, but deep down, I knew his love for her was real.

This is my response to prompt two of this week’s Trifecta challenges: Write a 33 word response using the third definition of the word ‘Anticipation‘.

Any One Thing

In the chaos of life, days and weeks whip by in a fury of blurred dates and engagements. All the while my pen rests, collecting dust atop my tossed aside journal. Often I catch it, out of the corner of my eye.

I promise, I’ll make more time for you later…..”

Soon, later becomes days and once again I catch a glance of my long lost friend.

Oh… I have so much to share, so much to spill onto your pages!”

We dance this tango many times till our avoidance is perfected. Yet, whatever I do, I’m always welcomed back.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Whatever‘. My response, was VERY late to the party!

Hold On to Your Rabbit’s Foot – We’re Cerlebrating 13!

Once upon a time there was a girl, let’s call her lassie

She was dreaming of a lad who could be a bit sassy

She always drifted towards those spunky wild ones

For they of course, knew how to have the most fun!

And then one day HE came into her sight

This skater punk surfer suited her just right

He told her “The seat to the left is for you”

And from that night their true love grew

They went to their homeland once they were married

And over the threshold he graciously carried

Soon they doubled their numbers and doubled the love

Each little lad was truly, a blessing from above

They have seized the ups, they have tackled the downs

They have mastered the giggles and conquered the frowns

They fill their house with love and joy

For that is the life when you live life with boys!

And while some say the luck of thirteen is not good

I’ll grab my rabbit’s foot and knock on wood.

Happy thirteenth anniversary to my best friend and partner in crime. I am forever grateful for your love and friendship and ability to tolerate all the craziness that embodies me. I love you WAMHAS!!

Run Furby Run

Oh little hamster

Trapped once again on that wheel

Running in circles

Make the crazy stop

I can’t keep up with your pace

I’m too old for this!

Be sure to head over to Lou‘s to read what everyone else is haikuing about this week.