Monthly Archives: November 2012

8th Grade, I’m Cool With You Now

Ah, 8th grade. I remember going to school each morning, my heart palpitating in fear of what might happen that day. What sort of torture would I endure, who would I have to defend myself physically and/or emotionally from?

It was one of the hardest years of my life…and yet, I met my best friend. Hi Mint!

At the time I was experiencing these feeling, the ones where I thought I was a terrible human that nobody liked, I wanted to not exist.

Now, I look back at 8th grade, and I laugh a little.

I think about how unimportant most of those concerns were in reality. If I could transport some of the confidence I have as a 33 year-old back to 1993-1994, it would have been a better year.

I think about the people in this picture now. Now that I’m a little less self-absorbed. I never quite grew out of that, honestly. At the time, they were all going through issues of their own. Each person in this picture was struggling with something, I was just too wrapped up in my own issues to figure out what their personal trials were.

Ms. Hauser, you were a light during this trying time. I remember your kindness, your warmth, your infinite patience. Thank you for being that for me, for us.

Ms. Kapaldi, the librarian who recently passed away, thank you for being a safe haven for Mint and I when we conspicuously cut gym class to go hang out and read books.

I’m sorry for any hurtful things I said to any of you guys in pre-adolsecent mania. I think you’re all amazing people.

It’s clear we grew up and became functional, even successful, somewhat less dramatic humans.

I’m going to keep this in mind when Ari and Samara enter junior high school.

Recently, I’ve been teaching middle school. I thought it would bring back traumatic memories, but it’s had the opposite effect. I love these kids. They’re capable of so much. They can have intelligent debates, and they say what they mean. There’s no guise, no nonsense, just truth. Maybe that’s how you felt about us, Ms. Hauser.

The lesson I learned from my 8th grade year is: be aware of yourself, and also be aware of others. You never know what someone else’s internal struggles might be.

Peace out everybody, I’m gonna go play some freeze tag.

This is Not Happening

I’m not writing this. We’re not in the hospital. This isn’t happening again. Samara is not having surgery.

We’re not sitting in a hospital room waiting. Samara didn’t rip out her IV. I am not here.

Okay, maybe we are here, even though
I really don’t want to be.

I am grateful that my friend Ilana works at Cornell.

I am grateful that this is happening again. It shows me that I am strong. Samara is strong. We got this. We can handle this.

I am not going to crumble.

Even though this IS happening. I’m
not going to panic.

I am here for my daughter.
I will be strong for her.

The last time I was in this situation, after it happened…I broke down.

This time, I’m not doing that.

The universe has thrown me the same situation to show me that I can handle
this.

Just do it.
Move forward.

I am here.
I got this.


GEODEO Comment Contest - An Interview With Kristi Moe

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Kristi, the Director of Marketing from TCCD (the company that makes Geodeo) sat down via Skype to talk with me about what’s in Geodeo, why Tom’s of Maine is dangerous in addition to being inefficient, and what celebrity uses Geodeo!

Guess what? I’m having a comment contest!
Here’s how to enter:
1. Watch the video. It’s funny and educational, I promise.
2. Go to the Geodeo site (I’m tracking the results, so go to the site, monkeys!)
3. Post a comment below about what scent you want to try and why. The funniest most creative comment wins and I will send you something awesome in the mail!

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CONTEST END 12/14/12 :)

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I Never Thought it Was Possible, But I Have an Office!

I struggle to maintain order in my life and in my home. Order is not something that comes naturally to me. Maintaining focus is hard, and cleaning is much harder.

Recently, I was evaluated at an ADHD clinic. 
One of the things that was suggested to me was to work with a personal organizer. I knew just who to call, my lovely friend Dara who owns and operates her own personal organization company. It also helps that she’s known me since 1st grade.
Here she is in a tiny picture!
She’s not that tiny in real life. 
She’s also a pisces, and I love her.
Anyway, I’ve been working out of my bedroom. This has been the worst home office situation I could possibly imagine. 
I wanted to create a space where I could work comfortably. I had a room in mind, but there was a major problem, it looked like this:
And this:
Dara believed that this space could be an office. 
She believed that I could transform this space into an office.
She had faith in me.
I was scared.
She wasn’t.
She never gave up.
We worked for three hours.
I stayed with it.
I maintained my focus. 
I followed my dream.
I can do this, I told myself.
Just do it.
Make it happen. 
And it happened…this space…this messy scary space…. became this:
Thank you Dara, for believing in me.
Thank you for keeping me on task.
You are amazing.
My space is wonderful.
I am so grateful and at peace. 
xo
S.

Izzy And Bella Bath Bombs Giveaway!

I love to take baths. Unfortunately, since I have two little robots running around I never get to enjoy the luxury of bath like I used to.

However, tonight I was determined to enjoy a bath like I did in the good old days, before robots, I mean kids.

Lucky for me, I had the chance to try out an Izzy And Bella Bomb, which I received in the mail for review.

Izzy and Bella Bath Bombs have something exciting hidden inside them, whether it be a hidden ring or another mysterious item. I was excited to find out what my secret treasure would be… after taking a bath of course.

The scent I tried was “sweet orange” and it was really subtle and soothing. The Bath Bombs are infused with essential oils and are ideal for sensitive skin, which I have.
I watched the sweet orange bath bomb dissolve…

I waited excitedly to find out what my prize would be and…it was…this:

Now it’s your turn! Enter below to win an Izzy and Bella Bath Bomb! Leave a blog comment with which Bath Bomb you’d like to try!

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Full Disclosure: I received a Bath Bomb for review in the mail, and it was amazing.

Parenting Philosophy Judgement

I’m going to admit something to you, I judge people.
Yes, I do it.

If someone tells me something that they do with their kid that I (personally) wouldn’t do with mine, I judge them. Now, I’m not a complete asshole. I don’t do it out loud. But I do it, internally.

I blame society.

Look, I live in a neighborhood where I walk down the street, and random strangers will shout out parenting “advice” to me. These people think that they have the right to tell me how to parent my child. They are blatantly judging me.

We live in a society that condones judgement.

It’s okay to tell a mom to breastfeed.
It’s perfectly acceptable to force your opinions about formula feeding on a new mother.
It’s fine to tell a new parent that sleeping training is cruel.
It’s also perfectly reasonable to tell a parent that sleep training is the only way to get a baby to fall asleep.

What’s the matter with our society? Why are we so nosy? Why can’t we just raise our children the way we like, and stay the hell out of everyone else’s family.

What works for you might not work for another mother or father, or grandmother, or grandfather.

And guess what?

That’s okay.

We can be different from one another.

Diversity is awesome everyone.

Let’s embrace our parenting differences.

Let’s unite based on the fact that we all parent differently. Let’s try our best not to judge another parent because they do something differently from the way that we do it.

Do you have a parenting philosophy? I’d love to hear it!

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Put My Fire Out, Stranger

“Watch your child!”
“Hold her hand!”
“Pay attention to your son!”
“You’re a bad parent”
“You’re a shitty parent!”
“You’re a terrible human being!”
“You have no idea what you’re doing!”
“Give up!”
“Go home and change yourself, because you don’t work correctly. You’re defective.”

Hey stranger! You’re so brave in your car shouting parenting advice at me. You roll down the window and tell me what to do so freely. It makes you feel good to make me feel like shit.

You succeeded.

I feel like a terrible parent.

You feel great about yourself now that you told me how to watch my son, parent my daughter.
You feel powerful.

You drive away before I can retort, leaving me tasting vile rage.

I clench my fists.
I want to scream and cry.
Blood filled tears stream down my face.
Tears filled with rage.

I hate you stranger.
I hate you for ruining my day.
I hate the face I never saw. I hate the voice that I never attached to a face, the voice that told me how I was wrong.

I scream internally.
My insides ignite with fire. I’m filled with fury.
I have nowhere to place my fire.
It burns through me.

I’ll never see that face or hear that voice again.
I’m a fire waiting for water to quell me.

Focus

I need my keys.

 I just put them down, but where… I came in the door, I put my bag down, and I went to the bathroom. Where are the fuck are my keys? I usually hang them up on the thing. But they’re not on the thing. The thing is empty.

 “I’m hungry! I want a peanut butter sandwich! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! If you don’t listen to me, I’ll cry forever.”

 That’s an empty threat. He can’t possibly cry forever, it’s physically impossible.
 “WAAAAA!” Shit, Samara’s crying.

 “Did you hit her?”
 “No!” “Are you sure?”
 “I hit her.”
“You don’t hit her, use your words. Say sorry!”
“Sorry!”
“If your don’t listen to me, you’re not going to Trader Joe’s!”

 Where the fuck are my fucking keys?!
 Maybe they’re in the garbage. Samara could have thrown them in the garbage. She does that sometimes.

Nope, they’re not in the garbage. Wow, the garbage smells bad.

“Remember what I said?”
“Yes!” “So why are you doing that?”
“Because I’m trying to read a story!”

 I really have to leave. I’m still in my pajama pants.

“Why is she crying again?”
“I don’t know. Here Samara!”
 “Don’t give her that! She could swallow it!”

Where are my keys? Where’s my brain. I smell bad. Do I have time to shower? I’m so tired. Maybe I shouldn’t go. No, no, no, I have to go. It’s not like I’m going to sleep or anything crazy like that.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay…”
“Can you please stop doing that? I can’t focus when you do that.”
“But it’s in the story. The pigs say okay, okay okay…”

My brain hurts. My keys are probably in the refrigerator. I’m in the refrigerator, my brain is in the refrigerator.

“I’m gonna read a book, everybody hides in a new piece of the bow tie. And then…hide them before. No don’t touch that. Big, big house! Everywhere they went… I will count to ten.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Well at least they’re having fun. My keys aren’t having fun. Focus. Focus on what? Where am I going? What am I doing? Who am I? What am I wearing? How did I get here? I’m leaving.

 Nope, I can’t leave because I’m not dressed and my keys are missing. …

Win a $25 Gift Certificate to ImagineIt-ToysNow

Through the wonderful world of Twitter, I was introduced to Kori, a lovely stay-at-home mother of three, and owner of ImagineIt-ToysNow 

Kori and I are collaborating on a giveaway! The lucky winner will receive a $25 gift certificate to her website, where she offers toys for children and adults!

One of those toys, Ari and I really enjoyed playing with, it was a mini-chess set!


This chess set is one of the many items that you can find on ImagineIt-ToysNow.

I’ve been meaning to teach Ari how to play chess, and this set was just perfect for little hands. He had a great time learning how to move each piece, and loved capturing my pawns. 


Now, onto the giveaway…but first, a little more about Kori!




1. Kori, tell us about yourself! 


I’m a 26 years old homemaker with three wonderful children. My husband works in the oil field so he’s away a lot. I’ve always dreamed of being a wife and mom. Having the option to stay home and raise my kids and not miss everything while I was working was a no-brainer. My kids and I are blessed with an amazing husband and father. 

2. What is ImagineIt-ToysNow?

One of the mottos I live by is, “if you believe it, you receive it” and that is where I got “ImagineIt” from. ToysNow came from “toys nowadays.” ImagineIt-ToysNow is a site where you can find toys for people of all ages. 

3. What kinds of products do you have on your site?

No matter how old or young we are, we still have our toys: from speakers for a vehicle to hair extensions for that teenager, to phone cases and accessories. I wanted to offer a wide variety of items for the entire family. You’ll find a wide range of toys for all ages on my site. 

4.  What inspired you to create your website?

 I’m always online these days (like most people) and I came across this ad for stay at home moms who wanted to bring in an income. I had to check it out.  I did research and started learning all there is to know about having and running a website. I felt like this was the best opportunity for me to help my husband and still be home with the kids; have my cake and eat it too. I thought about what I go online for, and what I like and dislike about different sites I visit.

I wanted to make a site where people could find things for the whole family and not have to pay a lot of money for those items. With the holidays coming, I thought it was a great time to start my website and give people the oppotunity to save a little money and time. 

5. What do you hope people will gain from your site?

By visiting my website, I would hope people would feel comfortable buying online. A lot of websites out there charge outrageous prices. I know with three children, spending can be tight. I want to offer people the best deals on the products they love. So, sit back, relax, and browse the site. Beat the holiday crowds and crazies!


Enter below to win a $25 gift certificate to Kori’s site, ImagineIt-Toys Now


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My Friend, My Lover, My Flame

I have a man. We’ve been together since I was six years-old. We were friends at first. He kept me company while I tapped my fingers on my mother’s IBM Selectric II typewriter.

I clicked away at my story. It was about a princess who lost her hat.

Anyway, back to my man. He’s loyal. He’s been with me all these years. The relationship has grown. We used to be friends.

But then I turned 16.
It all changed.
We became lovers.

I was in love with him from the moment I opened my green composition notebook.
He stayed with me, through every poem, every story, every lost love.
He was with me when my first boyfriend broke my heart.
He stayed with me when I wrote poem after poem, short story after short story.

I went to college. We remained hard, fast, in love.

He’s mine.
He will always be.

Every time I gripped my felt tip pen, he was there, listening to every word, encouraging me to use my voice.

He stayed with me through Israel, London, Ithaca, Spain, Croatia, France, Brooklyn, Manhattan, The Upper West Side, 87th Street, Park Slope, he’s been there, and he’ll always be there.

I don’t use a pen anymore; only rarely. But when I feel my fingers touch the keys, my man is listening, he’s here, by my side. He’s caressing my back, he’s stroking my hands. He’s my one and only true love, and he’ll never let me down.

My man.
His name
is
Writing.