Ever have a time when the same topic keeps popping up again and again in your life? That was basically the past five days. I have heard the same message quite a few times. I’m taking it as a sign that I’m supposed to do something with it. My first thought was to take to… Continue reading Which Son Am I?
I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing. I have often dreamed of being a fiction writer (or just write a book). Through my research on how to make this all happen I found that flash fiction, short stories, and serials are in demand in the publishing market. I also read the best way… Continue reading Fifty Shades of Trash
Today I was completely taken back, I mean, I’m just a humble mommy blogger who post random things that rarely have anything to do with anything. Yet somehow, sweet Fofofl’or of https://hushhspeaksoflty.wordpress.com/ nominated me for the Liebster award! I don’t know what to say! I guess by following the rules. As for Fofofl’or, her blog… Continue reading The Liebster Award
Once upon a time when I was twenty-one years old, I wanted a baby. Because my circumstances were not good for a baby, I adopted a wriggly black puppy named Mojo-Jojo. I called him Momo and he was my baby. I took him on walks, trained him, had a great vet for him, I even… Continue reading Your pet is not a baby
As a mom I spend more time at the grocery store than most other places. Thank goodness that it is literally down the street from us. Another blessing: Princess Pea LOVES going to the grocery store. Having a child who thinks grocery shopping is just as fun as going on a nature walk is fantastic.… Continue reading How a trip to the store taught me about Easter
I have made no secret of my deep dislike of Doc McStuffins (or Pet + Cat). I have made extra effort to avoid having those shows appear on our TV. Superman has been quietly supportive of my TV policing, until the other day. While cuddling with Princess Pea and channel surfing, she saw that Doc… Continue reading My Apology to Doc McStuffins
Growing up with an older brother I learned at a very young age the old adage “sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me.” Just as I’m sure he heard “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” Of course since this popular slogan has been tossed… Continue reading Sticks and Stones