Stay at home mom spilling the beans on everyday life!

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Track Season Assignment #15

I grew up in a small town that held horse races for the oldest incorporated track in the country.
There was always something fun going on in the summer. From concerts, to tourists to track season. It was always busy. Now if you were driving through town you’d only get pissed off. Traffic was horrible. I can remember my mom and dad always swearing at the other cars! Ha!
My friends and I would hang out downtown, eating ice cream and “tourist watching.” People are so damn interesting. We loved seeing all the old people walking with their heads back taking pictures of everything.
Track Season is still going on, but for me its been cancelled. I’ve lived so far away for so long now. It’s been YEARS since I have been able to just hang out in town. I get homesick for it sometimes, the nostalgia of my childhood… Most of my school friends still live in our home town and are able to enjoy the festivities.


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Serial Killer II Assignment #13 Pt. 1

I found my passion.
Well, I’ve known what I love to do for a long time. But it just dawned on me that I would like to do this as a career.
I am the biggest foodie I know, I want to cook for other people. Food gets me excited. I love when I bite into a dish and all I can do is giggle; watching other people melt over my food.
There isn’t one specific thing I like to cook. Between meals and desserts I like to span over the globe… Italy, England, France, Mexico, Poland, Germany, Greece…
I want a food truck. I know, I know… Food trucks are trending right now, But I am hoping that I can make money, save up and eventually open a store front!

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A Letter to Outlaws Assignment #14

Dear Outlaws,
I’ve been watching you on the television set for a while now, on a show called Wild West.
I hope that one day I can be like the good guys that catch you! I would wear a white cowboy hat and be the fastest gun slinger in the west!
I want to put all you bad guys in jail and save the day! You really should think about going straight. Didn’t your mommy ever teach you its not nice to spit and say bad words? I’ll sure teach you once I am big enough to ride my own horse!
The 10 year old boy whom watches too much television.

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I hear the littles Assignment #12

I sit on my enclosed back porch, watching the littles run around the yard. Through the sprinkler. They are inventing their own games, arguing over rules.
“NO!” My 8 year old daughter shouts, “You have to jump the THIRD time you pass that spot on the grass! You lost! Go back to the beginning!”
I have no clue what she is talking about. She is yelling these nonsense directions to her brother and sister ( 5 and 3.5 years old.)
My youngest is almost 4. She is tough as nails. She hollers back at her sister “No! I don’t wose! YOU wose!” The middle little and only boy, just stands there. Not understanding what the “big deal” is. He is more the silent type and will mostly go along with anything either of the girls say.

I would like to see that each of their personalities stay the same for the most part. I may be biased but each of my 3 littles are so damned cute, well rounded and developed.

I listen to, not what the kids are talking about, but how they are presenting themselves to each other. There is a pecking order among them, one I didn’t really expect. The baby is the BOSS. Try to tell her other wise, I dare you! HA! She is so rough and tumble, its nuts.

My oldest, I always joke, is 8 going on 16. Since the day she was born she has always had that preteen-ness about her. I’m not sure what I will do once she finally does hit that age. Smaaart! Too smart for her own good. Going into the third grade next year she will already be taking advanced placement classes at her school. She wants to be a pathologist and help solves crimes!

And the boy. That’s what we call him, Boy. He loves it. My best bud, loves his mommy. He is so damned agreeable and so handsome it actually hurts to look at him. The Boy will definitely be a heart breaker once he grows up. That’ll be his dad’s problem.

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The Big Move. Assignment #11

My whole life up until now had been a series of apartments, all throughout the same town. Most, even, right on the same street. A couple months here. A year there.

One day my parents came home from work and announced that we were moving yet again. “This time we are buying a house!” My mother explained. They went on to tell us (my brother, sister and  myself) that this house wasn’t going to be in Waterford… It was 30 minutes north. I was heart broken to have to leave my friends. Even though we lived in several different apartments we had always gone to the same school. Now I was going to have to start middle school some where else.

As a 12 year old life isn’t just isn’t fair. “This new place better be good.”  

Mom and Dad took me up to the house that weekend. To scope things out. We drove for, what seemed like, forever. Finally going through a small neighborhood.

“Here we are!” Dad was so excited I thought he might burst.

It looked pretty big. At least compared to the apartment. My dad told me that there were only 3 bed rooms so he had had a room in the basement converted into my own space. I liked the sound of that! Sounded .. dark and brooding. Ha!

There was all the usual stuff here. Eat-in kitchen, living room, bathroom..

“Come on, let’s go out back” I followed my Mom onto the back porch.

“Holy crap!” We had our own in ground pool! It was huge! Last summer when we wanted to go swimming, my sister and I would take the bus across town to the public pool.

Now we had one right in our backyard!

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Pumpkin Pie Assignment #10

The pumpkin pie I ate as a kid wasn’t anything “special.” Only the usual canned pumpkin and Pillsbury pie crust. There were only 3 occasions that we would eat it though. Thanksgiving, Christmas and my birthday! Ha!
I think that I would want it for my birthday day, which is the beginning of December to kind of bridge Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I know a lot of people go freakin nuts over the Holiday season, but I really flip my shit once September hits.
In September the kids start school, which is always a big deal! (My middle child, a son, is 5 this year and gets to go to Kindergarten)
I start getting my kids to think about Halloween costumes, whether they are going to be store bought or homemade. Figuring out which neighborhood we are going to go trick or treating in, finding all the city sponsored Trunk or Treats..
Shit, there I go off on a tangent again.
Anyway, once all the Halloween decorations come down, the Thanksgiving one go up and the Husband and I get the kids thinking about what they are thankful for. Watching the Macy’s Day parade. football… cooking for HOURS. Last year on thanksgiving day my oven shit the bed and couldn’t hold temp for more than 30 minutes or so at a time, that was a pain in the ass. Lots of family cramming into my not very large house.
Only a couple days after Thanksgiving is my birthday, a whole nother reason to celebrate! And get the TREE! Ha! With more pumpkin pie!
Right after my birthday I really start planning on Christmas presents, and planning Christmas dinner. If it happens to be held at my house that year. Last year we had two Christmas’. My Younger sister and her family drove around the new year and stayed for a week (I got to keep my tree up!!) We called it “Christmas, Take Two.)
All in all pumpkin pie represents the hustle and bustle of the holiday season for me!!
on a side note, I also cannot eat ANYTHING pumpkin or spicy (cinnamon, nutmeg..clove) that would be a reminder of the season during the off season. It feels like cheating!

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Assignment # 9


Jack and Amy strolled through Central Park almost daily. Their lives were so hectic, it was hard to make time for each other. These daily walks helped them to reconnect.

Amy’s mind was on over drive. “I don’t know what to say, what is this going to do to us?”

Walking off  steak and wine, Amy searches for something to make small talk.. “Jack? It’s such a nice night, I’m glad we came out. The park is perfect this time of day.”

“Mhmm” He agreed “Amy looks nervous.. will she tell me what’s bothering her…?” “Jack” Amy interrupts Jack’s thinking. ” We should find a bench, I’m tired, let’s rest our feet.”

“O.K. There is a bench right over there.”

They came up on a little old lady sitting under the trees.

“Looks like trouble in paradise” Selma surmised.

“Is that woman knitting? Or that other needle working thing? I wonder what she’s making…” Amy couldn’t concentrate on what she was wanted to say aloud to her beloved, faithful husband of 12 years.

Kids on skateboards, men and women in work out clothes; running, biking and rollerblading past Jack, Amy and Selma.

“If that woman chews on her lips any longer she wont have any left!”

“She’s making me nervous now, Amy hasn’t stopped wringing her hands since we sat down. She is never too tired to take our walks… We always make it all the way around the pond and home just fine.”

“Amy, what’s the matter? You seem to be on edge tonight.”

Amy burst into tears. “Oh! Jack! We lost the baby!” Sobbing into Jack’s shoulder.

Those poor, poor kids!”  Selma’s hearth wrenched for them. “Jesus, help them.” 

Jack held Amy tight, tears in his own eyes. “Oh! Lord no!” “Amy what did the doctor say exactly?!”

“She did an ultrasound to confirm the age of the baby, it showed that the baby hadn’t grown since my last appointment, there was no heart beat” Amy choked out her words. “It sounds even more horrific repeating this to Jack!”

The little old lady, hearing everything, walked over to the couple to offer her condolences. “I’m very sorry for your loss, young man, young lady. The LORD works in mysterious ways. In time He will give you peace. You only have to have faith.”

“Thank you ma’am.” They responded. The couple watched as Selma packed the little red sweater she was making and walk away.

“Amy, I know that we can work through this. Maybe it is a sign..”

“I just don’t know what to say, what to think or even how to feel right now.” “Numb. That’s how I feel”

Jack thought to himself “I feel numb, that’s the only way to describe it.”

Jack and Amy sat in Central Park until well passed dusk, holding each other. Crying, talking about the baby that would never be.