Happy March y'all!
I opened up an eBay store back in June of 2013. I basically take in peoples closets and resell them on eBay for a split percentage. I also buy storage units, yard sale and have various other methods of procuring items to sell. Basically, to break it down, I'm a retail reseller. Well, business is great! I may even be hiring someone in the near future so that I can grow. I love it! How did this all come about?
My husband needs me to stay at home with him. He has muscular dystrophy and is in a wheelchair. If I have a job outside of the house then its practically impossible to leave at his beckon call, so this is what I decided to do, for now.
Anyway, so business has been increasing steadily and I decided yesterday to reward my efforts with a pedicure. I never spend money on myself. Ever. I hadn't had a pedicure in nearly a year and it was just time. Flip flop season is right around the corner people. So, I go into our local Nail Star. Barbara Gray is going to kill me for that but I'm one of these people that have a hard time keeping an appointment due to my crazy schedule; I need a place I can go to on a whim. I enter the Nail Star (the one by Publix for all you locals that read my blog) and I'm asked the basic question: Hi. May I help you. Well, yes you can. I need a pedicure please. Pick yo color. So I pick this nudey pink color and I"m excited. One of the 'gentlemen' that was playing on his laptop said something in his native tongue. Immediately all three of the employees doing a pedicure look directly at me and laugh. I make eye contact with each of them and they quickly turn their heads. I sit down in the chair and it happens all over again. I feel my skin flush because I KNOW they are talking about me. How do they speak in that ultra-low tone? One man can say something while I'm two feet from him and I cannot hear him but the girl in the back of the building behind a close door calls out to him? What!
I would love for a nail place of this caliber to open up in my city somewhere where they have an 'English only' policy. I'd visit them and I'm sure a few of you would also.
In the words of Stephanie Tanner: 'How rude'.
I know this was pertinent information to get you through your Sunday but I really needed to share my thoughts!
Love,
T
R
A
C
I
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
What the heck just happened?
I swear to you, a scene out of American Horror Story just went down in the JC Penney salon. What the crap Batman.
I went to 97 different places (okay, 3) to get a hair cut because I was desperate. I knew there was no point in calling 'my lady' because she is so awesome that she is always booked. All three places I went were 'salons' and they all advertised 'walk-ins welcome'. Well, all I gots to say is.... don't advertise what you clearly cannot deliver. I could call those salons out but honestly what is the point. I will probably eventually forgive them all and go back one day.
I find myself dialing JC Penney salon. Don't judge. There is a guy there that has cut the girls hair several times and has done a fantastic job, very professional, very likable. So a young woman answers the phone, we will call her Chaos from this point forward. Chaos has some sort of speech impediment, which hey, I'm down, I can't say my r's and w's either. Chaos gets all my info and says 'I'll cut you now'. Well, little did I know that she meant that in the literal sense. Anyway, on with the story.
I need to side track here and say my hair has not been cut in nearly a year. It is down to my waist and it is stringy and dead on the ends. I just honestly do not take the time or spend the money on myself like that. So I knew when I went in there that I was probably going to get a good 3-4" cut off, easily. I attempted to sit down in Chaos' chair but it was shoved so far close to her work station that I could not fit. I had to ASK her to please move the seat back because it wouldn't even turn to let me in. She obliged. I sat. She takes my hair out of my bun that is piled on top of my head and says 'okay what do you want done'. I proceed to tell her that I would like long layers and side swept bangs. I TOTALLY regret the bangs comment as soon as it is out of my mouth. What the hell was I thinking.
At this point we leave her work station and go to the hair washing area. Chaos sprays me down with water, my back, my forehead, I'm dripping. I take a deep breath because I can see, I can feel that something is just not complete with this woman. Okay, I'm good. We can get through this. She begins to pat my head instead of scrub it. When I say pat I mean like you would 'pat' your animal. I had my hair washed, I mean patted and she handed me a towel and said 'here you go' and walked off. Okay at this point, I'm not sure if I should dry my own hair or run at 90 mph straight out the door. Well my dumb self left my glasses at her station so I couldn't see my hand in front of my face much less see enough to bolt for the door.
I go sit at Chaos' station. I know this is not going to go well but I am STILL giving her the benefit of the doubt because she is trying and God love her.....I don't know what the politically correct term is but something is going on with her mentally. So, I know what your thinking because I was thinking it too, 'Traci, you are about to let this woman put scissors to your head and cut your 8 feet long hair'.
Her first question to me was 'what kind of layers do you want'. Is their an option? I don't know. I always say 'do whatever you think is best' because you are the professional hair cutter person and since you are employed I'm going to ASSume you know what you are doing. I get offended when people tell me how to cook so I just try to remember that when I'm talking to a 'professional'. WELL, well, well....ya know what they say about ASSumptions don't ya?? Unhuh. Fail. She begins to question me about different angles to cut my hair. She did not find my 'I hate math' joke appropriate when I said 'hey, I'm not the one to be asking about angles'. I finally just said, layers, just long layers. I have no idea what the appropriate way to describe it is besides 'long layers'. I pull a picture up on Pinterest and she nods so we are on the same page.
Chaos cuts my hair nearly 20 minutes but nothing appears to be changing. She pulls her hand up and I hear her say 'oh'. My heart sank. To the ground. I just knew she had cut a chunk out of my hair or something. She RUNS away. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus. She comes back and continues on. She drops my hair again (the entire time flicking me in the face with wet hair). Runs away again. At this point I turn around and see what should be a massive amount of hair on the ground is no more than the amount that would come off a mans head while only shaving behind his ears. NOSE hair...it looks like nose hair on the ground. She comes back this time with a glove on her hand. OHHHHHHHHH I see, you cut yourself. She pulls my hair up AGAIN and that is when the blood drips down her hand right by my face and onto the floor...drip, drip, drip. Any of you that KNOW me, knows my distaste for blood, my utter fear of blood. I am one more drop of blood away from a total melt-down fashioned panic attack. The tears start to well up in my eyes on top of the wavering spots I'm seeing. I start taking huge gulps because I cannot suck in enough air at this point and once I actually get the air in I'm not exactly sure what to do with it.
The man that works there (and the only other person in the store) comes by and sees that I'm about to go down into complete meltdown mode, he says 'whats going on' to Chaos. Chaos says, 'Oh nutting, just call me the one gloved stylist'. Um, come again. I immediately turn the chair around and said 'she has been cutting my hair for 20 minutes and there isn't anything to show for it, she is bleeding ALL over the place and I'm leaving'. He asks if he can please finish the cut and sends me to his chair. He finishes the cut and it looks great. Chaotic but great.
I should have waited it out at the first shop that told me to come back in a couple of hours.
For the love.
Patience is a virtue.
Traci
I went to 97 different places (okay, 3) to get a hair cut because I was desperate. I knew there was no point in calling 'my lady' because she is so awesome that she is always booked. All three places I went were 'salons' and they all advertised 'walk-ins welcome'. Well, all I gots to say is.... don't advertise what you clearly cannot deliver. I could call those salons out but honestly what is the point. I will probably eventually forgive them all and go back one day.
I find myself dialing JC Penney salon. Don't judge. There is a guy there that has cut the girls hair several times and has done a fantastic job, very professional, very likable. So a young woman answers the phone, we will call her Chaos from this point forward. Chaos has some sort of speech impediment, which hey, I'm down, I can't say my r's and w's either. Chaos gets all my info and says 'I'll cut you now'. Well, little did I know that she meant that in the literal sense. Anyway, on with the story.
I need to side track here and say my hair has not been cut in nearly a year. It is down to my waist and it is stringy and dead on the ends. I just honestly do not take the time or spend the money on myself like that. So I knew when I went in there that I was probably going to get a good 3-4" cut off, easily. I attempted to sit down in Chaos' chair but it was shoved so far close to her work station that I could not fit. I had to ASK her to please move the seat back because it wouldn't even turn to let me in. She obliged. I sat. She takes my hair out of my bun that is piled on top of my head and says 'okay what do you want done'. I proceed to tell her that I would like long layers and side swept bangs. I TOTALLY regret the bangs comment as soon as it is out of my mouth. What the hell was I thinking.
At this point we leave her work station and go to the hair washing area. Chaos sprays me down with water, my back, my forehead, I'm dripping. I take a deep breath because I can see, I can feel that something is just not complete with this woman. Okay, I'm good. We can get through this. She begins to pat my head instead of scrub it. When I say pat I mean like you would 'pat' your animal. I had my hair washed, I mean patted and she handed me a towel and said 'here you go' and walked off. Okay at this point, I'm not sure if I should dry my own hair or run at 90 mph straight out the door. Well my dumb self left my glasses at her station so I couldn't see my hand in front of my face much less see enough to bolt for the door.
I go sit at Chaos' station. I know this is not going to go well but I am STILL giving her the benefit of the doubt because she is trying and God love her.....I don't know what the politically correct term is but something is going on with her mentally. So, I know what your thinking because I was thinking it too, 'Traci, you are about to let this woman put scissors to your head and cut your 8 feet long hair'.
Her first question to me was 'what kind of layers do you want'. Is their an option? I don't know. I always say 'do whatever you think is best' because you are the professional hair cutter person and since you are employed I'm going to ASSume you know what you are doing. I get offended when people tell me how to cook so I just try to remember that when I'm talking to a 'professional'. WELL, well, well....ya know what they say about ASSumptions don't ya?? Unhuh. Fail. She begins to question me about different angles to cut my hair. She did not find my 'I hate math' joke appropriate when I said 'hey, I'm not the one to be asking about angles'. I finally just said, layers, just long layers. I have no idea what the appropriate way to describe it is besides 'long layers'. I pull a picture up on Pinterest and she nods so we are on the same page.
Chaos cuts my hair nearly 20 minutes but nothing appears to be changing. She pulls her hand up and I hear her say 'oh'. My heart sank. To the ground. I just knew she had cut a chunk out of my hair or something. She RUNS away. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus. She comes back and continues on. She drops my hair again (the entire time flicking me in the face with wet hair). Runs away again. At this point I turn around and see what should be a massive amount of hair on the ground is no more than the amount that would come off a mans head while only shaving behind his ears. NOSE hair...it looks like nose hair on the ground. She comes back this time with a glove on her hand. OHHHHHHHHH I see, you cut yourself. She pulls my hair up AGAIN and that is when the blood drips down her hand right by my face and onto the floor...drip, drip, drip. Any of you that KNOW me, knows my distaste for blood, my utter fear of blood. I am one more drop of blood away from a total melt-down fashioned panic attack. The tears start to well up in my eyes on top of the wavering spots I'm seeing. I start taking huge gulps because I cannot suck in enough air at this point and once I actually get the air in I'm not exactly sure what to do with it.
The man that works there (and the only other person in the store) comes by and sees that I'm about to go down into complete meltdown mode, he says 'whats going on' to Chaos. Chaos says, 'Oh nutting, just call me the one gloved stylist'. Um, come again. I immediately turn the chair around and said 'she has been cutting my hair for 20 minutes and there isn't anything to show for it, she is bleeding ALL over the place and I'm leaving'. He asks if he can please finish the cut and sends me to his chair. He finishes the cut and it looks great. Chaotic but great.
I should have waited it out at the first shop that told me to come back in a couple of hours.
For the love.
Patience is a virtue.
Traci
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
First Priority.
Life is so short. Can I get an Amen?
I have so much stress in my life but most of it I have created. I lose sight of my priorities very easily. Do you? It cannot just be me. I have so much to do on any given day that most days I end up spinning my wheels. I'm starting to fall into the category of 'I do everything but I do nothing well'. You would never know it. If you are one of the ninety seven people that I do something for, then you would never know that the ninety six other people exist. I give 150 percent, each and every time, no matter how big or small the task. But, what is all this 'yes ma'am' stuff getting me? A frickin' headache, that's what.
I over volunteer. I say 'yes' way too often. I don't know why. I guess if I'm honest with myself its because I don't want anyone to think poorly of me for saying 'no'.
Lately, I have found myself in a predicament where I can't wait for the kids to go to bed so I can hop on the next project. That is terrible. When I actually realized that I was doing this I had to stop and think to myself....I have totally lost track of my priorities. Between working, blogging, room mom, soccer mom, cheer mom, cooking, cleaning, Junior Achievement, any other 'kid' thing, baseball, wrestling....I mean the list just goes on and on and on and on....Oh wait, I forgot about school, I am a full-time college student also. Do you notice what is missing from my very very long list? Church or anything that has to do with God himself. WHAT is wrong with me, where did I get so off track?
I typically spend Sunday mornings watching Church of the Highlands internet feed from my desk, while working. While it is amazing and Pastor Chris is wonderful, this just isn't cutting it anymore. The first Sunday in March, I will be in church. I physically will leave my house and find the righteous pathway back to God. I have let all of these things overwhelm me and consume me. It has totally made me forget what really matters.
If I have to say 'no' in order to say 'yes' to Christ then I guess I may be disappointing a few people. If Christ is your number one then your number two through ninety-nine thousand will certainly just fall into place.
~I can do ALL things through Christ Jesus. My father says so. Philippians 4:13.
It's a GREAT day,
Traci
I have so much stress in my life but most of it I have created. I lose sight of my priorities very easily. Do you? It cannot just be me. I have so much to do on any given day that most days I end up spinning my wheels. I'm starting to fall into the category of 'I do everything but I do nothing well'. You would never know it. If you are one of the ninety seven people that I do something for, then you would never know that the ninety six other people exist. I give 150 percent, each and every time, no matter how big or small the task. But, what is all this 'yes ma'am' stuff getting me? A frickin' headache, that's what.
I over volunteer. I say 'yes' way too often. I don't know why. I guess if I'm honest with myself its because I don't want anyone to think poorly of me for saying 'no'.
Lately, I have found myself in a predicament where I can't wait for the kids to go to bed so I can hop on the next project. That is terrible. When I actually realized that I was doing this I had to stop and think to myself....I have totally lost track of my priorities. Between working, blogging, room mom, soccer mom, cheer mom, cooking, cleaning, Junior Achievement, any other 'kid' thing, baseball, wrestling....I mean the list just goes on and on and on and on....Oh wait, I forgot about school, I am a full-time college student also. Do you notice what is missing from my very very long list? Church or anything that has to do with God himself. WHAT is wrong with me, where did I get so off track?
I typically spend Sunday mornings watching Church of the Highlands internet feed from my desk, while working. While it is amazing and Pastor Chris is wonderful, this just isn't cutting it anymore. The first Sunday in March, I will be in church. I physically will leave my house and find the righteous pathway back to God. I have let all of these things overwhelm me and consume me. It has totally made me forget what really matters.
If I have to say 'no' in order to say 'yes' to Christ then I guess I may be disappointing a few people. If Christ is your number one then your number two through ninety-nine thousand will certainly just fall into place.
~I can do ALL things through Christ Jesus. My father says so. Philippians 4:13.
It's a GREAT day,
Traci
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Things you may not know about me!
I wanted to do a little writing exercise today so I chose 'Things You Didn't Know About Me'. I hope you enjoy!
1. I am a strong believer that older individuals need to be retested for their drivers license at the age of 75. I mean, let's get real: if you can't see the color of the lights or the lines between lanes then its probably time to put the license away. 2,000 pound cars are not meant to be driven by just anyone, forever. :::: UPDATE! I have changed the age from 60 to 75 because I got a Facebook beat down for my age choice!
2. I haven't cut my hair in a year because I do not want to spend the money to do so. Ponytails are a nappy haired girls best friend.
3. I am controlling. About everything.
4. I attract psychos in every aspect of my life. I can't elaborate because then I'll sound like a psycho...wait...maybe, well...anyway.
5. I have a blog. Which obviously (unless you're one of the psychos) you already know that. I blog at least five times a week; I try to blog each day.
6. I have a dog that barks non-stop at my husband and his wheelchair, we can't figure out if its my husband or the wheelchair because he is kinda attached to it so, no room for an experiment there. Doug will move his joystick (get your mind out the gutter) to move and that one little click will send the dog into a tizzy. We can be on the opposite side of the house with the door shut and the tv in my room and the one in the living room on and holy crap batman....one tiny little click that is not audible to human ears...she goes ballistic. She hates him. We don't know why.
7. I have an unnatural obsession with Henry Cavill, Channing Tatum, Charlie Hunnam and Vin Diesel. My husband is aware of it.
8. I'd rather have a snake in my bed and know it rather than think there may be a lizard or a frog within a 60 yard radius. I hate frickin lizards and frogs....ughhh.....wait, unless I'm eating frog legs; I love frog legs.
9. I have three children. They are all three psycho. See #4.
10. I <3 vampire anything. I read vampire books, watch vampire tv shows and movies. I like me a good vampire. Fo sho. I watch Twilight at least once a month, fo rizzle.
11. I could live off of French food and/or cereal. Nom.
12. I wish I weighed 130 pounds, I haven't since about 4th grade.
13. I do not like odd numbers.
14. I own an eBay company. It is my sole source of income. I love it! It allows me to stay at home and work in order to take care of my husband and my kids. It is difficult to work from home because everyone expect that you are sitting around eating bon bons. I get up at 5:30 AM...I go to bed between 1 and 2 AM. You do the calculation.
15. I do not like COUNTRY music. Sorry Katelyn Carter.
16. I am completely 10000000% antisocial. OMG, I can't even talk about it. If I am in a situation where I went some where with a friend and they leave me to speak to someone else it will cause me to have a total breakdown. I clam up and forget how to use words.
17. I am NOT afraid of public speaking. How that works with #16, I have no idea.
18. I am in college for my second degree. I already have an associates of Culinary Arts. I want to be a Home Economic teacher when I grow up. Not sure when/if that will happen.
19. I love to cook. OMG I love to cook, I love to eat, I love food in general: reading about it, buying it, cooking it...whatever! I love all things about it! LOL! See why #12 will probably never happen!
20. I wear a lot of make-up. A lot. My original thought as I was leaving high school was to become a make-up artist. I am not someone that wears the same colors every day, I love to add in color on my face and I guess its because 99% of my wardrobe consists of black clothes and shoes.
21. I am teaching Junior Achievement for the third time at Meadow View Elementary. I love doing it and it is always an honor to be asked. The kids enjoy it and it is a great tool that provides the children with the basic knowledge about living in a community. If your school doesn't participate, I HIGHLY suggest you look into with a school counselor.
22. I am room mom to Mindy Jeffcoat (Tanner's Kindergarten teacher) and Connie Kakoliris, AKA: Miss K (Payton's teacher).
23. I am soccer mom to Payton's soccer team!
24. I am cheer mom to Haleigh's cheer team and let me tell you, I could write an entire article on that by itself. You talk about hard work - it is a part time job between June and December. I have been rewarded with the kindest words and torn down with the harshest. People never cease to amaze me. Let me tell you, if you are a football or cheer mom then hear this advice: put your big girl panties on and make sure you have skin thick enough to take a beating, because trust me when I say it WILL happen. No matter WHAT you do, it WILL happen. That one parent will not like ANYTHING you do, will accuse you of things, will insult you and will chew you up and spit you out. Just remember, you are volunteering YOUR time, they are not. You have to be the best you can be at the end of the day, they can like it or lump it. Honestly. With that said, I can't wait until next season.
25. I like to argue.
26. My feelings are hurt easily but that hurt usually just lights a fire under my butt. I will plot out revenge in multiple scenarios. I may even write some of those scenarios down.
27. I forgive easily but I never forget.
28. I have never ridden in a limo, air plane, cruise ship or 18 wheeler.
29. I am a reality show freak. My dvr was a nightmare. I finally gave up and purchased hulu and netflix. It is what it is people.
30. I look CRAY CRAY with blonde hair. Like, Kim Kardashian bad.
31. I have three best friends. I use them all for different things. Stefanie is my funny, smart A friend. I mean, if you need a good laugh she can ALWAYS hook you up. Then there is Jessica, she is my 'mommy friend', I call her for advice. Then there is my soul sister, Cassie. I call her for anything and everything. We can go weeks without speaking and pickup as if we spoke five minutes ago. Shes is totes my bff.
32. Wow this list is growing long.
33. I love teeny bopper stuff: Pretty Little Liars, Vampire Diaries, anything on the CW, silly teenager books...yeah, I have a problem.
34. I feel sorry for some kids because I know their parents.
35. I cannot deal with bodily functions. Eeek.
So, in case you didn't know; now you know.
Traci
1. I am a strong believer that older individuals need to be retested for their drivers license at the age of 75. I mean, let's get real: if you can't see the color of the lights or the lines between lanes then its probably time to put the license away. 2,000 pound cars are not meant to be driven by just anyone, forever. :::: UPDATE! I have changed the age from 60 to 75 because I got a Facebook beat down for my age choice!
2. I haven't cut my hair in a year because I do not want to spend the money to do so. Ponytails are a nappy haired girls best friend.
3. I am controlling. About everything.
4. I attract psychos in every aspect of my life. I can't elaborate because then I'll sound like a psycho...wait...maybe, well...anyway.
5. I have a blog. Which obviously (unless you're one of the psychos) you already know that. I blog at least five times a week; I try to blog each day.
6. I have a dog that barks non-stop at my husband and his wheelchair, we can't figure out if its my husband or the wheelchair because he is kinda attached to it so, no room for an experiment there. Doug will move his joystick (get your mind out the gutter) to move and that one little click will send the dog into a tizzy. We can be on the opposite side of the house with the door shut and the tv in my room and the one in the living room on and holy crap batman....one tiny little click that is not audible to human ears...she goes ballistic. She hates him. We don't know why.
7. I have an unnatural obsession with Henry Cavill, Channing Tatum, Charlie Hunnam and Vin Diesel. My husband is aware of it.
8. I'd rather have a snake in my bed and know it rather than think there may be a lizard or a frog within a 60 yard radius. I hate frickin lizards and frogs....ughhh.....wait, unless I'm eating frog legs; I love frog legs.
9. I have three children. They are all three psycho. See #4.
10. I <3 vampire anything. I read vampire books, watch vampire tv shows and movies. I like me a good vampire. Fo sho. I watch Twilight at least once a month, fo rizzle.
11. I could live off of French food and/or cereal. Nom.
12. I wish I weighed 130 pounds, I haven't since about 4th grade.
13. I do not like odd numbers.
14. I own an eBay company. It is my sole source of income. I love it! It allows me to stay at home and work in order to take care of my husband and my kids. It is difficult to work from home because everyone expect that you are sitting around eating bon bons. I get up at 5:30 AM...I go to bed between 1 and 2 AM. You do the calculation.
15. I do not like COUNTRY music. Sorry Katelyn Carter.
16. I am completely 10000000% antisocial. OMG, I can't even talk about it. If I am in a situation where I went some where with a friend and they leave me to speak to someone else it will cause me to have a total breakdown. I clam up and forget how to use words.
17. I am NOT afraid of public speaking. How that works with #16, I have no idea.
18. I am in college for my second degree. I already have an associates of Culinary Arts. I want to be a Home Economic teacher when I grow up. Not sure when/if that will happen.
19. I love to cook. OMG I love to cook, I love to eat, I love food in general: reading about it, buying it, cooking it...whatever! I love all things about it! LOL! See why #12 will probably never happen!
20. I wear a lot of make-up. A lot. My original thought as I was leaving high school was to become a make-up artist. I am not someone that wears the same colors every day, I love to add in color on my face and I guess its because 99% of my wardrobe consists of black clothes and shoes.
21. I am teaching Junior Achievement for the third time at Meadow View Elementary. I love doing it and it is always an honor to be asked. The kids enjoy it and it is a great tool that provides the children with the basic knowledge about living in a community. If your school doesn't participate, I HIGHLY suggest you look into with a school counselor.
22. I am room mom to Mindy Jeffcoat (Tanner's Kindergarten teacher) and Connie Kakoliris, AKA: Miss K (Payton's teacher).
23. I am soccer mom to Payton's soccer team!
24. I am cheer mom to Haleigh's cheer team and let me tell you, I could write an entire article on that by itself. You talk about hard work - it is a part time job between June and December. I have been rewarded with the kindest words and torn down with the harshest. People never cease to amaze me. Let me tell you, if you are a football or cheer mom then hear this advice: put your big girl panties on and make sure you have skin thick enough to take a beating, because trust me when I say it WILL happen. No matter WHAT you do, it WILL happen. That one parent will not like ANYTHING you do, will accuse you of things, will insult you and will chew you up and spit you out. Just remember, you are volunteering YOUR time, they are not. You have to be the best you can be at the end of the day, they can like it or lump it. Honestly. With that said, I can't wait until next season.
25. I like to argue.
26. My feelings are hurt easily but that hurt usually just lights a fire under my butt. I will plot out revenge in multiple scenarios. I may even write some of those scenarios down.
27. I forgive easily but I never forget.
28. I have never ridden in a limo, air plane, cruise ship or 18 wheeler.
29. I am a reality show freak. My dvr was a nightmare. I finally gave up and purchased hulu and netflix. It is what it is people.
30. I look CRAY CRAY with blonde hair. Like, Kim Kardashian bad.
31. I have three best friends. I use them all for different things. Stefanie is my funny, smart A friend. I mean, if you need a good laugh she can ALWAYS hook you up. Then there is Jessica, she is my 'mommy friend', I call her for advice. Then there is my soul sister, Cassie. I call her for anything and everything. We can go weeks without speaking and pickup as if we spoke five minutes ago. Shes is totes my bff.
32. Wow this list is growing long.
33. I love teeny bopper stuff: Pretty Little Liars, Vampire Diaries, anything on the CW, silly teenager books...yeah, I have a problem.
34. I feel sorry for some kids because I know their parents.
35. I cannot deal with bodily functions. Eeek.
So, in case you didn't know; now you know.
Traci
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Ain't No Flowers in My Attic....
Don't call CPS, for the love...do NOT call CPS!
The girls have been obsessed with a movie lately and I kinda sorta remembered it being advertised on the Disney channel so I never really checked it out. HOLY MOTHER OF MARY. THAT won't be happening again. I mean, holy crap batman. HOLY CRAP.
So they have watched said movie at least 10 times. They were actually laying in my bed when I walked in there to kick them out so I could make the bed up and I saw a young woman (who was the mom) standing in front of her children with her bra on and her mother demanding her to take off her shirt so that the children could see what would happen to them if they didn't behave. The woman had been whipped...I mean full fledged flogging going on up in Grandma's attic. SERIOUS business.
I immediately turned the TV off and was greeted with 'MOM we were watching that, why did you do that'??? UM, because you are seven and there is a naked woman on the television? Maybe? So I begin to prompt them about the show. They gave me the synopsis of a grandmother that keeps her grandchildren in the attic and the same grandmother 'scratches' the daughters back when they're bad. Come again? Haleigh said 'one of the twins dies and then the big brother he almost died with poison pastries'. So my head is spinning at this point.
I decide to not let them watch it again until I have investigated. I watched the movie 'Flowers in the Attic' on Megashare.info later on that night. Hell fire and brimstone. Y'all, I am still shaking my head. Just to clarify so no one else is duped as I was. 'Flowers in the Attic' is on LIFETIME, not Disney. Don't be a fool. Like me.
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:::Let me break this down for you:::
-Mom is married to her uncle (dad).
-Mom and dad have four children. In the movie they are 5 year old twins (boy/girl) and a high school age age boy and girl.
-Dad dies in a car wreck.
-Mom doesn't work and decides they need to go back to her parents house and she needs to develop a relationship with her father that disowned her once she married her uncle.
-Upon arrival, psycho crazy grandmother declares the children will stay in the room that leads to the attic and they will play in the attic as to not leave or go outside EVER. This is so the grandfather will not know of their existent.
-They are delivered one basket of food everyday, it has to last the full day.
-Mom begins to develop a relationship with her father of whom she is waiting to keel over from heart problems, inherit his fortune and leave with the children.
-Grandma is sneaking pastries to the children. They are poisoned.
-Mom begins to enjoy the single life and riches of living back home while the kids sit in the attic.
-Older brother in sister turn into parental figures for the lack of having any.
-Grandma whips mother for living in sin and the abomination of being with the uncle. Like, whips her, with a belt and mares her skin.
-A week turns into months and months turn into two years.
-OKAY READY: Brother and sister start DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER AND BEGIN TO MAKE-UP AND THEN THEY DO THE NASTY ALL UP IN THE BED...in the attic....
-Brother and sister have a half naked moment in the bathroom.
-One of the twins dies from the poisoning.
-Mom sneaks off to marry some dude.
-Kids find out that POPS died 2 months ago and their mom has hit the road and she ain't coming back no mo no mo no mo!
-Kids escape by trapping crazy psycho grandma in the attic and turning off the lights. CRAZY PSYCHO GRANDMA IS SCARED OF THE DARK. Who knew?
So to recap. My seven year old twins totally watched a movie about not only locking the kids in the attic but beating and poisoning them....Oh and the fifty shades of incest.
I flipped out and told Haleigh LANE SILLOWAY if she EVER even considered watching something on Lifetime or anything other than Disney for that matter that she better think twice....because at the end of the day.......we also have an attic!!!!
HA!
Then I had to ask her if she watched 'Lizzy Borden Took an AX'. She assured me she had not. I reminded her that just because she knows what channel 'Vampire Diaries' and 'The Walking Dead' comes on that doesn't give her the much needed permission to watch them!
The girls have been obsessed with a movie lately and I kinda sorta remembered it being advertised on the Disney channel so I never really checked it out. HOLY MOTHER OF MARY. THAT won't be happening again. I mean, holy crap batman. HOLY CRAP.
So they have watched said movie at least 10 times. They were actually laying in my bed when I walked in there to kick them out so I could make the bed up and I saw a young woman (who was the mom) standing in front of her children with her bra on and her mother demanding her to take off her shirt so that the children could see what would happen to them if they didn't behave. The woman had been whipped...I mean full fledged flogging going on up in Grandma's attic. SERIOUS business.
I immediately turned the TV off and was greeted with 'MOM we were watching that, why did you do that'??? UM, because you are seven and there is a naked woman on the television? Maybe? So I begin to prompt them about the show. They gave me the synopsis of a grandmother that keeps her grandchildren in the attic and the same grandmother 'scratches' the daughters back when they're bad. Come again? Haleigh said 'one of the twins dies and then the big brother he almost died with poison pastries'. So my head is spinning at this point.
I decide to not let them watch it again until I have investigated. I watched the movie 'Flowers in the Attic' on Megashare.info later on that night. Hell fire and brimstone. Y'all, I am still shaking my head. Just to clarify so no one else is duped as I was. 'Flowers in the Attic' is on LIFETIME, not Disney. Don't be a fool. Like me.
:::Let me break this down for you:::
-Mom is married to her uncle (dad).
-Mom and dad have four children. In the movie they are 5 year old twins (boy/girl) and a high school age age boy and girl.
-Dad dies in a car wreck.
-Mom doesn't work and decides they need to go back to her parents house and she needs to develop a relationship with her father that disowned her once she married her uncle.
-Upon arrival, psycho crazy grandmother declares the children will stay in the room that leads to the attic and they will play in the attic as to not leave or go outside EVER. This is so the grandfather will not know of their existent.
-They are delivered one basket of food everyday, it has to last the full day.
-Mom begins to develop a relationship with her father of whom she is waiting to keel over from heart problems, inherit his fortune and leave with the children.
-Grandma is sneaking pastries to the children. They are poisoned.
-Mom begins to enjoy the single life and riches of living back home while the kids sit in the attic.
-Older brother in sister turn into parental figures for the lack of having any.
-Grandma whips mother for living in sin and the abomination of being with the uncle. Like, whips her, with a belt and mares her skin.
-Kids are scared.
-A week turns into months and months turn into two years.
-OKAY READY: Brother and sister start DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER AND BEGIN TO MAKE-UP AND THEN THEY DO THE NASTY ALL UP IN THE BED...in the attic....
-One of the twins dies from the poisoning.
-Mom sneaks off to marry some dude.
-Kids find out that POPS died 2 months ago and their mom has hit the road and she ain't coming back no mo no mo no mo!
-Kids escape by trapping crazy psycho grandma in the attic and turning off the lights. CRAZY PSYCHO GRANDMA IS SCARED OF THE DARK. Who knew?
So to recap. My seven year old twins totally watched a movie about not only locking the kids in the attic but beating and poisoning them....Oh and the fifty shades of incest.
I flipped out and told Haleigh LANE SILLOWAY if she EVER even considered watching something on Lifetime or anything other than Disney for that matter that she better think twice....because at the end of the day.......we also have an attic!!!!
HA!
Then I had to ask her if she watched 'Lizzy Borden Took an AX'. She assured me she had not. I reminded her that just because she knows what channel 'Vampire Diaries' and 'The Walking Dead' comes on that doesn't give her the much needed permission to watch them!
Feel free to nominate me for mom of the year.
I'm totes deserving. Peace out.
TRACI
Mommy Fail 101
This is pretty epic in my book. On Monday, January 27th, 2014 our awesome school system celebrated the 100th day of school. This is a BIG deal. Every year the kids dress up as old people (100 year old people) and we tend to go ALL out. There are balloons, games, special snack and just tons of fun! Well, teachers have sent things home for the past two weeks 'don't forget 100th day of school' kinda stuff. SO I wrote it down in my calendar so I would not forget. Come Sunday night we are pulling stuff together; the kids are so very excited.
I give you Haleigh, otherwise known as 'Talula' the rich Southern Belle old lady. Haleigh's short waisted mink jacket comes with a patent leather belt, double strand of pearls and WAY to big glasses. Don't forget the bright red lip stick (we borrowed Nonnie's of course) and a CRAP load of 'gray' hair spray. She was over the top happy with her outfit.
Payton or I should say 'Margorie, the local retirement home fitness instructor', has on her work out gear, fanny pack, big glasses, big make-up and of course, her sweat band. Duh, how else to fitness instructors dress? You have to use a fanny pack to carry your heart medication, kleenex and Vaseline chap stick. She was ready to 'work you out'.
So the girls were ready to go, happy with their outfits and of course I am yet again receiving "Mom of the Year" awards left and right.
Fast forward to 3:23 PM when they get off the bus. Oh wait, when they get OFF the bus crying. Payton was crying and I mean big crocodile tears. Haleigh immediately says 'thanks a lot mom'. I said 'what's wrong, what are you talking about'? Haleigh goes into this story (because Payton can't quit crying) about how.....get ready for it.....wait for it....wait for it....SECOND GRADE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO DRESS UP. WHAT!!!! Nope, second graders weren't participating 'this year'. Key words 'this year'. I immediately go to the ol' laptop and start emailing out. I'm so mad that neither teacher emailed or called me to come get the girls or bring them a change of clothes because now they have spent the day being made fun of. Payton's teacher tried to rectify the situation and have her take her make-up off (with water) which just made things worse because, I don't know, she LOOKED like she took her make-up OFF WITH WATER! The rest of her outfit was normal but she did have really gray hair. Whoops. Haleigh could care less what anyone thinks and she was perfectly happy with being different and just the mere fact that she had make-up on in the first place....well she was a happy little goat. Payton has such a difficult time on a day-to-day basis with kids making fun of her weight that this was literal icing on the cake.
So - with all that said. I did read the notes that were sent home. But, not one of the notes ever mentioned anything about dressing up; the notes said remember the 100th day of school. Why do I need to remember it if I'm not suppose to do anything? The kids have dressed up every single year so I just assumed. Lesson here: don't assume...anything...ever! Oh and don't send your twins to school looking like cracked out old ladies if they're not supposed to be dressed up as cracked out old ladies.
I give you Haleigh, otherwise known as 'Talula' the rich Southern Belle old lady. Haleigh's short waisted mink jacket comes with a patent leather belt, double strand of pearls and WAY to big glasses. Don't forget the bright red lip stick (we borrowed Nonnie's of course) and a CRAP load of 'gray' hair spray. She was over the top happy with her outfit.Payton or I should say 'Margorie, the local retirement home fitness instructor', has on her work out gear, fanny pack, big glasses, big make-up and of course, her sweat band. Duh, how else to fitness instructors dress? You have to use a fanny pack to carry your heart medication, kleenex and Vaseline chap stick. She was ready to 'work you out'. So the girls were ready to go, happy with their outfits and of course I am yet again receiving "Mom of the Year" awards left and right.
Fast forward to 3:23 PM when they get off the bus. Oh wait, when they get OFF the bus crying. Payton was crying and I mean big crocodile tears. Haleigh immediately says 'thanks a lot mom'. I said 'what's wrong, what are you talking about'? Haleigh goes into this story (because Payton can't quit crying) about how.....get ready for it.....wait for it....wait for it....SECOND GRADE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO DRESS UP. WHAT!!!! Nope, second graders weren't participating 'this year'. Key words 'this year'. I immediately go to the ol' laptop and start emailing out. I'm so mad that neither teacher emailed or called me to come get the girls or bring them a change of clothes because now they have spent the day being made fun of. Payton's teacher tried to rectify the situation and have her take her make-up off (with water) which just made things worse because, I don't know, she LOOKED like she took her make-up OFF WITH WATER! The rest of her outfit was normal but she did have really gray hair. Whoops. Haleigh could care less what anyone thinks and she was perfectly happy with being different and just the mere fact that she had make-up on in the first place....well she was a happy little goat. Payton has such a difficult time on a day-to-day basis with kids making fun of her weight that this was literal icing on the cake.
So - with all that said. I did read the notes that were sent home. But, not one of the notes ever mentioned anything about dressing up; the notes said remember the 100th day of school. Why do I need to remember it if I'm not suppose to do anything? The kids have dressed up every single year so I just assumed. Lesson here: don't assume...anything...ever! Oh and don't send your twins to school looking like cracked out old ladies if they're not supposed to be dressed up as cracked out old ladies.
I'll Take My Prize Money in Twenties,
Traci.
PS...they got over it and forgave me, not that they had much of another choice, they are seven!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Homemade Ketchup
Rather you call it ketchup or catsup for most of y'all it is the sauce of the south, okay well that's probably gravy for most of us but ANYWAY! I have developed this little ketchup recipe and it is awesome! The kids LOVED it! So of course I wanted to share with y'all.
This makes a squirt bottle full, about 14 ounces. Double the recipe if you want to use it in a recycled ketchup bottle.
1. Combine all ingredients.
This makes a squirt bottle full, about 14 ounces. Double the recipe if you want to use it in a recycled ketchup bottle.
:::Homemade Ketchup::::
12 ounces Tomato Paste
1/2 cup DARK brown sugar
1/2 tsp. Dry Ground Mustard
1 1/2 tsp. Salt (May want to add more)
1/2 tsp. Cinnamon
1/2 tsp. All Spice
1/2 tsp. Cayenne (Can sub Louisiana Hot Sauce to taste)
1/2 cup of HOT water
6 T. White Wine Vinegar
Couple of dashes of liquid smoke (optional)
2 T. Worcestershire
1. Combine all ingredients.
2. Whisk, whisk and whisk till combined.
3. Store in an air tight container, a squirt bottle, a jar, or an old recycled ketchup bottle.
Refrigerate up to 1 month! Enjoy :)
Happy Wednesday!
Traci
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