Sunday, June 19, 2016

Happy Father's Day

My youngest daughter and I only had one short conversation about her biodad today. It went like this.

Kid - "What's dad's phone number so I can text him for Father's Day?"

Me- "You're more of a man than he is. Kudos"

Kid- "HA! And I'm not even a man!"

Me- "Exactly, grasshopper."

For her 'dad' (who is my husband) she got a sweet card, wrote in it and got him a big bag of espresso...he a HUGE coffee man. It should be noted that it was done without my prompting, in other words, all on her own.  Some might think I make her do things or put ideas in her head, but she's her own person.

That speaks volumes to me.

Even though her biodad did all that he's done to her, she still at least texts him on Father's Day. She still carries around pain and abandonment issues and has a lot to say to him one day...she still texts him.  That's more than he's done for her in years.

It makes my heart swell that she cares for my husband like he does. It punches him right in the feelers. He made pasta salad from scratch for her on Father's Day, because he knows she loves it, and packed some away for her to take to work today. It's just all so gooshy.

Happy Father's Day, y'all.  Even my daddie who I miss very much.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Fibromyalgia - It's Become A Daily Part Of My Vocabulary

As a kid I was very active. I was in dance classes at the age of two. Every summer I was at dance conventions. At the age of 12 I was in a dance company. In high school I was in drill team and the dance company. It's like I never stopped.

I pretty much stopped when I got married and had babies. Then it was a moving of a completely different kind.

Twenty some-odd years of dancing had it's damaging effects on me - I had arthritis in my late teens, a broken tail bone in three places. And then into my thirties it moved to ganglion cysts being removed by surgery and more RA meds, more aches and more pains.

This is all on top of having chronic migraines since I was 18.

In my 40s I was diagnosed with fibro. It wasn't so bad in the beginning. It's not the beginning anymore.

Let me just give you a rundown. At first I was misdiagnosed with so many different things or told that my RA is worse. Then in between that, shingles came into the picture. And finally all the pain had a name.

I think the general idea is that fibro isn't a real disease or that everyone suffers the same. The commercials on television for fibro drugs don't help. They make fibro look like a vacation from minor irritability.

That pain goes from feeling like sometimes my skin is sunburnt so much so that some fabrics hurt to touch it. I bruise easily, always have, but now I get bruises from playing with the dog or barely bumping something. And the bruises stay longer.

My muscles feel like they've been run through a taffy stretcher. They cramp and ache and feel just worn out.

My ankles feel like they are sprained almost daily. I can't go upstairs in my own house because I'd rather not have the pain. So I go up there once a week.

My back is in a constant state of pain. Standing to make supper is done in rounds so I can sit for a spell then go back.

My fingers and toes go numb sometimes, then tingly like teeny little electric charges. Touching anything makes it worse.

IBS. I won't bore you with the details, just imagine never enjoying a meal because in five minutes you're going to say goodbye to it anyway.

My memory is a memory. Fibro Fog is real and it sucks. I forget things people have told me the day before. I forget the day of the week....and if it weren't for my Pill A Day keeper....I'd be lost. Last week, I lost a day. I almost made a bet with my kid about her being wrong about the day. I was wrong. I lost a day and don't know where it went. I forget telling people things and wind up repeating myself and that's SO annoying to me.

Running an errand, making a meal, having an outing - it does me in. I constantly feel tired regardless if I got sleep the night before or not. It's gotten to the point that in the mornings it's getting harder and harder to get going. Some days I can't get up until after 3pm. It's like someone is literally holding my eyes shut. It's not the pain. It's chronic fatigue.

Being lazy in my family growing up was a deadly sin. Being called lazy cut like a knife. I have a very hard time defending myself to myself. I'm not lazy, I say to myself. I'll believe it one day.

Pain, fatigue, depression, anxiety...  it all sucks.  I won't go into the weight gain from not being able to be active. I'm a friggin cow. I hate it.

I feel like I am going insane and I can't cope sometimes. Am I alone in this or do other people with Fibromyalgia have these issues? Guess what? They do. It's real.

So I will leave you with some memes. Because that's all I got at this point.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Black Pore Mask....Does It Work?!!?

Don't be's all in the name of beauty!

Watch my video below where I talk about a few cool apps and this black pore mask!  

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Three Bucks

I did two things this weekend, and it only cost me three bucks.

I love Dollar Tree.

I can always find what I am looking for whether it's to put a cute care package together for my college kid, candles that smell great and last a long time or the emergency turkey pan I forgot to get for Christmas dinner.....or Thanksgiving dinner.  Every. Single Year.

This weekend I was determined to find things for the guest bathroom downstairs.  It's the bathroom my daughter and I use for 'getting ready' .... meaning - face washing and teeth brushing and putting makeup on.

I got tired of stooping over to get the witch hazel and cotton balls and face pads every morning and night. I know, first world problems. But, it was an excuse to see if I could remedy it!

I had on my list to look for bottles and jars. I wanted a bottle to put the witch hazel in...that was a cute bottle that I could leave out. At first I went looking where the vases were, thinking I could cork a bottle....they were cute. But I wasn't done yet.

I went to the jar/glass/dishes aisle and first spotted these tilted glass jars that were PERFECT for cotton balls and face pads. I grabbed two of those.

Then I spotted a vinegar bottle.

It was exactly what I was looking for. Except there was a decal on the front.

I thought I could use a blade scraper and scrape it problem.  But, that didn't work. So, I took to my craft bin.

I taped off the label and painted black over the label and let it dry. Then I had some silver crackle paint and did a layer of that. Done.

I love it and it matches the bathroom and looks adorable. For three bucks, y'all.

The next DIY that I did cost me nothing because I had everything.  Over the summer, I got my daughter a rack with hooks to hang her scarves on. Only problem was that it wouldn't stay on the wall. It came with foam adhesive and it wouldn't STAY on the wall.

I had some scrap wood (which I always seem to have lying around) and sanded it. I then painted it white and sanded it one more time for a worn/beachy look.  I then got clothes pins from outback. I looked for weathered ones...those are more interesting, right?  I glued them on, let it dry, put a ribbon on the back for hanging and bam.  It was done.

It's adorable.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Easy Homemade Tortillas

You will not believe how easy it is to make delicious tortillas!  Whenever I can, I make them fresh. And today was the day.

The mister just bought two bushels of fresh cilantro. That dictates the meal planning. I love cilantro. LOL

So, this morning I made the fresh tortillas. Then started a pot of beans with cilantro and onions. Later I made some spanish rice and then threw it all together on a place and into my face.

My daughter's Tita (rest her sweetest soul) made a pot of beans every morning. Today, she told me Tita would be proud. I feel her whenever I throw beans on the stove to cook all day.

Tomorrow, I'm making breakfast tacos with the leftovers.

Watch the video and see just how easy it is!

Here's the recipe :


  • 4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons shortening
  • 1 1/2 cups water


  1. Whisk the flour, salt, and baking powder together in a mixing bowl. 

  2. Put it all in a food processor and add the shortening. Mix until the flour resembles cornmeal. 

  3. Put it all back in your bowl and add the water and mix until the dough comes together and knead it until it's smooth and elastic.

  4. Divide the dough into 24 equal pieces and roll each piece into a ball. (I made 12 tortillas out of this recipe to make the tortillas larger)

  5. Preheat a large skillet (or cooktop) over medium-high heat. Use a well-floured rolling pin to roll a dough ball into a thin, round tortilla. Place into the hot skillet, and cook until bubbly and golden; flip and continue cooking until golden on the other side. Place the cooked tortilla in a tortilla warmer; continue rolling and cooking the remaining dough.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Self Cleaning Pans!

Sounds a little insane, doesn't it?

Well...if you have a self cleaning oven and filthy, sticky, mucky cookie sheets and pans....then you can kill two birds with one stone!

**WARNING** This is NOT intended for those pans with teflon or a non stick coating.

My cousin had a pan in her oven when she went to set the self cleaning feature, and the result is amazing!

So much so, that I had to vlog it!

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Joshua Feuerstein is a Friggin Liar

First of all, duh.  The sane heads all know this. Not only is he an indecent human who totes his guns and commands his minions to literally go to war on homosexuals and abortion doctors, or misleads his masses, or releases people's private information to his minions so they can harass them....he's also a big fat liar.

Generally, it's hard for me to pin down his exact lies because he deletes so many things daily that proves he's a liar. However, I was able to today.

This was posted on December 30th, 2015 around 9 15pm.

He's claiming the man in the video was paralyzed and he Joshua prayed for him and the man walked.

It's a miracle!

Wait...not so fast.

In 2014 Joshua posted the same video saying the man had been in his wheelchair for twenty years.

But in 2013, Joshua posted the same exact video saying the same man....yes the man in both videos above, had a stroke and was in the wheelchair for only three years.

Caught in a little lie, are we?  So which is it? Several years, twenty years, three years?  And if this miracle is so readily available, why aren't all the cripples in the world at your door? I know, because you are a snake oil salesman.

One who wears expensive shoes and watches and clothes but begs for money for a new camera (that no one on God's green earth has ever seen) or money for whatever. How many GoFundMe pages have you had that you stole...I mean...raised money and then took down never to reveal the outcome?

People like this boil my blood.

I could go on and on, but it's late and I don't feel like busting a blood vessel over Joshua Moronstein.