Friday, February 17, 2017

Febuary Fly on the wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 9 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

I am so sorry! My grandparents got into an accident this week and I've been so busy helping them deal with it, I completely forgot! I've been a chauffer,  insurance adjustor, doctor, personal assistant, and rental car agent all week!

Please head over and see what my friends have for you!

Baking In A Tornado         
Menopausal Mother           
Searching for Sanity       
Eileen’s Perpetually Busy  
Spatulas on Parade          
A Little Piece of Peace       
Never Ever Give Up Hope         
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy       
Cluttered Genius         

Friday, January 20, 2017

January Fly on the Wall

It's that time again! When you're invited in to take a peek on what 9 brave bloggers have going on in their worlds! Come on in and buzz around!

My word for this month is recovery. We're still recovering, and reeling from 2016. It was a rough year for us all around. Our bank accounts, waist lines, and the organization of our home have all take a beating. It's a disaster area around here.

This will be the first Fly on the Wall that I don't have any humorous anecdotes to share. I neglected to write any of them down, even though I know there were a few very worthy of mention. I've had the January blues this month, I guess. All I've done is sit on the couch and binge watch TV. I've tried to jump start my exercise program again, but to no avail.

I recently got hooked on Shameless. I'm always so late to the party on everything but when I finally take advice on entertainment, I end up sucked in with no reprieve until the story line is finished. Whatevs.

My brother is getting married. And it is like the most stressful thing. I will be so glad when it's over. I'm glad I mostly picked the bridesmaid dresses, because they are totally re-wearable. He wants Ben to wear his dress blues though, and it is costing a small fortune to get them ready, since he hasn't worn them in over 2 years, nor after he ranked up and gained more medals and ribbons while he was in.

We had a positively lovely Christmas together. Breakfast went off without a hitch and Santa brought Scarlett a red and black Corvette she loves to speed around in, too bad she can't steer it!

I also went out for the first time in a year! I forgot how bad hangovers suck when you're old, but I had a great time listening to live music!

Well that's all I have for y'all this time, buzz on over and see what my friends have for ya!

Baking In A Tornado         
Searching for Sanity       
Eileen’s Perpetually Busy  
Go Mama O                   
Spatulas on Parade          
Never Ever Give Up Hope         
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy                                      
Cluttered Genius   

Friday, January 6, 2017

January Secret Subject Swap

Welcome to the January Secret Subject Swap! This week 12 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. 

The prompt I received was: "What do you consider rude?  Would you make it a crime?  What would the punishment be?
It was submitted by:

I think rude is subjective. Meaning that it all depends on the person. Some people would consider it rude to put your elbows on the dining table, but here in the South, most everyone eats that way. Rude varies from country, culture, and region. Rude is mostly a social concept to define what is considered the "social norm." When you take into account that every person, family, culture, are different, rude doesn't even carry the same meaning. 

What I consider rude is being blatantly unkind. I don't care if you chew with your mouth open, forget your ma'ams and sirs, but being unkind is rude. Letting the door slam on the person right behind you is rude. Saying harsh and cruel things about another person is rude. 

And then there's the minor infractions that frustrate most everyone, but can they really be considered "rude" by definition? Things like: cutting someone off in traffic, not using a turn signal, tailgating, using the last of something and not replacing it, littering, things that affect all of us? If it affects someone else in a negative manner, its rude.

So where do we draw the line? Simply put, we can't, the line is too blurred. With that being said, it's too hard to classify something so subjective as a crime. Things like "assault" are a blanket statement and cover various types of assault. Same thing with rude, it's such blanket statement that covers various infractions. It would be hard to make the punishment fit the crime. 

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

Baking In A Tornado                                   
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
Spatulas on Parade           
The Diary of an Alzheimer’s Caregiver
The Lieber Family Blog        
Confessions of a part time working mom  
Simply Shannon                        
Never Ever Give Up Hope       
The Bergham Chronicles                               Climaxed                             
A Little Piece of Peace           
 Southern Belle Charm                                                        

Friday, December 23, 2016

December Fly on the Wall

Welcome to the Fly on the Wall Challenge, where 8 brave bloggers invite you to be a Fly on the Wall, and have a look around their homes and lives. C'mon in y'all!

Well, a lot has happened since I last participated in FOTW. I had my gallbladder removed, and recovery was a literal pain, but I'm about 5 weeks out now, and feeling fine. The only issue I have is finding foods I can eat, since my digestive system is so disrupted, but I stay pretty close to home anyway. I'm very fortunate to have such an awesome family that took care of me and Scarlett while I was recovering. Since I spent the first couple weeks mostly in bed, I missed some of the best moments probably, but I managed to grab a few!

Had to explain to Scarlett it's easier to put her shoes on if she doesn't ball her foot up, complete with demonstration. I pulled her foot out and straightened it, telling her "This, this is how you slide your foot into a shoe!" She looked at me like I'd lost my mind.

The weather is barely getting colder down here, and as long as the doors are closed, my house stays pretty warm most nights, or we just don't notice because we're under the covers.
-Ben: "Ceraya, it's going to be 48 tonight, we can't run the air conditioner.
-Me: "Well, okay, but we can't run the heat either."
I'm very hot natured, they sweat me out of here when they run the heat!

We were washing grease off of my grandparents carport after Thanksgiving. Joel finds a four hook fishing lure on the ground and picks it up and shows it to my grandpa.
-Pa: "How'd that come from?"
-Joel: "I don't know how it come from."

We're all sitting around the table and someone says a cuss word.
-Me: "Stop cussing."
-Joel: "You stop cussing, this ain't no democracy."
-Me: "No, its a dictatorship, and I'm the dictator."
If momma ain't happy, no one is happy, right?

Scarlett growled at me for taking something from her.
-Momma: "She growled at you."
-Me: " I know, she's so mean."
-Momma: "She gets it from her momma."
-Me: "I'm not mean, I'm nice."
-Momma: "Who told you that?" 
-Me: "Yo momma."
*At this point, I do a fist pump and yell "YES! THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER GOTTEN AWAY WITH A YO MOMMA JOKE ON YOU." Meanwhile, my grandma is standing behind me in hysterics. 

Most of the rest of our past month has been spent in a crazed dash to get ready for Christmas. We're hosting Christmas breakfast with our family early Christmas morning. It was a tradition I remember fondly from my childhood. We didn't open our gifts at home until all the family got there to watch. Then we all met up for lunch at my grandparents house later. Same scenario this year, but breakfast is at our house for the first time ever!

Yesterday (Thursday, the 22nd), I woke up and thought it was Friday and my FOTW post was due. The problem was I only had 7 minutes until the deadline, and all of my tidbits were still in analog in my journal. I freaked out and started typing furiously at the keys getting started, getting my email pulled up to get the other blog links, and I see in the email it's due the 23rd, and today is the 22nd. Whew bullet dodged. That's what I get for being procrastination nation, although it's contributed to my ENFP personality.

I've also set a lot of resolutions this year. Probably ridiculous to hope to change so many things next year, but positivity is power!
In 2017,
»I'm reading all those books on my shelf that have been waiting
»I'm loving a little stronger
»I'm finding the beauty in the everything and everyone
»I'm finding myself
»I'll learn to love myself
»I'll reduce my waste
»I'll travel more
»I'll make a new lifelong friend
»I'm teaching my daughter to be kind
»I'm smiling even when it hurts
»I'm giving it my best
»I'm embracing my inner child

I saw an old friend at the hospital the other day when I stopped by to visit Ma, and he invited me to a church he pastors. I was super excited all week, and it felt like it was going to be the right fit. And it was. I'm itching to be back in the doors and serving God anyway I can. I'm so glad he led me home right at the perfect time. 

I'm already sick of cleaning up after this Christmas tree. Everything is coming down December 26th. Maybe Christmas evening. 

We had another old friend from Ben's days in the Marine Corps come all the way out to visit another friend and he stopped by to see us. Ben really enjoyed spending time with his old best friend. 

I also received a surprise gift from another old friend. Apparently December is the month of old friends! I worked at Longhorn several years ago, and a girl who worked with me's husband blows glass now. He sent me the most beautiful ornaments he made! They are absolutely stunning. I was smiling all day from such a thoughtful gesture. 

We celebrated my birthday earlier this month. Let's just say 26 was not all that exciting and leave it at that?

I amped Scarlett up for two weeks trying to get her ready to go see Santa. She was so excited, we walked in the door, and she wouldn't have anything to do with him. I loved him though!

Scarlett also had her first cup of hot cocoa the other day and she loved it!! And she's drinking out of a mug with last year's Santa picture. How cute is that?

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Baking In A Tornado         
Menopausal Mother             
Spatulas on Parade                                 
Searching for Sanity                                 
Never Ever Give Up Hope                           
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy                    
Southern Belle Charm         
A Little Piece of Peace          

Friday, December 9, 2016

December Secret Subject Swap

Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 13 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. 

My December prompt is "Write a poem about what Christmas means to you, submitted by The Diary of an Alzheimer's Caregiver. I must admit I groaned inside when I received my prompt email. I used to write poetry all the time, but now even when I get a creative idea, I never get more than a few lines in before I give up. The scariest thing though,was I've never written a poem from a prompt. I generally get a spark of an idea and just roll with it. So thank you Rena, for pushing me out of my comfort zone. I'd also like to apologize to whomever got my prompt, I forgot it was December and that I probably should have went with a Christmas prompt! Anyway, here goes.

What Christmas Means to Me

It's that time of year again
my favorite time of all.
It comes just before the new year
and just at the end of fall.

I hung the decorations 
right after Thanksgiving
Now the house looks like the North Pole
without any snow.

I've made my list,
I've checked it twice.
Now it's time to shop, 
no matter the price!

The dash is on,
to get it all done,
but make absolutely sure
we don't forget the fun!

We'll make plans to see the lights
and Santa too
I might even stop by
to enjoy a hot chocolate with you!

The cards arriving in the mail
make me so giddy.
I love seeing you all in your Christmas gear
decked out so festive and pretty.

The big day is coming soon
the gifts are all wrapped.
The house is filled with sounds,
of family and joyful Christmas tunes.

Tonight we'll light a fire
and make cookies too
Put on our Christmas jammies
as the wait for Santa gets down to the wire.

Come close my dear child.
I have a story to tell,
Of  a baby born in a distant land,
with no place to call his home.

His parents found a manger warm
to shelter their gift from God
As the animals nestled close
wise men brought gold and myrrh.

Close your eyes dear child
the time is near
the birth of a King
the most special time of year.

Hope that wasn't too painful for y'all!

Head on over and see what my friends have for you today!

Baking in a Tornado                         
The Bergham Chronicles                                         

Friday, November 18, 2016

Who exactly was America great for?

I've been very open about my feelings for the Donald. How America can get behind the man who was once labeled as one half of "America's gaudiest couple," is beyond me. How America can get behind a man who has changed his position on several issues several times over is beyond me. I mourned my country the day after he was elected, I'm still mourning my country. He says he can make America Great again and a  lot of people have addressed the issue of when America was great, but I haven't seen anyone address who it was great for? Throughout my research, there's always someone being discriminated against.

So I'd like to know Mr. Trump, for who exactly was America great?  I read an article on CNN,  where you told us when, but you said the late 40's and 50's were when America was "great." Who was it great for? The African Americans who didn't earn the right to vote in the country their ancestors built until 1965? The same African American men who fought for our country and couldn't even vote for their leader, was it great for them?  The African American children who couldn't attend schools with white children, was it great for them? 

What about Japanese Americans who were forced to live in concentration camps? Was it great for them? I fail to see what would be so great about being ripped from your home and forced to live in "relocation camps," because your neighbors are scared of you. 

What about Ms. Rosa Parks? Was it great for her to have to sit in the back of the bus because some white person decided that was her place? She was tired, her feet hurt, and she went to jail for standing up for herself? What's so great about spending a night in jail for not letting some white man tell himself he's more important than you?

The Fair Housing Act was signed into effect in 1968. Was it great for the millions of black Americans who were forced into ghettos and unsafe neighborhoods because the elitist whites didn't want them in their neighborhoods? 

What about the women who couldn't get birth control before 1960? Was it great for them to have men who didn't even understand how menstrual cycles worked make their reproductive decisions? What about women who couldn't get an Ivy league education until the 60s and 70s? Was it great for them too. Mr. Trump? What about the millions of women who still to this day do not experience equality in the work place, despite the ERA? Was it great for them? What about not being able to get credit cards in our names until the 70's? What's so damn great about that? 

What about the Chinese exclusion act that denied Chinese immigrants until it was repealed in 1942? What was so great about being denied immigration to try and make a better life for your family, just because of your ethnicity? 

What about the 5 million Mexican workers who were brought here purposely by our government to replace the farm workers fighting in WWII? What's so great about working for less wages than a white man, so that white men can still eat? What about "Operation Wetback" from 1953-1958, where Latin Americans were unfairly deported, many of them citizens? What's so great about being forced out of your country? 

What about Muslims in the armed services who were not able to list themselves as Muslims until 1952, in a country founded on religious freedoms? Was it great for them? What's so great about not having your religion recognized as a "legitimate religion?" 

What about all those years when anything other than heterosexuality was considered a perversion and mental illness (and still is by some, including your VP)? Was it great for those LGBT people who faced (and some still do) conversion therapy, including electroshock therapy? Did you know they were considered a security risk to the nation? What about in 1952 when the American Psychiatric Association classified homosexuality as a "sociopathic personality disturbance?" What about in 1953 when Eisenhower signed an act barring homosexuals for working for the federal government or any of its private contractors? What about when homosexuality was a punishable offense? What about them, was it great for them too?

What about all the poor people? The homeless people? All the voiceless people you claim you're speaking for. What about them? Because the only people I see you speaking for are the ones tripping over their privilege on the way to the polling place. 

There have been verified accounts of minority harassment already less than a week after the election. Children are being harassed at school, and when asked why, they say "If Trump can do it, so can I."If you don't stand in opposition of these things Mr. Trump, you might as well stand for them. I hear your followers telling me you're a good man, that you want to make this country great for everyone, so when are you going to stand against these people who are inciting violence in  your name? When are you going to use the voice you promised for change? You have an awesome responsibility now, Mr. Trump. It's not Twitter and campaigning against crooked Hillary now, it's the lives, personal freedoms, and security of millions of Americans, including minorities. It's time you speak up, and say enough is enough. That there is to be no more violence in your name. If you don't, you're giving them permission to continue. This is the only change you can make before your inauguration, start it off right. Show us now that this isn't what your term is going to be like. Free speech isn't free anymore when somebody else has to pay the price.

Don't get me wrong, other than the occasional sexist remark, groping, catcalling, chauvinism, sexual assault, and the continued fight for equality, my life in America has been pretty great. But I'm also white. I've heard a lot lately about "Trump's America," and I've experienced it myself, being called a "little bitch" by a male friend just because I called him childish for posting #trump on everything I posted. That's not the America I want to live in.That's not the America we deserve, any of us, even you Mr. Trump.

*Disclaimer: this is an opinion piece, supported by facts found on government websites. I will moderating any comments posted and will not allow abusive or harmful language to myself or anyone else.

Friday, October 21, 2016

October Fly on The Wall.... 

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 7 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

First of all, it's been a heck of a week. I'm rewriting this post because the first I scheduled somehow didn't post AND GOT DELETED! Sometimes if it weren't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all. I'm super proud of myself though because I've remained uncharacteristically positive. Anyone who knows me knows I'm usually positive, but I have my moments, and this time I was a positive rockstar, go me! Law of attraction working in my favor hopefully! So anyway, here's a small glimpse into the past month or so. Since my post got deleted, I'm working off memory and the things I can reference off my Facebook posts and my bullet journal! We're kind of boring, but sometimes we say kind of funny stuff.

-Scarlett normally eats her gummy vitamin with no problem, but she was refusing to take it. Ben was trying to fake her out, pretending to eat one so she would want one too. It doesn't work, I tried it already. So he eats one. 
Me: " I know who's kid ain't dumb!"
B: " You know the sour patch kid commercials? First they're sweet, then they're sour, then they're gone? That sh*t was the opposite, now wonder she won't eat it!"
Scarlett: *Giggles evilly.

-Scarlett swallowed a game piece while I was unpacking some books. She was right beside me, not even 5 foot away, and I heard her walk up and I looked at her and she was drooling and purple. I had a split second of freaking out before I remembered what to do, done the heimlich, and got it out. Easily one of the scariest moments of my life and she was born at 25 weeks!

-We just moved into a new house, I actually have a dining room, so my grandma got me a china cabinet. My china has been packed up at her house since I got married, because I had no where to put it. So I put the china in the cabinet, Ben gets home from work. 
H: "Ceraya, where did all these plates come from?"
M: "That's my china ma had put up..."
H: Oh so those are the plates we'll never get to use?"

-Scarlett's feet grow so fast. We buy new shoes every couple of months. We went to target and got her a new pair of tennis shoes, she wore them one time and they disappeared. I searched for those shoes high and low (literally, in the attic, and in the air conditioner vents), and couldn't find them. I thought she must have thrown them away, I was so mad and being stubborn, my grandma went and bought her another pair. I figured out later that they were in a backpack I had packed when hurricane Hermine come through. 

-My mom, grandma, Scarlett and I were on the way to Sam's to get food for my moms wedding. I see this article on facebook about Canada's Trail network opening in 2017. Its the longest in the world (Check it out)
Me: "Oh look, Canada has a huge trail network! Let's go!"
Mom: "Cool, I'm not going to Canada."
Me:  "Why?"
Mom: "I ain't got no money!" (Ever the realist)
Me: "There's some change in the door." (Ever the idealist)
Mom: "Where's that gonna get us, the next street over?"

-Cooked homemade french fries, and they're still super hot. Ben is fixing his plate grabbing them one by one, muttering "shit" under his breath as each one burns his fingers. SMH.

-Bless my grandma's heart. Scarlett is going through some kind of separation anxiety at night. She will not sleep without someone. Which translates to I sleep on the edge of the bed with her feet in my back. So Ma takes her for a long weekend. It was the most glorious thing. My house was clean, Ben and I spent time together, and the sleep. I wish I knew how precious sleep was before I became a mom! I missed her so much though and wanted to go back and get her every single day and Ben had to talk em out of it. 

- Scarlett has an obsession with sitting on the kitchen counters. Ben walks off and leaves her sitting there and tells me "Don't let her fall, I don't think we can fix that Humpty Dumpty."

-We take frequent walks with Scarlett in the evenings. We're walking and see this older lady walking her very large pug. She stops us to talk so we oblige (its the south, she knows my momma). She asks if we're watching the debate, I tell her "No ma'am, I saw the same thing once on National Geographic and I'm not up for watching reruns of monkeys slinging poo." This mouth of mine -_-

-I had a friend pass away this week. I hadn't seen her in a while, she was a friend from when we lived in Jacksonville. She was less than a week away from getting married to the man of her dreams, and they were hit on the way to prepare for the wedding by a drunk driver. Please people, don't drink and drive. I can only imagine how her family feels, because just telling you this has brought me to tears. Its not worth it, call a cab, call a friend. Someone, somewhere cares enough to get you home, because its not just you who needs to get home. 

Now for some pictures :)

Our Halloween decor minus the jack o'lanterns that rotted in a week. 

Our newest family addition, Moo-Moo. Ben found him in the highway as he was walking back from the store. He dropped him on the safe side of the road and went walking home. He told him if he could make it across the field to the house he could stay. He said the cat swam through the grass like Michael Phelps to the front door. So now we have this annoying guy running around. 

This is what I do when I get five minutes of alone time before my kid wakes up. 

"A child is a dimpled lunatic" -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Now go buzz around some of my friends and see what they have to offer!

Baking In A Tornado         
Menopausal Mother             
Spatulas on Parade                                 
Searching for Sanity                                 
Never Ever Give Up Hope                           
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy    
A Little Piece of Peace