The Alternatives

Good Morning, Motherlovers.. Sometimes, I feel like a total cunt. I know I can be. Things I say come out so mean and hurtful sometimes and it is so natural to me to speak in such ways that it surprises me when people find something I say offensive, especially when, I think and hope, I choose my words carefully. And as a blogger, I don't do my best to choose my words carefully, I just speak'em and type'em, the way it would be had you and I had a conversation in person. That's just me typing, but let's backtrack to the conversation part, because when it comes to actually HAVING a conversation with in real life, it can go one or two ways. I can talk your ear off or I can have absolutely nothing to say. At all. No comment. No thoughts. Nothing. No matter how much I find the topic interesting and how long we've known each other has nothing to do with which way it goes. Does that make me a bitch? Because I don't feel like interacting 24/7? Do I

Motherlovers!! I used to think getting married at a young age was like leaving the party to early.. But, the fucking party was lame to begin with. Like, I said, I thought that. And in a way I still do, but not for myself. Fucking A, right? I think that for other women. Why? Because deep down in my cold, black heart, I truly believe I found my knight in streaked armor. My best friend that is the life of the party. And everyone who has ever met him, knows that’s a fact. Even his best friend wanted to marry him. In all seriousness, I wanted to marry the same guy, just years from now, and thought, why not now? Why, wait? I’ve come to the realization that life can end at any moment, for any reason – I’ve grasped the fact that, contrary to popular belief, I am mortal and since modern technology doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I can not, in fact, transfer my consciousness into a machine. So…until then… And as that thought came in, another one came right after – funny

Hey motherlovers, Does anyone still look up at clouds? I looked up just now, and it was majestic and grand in form over the light blue sky, that to me it appeared to be a phoenix. I haven't looked up in such a long time, it was refreshing. Nostalgic. Anyways.. I have been quiet for a bit? Did you miss me? Please confirm. Other than that this week was a fun one. My sisters and I went to the zoo yesterday, along with my nephews, from left to right, Me, my youngest sister with my oldest nephew, and my second youngest sister. I realized three things quickly... 1. Being an adult at the Zoo, not as fun as I thought it would be 2. It actually depressed me a bit 3. Being a parent seems, and must be, exhausting. I saw that only kids under the age of ten were brought out to the zoo. And that is a heck of a lot of energy already. Especially when they are excited about the caged animals. Oh, and that, just made me feel shitty. Poor animals, never

Evening, Motherlovers. Does anyone have children? And by children, I mean pets? My husband likes to say that he can only compare giving child birth to the worst pain he has experience, which is slamming his pinky toe - and he's had poison ivy. Therefore, I can only compared having children to owning pets. I kid. Here's the thing, every morning my cat feels it his duty to wake us up as soon as he is up. As soon as it turns five, he feels it is perfect timing. Chalupa Batman jumps at at the bed, all while meowing, and heads on over to my side, and comes and touches my face with his nose. I don't move, but it wakes me -  but only that half ass wake up. He sees me not moving, so he heads over to my belly and begins to press up and down, continuously, until I get up, and by then, he has already won. But, it doesn't end there. He needs food and water, and I have to open the door for him so he can get out to the balcony. Oh! And he likes to be pet, a lot. Soon, h

Hey Mother lovers, If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve noticed by now that I’ve fallen into a baking phase. I must be honest, I just like being able to serve sweets that others will enjoy. I see these delectables and wonder how I can make it and make it better. And it feels good when those who eat it, like it. Obviously. I pick recipes from Youtube, I have at least four channels I live for - I will post links down below for you, and I recommend checking them out. As of late though, I check on google for recipes and it leads me to other bloggers/websites. I have gotten two recipes for desserts already from a site called The Spruce . Amazing recipes, especially for beginners, like us. And they taste so good and are easily made, so far I tried the souffle  - which I will master GAWDAMNIT, and the vanilla cupcakes..which yes are just as good as they look: Baking, with no surprise, makes a big ol’ mess. Flour everywhere, egg whites drippings on the counter, and I am co

Twenty Nine My oh my Yes time flies   Twenty Eight Was yesterday Plus one has arrived   The sun shines On your parade Go on, have your cake   Twenty Nine What a lovely surprise Life has blessed you with one more ride .

Hey, everybody. On a much more lighter note, I'm not sure if I shared or not with all you nuggets, but I got married last month and so now I wear rings. That's right. Two. And if that isn't news to you, well it was to me! I thought there was only one, nope..turns out we get two rings. Dos. I mean, shit, the most jewelry I've ever worn has been my septum in my nose. But, when i was younger, I wore earings and maybe a necklace here and there, but it never really was my thing. Just no. I honestly think jewelry is a waste of money, but then again my mother loves it, and I did promise her nice ring..so there's that.. The exceptions, of course, are the special days, like Weddings. I have never really worn rings, ever, in my life. Well, except in high school for maybe a few months and thats it since it began to turn green, along with my skin.. Eeww... But other than that, never again. Geez, what a contradiction. Anyways, if you've kept up... As the day

Hello, Motherlovers. This morning I woke up to one of the deadliest mass shootings in U.S. History. As of now, there are at least 58 dead and at least 515 injured in Las Vegas. Some deranged being decided to hide like a coward from the 32nd floor of the Mandalay Hotel and shoot into a crowd of 22,000. There was a festival happening. Country Festival, I believe it was. In the infamous Las Vegas - You're out with your friends, and lover (or lovers..wink wink..) But instead of ending the night with drinks, or with a tale that would have been funny in the near future, instead that night was filled with terror. And all I could think of, no matter how selfish it may have been, is it could have been me. I love going to concerts. Just like every one of those people - but instead of enjoying what may have been to some, an amazing night, they lived their last moments in fear. They were so blind to what was just about to take place. What a way to enter October. It makes me so