"The results of your MRI show several bulging discs in your neck and a herniated disc in your back that we are unable to fix," The doctors words were deafening in the small office they sat in.
I just so happened to be the camel, and if my throbbing head were an indication of the pain I was in, my back had been broken.
I believe that the things presented to us on a daily basis are presented to serve a precise purpose. Whether it be God, karma, the universe, the law of attraction, or pure coincidence that brings these seemingly random bits of information to our attention is up to the individual believer. Once it is brought to … Continue reading A Reason for Everything, Everything for a Reason
Reflection is the entire concept behind this blog. It's not a mommy blog. It's not a wifey blog. It's not a DIY blog. It's not an uplifting blog. It is simply a reflective blog. No more. No less. It reflects what mirrors can't, what's on the inside. The pain. The fear. The struggle. The achievement. … Continue reading The Truth
Get a whole bunch of grapes. Like, a LOT of them, not just one bunch! (3 pounds of grapes and 3 pounds of sugar is the recommended ingredients) Pick grapes off the stems and wash grapes in cold water. Also measure how many you have for future reference. 1 cup of whole grape equals 1 … Continue reading How to Make Mom’s Jam
The bait is so delicious she can't help but to go running back for more....
I bit my tongue so hard that I could taste the blood seeping into a puddle that formed in the side of my cheek. It took every once of control in me to not react. Not change my facial expressions. My tone. Not to show my utter disappointment. Sadness. Fear. Shock. Betrayal.
You women that bitch cause he's out in the garage for an entire Saturday tinkering with his project car. You women that bitch cause he kicks back and plays a video game for a little bit in the evening. You women that nag in the background every Friday night while your man is TRYING to just kick back and relax. What's your damn problem?
As my frustrations grew to the point of venting on my blog in fear that if I hadn't I would "vent" to him, I came along this post. What a perfectly timed reminder....
They're frustrating,tired, negative thoughts. Thoughts I'd rather not be twirling about my mind. Yet there they are. Naturally, I blame my husband....