My attempt at 50

The Daily Post has a weekly writing challenge. How fun is that! 

Here’s the challenge:

For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words.




He left me with the responsibility that was ours to share. Unable to make eye contact, I agreed when he said this was for the best. What he meant to say was that what was best for him was all that matters. My unhappiness is best left unsaid. I agreed.  

The Parent Teacher Conference That Will Go Down in History

Back in February I made a post about my son and getting in trouble at school

So really… it’s no surprise that we’d have an interesting parent teacher conference.

I was elated to hear that my son is one of the most advanced writers she’s had. Content wise at least. His handwriting is probably the worst she’s had but she was polite enough to leave that portion out. My son has an elevated use of vocab, imagery, and detail that is beyond his grade level. <~ and his other two teacher before noted that the reason they suspect his handwriting is so crummy is because  he has SO MUCH to write in SO LITTLE time that he gets stressed about getting what he wants to get out in the time allotted.. His teacher this year showed me a story that he wrote and read to a sixth grade student. She beamed with pride as she mentioned how engaging his stories are and how the the sixth grader was laughing throughout it and said it was such a cool story. She said he has a talent for engaging the reader..

Then she told me about how they’ve been writing poems. Apparently they did one where you’re are supposed to elude to an emotion and after reading it to the class the students have to guess what emotion you are writing about.

My son’s poem was about how he loves living in “lala” land and is sick of being told to focus all the time. Then, in only a way that an 8 year old can, he told of how he hated school and finished with how he wants to be homeschooled where he would be free to learn as he saw fit..

All while holding up a picture of his teacher nagging him while he’s trying to read.

It was a clear defining message for his teacher. The children guessed emotions like “frustrated” and “angry”. His teacher said she was a bit sad and concerned that he felt this way about school..

I, was not surprised. This is something my son has faced since 1st grade when he learned that the schooling system works at a faster pace than he was comfortable with. Volunteering in his classrooms I saw him shift from station to station roughly every 20 minutes, never getting work done the first go around and then rushing to complete a handful of tasks in one quick mini wrap up session.

It frustrated him, to get on task with something just in time to have to reshift onto something else.

My son used to have really good handwriting entering 1st grade. By the end of 1st grade his handwriting went downhill because he learned it was not the content that mattered to the teachers, but just getting the tasks done.

I in no way blame his teachers, it’s just the way things are…

It continued into second grade, when she asked me to get him tested for ADHD. He would tune her out and miss the cues in switching to stations. His doctor said he showed no signs of having ADHD. In fact he sat there for 15 minutes, at barely 8 years old, just listening to the doctor and I discuss the situation. When she asked him questions, at first he answered them in ways that he was conditioned to answer in school. “Do you have trouble focusing?” < “Yes because the teacher said I do” She eventually asked him what he felt and he said he felt rushed all the damn time..

Which leads into third grade, I think he’s adjusted to the rushing by rushing and obviously very frustrated about it.

The teacher said they discussed his frustrations and the students “helped” by saying that he had to go to school.

And in my head I’m thinking this:

August Wilson has won two Pulitzer Prizes. He dropped out of school at 15 and self educated himself at the library.

Condoleeza Rice, ya know the former Secretary of State… homeschooled until she was 10.

Thomas FREAKING Edison… homeschooled..

In fact.. Here’s a great link to Awesome people who were homeschooled

There are certain people in this world that are driven to greatness. That don’t fit the societal mold despite trying. They either crash and burn or flourish by creating their own paths. I’m not saying my son is one of those people, but I won’t be the road block to his greatness if he is. Honestly, if he is that passionate about home schooling.. I’ve have a mind to make to it happen now….


Then And Now


I am noticing as of late, how different of a person I was when I was Faith the Almighty. Those not aware, that was the title I had as a senior student in high school that the freshman gave me. I had a mini cult following… But that was almost 12 years and instead of followers I have  a family that expects me to get up before the sun does…

But that’s besides the point..

Here’s an example of how I changed:

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Roswell was THE show for me and my friends. It concluded pretty much when our high school days did… fate… pretty much..

But back then I was always wrapped up in the Maria and Michael angst.. I loved me a semi bad boy who was misunderstood… It’s as no surprise really that the relationship that ended with the beginning of my blogging career fell the same path…

Flash foreward to a year ago when I re-watched the show.. and I was on team Max and Liz! Let’s face it, Max came with some pretty hefty baggage himself (hello wifey Tess) but still.. he was keeper


The Daily Prompt asked:

Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!


Most of my K-12 education years I hated math. My problem was that I picked up on it quickly. Too quickly that repeatedly doing it over and over in homework was the WORST torture ever. Seriously.. I can’t tell you have many “talks” I had with various math teachers about how well I would do if I applied myself in homework. As a result of never doing homework I usually averaged C’s. <~ Hey I passed AND didn’t have to do the homework… Pretty validated in my math career choices.

Now… I am OWNING math. Homework still counts in college, but instead of like 25% of my grade it’s usually 15% and accumulated with attendance and participation.. Here’s the difference between now and them… I’m doing my homework.. even for the course where the teacher never checked. I enjoy working out the puzzles especially since in my current math class I’m practically teaching myself the material.. I currently have a 103 in that class.. so I must be doing something right ;)


My strong suit in high school was English. Literature and analyzing and interpreting was my thing. There was a comfort in completely being justified in my way of interpretation and the freedom of forming own my thoughts.. I loved to write and would write in journals for hours.

Now…. It’s become very apparent that English isn’t exactly that way. I’ve wondered if some of my grades in English were based on the opinions of my professor versus a legit grading system. It’s not a cut and dry with  one specific answer world like math.

One similarity though..

Is that I am fascinated with the sciences such as biology and chemistry….. but have no desire to put the effort required in these courses. As a result, I have not taken any in my freshman year of college.

A Peek Into My Past

We’re giving you a free ticket to the period and place of your choice: where do you go? Do you stay where you are, or venture somewhere far away? Do you go all the way back to prehistoric times, or relive a fun moment you just had last year?
I’m not a big fan of time travel…. So Instead I will post my very first blog post ever: 
Wednesday April 30, 2003

         It is the end of the month, and with it another bitter chapter of my life ends.

       A new chapter begins. A journey to hopefully find self respect once again and pride. I’ve let guys manipulate me enough. And all in the name of love..

      Well, love goes hand and hand with honesty and respect. I need to find a love that will see that I am not a toy, but a treasure. Ah, idealistic dreams. Are there such guys in the world?


I feel at times emotionless because of the path of self-respect that I’ve chosen. Then at other times I feel a little remorse. It’s not a deep emotion. Not one that makes me regret the way things have gone, I wish it didn’t have to be this way. But this is what I had to do.

I don’t knnow who he is anymore. He’s changed. And if I didn’t love him I would have left all this crap a long time ago.

But I wanted to believe he wanted to change. I could tell the first week that he was trying. And then she came back and he just started to regress back to his old ways :( .

And through it all he lies to me. He lies to everyone, and I’m assuming moreso to himself.

Lies are the filth of this world, and those who are the masters of them are their vermin. They feed off of it and as soon as they consume a little they need it more, until nothing is pure in their world anymore…although this makes me also think of something else other than just lies that taints his world….

The Time has come…. for another birthday party.

I looove to throw a good birthday party.

It really engages my creative side.. I really don’t think it costs a whole lot of money to throw a good party when you’re creative about it..

My son it turning 9 soon, and I’m excited for the party possibilities! He broke my heart last year and claimed he was too old for a party. He invited a bunch of kids to the movies. All he wanted was to sit with his friends with no parents around and act like a grown up..

*snfl* where is the fun in that?!

The year before that for his 7th we had a monster birthday party. It fell on Friday the 13th so..yeah. it was pretty fitting!


Is that not one of the coolest cakes you’ve ever seen?!

One of the things I love about my husband’s family is how willing to go “all out” with us… this party was like a second Halloween!

We dimmed the lights and used black lights to light most of the party… Had a coloring station with highlighters that a lot of the girls loved..

This year our theme is:

Oh yeah… I’m talking targets galore…using the manroom in our house as a blacklight training center…. and then painting the adults up as zombies and have them coming out from the woods (weather permitting)

I’m excited!!!

Prepare for some epic posts involving all my ideas ;)



March Stitch from Stash Report


This month my report isn’t as fun as the last one.. Got one piece of floss.. cost me 34 cents…I know I know… sign me up for stash-a-holics anonymous! I’m out of control!

As noted here with my bead loom: I did get gifted some goodies for my birthday. I also got a gift certificate for my birthday… so don’t expect a high amount (if any) for next month.. but that’s good right?

So how am I doing in this challenge?

Jan: $9.87

Feb: $24.81

Mar $.34

Total I’ve spent $35.02.

Why does that number depress me so?! I need to spend more I think…  Like I’m doing too good of a job of not spending money.



Fear Parenting



The photo above is a pic I took when we first moved into our house 5 years ago. One of the reasons we chose this house is for the huge yard it provided.. Ok, maybe not huge by some standards, but in our area it’s pretty spacious. Even better: Our yard, other than the driveway, is completely wrapped around by a rock wall. It’s a magical wall, that has been known to keep monsters from entering our yard so little girls can sleep at night without worrying about such things.

 Even though the temperatures as of late have been in the 30′s at best, both my kids have been spending their after school hours riding their bikes up and down the driveway. I love the excitement they have for being kids and doing kid things! And now that they are 5 and 8 they are enjoying the freedom of being out there on their own. I can imagine how liberating that must be for them, who constantly have adults micromanaging so much of their days/ choices. This is their safety space… 

Yesterday afternoon I was at the bus stop. Our neighbor came over. Oooo hello neighbor how are you today :). She’s a really nice woman, means well, but we have differing parenting styles as seen in my last post here. She’s originally from New York, a big city gal. Living in the suburbs is a big difference I’m sure.

She commented that she saw my daughter by the rocks on the edge of the road as shown in the picture above. I’ve seen my kids climb them. My daughter will occasionally climb up and sit there and watch the cars drive by. The neighbor said Loreli waved to her as she drove off to go to work..

I was thinking “Awww that’s cute”…since my daughter has always been a bit shy. 

Well… that was not where my neighbor was going with this shared moment with my daughter. 

“I was worried about her.” Was my neighbors next comment. 

Well the rocks aren’t cemented down.. they do shift.. She could fall and hurt herself…. which would suck….. 

I was wrong again where I thought she was leading the conversation..

“I was concerned because she was outside by herself. Someone could have come up and snatched her.”

I was polite, and responded that my daughter is well instructed in what to do when it comes to personal safety. Before they go out I always ask a questions.. For instance, “If a car slows down near our house, what do you do?” <~ The answer being run into the house to let me know. Which has actually happened a few times, for completely non kidnapping related reasons. They go over safety at karate routinely. My children are very well behaved and have never given me a reason to not trust them being out there on their own. Plus.. I can see them perfectly well from the house…. It’s not like I hop in the shower and tune out their antics.. I know what’s going on…

That led to me being informed on how easy it is for children to be kidnapped… How serious I should be taking this… 


So.. What is up with this whole style of “fear parenting” that seems to be the craze? I have no better way of describing it.. I recently read a long thread on a friend’s facebook about some mom that fell asleep at the park and some other mother let her sleep and tended her kid for awhile.. God forbid even gave the child a drink. And all the mothers were in an uproar because the other mother didn’t wake up the mom.. she was a STRANGER taking care of the child.. <~ I’m reading this all by my lonesome thinking “ummmm so we’re not going to talk about the fact the mother fell asleep when she was in a public place with her kid? oook”

Let’s be realistic here.

Most people in this world ARE GOOD… 

Some are BAD. 

The National Institute for Missing and Exploited Children report that:

  • An estimated 115 children were the victims of “stereotypical” kidnapping. These “stereotypical” kidnappings involved someone the child did not know or was an acquaintance. The child was held overnight, transported 50 miles or more, killed, ransomed or held with the intent to keep the child permanently.


  • More than 200,000 children were abducted by family members.

Now, their key facts seriously need updating, as these figures come from 1999. Every website I’ve found for statistics seems to still use these figures.. So I suppose not much has changed when it comes these kind of things… 

My point: Instead of teaching children that all strangers are bad. Let’s teach them the critical thinking skills necessary for differentiating between good and bad people.. As shown in the statistics, caution needs to be shown equally with people who aren’t strangers. I feel like labeling all strangers as bad makes children assume that all people they know are good.. and that makes it even easier for people they do know to victimize them..


Quit the fear parenting.. let kids be kids and give them the freedom to be in the world when they’ve shown they can handle it….