Imperfectly Perfect With You

My heart in your hands
the weight of the world on your shoulders
you bear the burden of all before you

you tackle it with grace and strength
you set forth to conquer the demons
change the perception, the course of the world

you have the power
in the subtle things you do
in the words that you speak
in the actions that you take

you bring forth a comfort and calmness
you are unique unto yourself

you share your dreams, haunts, desires, and fears
you are all I could have imagined
and more than I could fathom

you are the sun
the moon
the stars
and galaxies
combined in one
fantastical expression of God

In my heart you can find
all that I am
and all that I have
aligned imperfectly perfect with you

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Time to build the 6 ft cat tree. Or “Let’s see if this relationship will survive”

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“He won’t read directions”

“We can’t do any home project together without wanting to rip each others hair out”

“He’s a control freak and wont let me help”

“She gets all the tools, and hardware mixed up.”

“She doesn’t know what a flat head is compared to a phillips head”

Does any of this sound vaguely familiar to you? If so you might be suffering from ~ Incompatible Home Improvement Syndrome.

It affects 1 in 3 couples, and has been known to tear apart relationships before they can even have a chance to get off the ground running.

“Hey hun, I found a great painting that would look fantastic in the hallway. Let’s put it up?” Does hearing that question send shivers down your spine? 

If so, let me assure you, your compatible mate to home improvement projects is out there and waiting for you to find them. Quite possibly in your nearest home improvement store.

All joking aside, if you think about how many times you and your partner have worked together building something, working on a home improvement project, cooking, etc. it probably hasn’t been without some flaws, and sometimes you realize that it’s just better to not do something together. It’s not a bad thing to do your own thing. You may not be interested in laying tile, he may not want to crack a few eggs for brownies, you may not want to get down and dirty with grout, and he may look at you with three heads when you say you want to make a souffle with him. Or vice a versa if he enjoys doing the cooking and you’d rather paint the back deck. Whatever it is you like to do, it’s often fun to at least try to do it with your partner.

Sometimes it doesn’t always work out for the best. You can get on each others nerves for the littlest thing.

That has been my luck in some of my relationships. Often times, because I am a little extra independent and will do the home improvement project as well as the souffle, we can end up butting heads. Everyone has a better way of doing something that they think is the best way to do it because they’ve done it millions of times before and sometimes (yes I’m singling out men here from my perspective) men don’t like it if women know how to do something that they believe they should be doing. Especially if the woman does it faster and presumably better than them.

I’ve been really lucky in the sense that David and I work really well together, either in the kitchen or in the project fix it area. We have our moments where I’d like a little extra space while mixing up something in the kitchen, or he would like me to hand him the allen wrench a little faster. Like before he asks for it he expects I’d already know he needs it and have it waiting for him lol. I also have moments where I think he should know when to hand me an egg for mixing up a cake, but we don’t always get what we want.

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Last week, we had a lot cut out for us. We decided to tackle the project of the 6 ft cat tree for Lilo and Stitch to play and lounge on.

We almost bought one in Petco, but found this huge one online at Chewy.com at a really great price and it was larger than the one in the store.

What did we get ourselves into, we thought. Actually it wasn’t that bad.  25 some odd parts, screws, hoozywatsis, and about an hour later, we came out with a stronger sense of self. Or each other if you will.

It didn’t happen without a few little hiccups, let’s be frank, because at one point we thought we had an extra screw. It turned out to be the anchor for the wall if we chose to use it. We worked well together, until part 10 had to go into slot b, then it was all a mess…for a moment.

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He expected that I knew he needed the allen wrench at that exact moment.

“Hello where’s the wrench?”

“Why, we don’t need it yet, I’ll get it when we get to screw 19.”

Expectation is the root of all evil… or a grumpy moment for some people. I turned around and pointed to the wrench…

“If you want it so bad, reach over and grab it!”

He perked up pretty quick, and made a joke out of it as usual with a grab of my bum and we were off to finish up our project.  But then Stitch decided she was making home of one of the cubbies, before we could get to it. Finally after some coaxing with the treats, she came out and let us finish up.

All in all we worked very well together, and that in and of  itself is a huge accomplishment in many relationships. The ability to work together on a project when both partners are strong, independent people that know what they’re doing. Hell we even read directions together. It was fun, and we made it fun. We didn’t make it a chore. Heck we painted the laundry/walk in closet room together a few months ago and even worked on taking apart the washer and dryer to spruce it up and replace one of the belts in the dryer.

Teamwork.

So I think it’s safe to say it was a success, for us and the kitties. They seem to have settled into their new treehouse quite nicely if I do say so myself. Although Stitch seems to like that top perch wayyyy too much lol.

 

 

Nature vs. Nurture, thank you for your compliment anyway

pregnant-woman-1130611_640No matter where I go there are children all around. A store, a park, even just now while I’m at the coffee shop trying to write a post for the day. Kids are everywhere. And they are drawn to me like a magnet. It’s all good, and I will happily oblige a curious conversation, play with a dolly, or action figure, read a line from a book that’s sitting nearby, and even listen to baby babble that hardly anyone can understand.

Kids have always seen me, smiled, and started engaging with me for as long as I can remember. I would be told “You just have a way with them, a demeanor they can feel comfortable with. Kids are like animals, if they sense something bad or off with you, they will let you know.”

Just now, as I sipped my Iced Cinnamon Americano, thinking about writing about what NOT to say to a woman who doesn’t have children of her own at my age, a little girl no more than 2 years old decided to walk away from her mother’s side and come sit with me at my table.

She stood by the table side and showed me her dolly. Baby Doll is her name. Baby Doll wanted to read the stories that were in the Coffee Book. The ones that tell you all about coffee beans from harvest to poured in your cup. Obviously, the little girl didn’t know what the book entailed but she wanted to read it. So I happily started going through the book she handed me, as she pulled the empty seat out and started to climb up to have a seat and listen to the story I would read. All while mom was apologetic for her daughters intrusion of my personal space.

I assured mom that all was good and I was happy to read to her daughter. So we flipped through the book (which is a photo album) and as I’m holding the book, and Baby Doll, I started to create a story which was more on her level of understanding than the technical aspect of harvesting beans.

“See this picture right here, this is a coffee bean. Once it’s grown up they take the bean and make the coffee that your Mommy and I are drinking right now.”

“Mmmmm coffee.” she says with a smile on her face.

As Mom is still apologizing for the intrusion. I assure her again that had I had a better book to read, and she didn’t mind, I would have happily entertained her; as I love to see children reading. Mom so happened to have “Goodnight Moon” in her free hand. We laughed a little and she said…

“You must be an awesome Mom for sure! Thank you for taking time to read to her, and not be totally annoyed by the interruption. Your kids are really lucky to have you as a Mom”

I honestly didn’t know what to say except, thank you.

Do I reply “Oh I don’t have kids” and make the person feel bad for assuming?

It was in that moment I just took the compliment and thanked her for it. I have often said, I am not a mom by nature, but by nurture I sure as hell am. I’ve mothered many children over the years, and although I don’t hold that title specifically I do almost everything a mother does, except for birthing and breast-feeding.

Let me be clear, I was not offended at all by the compliment and kind words of this stranger. Her observation of my caring nature, made her associate me with a mother. That’s totally fine. In fact I found her statement to be quite nice, and was definitely appreciative of what she said. However, at my age, I’ve heard many comments about why I don’t have children. Questioning the reasons why there are no little ones running around. Just as a pregnant woman gets tired of all the questions regarding breast or bottle, names, staying home or going back to work, and the list goes on. Still not sure what gives someone the right to question and ask why. That becomes annoying. Just like asking how much money someone has in the bank, or what their weight is, or any other possibly intrusive questions you could think of.

Why do you have the need to ask

  • Why or why not?
  • Is it a choice?
  • Can you not have children?
  • If you can have them, why wouldn’t you want them?
  • Why haven’t you had any yet?
  • You’re getting old, the clock is running out.
  • Don’t you want to go through the experience of having a baby?
  • Don’t you want to make your Mom a Grandma?
  • Don’t you want to be called Mom?
  • It’s not fair you have to raise someone elses children but not have any of your own, why wouldn’t you want to have your own too?  *Let me clear this one up before someone jumps to conclusions~ I don’t raise my boyfriends children, they have a Mom & Dad. I am Dad’s Girlfriend. I am around a lot, and I care deeply about these boys, but I will never replace their Mom. She is, and always will be, Mom. I’m an extra special person that cares and loves them unconditionally, because I want to, not because I have to. 

People chose to judge, jump to conclusions, and place their own self-proclaimed feelings, thoughts, wants and/or needs (that might even be their own truths/issues that they are fearful of acknowledging) upon someone else. It’s called projecting.

IMG_5890-0My capacity to love, care, nurture, etc. has no bearing on whether or not I give birth to a child. Nature does not need to provide me a biological child for me to be a nurturing woman.

That solely has to do with my nature, capacity to love, and my personality.

It’s also my body, my choice, maybe or maybe not, and a collective decision made by two adults on what they want/need, can/can’t have in their relationship. If you must cast judgement or just have a curious nature, maybe broach your question with some care and a little class so you don’t come across like a nosy little ass!

 

 

 

 

Montauk, Musings.

imageThis couple right here, in a poorly, sneakily taken photo, over Dave’s shoulder while we were laying on the beach; is probably the best photo I took on our trip to Montauk, NY a few weekends ago for our Anniversary/Dave’s Birthday.

Why this? You might ask.

Because although it was a little windy, and the beach was fairly empty, these two lovebirds were all over each other, hugging, kissing, and snuggling up on their blanket under the shade of their umbrella. Without a care in the world of what others might have thought about their public display of affection.

Love. Some mischief, friskiness, and just plain I don’t give a flippin care in the world, I’m gonna love on my partner, vibe.

Yep, this picture sums it all up.

Here I was, dressed in my sweats, cause let’s face it, it was breezy and chilly out East about 3 weeks ago. We anchored our umbrella, laid out the blanket, plopped down our cooler that was filled with cheese & crackers, fruits & chocolate dip, and some drinks.

imageI was so embarrassed because over the last year, I’ve gained weight. About 16 pounds, fueled by love, and good food 😉 Nothing really is fitting, but at the end of every day, Dave sees me for who I am, even with the added weight. He was and always has been as affectionate as I could want, and even here at the beach with my sweats on he was as well.

I’m worried about the one family of 4 who are not too far away, seeing us kissing, not so much the adults, but the kids. But they’re doing their own thing, and then I glance over Dave’s shoulder and see this older couple. That did it. I was like whoa really, who cares what anyone thinks! Not that we got down to business at the beach haha, but I definitely let loose a little more and was more relaxed. Because seriously who cares what anyone else thinks, as long as we are happy.

And we are.

We had such a great time while away those 4 days, it was much needed escape from everyday life, and relaxing. We ate delicious food, saw many beautiful sights, spent time on the beach, and even chilled out in the suite watching movies on one of the rainy day/nights.

The Beachcomber Resort was beautiful. We had a one bedroom upper suite, full kitchen which helped for my food limitations, as I’m always worried about finding safe food to eat while out and about.

So it was nice to have a full kitchen to cook breakfast in or anything else for that matter. We would make breakfast each morning, and eat out on the deck overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the smell of the salty air, were just what we needed. We took walks each day into town and to the beach.

For afternoons and evenings we were tourists in our own backyard, so to speak.

One evening we had dinner while watching the sun set at, Inlet Seafood Restaurant. The view was spectacular, the food was superb, wait staff was extremely attentive especially when I asked about gluten free options. They had a special menu, which offered a large selection of options and I ate every last bit of my salmon with quinoa that evening. Plus we shared mussels in white wine sauce, and a sushi roll as an appetizer, so no desert for us, because we were so full from our meals.

The following day we were at it again. Spent some time at the beach in the morning after a nice walk into town after our breakfast spread. But it was a rainy day ahead of us and we made the best of it. We stopped in IGA food store and picked up a few extra things to hunker down for the afternoon. Then headed out to dinner.

First stop was The Hideaway, which when finally finding it hidden among the yachts in the boat yard, we had to walk right out because it was so crowded and nowhere to sit. Very disappointed in that fact because I was really looking forward to eating here.

Next stop and and just as quick to leave but because the service, and staff were not informed and sort of obnoxious was, O’Murphy’s Pub. I’m not even putting their link up because I’m not happy about the way they treated us. We called ahead of time to check on gluten free options as we did with all the restaurants we go to, and they assured Dave they had options available. So when The Hideaway wasn’t working out due to overcrowding we headed there. Huge mistake. We were seated between two doorways at a 2 top table, and were immediately asked what we wanted to eat before even being handed a menu. I told the waitress I needed a few minutes because I am gluten free, she abruptly said “oh you can have a salad without cheese on it” I half heartedly explained that it’s wheat (although of course it’s more extensive than just wheat) not dairy that I need to avoid. With that she said “Oh we don’t have gluten free stuff, you can have a salad.” Trying to explain how the person on the phone said they had options available was fruitless as she was oblivious to what I was saying. Dave asked to speak to a manager or the chef and I wanted to just leave. At that point I couldn’t safely trust my food to be safe. The manager told Dave a salad was my option as well. Needless to say disappointed in the exchange and lack of knowledge, although I know it’s not everyone’s responsibility to know about gluten free, just don’t lie and say you offer it if you don’t even know what it is.

On to the next stop which was, Harvest on Fort Pond for dinner. So glad we ended up here because the food was good and the staff was great as well. We had planned on eating here the next night but hey, go with the flow right. When we called ahead and Dave spoke to the host, who happens to have Celiac, she said I’d be more than happy with the food offerings and she would be willing to help me out choosing an item. Relief was in sight. We started with Mussels steamed in garlic sauce, and Dave had the Skirt Steak and I had the Pork Tenderloin. I admit my pork was a little over cooked, but still very good. The staff is attentive, knowledgable and the restaurant had such a nice ambiance.

Saturday afternoon we took a trip out to Sag Harbor for the day, and walked around the town for a while. Dave was looking forward to eating at iL Cappuccino, Italian Restaurant, but little did we know, they were only open for dinner, not lunch which is when we arrived. Luckily I thought ahead and packed a light lunch just in case we needed it. After realizing they weren’t open, and searching up and down the streets for a place we wanted to eat, we headed back to the car and ate our picnic looking at the water.

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Sag Harbor, Windmill (information center)

Once back to Montauk, we decided on eating at Gosman’s Dock Restaurant. Slightly disappointed in this establishment for two reasons, the food was phenomenal and our waiter was wonderful. But the host was less than pleasant when we entered and were asked if we needed a table for two, we said yes. She then informs us that “All water view tables were occupied and she would have to seat us somewhere else” As another host greeted another couple, all too friendly who walked in after us and immediately started to usher them to, wouldn’t you know it, a window view table. A little perturbed and feeling slighted because obviously they were “regulars” and we were not, we were seated at a 4 top table at the bottom of a set of stairs with a limited view of the water. Our table was less than stellar, and every time a server finished using the tray stand to serve food, they would prop it up right between my seat and the stair rail beside me. Talk about a hazard, because if I needed to get up quick I’d probably trip over it, and as it was everyone that walked by almost tripped over it. Not letting these mishaps get in the way, we had a lovely meal of Prime Rib, and wouldn’t you know, Mussels in white wine sauce. We do love mussels. We also had dessert. I had a delectable flourless chocolate cake that was served warm, with cappuccino ice cream and, Dave had the deconstructed key lime pie. Again like I said the food was delicious and our server was so nice.

Sunday morning was our last morning out in Montauk and we had as usual a great breakfast to start our day. After packing up the suite and saying so long to The Beachcomber and our lovely view, we headed out with our picnic lunch for some time at Camp Hero, and The Montauk Lighthouse.

The wait time to get into the Lighthouse was a little longer than we wanted to wait, so we opted for a drive by instead and a few photos. Plus I don’t believe I’d be able to walk the steps anyway.

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We then turned around and stopped at a scenic overlook for our lunch and then went to Camp Hero. I have a little bit of a fondness for oddities like Camp Hero, and wonder what really happened there all those years ago. Conspiracy theory’s much hmm. But seriously I really enjoy the mystery of it all and wish we had more time to do the full walk to the tower I captured in the distance. Looking at the bluffs, which I admit, I had NO idea that the island had bluffs. I’m used to an ocean I can just walk straight across to, not fear of falling off the edge of the earth kinda thing. But talk about majestic views! We definitely will be making a trip back soon, just for Camp Hero.

If you’re into time travel, and have heard of the Manhattan Project, you should totally check out information about Camp Hero.

All in all our Montauk Musings were Magnificent to say the least. A little adventure, not too far from home, an escape from the ordinary, and luckily before the Summer tourists descend upon the town like locusts 😉

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention on our way home I was craving and when I say craving I mean like a huge craving since I can’t remember the last time I had one…a lobster roll! We turned around and stopped at The Lobster Roll in Amagansett. Oh my goodness, they make an Udi’s Gluten Free hot dog roll taste so damn good. They had a separate Gluten Free Menu that was so huge, I couldn’t believe my eyes. But nothing was going to get me to eat anything but a lobster roll. And I was so damn happy. Yes food is my comfort I admit it 😉

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My Mom Loves Meghan Trainor’s NO song

Thanks Megan TrainorHeading out to my doctor’s appointment the other day and my mom was my co pilot. I haven’t seen much of her lately, it’s sad but true, I’ve been neglecting quality time with her and I miss it terribly. Although she does get on my nerves as all wonderful mothers do 😉 yesterday was like any other day with her. Except we were having a disagreement over the freaking radio of all things.

When I go to the doctor, especially the gynecologist I need to destress and make sure my blood pressure is under control. I don’t know why but it goes higher when I get there. I love my doctor he is really great, I think it’s just being there kinda thing, I mean think about it no one really likes going to the gyno. Right? lol.

As we’re mosying along listening to the radio, catching up with each other over our cups of coffee, I’m channel surfing on the radio. I hate every song that’s playing, it’s irritating the fuck out of me, if it’s not some old school rap or Whitney Houston song that’s blasting, it’s some funky country tune and it’s all like nails on a chalkboard to me.

Then pops Meghan Trainor’s “NO” song and I give it a second or two and hit the search function. Not realizing Mom is singing along to Meghan! WTF

My name is no
My sign is no
My number is no

Yes she’s singing along and all of a sudden I snap out of my trance and glance at her and start laughing.

“Seriously, Mom are you singing along, and you know the lyrics?”
“Yes, it’s a catchy song. I hear it all the time on WBLI, and well it reminds me of my younger days when I was single and would go out to the Hampton’s and party with my friends”
“Really, how so?”
“Well it’s a meat market out there, as it is almost any club or bar you’d go to. But like the song says…

Thank you, I don’t wanna dance
If I want a man, then I’ll get a man
(Paraphrasing because these aren’t the exact lyrics)

“Today’s day and age isn’t any different from it was back in the 70’s, people are the same the years have just changed. But this song is a good one, she’s got a good point. Priorities, and knowing what you want and going after it. It’s a catchy tune”

As she finishes her sentence the song which had mellowed out in the background automatically seemed to get louder…

My name is no
My sign is no
My number is no
No
No
No

She was singing along again and trails off.

“Oh boy it even reminds me of your father. At the time, I was dating a Nuclear Physicist, and working at the Adult/Nursing Home. There was a Christmas party and I had been told by the ladies in food services that he really liked me. I had absolutely no interest in him and told him to leave me alone. At the Christmas party I brought the guy I was dating and your father had the balls to come up to me and ask me to dance. The nerve of him.”

“Apparently you said yes, Mom.”

“Like the song says…NO. I told him I was with someone and I couldn’t dance with him. He wasn’t too happy, and that led to him pursuing me.”

“And here we are 41 years later…”

My Name is no
My sign is no
My number is no

Perfect timing and the song kicks in again, we both laugh and giggle and I tell her about one of the other songs Meghan Trainor wrote and how I blogged about it.

“Oh God are you gonna blog about me now, would you really do that to your, Mother? Talking about how love is blind and all that jazz. How I went for the Hippy with the long hair and ripped jeans, and left the Nuclear Physisist? Well one wonderful thing happened from it all, and I wouldn’t change it. If I had the chance to do it all over again I would. I got you from it so that’s like hitting the jackpot” She says with a smile and a glimmer in her eyes.

Yes Mom I will, and I did, because I love you. You have shown me year after year and day after day that no matter what is happening in our lives, a little musical interlude always does the soul good. Even if it’s some catchy tune by Meghan Trainor. Especially if her music can spark a memory of yours and we can share in that memory.

Thanks Meghan Trainor. I never thought I’d say those words before.

What a difference a year makes, Oh Happy Day

img_0848-2Today is Dave’s Birthday!

It’s also our Anniversary!

Or maybe it’s tomorrow 😉 lol. We often joke about that, because today is the day I walked through his door looking to buy some cups for my stepdad’s nebulizer machine after spending a week in Pennsylvania visiting my Sissy and her family.

After chatting for a while and having that epiphany , he would have liked to go out that night, but had his sons for Boy Scouts so he asked me if I’d go with him to dinner the next night. Little did I know my life would change soon after stepping foot inside his store. 

I’d often go to his store to buy those same cups and upon returning from my trip, my stepdad had run out of his stash. So I needed to go to the only store in the area that sold the good ones. It was about 20 minutes away and I was rushing to get there before they closed for the day.

That day was a funny one and feels as if it was yesterday. Like I said today’s his birthday, so when I arrived he joked that I was his birthday present. I admit it made me blush a little, ok a lot at the time, and it still does to this day. Although I wasn’t his birthday present in the sense last year, or maybe I was in some cosmic, divine intervention, fate way, I joked with him this morning that I was his present this year 😉

Although we celebrated our Anniversary and his Birthday together this past weekend out in Montauk , which was just the thing we needed to get some good quality time togehter. We try to celebrate all the time, not in the grand scheme of things, nor over extravagant ways, but in the simple gestures we do for each other on a daily basis.

This last year has had it’s ups and downs for both of us, yet through it all, at the end of the day we each know the other has our backs. I often say life’s not all rainbows and unicorns, it’s got it’s sprinkling of chaos, but like all great baked sweets you need a little salt to bring out the sweetness. A little rain to bloom the flowers, and cultivate the lifecycle. So bring on the pinch of salt to add spice to our life.

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Wishing you the Sweetest Birthday and Happiest of Anniversaries, Hun. I’m blessed to spend today with you, and looking forward to all the days that will follow.

XO Paula ❤

If we were having coffee…

imageI’ve finally had a moment to sit down and enjoy a cup of decaf. It’s already 5 pm probably by the time this gets posted and I’m exhausted, so decaf will do. It’s all good though, I’m not complaining.

So grab yourself a cup of what you like, pull up a comfy chair and enjoy the view.

Dave’s watching Paul Blarth, Mall Cop, funny movie if you haven’t watched it before, and I’m here curled up next to him but blogging for a little bit.

We had a funfilled weekend with the boys. On Friday night we all went to a Chinese Auction at the local middle school for their SEPTA fundraiser. (Special Education Parent Teacher Association) It was filled to capacity with people, and they apparently raised over $23,000 on this their 20th anniversary. N even won a basket of baking utensils, cookbooks and some other goodies that he gave to his mom.

Saturday was an outdoor adventure day and we took them out to the nature trail I go to quite often, and although it was mixed with some slight apprehension of “getting out in nature” they enjoyed every minute of it and are looking forward to going back again. We packed a nice lunch for everyone, went inside the visitor center/educational center and checked out the animals/flowers/trees and basically everything that create the protected wildlife marshlands at the National Wildlife Refuge. After some time in there, we headed out on the trail with hopes of catching a glimpse of the Bald Eagle that has a nest nearby. No such luck on catching that view, but our views were nonetheless just as lovely.

 

 

They boys, all three of them 😉 came with me to the coffee shop, and I got a little caffiene pick me up just in time before the rain started coming down. They ate their lunches, but I was embarressed by the fact that I assumed something with Dave’s youngest son, N. He’s a bit of a picky eater, and I packed a Lunchable with lite bologna in our cooler for him to eat while we were out. He swears he loves them and eats them all the time, so when I saw he ate everything but the bologna, I thought he just didn’t want the protein again. Afterall he ate the cookie, crackers, and cheese but no meat. I asked him what was going on, but said “how come you’re not eating the cookie? are you saving if for later?” He says no and has this look on his face like he’s upset. So of course I don’t know what’s going on and that’s when he pulls back the plastic wrap he had crumpled up inside the bologna part, and I wanted to vomit. The damn bologna was green molded!!!! Seriously I was ready to freak out. I never buy these for him, neither does his dad, and I double and triple check expiration dates ALL the time and he I was again looking at the date. May 10th, 2016! This should not be molded. I showed Dave and was so embaressed. That’s the last thing anyone wants to do is feed someone something that is bad. N took the package from me and ran to the garbage and threw it out. The person I am was like….wait, I should take it back to the store, I only bought it yesterday this shouldn’t be happening. But at that point it was too late. I wasn’t garbage digging for moldy bologna. Luckily I had other food packed. I’m always over prepared lol. And he had plenty more to eat. When we got home we played Headbandz yet again, and watched some of the original Star Trek episodes with the boys last night. I had no idea they liked Star Trek, the original that is. Which I think extremely cool.

And today was a nice relaxing day at home watching How it’s Made, and some Food Network. J keeps asking to cook with me, so I’ve got to get an idea of something he would like to eat so we can make it together the next weekend they are over. Of course this evening wouldn’t be complete without some finishing touches on the laundry/walk in closet room. It’s almost done, just need to put the clothes back on the hangers and the dressers into the room.

After a long weekend even the cats are a little exhausted taking in the setting sun. Now I bid you a good evening, because I’ve got some relaxing to do myself. 🙂

Thanks for joining me in Weekend Coffee Share~See you soon.

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