Monday, February 28, 2011



            Last night we watched the Academy Awards. It’s a family tradition of ours to order Chinese food and sit down and watch the Oscars. My daughter and I watch it for the fashion dos and don’ts. We are the home version of What not to Wear.
             The biggest news of the Academy awards was when Melissa Leo who won for the Fighter dropped the F Bomb. C’mon people is it that big of a deal? Granted it was a bad speech but she was overwhelmed. What person has not let it slip once or twice? I know that I have. When my daughter was around the age of four she had pneumonia and we were on the way to the doctor. She was running a fever, throwing up in the back of the car, and I hadn’t slept for three days. I’m driving down the street and there was an accident so I take an alternate route. Ok, I am on my way making good time, but all of a sudden another driver decides to make a right hand turn from the left hand lane cutting me off and leaving me up on a curb. My instinct was to yell out my car window and tell him just what I thought of him. Yes, I said the F word and a few other choice words too. We finally get to the doctors office and I apologized for being late. While the doctor is examining my daughter, my dear sweet child decides she should apologize too. She told the doctor “ sorry we were late but some fucking asshole cut off my mommy.” I was mortified; I had not realized she was paying attention. The doctor and I looked at each other and she could see the horror in my eyes, then she started to laugh. When I was growing up I thought driving and swearing were synonymous.  My dad always referenced his ass to the way other people drove. Lenny Bruce once said, “Life is a four letter word” There are times when there are no other words to express just how we feel. Did you know that the F word can be used as a verb, adverb, adjective, interjective, noun, and can logically be used as virtually any word in a sentence according to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. You have to admit it’s a pretty versatile word.
            By now you must think I’m an advocate for swearing and a horrible mother. I ‘M NOT!  My husband and I make a conscious effort not to swear in front of our daughter. We have a swear jar, so if one happens to slip you will pay for it. Now that I have written this article I am on the way to the bank so I can make my donation. WTF I’m out of gas.           

Saturday, February 26, 2011


Hello Dolly

This is one of my family’s favorite desert’s and so easy to make!

1/2 cup butter
1 1/2 cups graham wafer crumbs
1 cup chopped walnuts
1 cup chocolate chips
1 1/2 cups flaked coconut 
1 can sweetened condensed milk (Eagle Brand, 300ml)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Melt butter in a 9 x 13 inch cake pan. Remove from oven, and spread the melted butter evenly over the bottom of the pan.
Sprinkle the graham wafer crumbs evenly over the melted butter.
Sprinkle walnuts over the graham wafer crumbs, then chocolate chips, then coconut.
Pour sweetened condensed milk evenly over top of the coconut.
Return to oven and bake for about 25 minutes, until lightly browned on top. Cut into small squares when cooled.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011



There is a great debate on technology. IS IT MAKING US LAZY AND FAT??? Many say yes. Lets face it with a good laptop by your side there is not much reason to get out of bed. We can download movies, music, grocery shop, pay bills and so much more..
            Since I have become a blogger I know my ass has taken on a whole new shape, that of my desk chair. I sit at my computer for hours writing and networking. My blog is a place for me to get the absurdities of life off my chest. I guess you can call it the unedited version of myself that no one around here is willing to listen to. The first thing I do in the morning is grab a cup of coffee and get on the internet. I have to see who posted what, the laundry can wait. I used to be an active person but now I am addicted. Yes I am a blogaholic. There I said it. As long as there is a blog to be written or a post to be read I will be glued to my computer or smart phone. Does my family even realize that I have been missing for about a month now? Sure I still make dinners and kiss my daughter before school, and on a good day get some housework done. BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS BLOG BLOG BLOG! HELP!
            Ok. It’s time to make a change. I am going to get up off my ass and do something. I know I will duct tape my computer to a treadmill. Who says I can’t have my cake and eat it too.


Just a few notes:

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Saturday, February 19, 2011



            I am sure you have heard of the Tiger Mom, Her kids are being raised to rule the world. She has been seen everywhere from magazines to television. No play dates, television, computer games, not to mention she has psychotically criticized and degraded her kids every chance she gets.  Her kids better do well in life because they have a future in Therapy, their own. Yes I think her kids will have two choices in life, (one) many years of sitting in a therapist’s office wondering why they are so angry, or (two) becoming crack heads. Both very expensive habits.
            Tiger Moms kids are not allowed to whine or complain while mommy dearest bullies them all day. Yet at every given chance that’s all she does. Amy Chua has been all over the media whimpering and complaining that no one understands her and people don’t like her.  Whine, whine, whine! Well all I have to say to her is SHUT UP already. Nobody wants to hear it.
            I truly believe we have to nurture our kids. I always encourage my daughter to follow her passions, try something new, be adventurous. BE THE BEST YOU CAN BE, don’t set your standards to others .Our favorite saying is be perfectly imperfect. Perfection is over rated. How are we supposed to learn life’s lessons if we are so obsessed with the idealism of being perfect? Life is to be enjoyed. My favorite quote is from the movie Auntie Mame "Life's a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!" - Auntie Mame"
            My child has been nurtured, praised, and yes spoiled at times. She is also a straight A honor student, focused, kind, and liked and respected from her peers and teachers alike. She plays with mindless video games, loves old I Love Lucy shows,goes out with friends, and can text faster than anyone I know. So take that Tiger Mom and give us all a break!

Have no fear of perfection -- you'll never reach it.
Salvador Dali

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


    My name is Glynis and I am a mom who needs to vent. Don't get me wrong I love being a mother and a wife but sometime I want to say what's really on my mind .C'mon admit it! Sometimes you get irritated just by the way your husband looks at you while you are performing some mundane task for the tenth time that day. Or maybe you just want to change your name  MOMMY. I know sometimes I will take the long way home from the grocery store just to be alone. 

    I want this blog to be a safe place to get it off our chests. This blog is not only to vent but share ideas of parenting, cooking, latest and greatest products , or whatever else is on your mind. Lets help each other to be the best us we can be. This is a lot cheaper than sitting in a chair for $150.00 an hour while some guy takes notes.

God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.
~Robin Williams (on Clinton/Lewinsky affair
Today is one of those days when I totally agree!


      Ok so aliens didn't really steal my body but it's the only acceptable answer I can think of. It started the other day when I got out of the shower and got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. This was not my body. I am living proof that gravity exists. Everything is falling down from my boobs to my butt. Not to mention I can now wave to you with  the flab from my under  arms. My boobs look like pancakes and my butt well there is no word to describe it.  So what should I do now? Start running, go to the gym, or just sit down and have a brownie. I know, I will eat the brownie it will give me the energy I need to start a work out plan.
   How did I get to almost 50 and not realize things were sinking fast. Aging is not for the faint-of heart. It's like a horror story that never ends. I guess I could have a lift here or a tuck there. You know they can make anything look young these days. I read some where that there was even a place to get my vagina rejuvenated. A whole institute dedicated to just making my vagina look younger. Do you go in take a look at a book and pick one? I wonder if you could walk in and say I would like my vagina to look like Angelina Jolie's.  Would my husband  notice? While I'm at it maybe I will get the Brazilian butt lift too. Are their butts that much better than every one else's that they have their own surgery procedure? What is this world coming to!
 As for me I think I will just try and age gracefully and refrain from bitching about it to often. As Mark Twain once said "Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been." So in conclusion I will just keep smiling at all the absurdities of life, and renew my gym membership,


Here is another great quick recipe I found in Cooking Light Magazine. I tried it on my family last night and they loved it. I loved it because there is only one pot to clean.

1 10-ounce package frozen pureed winter squash
1/2 cup lite coconut milk, (see Tips for Two)
1/2 cup water
8 ounces boneless, skinless chicken breast, thinly sliced
1 6-ounce bag baby spinach
2 teaspoons lime juice
2 teaspoons brown sugar
1/2-1 teaspoon Thai red curry paste
1/4 teaspoon salt

Heat squash, coconut milk and water in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the squash defrosts, about 10 minutes. Add chicken, reduce heat to medium and simmer, stirring occasionally, for 3 minutes. Stir in spinach, lime juice, sugar, curry paste to taste and salt and continue cooking until the chicken is cooked through, about 3 minutes longer.

My family likes it spicy so I add an extra teaspoon of curry paste.
I also double the recipe.
Serve with a good semolina bread.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


I may not be the CEO of a large corporation but I am definitely the CEO of my house. I don't remember turning in a resume and filling out a job application. There was no interview. I do not get a salary. My job responsibilities are quite extensive. For example my services include accounting, maid, cook, therapist, mediator, doctor, and the list just keeps going.
No wonder I am so tired. Its a twenty four hour a day job with no vacation time.
Some days I just want to run away. I imagine myself on a tropical beach alone reading a book, a Greek adonis is standing by to cater to my every need. This is the life. No one is calling me mommy, or asking me to do laundry. Well back to reality some one is calling my name. MOMMY!