It could be I was a momentary genius or punch-drunk tired, but either way, I had the most ahhhmazing idea last night as I wrote this.
I will admit, I’ve been up for somewhere around 36 hours (publishing this) so this idea could come back to bite me or resurrect all my hysterically funny humor writing here at Back’nGrooveMom where I like to poke fun at mostly myself (and my mom) and well, moms in general. It makes the whole work/life/family balance or lack thereof easier to take.
Which brings me full circle to my fabulous idea. [Two days ago], I enlightened you to one of the funnier convo’s between my mom and me only to have yet an even funnier one today. AND, poof, an idea forms in my head. I need a daily column: the Daily Convo. (with my mom).
I say this beaming with pride as Selena Gomez plays in my office. Right, Selena. Which may or may not be a clue as to whether I am sane at the moment, but I’m running with it.
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If you pay attention to anything I ever say, even if its a little snippet, you know I love coffee. I like it at home, Starbucks, and at tiny little independent coffee houses with a good book. In fact, over the last few weeks, I’ve been surviving on coffee and coffee alone. It seems.
I’m not going to bore you with how freaking busy I am because we all are. Busy. Dedicated. Swamped. Not able to come up for air.
But, I come up for coffee. You better believe it.
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As I get caught up at my desk today…as if that will ever happen…I get a notice that I am “tagged” in a status on Facebook. Looking for a fast and easy diversion, I immediately head over to check it out. I literally LOL, and honestly, I don’t LMAO at much. Especially out loud.
You ask: What is so funny? Well, for one, my friend Mike, who is obviously of the opposite sex, is asking for my tank top size. Actually, that’s about it. It simply tickled me. A million ideas ran through my head as to what people must be thinking.
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It’s that time of year again…the point in February when my social media feed is filled with endless complaining about the weather (guilty as charged), what everyone wants for Valentine’s Day (a donut, please), and this year, the Winter Olympics. While it is hard not to dream about an island getaway to escape the cold or a special V-day trip to somewhere tropical and chocolate filled, it is even more difficult to think about not having a home, a warm place to sleep, or a hot shower at the end of the day.
A few years ago, I became involved with Bethlehem Haven here in Pittsburgh, PA.
The Haven is a special place where they house 96 women any given night of the year among their residential programs: emergency shelter, transitional housing, and permanent supportive housing. For these individuals, [the Haven] helps them to address their “barriers to housing.” This may include physical and mental health care, job training, life skills training, and whatever else that individual might need for her journey. There are also programs that reach non-residents, including a day program drop-in shelter (open 10am to 6pm every day), health and wellness clinic, and Project Employ, a job training program. Among the programs, [The Haven] serves about 60,000 meals each year, houses several hundred women each year, and helps several thousand through their combined programs. [click to continue…]
It has been a while. A long while since I have updated BacknGrooveMom…you must be worried.
Either way, I was sifting through Facebook today, and I noticed one of my friends who recently had her second baby posted the most adorable picture. The caption said something to the effect of: Thank God she is so cute and we love her because she doesn’t sleep.
I thought back to the early days when I had just brought home my second baby, and Yeah, he wasn’t sleeping, and yes, thank whatever God you believe in, he was so adorable because I was downright exhausted. So exhausted, I tripped and broke my foot in three locations.
But, damn that baby was so cute…and, so was my older child. He was cute and handsome with an adorable budding personality. He kept saying, “Look at ME!” at the time, not so quietly reminding us that he was still around despite their being a new baby in our lives.
In fact, he was around first, and he wanted his attention back. He didn’t care that I was tired or that my foot ached. It didn’t bother him that my husband was keeping long hours at the office and then had to come home and not only bathe an infant and a toddler, but lift his wife in and out of the shower.
NOPE. He didn’t care one bit. “Look at ME, mommy!” [click to continue…]
Thanksgivukkah may be over, but I am an equal opportunist when it comes to holidays. With Christmas and New Year’s knocking on the door, I found a few fun gifts which I may or may not have already purchased for myself. What? As moms, we deserve a nice thing or two or three….
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~Ironic that I started my morning with a conversation surrounding a ladies-only spa getaway and was it even possible on the day of The Her Stories Project launch….or,
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