Mean Girls are Losers.

August 7, 2011

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.

I’m a mom to a little girl. Girls are beautiful, emotional, crazy creatures, and I love that (as frustrating as it can be, at times). Being a mom to a little girl means that one day I’m going to have to deal with backstabbing, tears, heartbreak, and the like. It’s bound to happen, I know this. I just hope I can raise a little girl who can maturely respond to these situations (or at least try to be mature and gracious).

As I was flipping through the channels tonight, I kept seeing commercials for shows like Bad Girls Club and Bridezillas, and it really started to disturb meAs a society (and as women), we have started to glorify “bitches.” Somehow the bigger of a bitch you can be, the more respected you will be. The more times we say, “f*ck,” the better. The more we get drunk and get in random screaming matches with random people, the better. The more we tear someone else down to build ourselves up, the better.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve talked about people. I’ve played into gossip before. It’s not something I like, and whenever I’ve done it, I’ve always regretted it.  And I really can’t believe so many of us accept this kind of behavior on a daily basis. It is so ugly and so hurtful, and in the grand scheme of things, completely unnecessary.

Mean girls are hateful. They are immature. They are ridiculous. They have no class, no grace, and certainly no charm. Mean girls thinks everyone owes them something. Mean girls are losers.

I’m not sure when society decided that it was okay to treat people like they don’t matter. Or when it became normal to be cruel, apathetic, and vindictive.

My biggest female role models in my life are ones that welcome anyone and everyone into their homes and lives. They love people honestly. They realize that people mistakes and that life is not about what anyone owes you. It’s about relationships. It’s about people.

I’ve always believed that if people knew each other’s struggle, we’d all be a bit more compassionate. If we knew the hurts and pains from people’s pasts (or presents), we would be more willing to offer hugs instead of insults. If people took a step back and realized that everyone goes through crap, and it’s not about what you’ve been through, but how you got through it…and what came of you after.

I’m tired of people being mean. I’m tired of back-handed comments. I’m tired of cruel and vague Facebook statuses. I’m tired of everyone thinking that have some right to treat people poorly. Quite frankly, you could be the most beautiful girl in the world, but if you’re cruel to those around you, you’re a nobody.

So, what do I hope to teach Zoey? I hope to teach Zoey to be gentle and kind. To accept people for who they are. To know how to stand up for herself, but with grace. I want her to defend those that can’t defend themselves.

Stop being mean.


I made a great dinner/dessert tonight and had to share the recipes! The Taco Pockets were inspired by a Rachael Ray recipe and the Strawberry Empanadas came from an aphrodisiac cookbook, “Intercourses,” (Naughty, I know).

Here’s the Empanada recipe:

6oz cream cheese, room temperature
4 tbsp light brown sugar, divided
2/3 cups coarsely chopped strawberries (fresh or frozen)
1 (8 count) package refrigerated crescent rolls
2 tbsp unsalted butter, melted


Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Blend the cream cheese and 2 tablespoons of the brown sugar in a bowl. Fold in the strawberries.


Unfold the crescent roll dough into 4 rectangles, smoothing the dough together along the diagonal dotted line. Divide the strawberry mixture among the 4 pieces, spooning onto the bottom half of the rectangle. Fold the dough over and crimp the edges with your fingers or the tines of a fork.


Bake the rolls for 10 to 12 minutes, or until golden brown. Brush the cooked empanadas with melted butter, and dust with the remaining brown sugar before serving.

The taco pockets are a Rachael Ray recipe, but I deviated from it quite a bit. Mine ended up being more of a burger pocket than a taco pocket.  My recipe is below:


1/2 white onion, chopped
1 tbs minced garlic
2 palmfuls of ground cumin
1 1/2 palmfuls of Chili powder (I would add more if you have a household that likes spicy food)
1 lb ground beef or turkey
Tomato, diced
Shredded cheese (I used the mexican blend)
Sundried Tomato Basil Wrap Tortillas

Mix spices, onion, and garlic with the beef. (I just smash it all together with my hands)

Make patties (remember they shrink when you grill them)

Grill ’em 7-8 minutes (or until the pink is gone…)

On the tortilla spread cheese, lettuce, tomatoes.

Place hamburger patties in the middle of the tortilla. Fold the bottom up first, then fold the two sides and flip over.

Place in oven a 300 degree oven, just long enough for the cheese to melt and keep it all together.

Easy, yummy, and I would play around with the spices to fit whatever taste you have! It’s a very flexible recipe!

Searching for…Recipes!

June 25, 2011

I have to share a recent recipe I tried out from a site I absolutely LOVE: Weelicious. I’m a huge fan of strawberry-rhubarb pie. It’s tart, but hits my sweet tooth as well. This recipe is super simple and REALLY yummy. For anyone who doesn’t know what rhubarb is…it looks like maroon colored celery and is tart.

Strawberry – Rhubarb Crumble (Serves 4-6)


1 Cup All Purpose Flour
1/2 Cup Old Fashioned Oats
1/2 Tsp Baking Powder
1/4 Cup Brown Sugar
1 Tsp Lemon Zest
1/2 Cup Chilled Unsalted Butter, cut into cubes


1 Cup Rhubarb, chopped
2 Cups Strawberries, hulled and quartered
1 Tbsp Lemon Juice
1/4 Cup Brown Sugar

1. Preheat oven to 375° F.
2. Place the first 5 ingredients into a bowl and combine.
3. Add the butter to the dry ingredients and crumble with your hands to form small pea-size clumps.
4. To prepare the filling, toss all the ingredients in a bowl and then place in an oil sprayed 9-inch pie dish or an 8×8 baking dish.
5. Crumble the topping on top of the filling, place dish on a foil lined baking sheet and bake for 40-45 minutes until golden.
6. Cool and serve.

Here’s the original post (check out the rest of the site. She has great kid-friendly recipes!)

Searching for….Deals!

June 25, 2011

I’m starting to embark on my couponing adventure. I don’t plan on being an EXTREME couponer like on the shows…mainly because there’s no way I would be able to tolerate hoarding the amount of extra stuff they seem to get. I’m learning all about Swagbucks, Couponing, and even how to coupon my way to Disneyworld. Below are some sites that I’ve started to follow on a regular basis that help make the idea of couponing a little less overwhelming!

Couponing to Disney

Totally Target

Penny Pinchin Mom


And of course, LivingSocial & Groupon always have solid deals in your particular city. Do any of you readers have any couponing/money-saving sites you’d like to suggest??


June 14, 2011

My success

May 7, 2011

I struggle often with where I am in my life. I’m 25 (okay, I’ll be 26 tomorrow), have no degree, have no money, and live with my parents. I sound like a loser, frankly.

However, I gained some perspective early this morning. There was a really bad storm and the thunder scared Zoey awake. She screamed and cried out “Mommy” continuously, as she does often when she’s frightened. I let her snuggle up to me in bed and we fell back asleep. This morning, I woke up before her and looked over at how safe and snuggly she looked and I reminded myself that she is my success.

I kiss boo-boos, and play peek-a-boo. I giggle when she giggles, and hold her when she cries. I am literally willing to go through absolute hell for her, I am willing to die for her, fight for her, kill for her. I have to discipline her, and teach how to grow into a productive human being. I have to make big and small sacrifices for her, and it’s all worth it. I can’t think of anything in this world that would satisfy me more.

I don’t really have any worldly success, but I do have success. Zoey and Erik are the things in my life that I’m proud of. They’re what makes that bad days better, and good days wonderful. I have a partner that supports me, that encourages me, that raises me up. I have a daughter that has literally saved me time and time again, without ever knowing it.

I have found success and I am so lucky.

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


-Tina Fey

She’s My Heart

March 10, 2011

I think there’s a quote somewhere saying, “Once you have a child, it’s like your heart is walking outside of you…” or something along those lines, and it’s unbelievably true.

I’m feeling…overwhelmed right now. Stretched in a million different ways, and nothing ever slows down.

Nothing slows down long enough for me to breathe.

I know I’m not the only mom out there playing the balancing act, but recently I’ve been away from Zoey a lot due to school stuff or work or rehearsals. She’s been with my family during the day and in the evenings, I’ve been getting home too late to see her before she goes to bed….

I don’t think many of you understand what Zoey is to me. She was my miracle in the midst of a lot of heartbreak. She was my saving grace when I was lonely and broken and completely lost. She  is what held me together for the past year and a half.

So, when she comes up to me in the morning and just wants to cuddle. Or starts crying when I leave. Or when she stares at me out the window while I leave for wherever I’m going, it breaks my heart.

I hate not living up to what I think I should be in every avenue of my life.


March 7, 2011

Lately, I’m finding it hard to figure out where to focus my energy.  The balancing act of my life just seems to get harder and harder. What are ways you all manage your time? Do you think you’re methods are efficient?

I’m learning (and I can’t believe that I’m just now learning this…) that I’m a free spirit. I like to do what I like to do when I like to do it. However, along with that free spirit, I’m also an avid planner. I like to make plans, have lists, be organized….and can be quite anal about it too.  Along with that, I’ve always had a pretty strong memory. I can remember dates, assignments, events better than most (in my humble opinion, hahaha)….and lately, I’ve started forgetting things that I would (normally) easily remember. So, now I’m on the hunt for effective ways to plan, organize, and sort without losing the freedom of things that I love to do. I have a busy life and it’s not going to slow down anytime soon, so it’s time that I embrace it and make the most of my time.

Just angry…

March 6, 2011

The easiest way to get me angry? Tell me a story about a child being abused, neglected, killed…etc.

It amazes me how awful people can be to children. I understand children are a challenge. I understand that children can be frustrating and difficult. However, on my most difficult days with Zoey, I cannot imagine causing her harm. I read this news story and was dumbfounded. How does this happen? How do you get to the point where you even consider shoving your THREE YEAR OLD SON into an oven, allowing him to burn? Am I the only one who finds this completely absurd?

I’ll be honest with you, I search out these type of stories. A lot of people don’t want to read these things or hear about these things, but how will anything ever be fixed if we ignore situations like this? These abused and neglected children don’t have a voice…they don’t know how to seek out help, and that’s where we, as a society, can step in. We can offer services to mothers with emotional/mental issues (I’m not being sarcastic). We have to start being aware of the people around us…the children around us…the people who take care of those children. I read way too many of these stories, and there has to come a point where we stop. Where we stick up for those that cannot stick up for themselves.

Another story I read tonight about a 10 year old girl who had a history of abuse…and STILL nothing was done for her. She ended up dead in the back of a truck…because people wouldn’t step up and take her out of this abusive foster home. The signs are there….we, as a society, have to STOP ignoring them.