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Just in case there wasn't enough reason

To believe that Riddick and I our raving proud geeks .  Behold our new to us industrial sewing machine. Formerly owned at some point in the far distant past by Pendleton Woolen Mills. It works great. Riddick was so excited to show me how many layers of fabric he could sew through. So much more powerful than my weiner sewing machine

Trayvon and ironman

I've wanted to post this for so long but hesitated on the off chance that any one actually reads my blog. When I see a picture of trayvon Martin I see my step son ironman. Trayvon was black and ironman is white. And although I'm not ignorant of racial strife in our country, to me they are the same. Both are boys. Sweet boys. I realize that any young men that reads this may not like the reference of sweet boy....but that's what they both are to me. The person that ended Trayvons life does not warrant naming in my blog. What I know is this. Our boy, Ironman goes to the local mini mart to get a snickers and Mt. Dew..not so different from Trayvon.  Not 1 month ago Riddick and I and our neighbor were hanging out late in the evening and three boys walked by. One of them said something to our neighbor that was not very hospitable. Riddick stood up and said " you guys should probably just go home" . And that's what should have happened that night the Trayvon los

Habits

Habits. ..habits are hard to break. My habit of drinking 5 diet cokes a day was broken by doing a "whole 30 " diet. And what really killed the habit is when I sneaked a diet coke and got a raging headache. ...it just took the fun out of diet cola. I just told Riddick to please put the dog nail clippers back in the drawer under the phone. There has not been a phone on the wall in this home since Riddick moved I here almost 5 years ago But like I said habits die hard

I write

All the time. At any one moment I have at least 2 different stories going in my head. If I ever successfully get them into novel form I probably won't have to worry about how much siding is going to cost on our home. There are to me very different types of blogs that I read. There are the ones that are meant to shock so they get lots of page hits. There are honest blogs meant to loft others up like booshay.blogspot.com. There are others that just give some bullshit version of someone's life that they wish was true. Where does this blog fall into that? Well its honest. I don't try and shock but if I do its true. And it's real I am a short curvy dark haired 42 year old that lives and works in Oregon. I'm a wife and I love that part of my life. Riddick and I aren't perfect but we are kick ass. I'm a step mom and right now that part of my life is creating some frustrations for me  My promise is if you read it here. ..not that anyone reads this. But if it

Just keeping it real

FYI.  If u don't eat potatoes for over 3 months and than eat jalapeƱo kettle chips. Your tummy will feel like little bastard clog dancers are having a hootinanny. Just free advice for other post "whole 30" eaters

I feel like I'm always on the outside looking in

And I don't know why.  I've wondered if it's my own insecurity.  But it's more than that. I believe it stems completely from not being a mother.  I'm always sucking hind tit so to speak when it comes to a place in the lives of the children I have helped raise.  That point has been brought home to me very clearly in the past 24 hours.  Right now I can best describe my feelings as feeling like I have mosquito netting between myself and my step kids.  I am not in control of that netting, and neither are they, but it exists and all it does is filter out what each of us has to say.