tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79741478217060702612024-03-13T17:57:23.723-04:00The Mama Cas ChroniclesYep...I have my hands full. Thanks for noticing.Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-13251090749805749962018-08-05T20:07:00.000-04:002018-08-05T20:31:53.257-04:00The Shopping TripI just got home from a surreal shopping trip to Walgreens. My first child is moving away to college in 3 weeks and I was buying some of the necessities he will need.
"We only have 3 weeks left...."
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When he started kindergarten, I remember being worried about 2 things. "If he has to use the potty, where does he have to go? Are the Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-44199165647023813142018-06-02T16:24:00.001-04:002018-06-02T16:32:44.605-04:00The little thingsIt seems like forever since I've been on this blog. The profile says I'm 41. I'm definitely not 41 anymore. At one time, this blog was the key to my sanity....allowing me to be creative at a time when my brain felt terribly stagnant. Whether 50 people read it or 3 didn't make much of a difference. I just needed a way to sort out the shit floating in my head. Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-55749158128586914582015-06-28T10:10:00.000-04:002015-06-28T10:10:12.369-04:00Change is Good!When you remove a bad habit or addiction from your life, the benefits aren't always immediately evident. In the first few days...weeks...months...survival is the goal. Getting through each day without the crutch is the only focus. One more day. And another day. 1...2...3...4...Proudly keeping count on the calendar is the reward.
Tomorrow will be 121 days that I've Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-82414147843443305182015-01-13T23:16:00.003-05:002015-01-13T23:16:49.684-05:00Yes, Dogs are AnimalsSo this might be an odd way to return to my blog...this post will probably be long, wordy, and more than a little uncomfortable to read. I don't blame you for turning away before it ends. It's okay. But I need, desperately, to get this off my chest.
On facebook this afternoon, I shared a youtube video of a tiny 4-year-old girl standing in a kitchen giving commands to 6 Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-82963275610333485082014-05-09T21:42:00.000-04:002014-05-09T21:42:00.202-04:00The Plant SaleDuring a typical after-school, playground conversation, a friend asked about my neighbors and whether we were happy with them. Since we have 4 kids and 2 dogs, there's a fair amount of chaos surrounding our home....so any neighbor who can put up with all of this and NOT call the cops is A-OK in my book. Which is why we frequently shovel/snowblow their driveways/sidewalks and bribe Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-19214459112855266682014-04-13T20:34:00.000-04:002014-04-13T20:34:33.890-04:00A Lesson LearnedEvery now and then, when I have a couple minutes to kill at the checkout line (because the woman in front of me has 83 coupons and she's arguing over the 35 cent gem that expired yesterday), I peruse the variety of magazines on display. I do this because it will get me into less trouble than ramming her ankles with my cart and yelling, "FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY I'LL GIVE Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-61412529623164559062014-04-07T21:42:00.000-04:002014-04-07T21:42:28.114-04:00Mice: EvictedI'm looking over some of my old posts....including the drafts that I never published. Here's one from about 3 years ago that I had ALMOST finished: Enjoy.
We have a mouse.
I was working on my computer at the dining room table last night. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something move in the kitchen. Paranoia has been my middle name since we had a Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-84898985250737679632014-04-07T14:00:00.000-04:002014-04-07T14:00:48.619-04:00Maybe???Here I am again.....trying to renew my blogging interest. I was on a great run for a bit....and then my brain ran out of ideas. Or I ran out of time. Something like that. I miss writing. (I also miss my quilting. But I really REALLY can't find time for THAT.) Perhaps if I get my butt off Facebook now and then......
Anyway. The Husband got me a new Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-81585768707948248272012-01-25T09:59:00.000-05:002012-01-25T09:59:02.757-05:00Sweet dreams are made of this....or maybe notWeird dreams are my thing. I've had some real doozies over the years. (Especially during my pregnancies.) Some are forgotten about before my feet hit the floor in the morning. Some stick with me for days. In high school, I had a very racy dream about a less-than-sexy teacher. I couldn't look him in the eye for weeks. Recently, I had a sticks-with-me kind Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-69335024237328035732011-08-08T00:36:00.001-04:002011-08-08T00:39:24.354-04:00I'll share my womb with you, but NOT my beverageKids are kinda gross.
Harsh and uncalled for, you say?
Oh come ON. Have you ever spent a day in the presence of a drooling, teething, boogie-nosed toddler? How about the dirt-encrusted fingernails? Or the hand that was just busy digging for gold? Or the other hand that was OMG STOP TOUCHING THE DOG'S BUTT!
Call me crazy, but boogies, drool, dirt, and Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-86115710723409567712011-08-05T22:47:00.000-04:002011-08-05T22:47:46.358-04:00Excuses....excuses......Reasons why I haven't blogged since February:
1 husband
4 kids
2 dogs
1 guinea pig
2 part-time jobs
1 business that I'm trying to get off the ground
A third part-time job that I just heard about and am hoping I can get
1 house that is FOREVER messy
Meals that won't cook themselves
Laundry that won't wash, dry, or fold itself
Whew.
I sure do miss you all, though.
When I last checked in Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-74216672035022274062011-02-25T10:13:00.000-05:002011-02-25T10:13:39.660-05:00My mascara contains WHAT?!?!Nick, the boys, and I were all sitting around watching tv a few weeks ago. The show that we couldn't tear our eyes from? "Billy the Exterminator" on A&E. It's reality tv at its finest. Billy has a haircut that can only be described as mullet-meets-woodchipper. The show follows him and his vermin-killing family. They all wear black and appear to be 100% Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-76837897074147609642010-12-30T12:36:00.000-05:002010-12-30T12:36:51.291-05:00The truest spirit of Christmas....I'd love to be all original and witty today, but it appears that my brain is on vacation. You're likely to see it on an upcoming "Brains Gone Wild" video....topless, drunk, and holding a margarita. I just hope it doesn't get arrested.
I digress.
Until my brain gets itself back to work, I'm linking you to another blog with a post that I'm begging you to read. Really. Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-64495598152058817852010-12-18T23:42:00.000-05:002010-12-18T23:42:32.213-05:00Tis the season to be whiny...fa la laChristmas is one of my favorite times of the year...the kids get so excited about every little thing and I love to see the neighborhood all lit up. Even the cold weather doesn't kill my joy to the world. There's really only one thing that gets my shorts in a wad every December. No, it's not fruitcake and garishly decorated sweaters. It's something far more ridiculous and Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-11339452554886166062010-11-14T09:27:00.000-05:002010-11-14T09:27:28.799-05:00Probably....She's been his mother for just 14 years.
Not so long ago, she probably rubbed her round belly and said, "I can't wait to meet you, my baby boy." Maybe she dreamed of what he would look like, but I bet she never guessed he'd have such beautiful dimples.
Not so long ago, she probably cried when the doctors placed him...wailing and wet...in her arms and said, "It's a boy!" Maybe she Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-42857912874660716732010-10-27T21:17:00.000-04:002010-10-27T21:17:34.399-04:00Why are we talking about CHRISTMAS already?!Alright, y'all....I'm having a very large discussion in my head right now and I was hoping you might be able to help me clear it up. Isn't this just your lucky day?
PS...I've never used the term "y'all" in my life. Yet it fits so nicely right up there. Don'tcha think?
Aaaaanyway. My kids are ages 10, 8, 4, and 3. They all still believe in Santa.
Yes, I did say ALLMama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-35384147383473888512010-10-26T10:30:00.000-04:002010-10-26T10:30:33.823-04:00Once again....thank youI know that, as a blogger, it's very "uncool" to care about things like blog stats and how many followers are listed over there on the right. All the cool kids say, "Oh I don't care....I only write for ME and it doesn't matter if anyone reads it."
Apparently I'm not one of the cool kids. Never have been. And that's okay with me.
Yes....first and foremost, I write for myself.&Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-48765991020272228682010-10-26T00:41:00.000-04:002010-10-26T00:41:44.740-04:00Parenting shortcuts...Vol. 5When I hit "publish" on these shortcut posts, I generally feel the tiniest bit douchy. After all, you're probably a very intelligent adult who is perfectly capable of surviving this life without my uber-helpful, know-it-all 2 cents. But, I see it like this.....why should any of us have to re-invent the wheel? Know what I'm sayin'? If I've banged my head into a wall long Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-27371525925109197122010-10-14T21:53:00.000-04:002010-10-14T21:53:54.306-04:00The Story of The Liver (Alternate title: How I Battled My Gag Reflex and Won....Barely)On September 19th, after two dog-free years, we added a sweet little 8 pound puppy to our family. He grabbed our hearts immediately with his floppy ears and howling bark and big brown eyes. He was 4 1/2 months old at the time and his name was Elvis. After countless discussions (he was briefly named Fredo), we changed the name to Charlie.
I keep calling him Charlie Tuna.
RachelMama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-84785367552864469512010-09-17T23:35:00.000-04:002010-09-17T23:35:40.983-04:00The one where I drone on about a few of my favorite things...A friend of mine is nearing her 20th week of pregnancy. She and her husband recently found out they're expecting a boy...so now begins the arduous process of wading through millions of useless baby items to find the select few that are useful, affordable, reliable, and durable. Today, she enlisted the help of family and friends via Facebook and her private blog. She posed this Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-49968781677411621332010-09-14T13:21:00.001-04:002010-09-14T13:22:44.400-04:00"And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh"The scene: In my van on the way home from the girls' first day of preschool.
The actors: Rachel, Alexa, and me
Aaaaaand.....ACTION.
Rachel: Mommy, can you turn on the music? Can you turn on Barbie World? (It's actually titled "Barbie Girl", but what do I know?)
Me: No. Not Barbie World....I'll turn on something else. Listen and see if you know Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-77904245681003089672010-09-11T09:03:00.000-04:002010-09-11T09:03:57.757-04:00Remembering...againToday is the 9th anniversary. For a brief moment, I forgot. Shame on me. The block party we are attending today occupied my mind.
I don't have anything new to say and my feelings are no different than they were last year. So I'm just going to direct you to the post I wrote last September 11th.
NOTE: At this time last year, my blog was very new and I was still usingMama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-89123950362811042422010-09-02T13:25:00.000-04:002010-09-02T13:25:01.254-04:00Oh, those wacky kids....Hello, my lovelies....I'm sure you're still sitting on the edge of your seat and waiting for my long-ago-promised vacation post. Right? No?
Hm.
Okay.
It turns out having 4 kids home for summer vacation = a very busy Momma. Perhaps when school starts I can, once again, stun you with my knee-slapping sense of humor and award winning writing ability. In the meantime, Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-90265106399638360932010-08-12T10:21:00.000-04:002010-08-12T10:21:36.400-04:00Welcome...to the dark thideI rolled up Rachel's blanket and said, "Rachie...take this up to your bed, please."
"Okay!"
She walked to the stairs, then came back.
"It'th dark up there. I'm not going to the dark thide."
Best laugh I've had all week.Mama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974147821706070261.post-37622591689040854362010-08-03T17:00:00.000-04:002010-08-03T17:00:03.558-04:00Home again, home again, jiggity jig!Hello, blogging friends and family! We're home today after a restful, fun, family-filled, 10 day vacation in North Dakota. My trusty camera was my constant companion...I logged in around 1800 pictures. I endured plenty of good natured teasing about my incessant click-click-click.
"Do you ever take just ONE picture?"
"Nope! My rule is.....NEVER take just one."
And in theMama Cashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057824231413093816noreply@blogger.com1