My 16 year old son just asked me if he could take a shower before he went to bed. I said he could wait until the morning.
“No Mom, I smell really bad!” God, I love that child.
This is funny because we always have to remind him to take a shower. I have caught him on numerous occasions taking fake showers. You know, peering at himself in the mirror while the water is running for twenty minutes. I think my baby boy is finally growing up.
What a great way to welcome in June with this delicious looking jar of healthiness. I have been experimenting with juicing and blending but blending (smoothies) almost always make the list of “I want one” in our household. You know that phrase when the kids see something that look good to them and say, “I want one.”
My kids are not to fun of juicing because the majority of my juices are made up of veggies with a fruit added to help with the taste. I guess they are not very tasty in their book but they still drink them though. They are not on the “I want one” list. I often alternate between juicing and blending but I love making mixtures with the combination of both ( juicing and blending) sometimes. It seems like we are getting the benefits of both in one. When I…
I received your recent rejection notice and unfortunately it’s just not what I’m looking for at this time. It’s certainly a well-crafted piece and I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors, rejecting other aspiring writers. You may try me again in the future with something more upbeat.
Stephanie D. Lewis
Aha! Rejecting the rejection letters! That’s the smart thing to do. I wish I could say that IS what I do. Instead when my writing gets turned down, it motivates me to try that much harder to get published in that particular venue. I become obsessively relentless. In fact, I seem to stop submitting to all the other places that actually like my stuff, in order to pursue chasing after the one place that clearly wants nothing to do with me. Sounds perfectly healthy, right?
I originally published this several months back, but thought it would be a good revisit for newer readers of the Dream Big community. Enjoy!!
Have you ever wondered what your funeral will be like? I know it sounds a little depressing and maybe a bit morbid, but I can’t help but wonder what people will say about me when I’m gone. A few years back I had a tough run as I lost 5 friends and a cousin in a 12 month period. I remember the conversations where everyone talked about the deceased and told funny stories to make the pain feel less. Death usually hits me hard as I tend to over-analyze life and mortality sends me into hyper-over-analysis-of-the-meaning-of-everything-and-anything! Needless to say it took a very long time to recover from that year, that is assuming I have.
But listening to people talk at funerals makes me think about…
Probably the most frequent contributors to dry skin are skin irritants, particularly those that can be found around the house. Cleaning products, detergents, air fresheners, and floor and furniture polishes can strip the skin of its protective moisture, leaving it dry and lifeless. To protect your skin from unnecessary exposure, here are tips you can try:
Use rubber gloves when washing dishes, doing the laundry or scrubbing the floor. Gloves don’t only protect your skin from harmful chemicals, they also provide a physical barrier between you and dirt, grime, dust and germs.
Apply Moisturizer After a Dip
Swimming pools are treated with chlorine, a chemical that is known to be effective in minimizing microorganisms in the water and removing odors. It is also notorious for causing dry skin, hence the parched, rough texture of your skin after a good swim. To minimize the effects of chlorine, rinse off…
These people totally amaze me. For my international fans, there is a TV show here in the US about a woman who has had 19 children. She’s perpetually pregnant, kind of like a cow. The show is “19 kids and Counting”. Well, one of their litter molested four of his siblings when he was a teenager. He is now about 27. The parents, being the God-fearing assholes that they are never bothered to report the abuse. Now the statute of limitations has run out, and nothing can be done.
These people have blamed everyone except their own kid. “Well, he only touched the kids over their clothes”, And “God has forgiven him.” Try telling that to the one kid you molested that wasn’t your sibling. I guess that makes it okay. Um, no. Did I mention these people are incredibly religious, and hypocrites as well.