The way to a mans heart….


….is through his stomach. At least that’s what they say. I would agree with that along with many other things you will need to win a mans heart over, but that’s another post.
Along with art I take pride in my cooking. I don’t bake, I don’t cook every type of meal of the day, I don’t even make big fantastic dinners that often, and I definitely am no Gordon Ramsey; but when I do cook I cook pretty well…at least that’s what I’m told by my biggest fan/critic, my husband.

This particular dish pictured was my Chicken Alfredo dish I made the other day. And by made I mean taking care of kids usually doing everything with one hand with a newborn in the other and making sure it’s done by time my husband gets home from work. (Or a couple minutes after if I get highly distracted with the demands of my little minions). But this is by far one of my husbands favorite. And when I’m feeling in a good mood, I like to remind him I can actually kind of cook lol

When I first met my husband and was told the stories of the not so great meals that had been made for him in the past, and listened to him admit he ate minute rice from a box, I knew I had to do something. I knew this would win me some future wife points 🙂
I made a homemade dish of speghetti with homemade meatballs. I almost closed my eyes as he took his first bite hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed or even worse, think it’s horrible….but to my pleasant surprise he loved it. Slowly but surely that first homemade meal turned into many including but not limited to Lasagna, Baked Ziti, Rice and Beans with his “favorite sauce” as he calls it, steaks, pork, and many more. If I had more to spend without the vampires in my house called children who prefer money over blood, I would love to expand and cook different more upscale dishes. But for now my dinners seem to be satisfying the ones I love and that’s all the praise and reassurance I need.

A secret fan of cooking


A Mind With A Mind Of Its Own

As I lay here listening to their deep breaths, watching the rising and collapsing chest of my husband, daughter and son, I realize why I can’t fall back asleep. Here I am unable to enjoy the very rare moment of sleeping in past 8:30am.

My thoughts have thoughts, whose thoughts are currently taking over my ability to fall into a deep and peaceful sleep with which could lead to visions of sugar-plums dancing in my head….probably not, most likely it would be McDonalds fries and a mocha frappe, but that’s besides the point.

When I first started this blog it was based off the daily life of my adventours, good and bad, of being a mother. Little did I know this would turn into an outlet for when life took a turn and threw a brick at me called anxiety.

But I have decided instead of halting my writing and taking a break from blogging, I would use this as another form of helping myself to realize it’s ok to admit you have an issue (many issues), and no, I’m not the only one. And so far it has been a huge accomplishment and motivator.

So excuse my random post of my wild mind, my kids have not done anything too out of the ordinary lately anyway (surprisingly).

So to end this post I would like to say, I may not have many followers yet, although I still have confidence one day I will. But if I can reach the few I have and bring a smile or even a smerk, a sense of not being alone or misunderstood, then my plan and goal for this blog is working, and with that I would be more than happy.

Everything happens for a reason, and with that being said, enjoy the chapters of my life not many know or get to see. Chapters in which I don’t even know what the beginning or end will consist of, chapters we will read together.


A mind with a mind of its own.