Rockin’ Quote #29: I’m Not Being Mean!

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A couple of weeks ago Conner accused me of being mean. He asked, “Why are you being so mean to me mommy?” My reply was instant. “I’m not being mean, I’m being a parent!” This is almost coming off of a post I read a few days before. Jeremy over at Thirsty Daddy wrote something similar. He noted how sometimes we parents just need to be assholes and damn if he isn’t right! At least we are according to our kids.

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I get it all the time from Conner. Well, I shouldn’t say all the time. He is a good kid after all. It’s not like I yell every second of every day. Though there are times… Conner only says this a few times. When I ask him to take a shower. After I ask him to put his dish in the sink. When I tell him to brush his teeth. Tonight it was when I told him to go to bed.

beingmeanparent_rockinrandommomI know other parents can relate to the bedtime drama. Mine starts at 8:30 and doesn’t seem to end until around 10 lately. Every night I send him to bed at a certain time. He knows this but he wants to stay up. He is busy watching Minecraft YouTube videos and/or he has just come up with a new story in his head and he has to – no – HAS TO GET IT OUT OF HIS HEAD. This is actually something that I understand because as a writer, I am constantly coming up with new ideas for my stories. Somehow, they almost always seem to happen when I’m trying to fall asleep.

Because I can relate to this, I end up giving him 10 extra minutes. Then those 10 minutes get extended to 10 more minutes because he has just seen something so hilarious on YouTube that he has to finish watching it. Finally, I give him one more shot to get to his room and lay down. When he argues with me, I yell. And this is what leads to me being mean.

I have to do the parenting thing and send him to bed. I’m not being mean. Just looking out for his well being. I get that his imagination is so big that if he doesn’t play out these stories through imaginative play, he feels like he will burst.  HE STILL HAS TO GO TO BED!

Yep, I have then turned into the asshole parent that yells at her 9 year old because he won’t go to bed. Then I turn into the asshole parent who takes his iPad away from him once he is finally laying down because if I don’t, he won’t go to sleep.

By the end of this encounter with the small human I created I am ready for a glass of wine that I must down before I can drift off to sleep because once I lay down, my imagination starts running a muck. I think I’ve created a monster.

Thanks so much for reading!

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Remembering 9/11 What I Teach My Son

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Today, September 11, 2016, marks the 15 year anniversary of the most tragic day in American History during my lifetime. Remembering 9/11 means more to me than just another tragic day though. Just like our grandparents and great-grandparents, who remember exactly where they were and what they were doing on December 7, 1941 I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing September 11, 2001. Here is my account of that day.

Where I was…

I was living in my hometown of Baltimore, MD. Only 45 minutes away from D.C. About an hour from Pennsylvania. I was living with my ex and mother-in-law in a nice 2 bedroom apartment. I had a black cat name Sage and I was 7 months pregnant with my first child. Adam was still growing in my belly that day. In fact, the very next day, September 12th, marked my 7 month mark. That’s where I was that day, 15 years ago. This is me remembering 9/11.

What I was doing…

I was working in a daycare center during my pregnancy and I was helping out in the baby room that day. I was rocking a baby to sleep and looking out the window, enjoying the rays of the sun that were shining through. It was a beautiful morning and we teachers had decided that we would take the babies for a walk in the strollers. It was such a beautiful morning.

We were listening to a CD of baby music. I had to go to the bathroom so I put the baby in a bouncy chair. When I got back from the bathroom, I walked into a dark room with only a few lamps for light. The whole vibe in the room had completely changed. I heard a voice on the radio saying something about the towers but I thought I was listening to a movie preview. I honestly thought that. Looking back, when I play those moments in my head, they play out in slow motion. As if it was something that I should have known. As if it was something we all should have known. That’s how I am remembering 9/11.

Within the hour, most of the children in the daycare center had gone home. Most of the parents of these children worked in D.C. It’s not uncommon for residents of Baltimore to work in D.C. As these parents came to pick up their little ones, I saw them hug their babies tighter than I had ever seen. I saw the fear on their faces. The worry they had for their children.  Slowly it started to hit me but it didn’t really hit me until…

Watching it on TV made it real…

Most of us went home that day. We contacted our families and friends. My ex, my mother-in-law and myself sat in front of the TV and watched the footage. The three of us watched the planes hit each tower. We watched the towers fall. We watched as the people of New York ran from the buildings, covered in soot and trying to make their way through the debris.

remembering911_rockinrandommom I remember seeing a photo of a young woman my age who had died. She was also seven months pregnant with her first child. She was expecting a boy and had named him Connor. I remember feeling a sense of survivor’s guilt because I was alive. My baby was going to be born while hers didn’t even have a chance. I grieved for her and her baby. five years later when my Conner was born, I thought of her and her baby. Even though his dad and I settled on the name from a TV show, I thought of her.

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And what of my son?

I have seen a number of Facebook memes on the incoming freshman this year not being alive that fateful day in 2001 and how they will learn about it history class but will never really know how it felt to live through that day. They will never truly understand the fear, the heartbreak, and the anger we all felt that day and every day since. Our children will not understand how that day changed us as a nation. Do you know what they know? They know our anger. Young boys and girls know how divided we are. The youngest of the millennials don’t remember a time when we came together as a country. They don’t understand what United means when we say United States of America.

But my son will. He has. Every year, from the time he was about 4 years old, I told him of that day. His brother knows too. My boys may not fully understand the emotions behind that day. Maybe they won’t understand the significance of that tragedy and how it changed our country but they know that I remember. They have seen my tears. They felt my sadness. Remembering 9/11 is a part of their lives because it is a part of mine.

Where were you that day?

I don’t often listen to country but this song by Alan Jackson is for this day and I’m dedicating to Remembering 9/11

 

Thanks so much for reading!

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Guest Post: Urban Adventurer’s Guide to Coffee

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This post comes from Gimoka Coffee UK and has two Authors: Rudy Caretti and Lorenzo  Agostinelli. It describes a brief history of Java from around the world. So let’s give it up for: 

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Since its discovery in the 9th Century, people around the world have loved coffee. The culture of drinking java has also evolved.  Let’s take an adventure through several nations across the globe to discover their unique tales and habits in coffee drinking.

Ethiopia- the cradle of java

A story is told about Kaldi the shepherd who existed in the 9th century. While herding his goats, he noticed that the animals become unusually excited when they ate berries of a shrub. Out of curiosity, he took some to a local monk and shared his observation.

The monks brushed off his story and threw the berries in the fire. It burned and produced an enticing aroma. Fellow monks, interested in thcoffee_rustic_rockinrandommome aroma, quickly removed the berries and ground them. They mixed the berries with water and brewed their first java. On drinking it, they realized that the drink was vitalizing. Later on, this drink would spread to the Arab countries and eventually reach the whole world through traders.

Kaldi’s encounter is told in many versions. Importantly, it offers a good narrative of where coffee came from and when it was first taken as a brew. Originally, these berries were ground and mixed with animal fat. Some people still consume it in this form today.

Europe- Finland

Although Finns do not grow the beans, they are the leading java drinkers in the world with an average per capita consumption of 12 kg per year. Coffee reached these wonderful people while under the Swedish rule in the 1700s. This was through Sweden and Russia.

Many factors lead to the popularity of this drink in Finland. Firstly, its introduction as a curative drug sold only in pharmacies. In the 1920s, a ban on alcohol consumption saw a huge increase in coffee consumption and its integration in main meals.

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North America- United States

The journey of the first coffee plant to American soil was a treacherous voyage that was mired with pirate attacks in the sea. Against all odds, a French sailor Gabriel du Clieu docked in the island of Martinique with this amazing seed in the year 1723. He had obtained it from the Royal Botanical Garden of King Louis XIV of France. This single plant would multiply into millions of coffee bushes in half a century. It spread to the rest of Caribbean island and eventually South America.

Today, the land of opportunity, as many would call the U.S., enjoys an undisputed position as the leading importer of coffee. Also, the number of coffee shops has continued to increase over the years, reaching 29,300 in 2013. This shows how the Americans are continually falling for java. Corporations like Starbucks have thrived because the American people love java brewed to perfection.

South America– Brazil

The coming of coffee to Brazil borders the story of a secret love affair. In 1927, Francisco de Melo, a man of fair looks was sent to French Guyana to resolve a border conflict. The governor’s wife fell for his looks and he used this opportunity to seduce her. He managed to get enough of these seeds camouflaged as a bouquet.  This was the beginning of a Java empire which is today the world’s number one producer. The Brazilian coffee industry is worth billions of US dollars.

Java is the leading beverage drink in Brazil. 97% of population aged 15 years and above consume coffee. As this giant producer continues to stabilize economically, consumption of this popular drink is expected to increase. This is because many people will be able to afford the commodity.

Australia

Australians could be at the furthest end of the world, but their taste for coffee is tip-top. Their exceptional taste and fixation in quality coffee have their roots in their first experience with this magnificent brew.

Coffee was introduced to Australians by Italian and Greek immigrants in the early 20th century. Out of their love for the drink, these immigrants packed Gaggia and stovetop espresso coffee makers as part of their belongings. They  shared their favorite drink with their new friends in Sydney and Melbourne. You can bet the Australians loved the experience.

As a result, businesses dealing with roasting, distribution, and brewing arose. In 1950, Italian-like cafes were gaining traction in Australia. Coffee culture in Australia, influenced by Italian and Greek cultures, grew significantly in 1980.

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Well, there you have it! What do you think? Below is the short bio of one of the authors and founder of the Gimoka Coffee UK.

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If you want to check out their site, visit GIMOKA COFFEE UK

Visit their blog HERE

And feel free to follow their social media accounts

FACEBOOK   TWITTER   GOOGLE+

 

Thanks so much for reading!

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The Joker by Deborah Stansil: Book Review

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My second book review, The Joker, comes courtesy of one of my favorite bloggers and one many of you know, Debbie Stansil. Any of you who don’t know her yet, she’s fabulous and is such a great writer! You may remember the last book review I wrote was on her collection of short stories. If you haven’t read that yet, feel free to check it out, HERE

A little backstory – The Joker is a supernatural thriller about a demon who possesses and ruins the lives of those possessed. He does what demons do best. The prologue starts in Ireland in 1973 and I highly recommend you read that to get a better understanding of the main story.

The main story centers around Kayleigh and her friends who decide to play with a Ouija board one night while drinking. Yep, you have probably already guessed where this is going. It opens a door and allows the Joker to wreak havoc on Kayleigh and her friends.

joker_rockinrandommomThere is so much more to the story though than just a demon possessing people. This is what I love about Debbie’s writing. You think you know what’s going to happen, then bam! A new twist is just right around the corner. The overall theme isn’t about the demon but about the darkness the main character is forced to face within herself. How does that play out? Well, you will have to read it to find out. If any of you have read her blog or her short stories book, Twisted Tales, then you know what I’m talking about.

Now, having read her last book, as well as being a regular reader of her blog, I didn’t expect her novel to add a little something extra in her storytelling. SEX! Yes, there are pretty explicit sex scenes in the book. Not too many but enough to want to make sure your kids are no where to be seen. I was caught off guard but pleasantly surprised by how the joker uses sex to push Kayleigh into questioning the darkness that she didn’t know she had. Debbie did a great job of telling the sex bits as part of the story and not just an added benefit for the reader.

That’s all I’m going to tell you about her book because I really want you all to read it. Especially if the supernatural is your thing as it is mine. If you want to read her book, it’s available on Amazon both in physical copy and for the kindle. I will be posting the American link below. If you are from another country, Debbie will have that one on her blog.

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Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoy the book!!

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Making Oobleck with the Kiddos!

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So this past weekend was pretty busy. It wasn’t my intention, mind you, to be busy. With kids though, it always happens. I was all set for a relaxing Saturday watching some Netflix and chilling with Conner. He had other plans. He saw this project on YouTube and wanted us to try it. So here we are, sharing with all of you awesome parents out there, making oobleck!

I wasn’t really wanting to make anything this weekend. On the menu wasn’t me making oobleck with my 9 year old. Hell, I didn’t even want to cook! Pizza was on my mind. Here we are though, making oobleck on a Saturday night. Since Conner wanted to make this cool thing he saw on YouTube, I figured we would try it out. Not like I had anything else to do.

As it turns out, making oobleck was kind of fun. Of course, we had to make two trips to the store. The first trip was to get the corn starch and the food coloring. The second trip was to get more corn starch after the first attempt at making oobleck failed miserably. Conner was in a rush to make the stuff, causing us to skip a very important step.

No worries though as the second attempt turned out much better and I have to admit that I really enjoyed the project. The end result was good too. It’s so simple to make this stuff and as I was making it, I thought, “hey I can write a blog post about this.” Then Conner suggested I film it and put it on YouTube. After thinking about it, I figured it would be a great idea so here we are.

Ingredients you need:

1 to 2 boxes of Corn Starch

A tube or two, or three, or four of food coloring

One mixing bowl

1 spatula

 2 cups of water

Well, why don’t I just leave my video for you to watch below: *hint: It stars Conner*

Have you made this with your kids? How did it turn out? Let me know in the comments below or comment on my YouTube channel.

Thanks so much for reading!

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