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A Moment of Silence for the 1950's Homemaker.

May I just state how thankful I am that we as women have evolved to a place where we don't need to put up with this behavior from a man? (see video below) Being a homemaker has taken a new dimension. Our self-esteem and self acceptance isn't based on if we can make a good cup of coffee or not. (and thank the Lord for that) The highlight of our day isn't whether we should use heat dry or non heat dry on our dishwasher.

Frankly, it is quite the opposite.

There's a community of women who are finding each other online, via blogging, social media, online groups, and even various conventions, who are launching brands, and starting their marketing and freelance writing careers. They are fulfilling a hunger that has been inside of them for decades.

I find it incredibly humorous as I meet people who pity me as if I have been missing something because I chose to "go home" and raise my kids for the last 8 years. I have met the most incredible and amazing people in social media that have supported me as I have been seeking out my creative outlets, one being a freelance writing career. I have made amazing connections in media and have learned so much from them, I have grown as a person and for that I am so grateful. (and no they aren't just my little pretend friends on the little computer in my make believe world... I have made friends in real life with them... you nerds.... ha ha )

I would have never known or sought these opportunities if I stayed in my 9 to 5 job. (well it was more like 10 hour days - no lunch and worked weekends... but whose keeping track?...)

So I say, let's take a moment in silence and honor this sad woman whose life evolved in making coffee better than the girls in the office.... and CHEERS to us as we seek to achieve our dreams and lay the path to future homemakers who don't need to feel less of a woman in the feminist world because they made their choice to stay at home. I thought you people were all about a woman's choice..... right? (snickers)

My peek inside of Donny's pants

At this moment, my daughter Sophia is buying her first Ken doll with her daddy. (God bless him) I wonder if she is going to do the peek-a-roo and take his pants off like every other single little girl who owned a Ken doll.

(oh come on... I know you did it too)

 It's normal that a child has curiosity over what inside the other team's pants. I never peeked in Ken's pants, actually. Not because I didn't want to, it was because I didn't have Ken.

I had Donny Osmond. Ha ha ... yep. And YES I peeked inside his pants to see what the difference was.

Picture it, Baltimore, Maryland 1977 in my parent's very furnished basement . ....I was wearing my red and white bell bottom plaid pants, a long sleeve red pleated shirt with a tiny red bow turtle neck, and long red pony tails topped off with a thick yarn red bows. It was winter time and I was a lonely only child that made B.F.F.'s with my Barbies and danced around like a wacko to the Mickey Mouse Club record player.

Excited that I finally got my first male doll to accompany dates with Barbie and Skipper too to their Barbie town house ( my parents were too cheap to buy me the Barbie Dream House just for the know), I ran up the basement stairs skipping every other step, after all, I am all about time management in my formative years. Peering around the corner of the basement door to see if anyone was coming, I quietly shut the basement door and ran back down the stairs.

My thick Wonder Woman themed glasses started to fog up as I took a big sigh of anxiousness to finally see what "it" looked like.

"Darn it Donny! Why do you have to have that crazy purple jumpsuit?" I thought in my struggle to undress him.

Finally Success!

Wait a minute......... hhmmm..... ?????

I don't get it.

This isn't what the neighborhood girls described.

"Huh. Okay... so that is weird" I thought with brow raised.

.......... Later that night, watching ">The Donny and Marie Show with my parents. I sat criss cross on the floor smugly knowing from my great discovery.

Yep. I know Donny.... what is in those pants of yours.

So as I wait for my dear daughter to come home... I wonder if she too will have that same perplexed look as I did when I was in my youth from my great discovery? Is she going to peek in Ken's pants too?

Yep. I'll bet my life on it.

My Mindless Rants

If you have seen my mind please send it this way. I have lost it a few days ago and I haven't been the same since. Work is going well. I like my job. Heck, I just like being around people again even though I am missing The Price is Right. The way I interact with people has been interesting to say the least. I am very excited to meet new people so much that I feel like I am about to pop out of my skin. Sometimes I get so excited when I am talking to an adult, I forget what I am saying in mid-thought. 

............................................................................  like now. 

See what I mean?! 

It REALLY annoys me. I try to escape myself, but ... (sighs) .... there I am following me.. being annoying with brain farts. So instead of writing a cheesy inspiring read for you... or some lengthy witty blog that will make you smirk at the end.... I will close this with a few random thoughts, since that is all I can muster up for ya. 

I am so over school and ready to end this year and bring on the summer. 

I never seen a Lost episode. 

I want to go to Ireland before I kick the bucket. 

I want to find my brain. 

I hope I live to see a world where all are treated equally by race, gender, and weight. 

So who shot J.R. Ewing on Dallas? 

I love the smell of a freshly opened box of crayons. 

Gardenias are beautiful. 

Why did God invent fat anyway? 

I wished I could cook like a chef. 

I wished I had a chef so I didn't have to cook! 

I am so unassuming it's ridiculous. 

Duh! I know I am not that Obnoxious ( ha ha) 

I hope my kids don't hate me when they grow up. 

I love watching QVC in the middle of the night. One time I watched the host get WAY too excited about cheese. 

I can't believe you stuck around and read all these annoying and mindless thoughts.