Sunday, July 26, 2015

Random Rant - Hagglers, Bake Sale Bashers And Price Sticker Thieves...Oh My!

I have a love hate relationship with hosting a yard sale. Yesterday we had our Bodacious Yard & Bake Sale. On a positive note, all went well. While we had to contend with early morning dew, the rest of the day was gorgeous. Sun. No rain. Very little humidity. We had a ton of stuff to put out. A friend of ours assisted from early morning through the evening. At the end of the day, another volunteer helped lug boxes down to the basement. We still have a ton of stuff left over for our October Yard & Bake Sale. No donations needed. All items are priced. That shaves off a copious amount of prep work.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

11 Reasons Why We'd Rather Stay Home With The Kids

Lisa and I don't go out much. By choice. Between work, spreading the biscuit love, and everything between, having no plans during the evening hours or weekend doesn't send us into crisis mode. There's no urgency to fill large gaps of unplanned time with activities away from home. On occasion, when we do leave the house together, it's not for very long and we don't go far.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Dinnertime Chaos

Dinnertime in our household can get slightly chaotic. I'm a vegetarian. Lisa is not. Our kids are not. I do not expect Lisa or the kids to conform to my vegetarian lifestyle. Our kid's meals are made fresh twice a day. Baked skinless chicken breasts or, on occasion, beef or turkey. Raw or steamed vegetables. Fruit. Whole grains. Twice a week, a dollop of Greek yogurt. Well balanced.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Random Rant: Mushy Middles And Day-Old Bread

For as long as I can remember, during the summer and fall months, I've purchased fresh produce and fall pumpkins at local farm stands. Back in the day, they weren't necessarily Farmer's Market events. The first "official" Farmer's Market I visited was in New York over 10 years ago. It was huge and took over 3 hours to walk through. I left with bags of fresh produce and other locally made goods from local farmers and artisans. For a while, it was my Saturday morning go-to.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Random Rant - Please Remember To Use Manners. Thank You.

Growing up, saying please and thank you was mandatory. If we didn't say please, we didn't get it. If we didn't follow through with a thank you, we weren't able to eat it, play with it, spend it, etc. Manners were not optional. Our vocabulary didn't include "I want" or "give me" or "buy me this." We didn't dare mutter those words. By some slim chance we did, two things immediately followed. The look. ass whuppin'.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Power Tools And Dancing Don't Mix Well

This is the scene right now. Home office. Coco is pacing and barking at virtually everything. He doesn't like change. Over the past 3 years, we've switched rooms several times and rearranged furniture on a dozen occasions. Each time, it jostles his routine and demeanor. Sophie is hiding under the bed. She doesn't much care for loud noises. Lobo is oblivious to everything. As long as he's got his 2 favorite Skinneeez and his beds and pillows haven't been disturbed, he's all set.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Late spring. We're at an event with a full Bodacious Biscuit Love setup. Lots of conversations with people I don't know. During one particular chat with another woman, who appeared older than myself, I referred to our little nuggets of furry love as kids. Usually, when conversing with people who don't know us personally, I say "fur-kids." However, that particular day I was exhausted. Under-caffeinated. Overwhelmed by the number of times I had to interact with humans.

I probably said something weird like, "We bathe our kids once a month" or "Our kids prefer to poop in the backyard versus the front lawn..." The lady tilted her head, gasped and was mortified. That's when it registered in my brain. I quickly let her know I was referring to our FUR-kids (insert cordial giggle). She seemed slightly relieved. Her relief was followed by a snarky comment in the context of..."if people stopped calling their dogs kids and referring to themselves as Moms, there wouldn't be all this unnecessary confusion."

Well. Ain't. That. Some. Shit. 

Over the years, the word "mom" has evolved. It can been applied to a multitude of roles. Foster Mom. Rescue Mom. Step-Mom. Rehab Mom. Adoptive Mom. In the human world, the word Mom no longer just applies to a female who, after hours of intense pain and labor, gives birth to a tiny bundle of human joy. For some, this sentence alone is enough to provoke a fierce debate. It usually begins with, "You're not a real mom unless you've..."

And, it ends with something like, "So, unless you know what it's like to..."

Now, I'm not attempting to shrug off or discredit the entire process of conception, gestation, and birth. I have a great deal of respect and admiration for the women who carry a human for 9 months and have to contend with swollen bellies, sore boobs, hormonal changes and everything in between. And that's just the beginning. Kudos to all of you. This is something I have not experienced in my lifetime. By choice.

While I applaud y'all's strength and ability to tolerate great levels of physical pain, that whole process isn't the only means of, simply put, becoming a Mom. For those who think otherwise, you're entitled to your opinion, as I am mine, but isn't that confining the word Mom a bit too much? Think of the women out there who adopt human kids. Or, marries and becomes a step-mom. What about foster Moms? Are they any less of a Mom because they didn't physically give birth to the little human whose life depends on them?

When I think of the word Mom, various things come to mind. Many things. I know a lot of women who are Moms to human children. I also know quite a few who are Moms to non-humans. Dogs. Cats. Horses. This includes Lisa and I. We have 3 canine kids. Fur-kids. Kids. We're Moms.

Our 3 kids depend on us for everything. Yes, everything. Nourishment. Water. Love. Health. Comfort. Protection. Well-being. Etc. While there are very few similarities between human kids and fur-kids, this is one they do share. Dependency.

As Moms, we provide everything for our kids. Our world revolves around them. When Coco joined our family, life changed. Two years later, when Sophie arrived, our life changed. Again. In January of 2015, when we made the decision to adopt Lobo, yep. Life changed. A lot. We've made quite a few sacrifices.