Matthew Rosenzweig ♡

My best bud, Ed, called me to tell me that our friend Matt died in a motorcycle accident tonight.

It hasn’t really sunk in yet… I knew Matt since I was 18, and at one point, we were really close — but we grew apart as I got older, and definitely by the time I became a mom.

I feel as if I should be distraught about this; when Shari passed away last Christmas, I was devastated… but maybe with this, it’s because so many years have passed between our friendship for me to feel emotionally invested into it.

I feel like I should at least want to cry or something.


Our First Football Game

My mini-me and I had our first football game experience. We had 3 tickets, but the mister was having a hissy fit (maybe on his man-period???), so we decided to have a mother-daughter day instead.

We drove an hour to Auburn, Alabama for the game — it was packed! (I didn’t realize that we had went to their homecoming game.) Thanks to three ladies (who were actually sisters) we had a GREAT time.

I’ve finally experienced that “southern hospitality” that I’ve been hearing about. I had never been to a football game, and I also never been to that stadium before — I got lost and ended up in Section 2 (right above the press and the home team sideline); our real seats were actually in the nose-bleed section (102), but when I had asked one of the ladies behind me if I was in the right place, she said, Oh, no baby, y’all all the way over there. (She was basically pointing to the sky.)

I started to get up and took my daughter’s hands, and she says, Y’all can stay, it’s not a sold-out game. These seats aren’t taken. (I really loved her southern twang, I love their accents, and especially the way they say “baby”.) I was skeptical, because the stadium really was packed, and it was their home game; but we actually ended up with these fantastic seats for our first football experience!

(My hubby said later on, that the ladies were probably season-ticket holders and most season holders know one another, so that’s probably how they knew the seats we were in were going to be empty.) We ended up sitting in seats that probably cost at least $350 each, and it only cost the mister about $45 for all three tickets instead. (I told him if he had came with us, we probably wouldn’t have been able to sit at those awesome seats, so we’re happy he stayed home, ha!)

They also had their homecoming queen announced during half-time; and one of the ladies gave my daughter Auburn Tiger pompoms. It was really hot at the game; I didn’t bring any sunscreen, visors, hats, or sunglasses. (I got so tanned, I started peeling on my arm, and my forehead is super dry!)

But I couldn’t believe the amazing experience, because we also lucked out finding a parking spot; I found street parking, and it’s because I have a compact car, so I can fit it in just about anywhere (perfect for city parking). It was only about 2 blocks away from the stadium.

Oh, and Auburn won, 24-10!


I haven’t worn red lipstick since I was 13 years old… and I went a bit crazy with the mascara this morning, ha!

I didn’t even know I was wearing the school color — but the highlight of my day was when one of the teachers said, Oh, my gosh! I thought you were one of the students!

#TGIF #RedFriday ♡♡♡

Ramona ♡

Today, my Amazon order arrived of the Ramona series box set, by Beverly Cleary. I LOVE her, she is one of my favorite children’s author. It was a bit pricey for something that is just paperback, but it has the complete series of Ramona; and I just had to have it for my daughter because I grew up reading these books as a kid.

My daughter struggles with reading, but I remembered I never got into reading until the 6th grade. (It was also around that time that I got a library card of mine own, and would go to the library just about every day.)

I got into all those middle school series, Nancy Drew, The Sweet Valley Twins, Betsy-Tacy books, etc.

I still remember my favorite books: To Kill a Mockingbird, Catcher in the Rye, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Great Gatsby… there’s just so much, but these are my top favorites — and I remember that some of the books made me cry; A Tree Grows in Brooklyn made me cry.

For now, I’m reading the Ramona books to her; but hopefully she’ll be able to read them on her own by next year.

My little man …

My little guy has had a smartphone for over two years now — I can’t believe it. I do love the easy way that we’re able to communicate with anyone in this world in today’s technological world (I hate the real seriousness of the vulnerability of having an electronic “background” in today’s technological world — if you’ve ever logged on to an electronic device, you basically have an “electronic background”, much like a dossier compiled by intelligence agencies).

The other day, I noticed that he called me “mom” — I wanted to cry! My baby has stopped calling me “mommy”. It was as sad as when he was a toddler and switched from mama to mommy. I realized my baby boy isn’t a baby anymore. (I mean, I do like the fact that everyone thinks I’m too young to be his mother, ha!… I don’t like that people think I was a teenage mom — hello, I was 24, with a career and living on my own, and his dad was my “college sweetheart”, so keep your MTV Teen Mom drama to yourself! — is it my fault white people don’t age well???)

Wait, what the hell am I even blabbing about!? — I digress!

I told my baby boy that Danny and I are trying for a baby. I asked him if he wanted a baby brother or another baby sister, surprisingly he said another baby sister. I was shocked, I asked him why? He said because he wants to be my only son — (someone give me a Kleenex, my bladder is in my eyes!) ♡

Debbie Fleming

Justice is blind.

I recently saw an ID Channel show about Debbie Fleming, a single mom in Texas who basically defended herself and her son. It’s crazy that a state like Texas would convict her of murder and sentence her to 99 years.

A group of teenage hoodlums went to her house, and yes, a 16 year old boy was killed — but the way I see it, if that 16 year old punk and his friends would have stayed home instead of trying to cause trouble, she wouldn’t have needed to shoot him. They came on her property! How the hell is that not taken into consideration? She wasn’t the one that went to them, they were walking as a group towards her house!

Of course, this was over 20 years ago… the laws have changed a lot since then. I think a jury would not have convicted her, and another judge would have been more lenient — I mean, what the hell, Casey Anthony was acquitted (and she’s as guilty as sin)!

I’m tempted to write a prison correspondence with her… my husband would definitely not be happy about it.

Hurricane Irma

Hurricane Irma is passing through our region. The superintendent just called to cancel school for the district (I won’t have work on Monday, but maybe we’ll go back on Tuesday)… I wonder if Benning will be closed? We are supposed to get heavy downpours starting on Sunday.

Gas was $2.55/gallon, and that was regular and using my Sam’s Club card! The lines were straight ridiculous!

My brother-in-law, Jr. Dr., was supposed to come for dinner Monday evening, but I expect his flight will be cancelled. (He is “junior doctor” because dad and son have the same name, and both have the title of doctor — but my father-in-law is a medical doctor, while my brother-in-law is a scientist with a PhD)… but I digress!

I told the mister that if Jr. Dr. isn’t coming here on Monday because of the weather, we are eating frozen pizza! I am too lazy to plan a dinner. My back hurts like crazy! (Maybe because I wore heels all day while I was standing.)

Fingers crossed that we’re having a baby! I’ve been tracking my ovulation calendar, and hopefully it has happened.

I went to my hubby’s football game, they lost. The Greek CPT’s wife and kids went back to Greece, and I am disappointed that we weren’t able to get together for dinner before they left. They are so incredibly welcoming and friendly. (I love Europeans, my English pen-pal is the sweetest person ever.)

We are getting ready for our first football game next weekend (my daughter and I have never been to one, so I am looking forward to it); Oktoberfest weekend at Fort Benning next month (I can’t wait, especially since one of my new friends is actually a German from Germany!); and then our family mini get-away to a cabin in the Smoky Mountain during Veteran’s Day weekend.

Next month my daughter also starts Girl Scout, so we are really excited about that; especially since my hubby went all the way from Boy Scout, to Eagle Scout, to the Army. ♡

(FYI for those interested: The military may actually give an enlisted serviceman who was an Eagle Scout an advanced rank and pay grade upon enlistment; and for officers it definitely helps in determining service academy appointments or ROTC scholarships, as well as entry into the commissioned officer’s program via the third route.)

[Book Review] Megan’s Munchkins

Today I received an email to review a new children’s book series Megan’s Munchkins, by Pamela Foland.

It is the first book in a series of thirteen year-old Megan, who lives in Texas. The book starts off with Megan finding a box of stray kittens. She manages to hide her kittens in her room for five weeks, without her parents knowing. The book ends with her coming clean to her parents after she comes home during the day to realize her mom and sister-in-law are at the home too; her parents decide to let her keep her kittens.

Reading it as an adult, it was hard for me to be excited about it (even as a teacher, I am NOT an elementary teacher); however, it reminded me of book series that I read as a kid in like sixth grade — books like Sweet Valley Twins, The Baby-Sitters Club, etc. The book is corny as an adult, but cute as a kid’s book… but I wouldn’t put it in the same category as Judy Blume though, or other classics like the Betsy-Tacy series (or my favorite classics like Little Women or Charlotte’s Web).

I felt the whole bit of calling the kittens “munchkins” was a bit cheesy. It reminded me of my high school students going around calling their friends “babe” in the hallway between classes. I also found it too convenient and unrealistic that Meg’s parents were oblivious to cats living in their home for over a month — I had a cat that I loved very much, and he was just one cat… there’s no way of disguising the smell of a litter box.

However, I am sure there will be middle school kids out there that will enjoy. I appreciate Ms. Foland for the opportunity to read and review her new book, and I wish her success with her series.