Parenthood has been full of surprises, and I surely never would have never imagined some of the wonders it held until I actually became a Mother. There were emotions I had never felt, things I’d never dreamed of doing, oh, and then the things I never would have thought I’d hear myself say….Head over to Circle of Moms and check out my latest post , “10 Things I would have never said before becoming a parent.”

Be sure to leave me a comment over there and let me know some of the things you’ve said that you’d never have dreamed of saying before you became a parent! I know you all have some great ones too!

Jake said, "Mom get the camera ready and I'm going to come around the corner and surprise you with something soooo funny." The old crayon up the nose bit. Classic.

5 Signs of Fall

 Posted by Domestic Diva at 2:15 pm  Uncategorized
Sep 252011
 

Did I mention that Circle of Moms,  one of the best online parenting resources on the web with 6 million active (Moms) users, asked me to be a guest author over the next seven weeks?  Well, despite reading my blog, they did!  Just kidding, aside from being an excellent resource for everything from babies to toddlers to teenagers, they have a pretty great sense of humor too (they did give me the #2 Funny Mom Blog spot back in April, remember?).   But you’ll see me over there with other guest authors like Dr. Oz!  Awesome, right?

Anyway, go visit my first article on Circle of Moms, the Five Signs of Fall Only Moms Notice, and leave me a comment over there telling me what you think.  Did I leaf anything out?  Okay, that was bad…but seriously, leave me a comment. What’s a sure sign of Fall to you?  My most obvious sign has to do more with the sounds than the sights, so go check it out!

Guilty Pleasures

 Posted by Domestic Diva at 6:18 pm  Uncategorized
Sep 222011
 

Alright, I admit it.  I’m a huge fan of the show.  It’s one program I do watch almost daily, and more regularly than any other program.  I don’t DVR it, but luckily if I miss it, the show is re-played later.

I’ve followed these characters as long as I can remember, and even recall watching it year and years ago with my own Mom.  It’s probably my own personal most watched show of all time.

Sure, the characters are totally flawed, and the program provides no educational value whatsoever, but hell, that’s probably mostly why I enjoy it.  Time and time again these characters have made spontaneous, reckless, selfish and wrong decisions, but time and time again I’d tune into see them do it.

Every once in a while the characters would find happiness, some times even true love, despite themselves, which almost always made it twice as heart-breaking later when someone else rained on their parade or thwarted their happily ever after.

I watched characters marry, have children, and even watched them grow up, make bad decisions and get married too. Many were kidnapped, missing, stranded, shot, stabbed, deceived, jailed, involved in auto accidents, boat accidents, even plane crashes.  Some died, some survived, and some even came back from the dead.

Now ABC has decided to cancel All My Children and tomorrow, along with countless other housewives, I’ll curl up in front of the TV at 1pm with a final bowl of bon-bons to say good-bye to the characters I’ve grown to love over the years.

So thanks for the memories, the unrealistic stories, the break from reality, the adult programing after mornings filled with Dora, Elmo and the Wonder Pets.

I guess there’s nothing left to do that hour than to watch my own children…thanks a lot ABC…

I created this card a few months ago on Someecards...inspired by smart ass comments from my husband. (p.s. I know there's a spelling mistake- I can't edit it now- boo!)

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Missoni Mission

 Posted by Domestic Diva at 1:42 pm  Uncategorized
Sep 192011
 

I put up a post on Facebook last week about Target’s Missoni products on the day their website when down because of all the traffic and the mad rush to buy up these just released items.  Apparently, in stores was even worse with crazed Missoni shoppers on a mission for everything and anything Missoni. There were stories of cart after cart filled to the brim with Missoni products, and tales of lines outside of Target stores in predawn hours that are typically only seen on Black Friday.

Personally, I don’t get it.  I understood that a lot of people obviously did and would get it based on the fights over Missoni items and the fact that the Target website when down in flames for two days. I wasn’t knocking anyone who liked the items, although one passionate Missoni fan did say I was a “schlubby soccer Mom” and that’s why I didn’t get that it was “chic” and “high fashion.” Obviously though that person was confused because although I’m not the most fashionable, and perhaps even sometimes “schlubby,” as far as I know, Target has never been, nor will it probably ever be, “high fashion.” (Don’t take that the wrong way either, I love me some Target).

However, just like when I lightly bashed some of the other Fall Fashion trends for 2011, I decided I shouldn’t knock it until I try it.  So here we go:

Missoni?

So did I use my social media skills or my marketing connections to get one of the now sold out Missoni products from Target? Or is this an afghan my now deceased Great Aunt, who was a Franciscan Nun, knit while living in a convent thirty some years ago?

I’ll never tell….

What’s your take?  Are you loving the Missoni items or is this just another fad that’s going to come and go?  Leave me a comment and let me know what you think.  While you’re here, give me a vote on Top Mommy Blogs real quick by just clicking the link below one time. That’s all it takes!  Thanks!
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Worst Mom in Town

 Posted by Domestic Diva at 2:28 pm  Uncategorized
Sep 142011
 

Well, as expected Fred’s return to his lost owners created a lot of negative emotions in my house. I have to sometimes remind myself that my kids are only six, four and two years old, and that life lesson rarely come easily or without some difficulty.

For Joey, my oldest, he was primarily saddened. He knew that returning Fred to their home was the right thing to do, and it just made him sad. The poor kid cried for an hour straight, and demonstrating the resilience of kids, he moved right from grief to anger which of course was directed at me…the worst Mom in town. I should also mention that Joey has been asking for a dog as long as he could talk. Last year, at some point, he talked with a school counselor about it (I hope it wasn’t in her office because no one told me about it). He came home and said that the counselor thought we should have “an open discussion about owning a pet and the responsibilities it holds.” I’ll be giving him plenty of counseling material with this latest event.

Jake, only being four, was saddened by Fred’s return, but he was not sold on the dog’s return as the right thing to do. There were a lot more questions like “If they lost him and aren’t responsible, why can’t we keep him?” Still questioning my decision, as he does most of the time anyway, he moved right into slathering on the guilt. He turned down an invitation to play with a friend after school and told me he was “just too sad to play.” He also fondly remembered Fred this morning and ask me, “Hey, Mom? Do you remember that time I had a dog to love?” Yes…it was yesterday.

Now Cecilia is two. Life with a toddler is challenging enough, and a lesson about right and wrong, on this level, just doesn’t translate into toddler. So when a two year old doesn’t understand why something happens, you can end up with crying, throwing fits, acting out, etc. Well, she did cry, and like her brothers. also can be dramatic (wonder who they got that from??) Yesterday, when she first realized the dog was gone, she told me “I wuved that doggy. Fred was my best friend.” She then proceeded to cry herself to sleep and I was feeling totally guilty and horrible until I saw this when I went to get her from her nap:

Take my dog? I'll show you. Here's Cecilia painted in Triple Paste (which is $25 a tub by the way). her legs, back of her hair, hands, carpet, dresser, books, toys and door all were covered in the ointment. It doesn't wash off with water either.

So now in addition to the unicorn poop, which I’m still finding all over my house, I have another submission for Shit my Kids Ruined. The ointment, which really works well keeping rashes dry, also does not come up very easily. So after wiping my daughter off with a dry cloth, baby wipes, and then a wash cloth I finally got it all off of her. At one point, while bathing her, I said, already knowing the answer, “Why would you make a big mean mess like this?” She replied with, “Where’s my dog?”

Mystery solved.

So three of the saddest kids ever went to bed dogless last night, and awoke today ready to spread the guilt on thick again.

I wonder what Fred is doing now?” Jake pondered.

Probably wondering why Mom gave him back to irresponsible owners…” Joey replied.

That doggy was cute. I wuved him and wuved him,” Cecilia recalled.

And perhaps worst of all was Cecilia’s reading material today which I had never seen before this morning…do they sell “Self Help” books for toddlers?

"Chicken Soup for the Kids Soul...Friendship" adorned with a picture of puppies.

And don’t worry she was actually crying because Jake had a book she wanted (and in addition to not understanding why we gave the dog back, Sharing is a pretty foreign concept as well).

So here we are…one day with a dog…and now one day without. I imagine it’ll be a few more days until my popularity begins to rise again.

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Life with Fred

 Posted by Domestic Diva at 4:59 pm  Uncategorized
Sep 132011
 

Yesterday afternoon I left the house in a rush, and just a hundred feet from my neighborhood I came upon a little white (but dirty) dog in the middle of the road.  He narrowly escaped being flattened by a semi-truck and car, and I felt compelled to pull over.  The dog had now moved to the shoulder of the road where he stood filthy and panting heavily, but began to wag his tail when I approached the scared pooch.

I’ve been in the situation a dozen times or so before and usually the dog runs away from me and I try to at least steer it away from traffic.  Fred, as my children would come to call him, was different.  He whimpered a bit, but bravely came towards me and gave no resistance as I scooped him up and placed him in the back of the Suburban.  He was wet, covered in dirt, and smelled gross, but I left all that out when I called home to warn my husband what I had just done.   My husband replied with a few curse words mumbled under his breath and asked what I intended to do.  My hope was that it was a dog from the neighborhood so I said I would drive around looking for his owner after I had the boys.

Oh, my boys were so happy when I surprised them with the muddy mongrel in the car!  They didn’t care if he smelled bad or was all dirty, they just instantly fell in love.  As soon as we got home, I let the dog pee in the backyard, gave him some water, and started driving around looking for his owners.  I called the local animal shelter and left my information and the dog’s description as I drove.  No one had called looking for him yet.

I stopped about 30 adults in the neighborhood and I had about five false identifications.  I left my info with everyone on where to find me if someone came looking for the lost pet.  After an hour, I came home and let the dog in the backyard again while I tried to figure out what to do.  I called a local vet who said I could have the dog scanned the next day for a chip, but that they were closing up then.  So as the dog frolicked around the backyard with the kids, I knew I was in trouble.  The longer this dog stayed, the worse it was going to be on the kids (and me) later.

One thing was for sure, this little pooch wasn’t stepping foot in my house covered in whatever it was all over him so I gave the dog  bath, and was shocked how behaved he was.  I’ve never owned a dog that just stood there and let me soap, lather and rinse without a shake or attempt at escape.  After his bath we bought some food and he ate his dinner hungrily, but sat quietly while we ate ours.

The dog knew basic commands, went to the door when he had to go to the bathroom, barked to come back inside, and didn’t seem to mind the kids following him around like a lost bunch of puppies themselves.  He played with the toys they gave him,  but didn’t bother anything else. The kids showered him with belly rubs, ball tosses and Cecilia taught him about Colors and the Seasons by reading him two of her favorite books.  They decided to call him Fred, and swore they’d love him forever.  I told them we were just helping Fred find his way home, and the kids agreed that if he was their dog and he was lost, they’d be sad so we should help him if we could.

Nighttime came and we decided since Fred was so behaved he could sleep upstairs on an old blanket.  He quietly laid on his spot until 7am when he woke to go outside.  The kids all woke up happy, even though much earlier than normal, and played with the dog after breakfast.  I called the shelter again and still no one called looking for him, so I picked up a leash to take him to the vet to get scanned.

Before that he enjoyed some yard time with Cecilia and Jake and even a walk around the neighborhood.  Still no one knew where he was from.  After dropping Jake off at school, with Fred flying copilot, Cecilia and I took Fred to the vet down the road.  He sniffed around as the tech read his tag and after the second sweep she had a hit.

I have to admit, my heart sunk a little.  She checked their system with no luck, but called around and gave me Fred’s address. Actually Fred is really Zippy and he lives just two blocks from my house, in an adjacent neighborhood.  I called the contact numbers and dropped Fred, I mean Zippy, off at the owner’s workplace.  Apparently, Zippy is known for breaking loose so maybe we’ll see him again one day.

My daughter cried when we got home and she realized the dog wasn’t in the car.  She said “where’s my doggy. I wuv him. He a happy dog.” over and over. When I put her down for a nap she cried over the monitor and said “I want my doggy.” again and again.

Things would only get worse when picking up Jake and Joey from school.  Joey search the street for our car and I told him I found Fred’s home while he was at school. The poor kid literally burst into tears and cried for an hour after school.  Jake said he was too sad to play outside. Too many memories I guess.

So there you have it.  Life with Fred was good yet brief.  He was the best dog I didn’t own, and I know my kids won’t soon let me forget him.  So if anyone want to donate a hypoallergenic dog (my husband and father are both allergic and that’s why we don’t have a dog) let me know.  Until then, we have a day’s worth of memories and a handful of photos:

Fred cools off in the shade after playing with the kids

An old dog might not be able to learn new tricks, but he sure can learn his colors. Or wait... Aren't dog's color blind? That just makes Fred extra special.

Say what you want, but Fred knows fashion. Feather boas are all the rage this year.

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Sep 102011
 

Jersey Shore's "The Situation" (source)

After posting my 7 Worst Fall Fashion Trends, I knew I would catch some slack.  Before I even wrote it, in my mind, chances were I probably had some bootie-loving, poncho-wearing, feather-sporting readers.  As usual, I’m perfectly content to let other people have their own opinion, and I was just happy no one commented and said, “Susan, you are totally wrong about the cropped shirts.”

After receiving a handful of emails from people saying I should really give some of these looks a try, with several offers to even receive and review free ponchos (is it my lucky day or what?), I decided they might be onto something.  Don’t knock it until you try it, right?

So this past Thursday, for Fashion’s Night Out, I met my favorite photographer and friend, Amber Shader, at a local major department store to try on and photograph a few of the Fall Trends I so easily knocked in on of my last posts.

We headed to the Women’s Department where I effortlessly found some the most visually offensive trends.  It was like a poncho paradise in there, and if you love animal print and faux fur, you would have thought you died and went to heaven.

Amber tested the light in the empty area between the dressing rooms as I easily dressed and sported some of the Worst Fall Fashion Trends of 2011.  There were no other customers, not surprising given the majority of the apparel on display, so we quickly went through the first half dozen garments.

As Amber was shooting, and I was posing, I kept noticing a fast moving male who kept looking over at us.  “Perhaps he was a curious customer, or a Domestic Diva fan,” I thought; even though I knew he was more likely store security.  I ignored him, and poor Amber with her back to him, didn’t notice him conspicuously popping his head up between the racks.

After posing in a gold sequin dress which I accented with a leopard print (don’t worry it was faux) scarf while laying across their couch, I went to get dressed and look for more Fashion Don’ts for the season.  The silence of the empty dressing room was broken when I heard a male voice begin questioning Amber on who she was, what she was doing, and who we were.  I knew the not so undercover male that had been oddly popping around the racks had made his move while I was in the dressing room.

Amber answered that we were there for Fashion Night Out, true story because she had a table in the Mall for the event, and that we were just taking some pictures of Fall Trends.  I reappeared from the room, immediately went over and introduced myself, gave my company name (I’m incorporated which I think makes me sound more legit), and answered the same questions Amber went through.

The male, who was clearly no fashion expert himself, told me he “wasn’t sure we were allowed to take pictures in the store.”  He asked for my phone number, which I happily provided, and then disappeared for a moment as Amber and I continued to browse for more items not to wear.  He reappeared, seemingly pleased with his bust, and asked that we remain in the area so that the store manager could come and talk with us.

I wanted to ask if he was fucking kidding, but didn’t want to rain on his power parade of store authority because this was clearly a big deal to him.  So Amber and I continued to browse as we waited for the manager under the eagle eye of the Women’s Department watchman.  At this point I felt horrible that my website antics had Amber, an actual professional, in this situation, but she seemed to think it was as ridiculous as I did.

The store manager came down and introduced herself and asked that I tell her what we were doing.  I explained that I had a company/website and that I had already done a piece on this year’s fall fashion trends and now I was taking the styles online and having them photographed on an actual person, me.  Seems simple enough, right?  Well, for whatever reason they weren’t getting it.

I asked them if I was allowed to purchase the items and be photographed in them, and they said it was more about how the store was being portrayed.  Amber stood by and silently supported me as I repeated my purpose and may or may not have used words like “fashion blog” and “professional” a few times when referring to myself.  I’m really proud of Amber who didn’t once laugh at me while I went back and forth with the Fashion Police.

In my conversation I may have left out that my work, and I use that term loosely here, is for my website where the blog portion are strictly humor, and the piece I was writing was on how awful the clothes they were selling and advertising as popular were.  So imagine the Fashion Police’s surprise when Amber volunteered to show them the pictures she took of my laying across a couch, wearing double animal print, and sporting on of the worst ponchos I could find.  We both just stood there and pretended to be serious about Fall Fashion, and I assured her that were there any issues with our pictures that she could contact me.

Thankfully, we were released with the photos intact and Amber is still speaking to me, but the bad news is we didn’t get to finish taking pictures of the worst trends of the season (we never got to the cropped shirts, booties and feathered fedoras).

Take a look at some of the pictures, so generously done by Amber Shader Photography, and tell me what you think:

I can't be sure, but I think this particular poncho was made of Buffalo Hide and Rabbit Fur bits

 

I will say one good thing about ponchos...you're always ready no matter how big or small to wear one.

Who knew I was setting trends with my Leopard Leotard that I wore last Spring for my Workout Video? This spandex leopard print turtle neck screams fashion.

Do I dare do Leopard Shirts with Leopard Scarves? Oh I dare. I dare.

Although I did not find a plaid sequin outfit like the one I posted about, I couldn't pass up this gold sequin dress accented again with the leopard scarf and black bra strap. Hawt.

The final pose, which in retrospect probably threw up the most red flags with the Fashion Police. However, in my opinion, if you don't want people laying around, don't put a couch out for them to use.

I’m still waiting for the call from the department store, which if you’re half as sluethy as the store’s Fashion police, you might be able to guess which store it was.  Although, I must say, I’m pretty insulted that they wouldn’t find me fashionable enough to wear and promote these trends as I had told them.  Maybe I’m the new Situation and they’re the new Abercrombie.  I half expect them to call me and offer me money not to wear their clothing.

Special thanks again to my friend, Amber for having a sense of humor and donating her time and talent to my nonsense.  If you live in the Delaware area (she does do some traveling), check out her website which featured some awesome work and portraits of people, pets and more.  You can find it here http://www.ambershaderphotography.com/  and Amber’s also on Facebook and Twitter too.  Show her some love and “like” her (hopefully she’ll do more Domestic Diva stuff in the future still after this little fiasco).

What do you think?  Should I start wearing ponchos?  Do you just love the leopard?  Tell me in the comments and while you’re here give me a vote on Top Mommy Blogs with just one click of the mouse on the link below which casts an automatic vote for me:

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Sep 082011
 

Well, back to school is in full gear and that is partially my excuse for my lack of posts over the last week. My son Joey is loving First Grade, and we’re really happy with his teacher and so far he seems to have a really nice bunch of classmates. My son Jake started his second year of preschool and is also adjusting well which we expected since he’s got all but one of the kids from last year’s class and the same teachers.

September has really been kicking my ass though with the early mornings, busy afternoons, and exhausting evenings. The kids and I both are trying to get back into a better sleep pattern, and I’m still having some issues with my diet and overall health.

In my Drop Dead Diva post I told you all a little about what ails me…at least medically speaking. I did finally go to the doctor’s office, received a scolding for having stayed away so long, and my doctor, whom I trust totally, ordered a barrage of tests to see if we can get to the bottom of what’s casing my symptoms.

I’ve had a CT scan already, which for those of you who have never had one requires that you drink a chalky barium solution (two large servings approximately the size of two Medium soft drink containers from a fast food restaurant) within thirty minutes. Then for my scan, after choking down the solution, which in addition to having a horrible taste and texture, really does very little to help ease an already nausea stomach, I was then injected with radioactive dye via IV for the scan.

Thankfully I had a really nice technician, received a blessing from a fellow patient that was a nun, and managed not to puke all over the exam room. When I got off the table I also noticed that my gown was caught in the table before I tried to walk away which prevented me from either falling or being naked…or falling naked. Either way the scan went as well as I could have hoped and it was all clear except for a hernia (guess I’ll have to give up my weightlifting).

I also went early, as in 6am early, to a lab to get my fasting blood work done. Thanks to my shitty insurance company, that’s you Aetna, I couldn’t go to the lab right down the street (that also was the same scenario for the CT scan), but rather had to drive 30 minutes to the closest location. So after getting up at 5am, getting ready and waking up, I drove 30 minutes to one of the dirtiest labs I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought based on the condition of the building and the other clientele that I was actually in the Department of Motor Vehicles. The staff was really nice though, and I actually felt bad for them having to work there every day. In fact, some of the other people may have just been homeless squatters looking for a place to come in out of the rain. I base that assumption on the smell and crazy talk that was coming from not one, but two other patients.

After delousing and taking a scalding hot shower when I got home, I felt better and continued to feel good for about three days. Then I was hit with a ton of nausea and other unpleasant abdominal symptoms. I’ve lost another three pounds, and officially have no clothes that fit. Good news is that most of my blood work was normal and my cholesterol is way, way down from what it last was. Bad news is that I still don’t have a diagnosis…

My doctor actually ordered several more tests that I was hoping I was not going to have to complete. I prayed for a disease or disorder to show up on the CT Scan or blood work, not because I want to be sick but because I need some answers. I’m officially sick of being sick.

At this point I’m disappointed but will be getting a chest Xray (I have no clue why he ordered this one), a colonoscopy which is scheduled for the beginning of October (I’m not happy about this one at all), and to put the icing on the cake I have to return back to the DMV Lab with a bag of shit. Yes, I’ll be turning in a stool sample.

I’ve literally been traumatized by the collection kit they sent home with me. My instructions were to write my name on the outside (check), put the specimen in each of the four containers but only up to the red line (not check) and anything over the line is not usable. WTF?  These containers are super small and have an opening the size of a United States Quarter.

Holy shit, people. Holy shit literally.

Worst kit ever.

I mean, are you kidding? There’s no instructions or anything, and I’ve been having nightmares over the executuion of this process. I may need some Xanax to get this done…

I’m also not even going to worry about the colonoscopy, and what that entails, until after I figure out how to complete the lab’s stuff.

I should probably also apologize for this, but you all need to remember, this is my free therapy. Feel free to comment with your own shitty problems. Whether that be figurative or literal, I’ll listen :)

So bear with me folks, I’m hanging onto my sense of humor, but with the kids back in school and my health issues I may just be a little sporadic about posting here on the web (nothing too crazy but if I’m absent a few days, just picture me crying, curled in a ball, rocking back and forth while staring at those bottles).

I promise I’ll make up for this post…picture me in some of the worst Fall Fashions…it’s coming soon and while you’re here, please do me a favor and click on the link below. JUST ONE CLICK casts an automatic vote for me on Top Mommy Blogs! Thank you!
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