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November 3, 2012

they call me mommy, and sometimes they call me Momma Chase, or the boss…

There aren’t strong enough words in the human language to describe just how thankful I am to be called mommy. My two precious gifts are Zoe Anastasia and Piper Jean. Not only are they beautiful and talented in my eyes, but they possess the confidence to shine bright enough for others to see as well.

Just last week I was at their school for Girls on the Run (I’m a running buddy for my oldest,) and one of the volunteer grandparents stopped me in the hallway  to let me know what wonderful children I have. I’ll admit that I’m still riding that wave of pride.

I’m not saying that my children are perfect, nor do I want them to go around thinking they are without faults. My job is to simply guide them on the right path, and protect them at all costs. Part of being a parent is putting your children before all others, even yourself. You must also teach them to learn from their mistakes, and how to right their wrongs. Putting them on a pedestal and sweeping their wrongs under the rug instead of addressing them does nothing for their character. I feel like I’m lecturing, but its something I feel strongly about. This momma is going to take a deep breath and move forward.

I wouldn’t trade being called mommy for anything in the world, not even coffee or reeses peanut butter cups.  I’m super lucky to get to be a ballet mom, soccer mom, girls on the run mom, IMSA mom, Girl Scout mom, and room mom.  Sure, I’m proud of my girlies for being involved in so many great things, but at the end of the day I’m just happy that they still call me mommy, and want to share their lives with me.


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November 2, 2012

I’m thankful for not only the ability to read, but  also the magic that happens when I wrap myself so completely in a book that I become lost within the lives of  characters. I wish that everyone could know what its like to have a love for reading, and it makes me sad that others don’t have the same relationship with books that I do.

I’m thankful that my Zoe has an insatiable hunger for reading, and can have meaningful conversations about what she reads. I smile when she laughs out loud at something she has just read, and provide comfort when a beloved character brings tears to her eyes.  She rereads her favorite books until the pages begin to fall out.

I’m thankful that Piper is able to read me stories at bedtime, but still wants to snuggle up and let me be the storyteller as well. I get teary eyed when she reads through a page of a  chapter book without stumbling over any big words. I’m especially thankful that my six year old has her own method of analyzing and predicting what will happen next.

I am hopeful that those who don’t like to read just haven’t met the right book yet. I have an entire rubbermaid

tote of books that are looking for a good home.

I’d love to share one of my favorites with you 🙂

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Everyone has secrets. Some are buried deep within, shared only with others who hold a magic key.  

Other secrets simmer right beneath the surface. They bubble, sizzle, and burn you from the inside. All secrets, or knowledge about past, present or future that you keep private compose  your ‘dark side.’ 

This information may make you whimper, cackle hysterically,  and routinely shove it into deeper compartments of your mind when it threatens to surface.  I have quite a hysterical cackle, you should hear it.

This ‘dark side’ isn’t pretty. It’s the ugliest of all the ugly you could imagine. In the same breath, it’s what makes you beautiful.

You could take the information out, piece by piece and process it with a therapist or loved one, and maybe you already have. Maybe it’s something you though you’d made peace with, only to realize that some kind of hatred or anger for yourself has been born because of your ‘dark side.’  I get the most angry with myself  because of situations completely out of my control.

There’s no turning back the clock, no amount of magic mommy kisses that will ever heal certain boo boos.

It’s funny how the things that eat us alive are the things that we keep hidden deep within ourselves. It’s hard to imagine someone else loving those parts of oursevles when we hate them.  The fear of others judging us, hurting us, and leaving us because of our secrets prevents some people from venturing out at all.

My MC in Free Fall  has a secret shared only with her closest friends. Her secret has started to eat away at the inner lining of her soul, so she does the only thing she can.  She gives up trying to have any control over her life at all. She has clipped the tethers that kept her so completely grounded,  and embarked on her free fall. She may get a few bumps and brusies along the way, but that’s what makes her dark side so loveable.

It’s human to have faults. It’s human to make mistakes. It’s also human to get your heart broken, a very important lesson indeed.

What’s hiding on my dark side? I’ll never tell the whole truth, but  miniscule bits and pieces of my dark side find their way into the lives of my fictional characters. People always say to write what you know.


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I am the Queen…

of procrastination. There are some  intriguing distractions, and then there are the gluttonous distractions that keep sucking up all of my precious time. They keep me from editing, writing, cleaning, and best of all, thinking about things I need to get sorted out.

my ten favorite ways to procrastinate are:

1. snuggling– Doesn’t everyone love a good snuggle? I know Porky the Puggle does. Piper Poozle is master snuggler, and very hard to resist. Zoe likes to snuggle, especially when she’s procrastinating a punishment, bedtime or chores.

2. reading– There are so many books to be read! If I don’t keep reading a minimum of one a week I’ll never get to them all.

 3.Facebook stalking- This allows me to live vicariously through others, catch up with friends and family, and secretly stalk you. Just kidding. I’m not really a stalker, ha ha. Ha ha ha.

4. pinterest- Need I say more? Yes, I’ll procrastinate the writing of this blog by talking about pinterest. I’ve picked up so many recipe ideas! I love channeling my inner chef and pretending that I can cook. I love looking at all the craft ideas I want to use for Christmas gifts, but the truth is I’ll probably procrastinate using them.

5. words with friends- I even procrastinate playing my words on this game…sometimes I’ll completely forget for about four days before I remember I have games going. One of my teenage clients asked me if I have ADHD today…I wonder if this is a sign.

6. chocolate- with peanut butter preferably.

7. reading blogs- I like to see what other people have to say about the world, their lives, writing, books, etc. There are so many blogs out there. I feel pretty special that people are actually starting to read mine.

8. girls nights– Yes, I should be doing laundry. Yes, I should be writing. Yes, I should not be drinking empty calories. Girls nights keep me sane, although some may say that girls nights have caused the crazy in me to surface 🙂

9. being silly with my daughters– Who else can I be silly with? I especially enjoy tickle fights and jumping on the trampoline.

10. I’m procrastinating the choosing of my final favorite way to put things off. I especially like to put of making decisions, doing laundry, and any type of confrontation. I prefer to keep the peace and let life flow as is for as long as I can manage.

I would like to thank all those who chose to procrastinate by reading my simple little blog. Now procrastinate further by sharing your favorites.

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It’s my first day off since July 4th. It feels so good to know that the Social Worker hat is stashed away until Monday morning. That’s a bit of a lie. Sometimes I feel as though I have “I’m a Social Worker” tattooed to my forehead. Have you ever gone somewhere and random people tell you their problems or need help? That happens to me all the time. I don’t mind helping out, I just want to know if I’m putting off some kind of vibe that says, “I can help you.”

A beautiful almost six-year-old girl woke me up by jumping into my bed for a snuggle.  We were perfectly content with our snuggle time until Porky the Puggle starting whining to go outside. There was no choice but to let the whiner outside and begin our day. We skipped the Farmer’s Market  which I’m sure to regret later in the week when I have no fresh kale, Calhoun County peaches or red Russian garlic to cook with.

Piper and I decided that the morning wouldn’t be perfect unless we made french toast.  I love cooking with the girls because it gets their creative juices flowing, especially Zoe. She’s always coming up with wild ideas for cupcakes. One day we will try her goat cheese frosting.

I let the girls crack the eggs because that’s their favorite part next to stirring and taste testing. Then they abandoned me and traipsed to the garden to feed the egg shells to the rose bushes. Hopefully the neighbors didn’t mind my pajama clad children screaming at each other before 9am.

Zoe and Piper asked me to blog about their impressions of breakfast. Not only am I trying to inspire them to be healthy cooks, I’m also trying to inspire them to be creative thinkers and writers. It doesn’t take much prodding as they were both born with fantastic imaginations.

“It tastes good, and when you put the syrup and butter both on top it tastes like caramel and icing. I like the taste, it’s so good I could eat all of it. I helped make it. I cracked two eggs and my sister cracked two eggs. Mommy put the secret ingredient in it. It’s delicious!!!” -Piper

“It tastes like a sunrise;  the sun is a pat of butter and the maple syrup is the darkness fading away. It tasted like pure tastiness. I helped make it, I cracked two eggs and fed the shells to the rose bushes. I figured out the secret ingredient, but I’m not telling.”  -Zoe

I realize that this post is way past morning, but the girls and got distracted with other things. They get to spend the night with their Moo-Moo tonight. This mommy gets to have a night out with other grown ups 🙂 I’m excited to get out because it gives me the opportunity to people watch. A lot of the characters I create are born from people watching. You never know who you are going to meet.

I hope everyone had a wonderful morning!

I almost forgot, my nine-year -old is reading the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and wanted me to remind everyone that the answer to everything in the universe is 42.

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A full night’s sleep…what is that exactly? 24 hours in just one day may sound like a ton of time to accomplish things on your to do list. Sure, a ton of time if you don’t partake in sleep. Last night I chose to stay up writing until nearly 1:30am to hammer out the rest of the chapter in Free Fall I was working on. This was after I goofed around reading blogs, writing a blog, and talking to friends on Facebook when I should have been working on my chapter. Truth be told, the creative bug wasn’t biting until around 12:30am, so I wouldn’t have been writing even if I hadn’t been goofing around on the internet.

I started working on this posting about an hour and a half ago. I’ve finally made it to the second paragraph, which is progress in itself. My eyes are heavy, and I find myself dozing off here and there.  My body is craving sleep. My mind keeps trying to convince itself that I have enough energy to write another chapter before I allow myself the comfort of a soft pillow  beneath my head. Mmmmmm….soft pillows. There. I relocated from my couch to my bed where I am relaxing on soft pillows while I continue to compose this post. I would be angry at myself for falling asleep before it’s done, so I will deprive myself a little longer while I finish. I’m sure to be slap happy before I finish, which will lead to some creative juices, I hope.

Ultimately, sleep will always come last in my world. There’s little to no time for writing during a normal day when I must wear the Social Worker hat on top of the mommy hat. Speaking of the mommy hat, I missed it! My girls were gone for three whole nights! I didn’t have anyone to cook for, which is preposterous. I always have people to cook for! Tonight I made homemade pasta sauce. Sauce in a jar can’t compare to homemade. Seriously, try it. You just throw some fresh garlic and olive oil, mushrooms and onions if you desire in a pan. Add in your garden fresh tomatoes, a little basil, salt pepper etc to season it and  let it simmer until you have the perfect sauce. We put ours on rainbow colored pasta because what kids don’t want to eat rainbow pasta? I topped it with slivers of fresh mozzarella and basil from the garden. I wish I had photographed it. You can’t beat beautiful and delicious.

So after a day as Social Worker, mommy and master chef comes a night of writing. I’ll have plenty of time to sleep when I’m finished with Free Fall.  Ohhh, but then I could finish Purgatory, Overeater Anonymous, Finding Forgiveness, and My Musical Life. I’ll have plenty of time to sleep when I’m dead. For now, I choose to write.

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Don’t get me wrong, Rockstar Energy Drinks are a wonderful gift to humankind. It can’t get much better than a delicious beverage jam packed with ingredients to inspire a perfect burst of energy. My personal favorite is the old standby, sugar free.

Maybe it would have been an adequate breakfast choice if I hadn’t already been so sleep deprived. It all started with the weekend, I was on call for my real grown up job, and sleep was scarce. It wasn’t too crazy of a weekend, but whenever I have the on call phone I tend to wake up every hour and look at the phone to make sure I haven’t slept through any calls. I was out on a call until about 12:40am this morning, and still made it to the office by 7:30am this morning, armed and ready with a refreshing, ice cold Rockstar.

I was actually pretty slap happy prior to consuming  said  Rockstar.  I probably could have waited a couple hours before really needing the extra energy boost, but I had an important staffing followed by a two and a half hour drive to visit clients ahead of me.  Long story short, I wanted to make sure I didn’t fall asleep on the road.

10 Reasons why drinking a sugar free rockstar for breakfast was a bad idea

  1. the energy boost eliminated my slap happy good naturedness…resulting in crabbiness
  2.  rockstar is a beverage, not food
  3. things rarely go as scheduled in my grown up work world…so I didn’t have time for my mid-morning snack
  4. which meant that I started getting jittery…in my important 10:40am staffing
  5. to the point where my leg was shaking…you know, like a dog kicks their leg when they are dreaming
  6. I rushed to the gas station to fill up before my road trip….my jittery leg kicking self  took my expired debit card in to pay for my gas. I had to run back to my car, get my new debit card, and try not to blush or pass out while I paid for my gas
  7. I didn’t get to eat my rabbit food (tomato, cucumber and lettuce stuffed pita) until after 12:40pm
  8. Once the jitters subsided I started to get a little slap happy again
  9. which led to singing and dancing very animatedly (is that a word?) on the highway…you’ve all seen that person drive past you…you’ve laughed, you’ve pointed, you’ve been secretly jealous that you aren’t cool enough to dance and sing so well
  10. I was inspired to write a blog about my adventures, but I was jittery again. Do you know how hard it is to write notes to yourself via an app on your android phone when you are driving on the highway? Then I got more ideas, but I dropped my phone.

My creativity was quickly sucked up into the black hole of  my sleep deprived brain. I’m blaming the rockstar.

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