Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Repost: Phillies Party 2011

I am reposting this blog post #1 because baseball is awesome and it is one of my favorite posts and #2 Fanatics reached out to me asking if I would be interested in telling a fun baseball story. 

Every year my dad throws a big Phillies party.

He very well might be their biggest fan.

The party is awesome. There are door prizes, trivia prizes, grand prizes. I heart prizes.
This year he rented a wedding tent to hold the event. Legit.

Before we get started I need to clear some things up. We live in SOUTH Jersey, we are fans of Philadelphia Sports teams. We are not from NORTH Jersey (eww), and are not fans of NY teams. K, carry on.
Next year I am demanding a dance floor. The TV and DJ booth.
Phillies Pretzels.Opening Remarks by my dad.
Yep, full uniform and black out under the eyes. Big Fan I tell ya.
National Anthem performed by my superstar cuz.
Grant and Uncle Scotty
First Award of the Night.. Phillies girl of the year.
She went to opening day and made all the signs.
This award was closely followed by my first Phillies Party Award.
"Most Improved Phillies Fan"
I studied my stats this year and don't think I missed a game.
My trophy is proudly displayed in our office.

These 2 are the cutest.
Baby Adalyn
Uncle Frank & Scott
The beer was plentiful
Chewy Louie
Let's score some runs Phils
Ok- these next pictures need some explanation or they are just plain weird.

Let me set the scene: Ryan Howard was up to bat and the Phillies were losing.

My brother Scott: "If Howard goes deep here, I am streaking to Big Pete's (my parents neighbor) house."

Well, Howard went deep. And put the Phillies in the lead.

He left his boxers on, there were children present.
So funny.
I also love my grandmom's face in these pictures.
She was clearly pumped about the homer.
7th Inning Stretch. DJ played "Proud to be an American."
My pretty cousin and her bf.
Prize time
The most coveted award every year is "Fan of the Year"
This title earns you a front row seat at the party in a big cushy recliner and obviously pride.
This year it went to my brother Scott.

The fans reactions
Along with some real prizes, Scott got toilet paper and a plunger. He has toilet clogging issues.
Such a fun night.
Everyone left with a prize.
Some of the good ones this year were coolers, grills, and beer buckets.

I love my crazy family.
Can't wait til next year.

Go Phils!

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014


On most days I am in straight up survival mode.  Which frightens me, because I am barely surviving and we are about to add +1 to the mix.

My day starts at 4:30.  No one should have to wake up at that hour unless you are catching a plane to Fiji, or somewhere equally awesome.  I get ready, pack lunches, stare at the coffee and wish I wasn't that annoying pregnant lady who won't drink caffeine.  I am out the door by 6.

I work all day, each day thinking of a way to become independently wealthly, so far I got nothing.

I like working and I think that I would be a borderline terrible stay-at-home mom.  That shit is hard.  But I also think moms deserve to be with their babies....When I figure out how to work out this internal dilemma that nags me everyday, I will let you know.

I get home @ 4.  My homecoming is something magical.  I am one popular lady.  People want to touch me, hug me, pet me, I am basically's awesome.  I quickly change out of my work clothes and start dinner.

I have been menu planning, which helps.  What would help more, is if someone would make it for me.  It is no easy task breading chicken, holding a one year, with a 2 year at your feet while being 6 months pregnant. All I want to do is sit on the floor and play cars, or read stories, or be tortured and poked.  My babies need me, they want my attention, but people need to be fed.

In between making dinner, there is some play time...and after dinner we play hard!  Baths at 6:30 and bedtime wraps up around 7:15.  I usually crawl into bed soon after and fall asleep embarrassingly early.

I have learned a few tricks to make my busy life a bit easier.  First of all, I have a cleaning crew.  These bitches are amazing.  I have given up getting manicures, pedicures, and other random expenses to justify the cost.  It is worth it and it is really affordable.  To think that I used to spend 5 precious hours on my day off cleaning my house is just absurd.

The second thing I do is order my groceries online.  This too is amazing.  I pick them up on Saturday mornings (although they deliver for the extra lazy days).  They bag them beautifully, call me if something is out, and choose the best produce.  Whenever I see my shop from home ladies I have to stop myself from kissing them on the lips.  That's how much I love them.  If you have ever gone grocery shopping with kids or contemplated shoving your boob in someone's mouth to make them stop crying in the cereal aisle, then you would understand my love.  There is a 10 dollar shopping free, but I almost always utilize the 10 dollar off promo code or have 10 dollars worth of coupons.

The third thing I will do in a few months is drink wine, and margarita's, and beer, and anything else I can get my hands on!

That's how I survive the crazy working mom life.  If you have any other tips (Lord knows I need them), please share!

Playtime while dinner is on the stove! Serious fire hazard, but we're rebels like that. 

Sometimes you just have to order pizza for dinner and make time for the park.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Losing Yourself

I have mentioned before that being a mom is the one (and only) thing that I feel like I am good at.  I feel like I have waited my whole life to do this job.  Sure there are days when I am an absolute failure, but for the most part I am really good at loving my kids.

Because I have thrown myself completely into being a mom, I am a little nervous that I don't know who I am anymore.  I love my life as a mom, I am happy doing any activity with my children, and I do not care that I rarely get "me" time.  I am okay with the fact that there are little people with me in the bathroom, and that someone usually hijacks my shower, and that I fall asleep soon after I put my kids to bed.  But, in the rare moment that I do get to sneak out by myself or with my husband, I admit I do not know how to relax.  I feel like I only know how to be a mom and I can only relax (which is not really relaxing at all) when my children are around me.  It's my comfort.  It's what feels right.

I realize I have serious issues and may need to be medicated.  But in my surveying of real moms of all ages, I get very real, very relatable feedback.  My own mom says that when we all went away to college, she felt like she had no more purpose in life.  I assured her that her purpose was adding money to our accounts and worrying about us all hours of the night, which I know made her feel better.

I know it is not normal to be in BJ's alone and hear a child call for their mom and pratically rush to run home to my kids.  Or to be out to dinner and physically not be able to relax because my children are at home without me.  Some of it is working mom guilt..I don't see my babies before I leave for work and the night flies by. Some of it is straight up crazy!

I am going to start focusing on what makes me happy, I am going think about what  I liked to do before I had kids, I am going to think about what I can do to help me relax (the sober pregnant life isn't helping!).  I know this will be a hard transition, mostly because I am resistant to it, and doing what I like makes me feel uncomfortable and even more guilty.

I guess no one said this was going to be easy, but they did say it was worth it. And they are are...most of the time!

Monday, February 3, 2014

The state of education..a bitch session.

I am not one to get all political.  In fact, for the most part, politics bore me to tears.  I am a bit ashamed to admit that in my younger days I used to vote for whoever had the better looking kids.  I don't usually have all the facts on political candidates, but from what I see, I notice a lot of corruption. Is it really so hard to make correct moral decisions?  Really, who raised these people?!

Anyway, as a school administrator I have always made myself the promise that I will never forget where I came from.  Meaning, I am first and foremost an educator, a teacher.  That is what I signed up for.  I signed up to teach kids, to make decisions in the best interest of my kids.  And yes, they are my kids.  I feel like this way of thinking will always keep me grounded and keep my marriage to a teacher happier.

Two things have been annoying the piss out of me and I need to address them.  Standardized state assessments and Chris Christie.

I recently went to a workshop on the PARCC (a state standardized test that 18 states thus far have adopted).  What I learned at this workshop....The PARCC is designed to eff our students.  I don't know a lot about math, I only taught second grade math, so anything harder than that and I'm out.  But what I do know is that you are supposed to get the correct answer..right? Wrong.  In PARCC you can absolutely compute the correct answer, but still earn zero points if you do not explain the answer in PARCC terms.  In language arts, a question comes up about who was the first president.  If I asked my third graders this and they answered George Washington, they are getting high fives.  On PARCC they are getting the question wrong.  Because of the 4 answer choices (G. Washington, General Washington, Martha Washington's husband, and Commander of the continental army) (yes, they are all correct), but the best correct answer is D).  WTF?

Also, on PARCC students are no longer allowed to answer a writing prompt with made up details.  Students know have to use real evidence of life events to answer the questions.  Basically, we have to teach our students to go from being liars, to really good liars when writing.

With all that being said, my children and yours will do fine on the PARCC assessment.  Because my children and your children have been exposed to literature as toddlers, have sat down and had conversations as a family each night at dinner, have traveled, have been to museums and local libraries, and have had positive life experiences.  But the children I have taught, they have not.  They are limited in their background knowledge.  When asked to write they write about the Family Dollar in their small town and "the village"where they live (subsidized housing units).  That's it.  That is their life experiences.  So unlike NCLB (no child left behind) we are certainly leaving these children behind because the Family Dollar story is not earning proficiency on this assessment.

So what should we do Mr. Christie?  We should stay in school longer each day and lengthen the school year you say?  Ok, good idea.  But the students where I used to teach are in school from 7am until 6pm thanks to additional programs.  And where I work now the majority of students are in school from 7:05 to 3:30.  Also, Mr Christie, our teachers....they are really good.  They work really hard each day teaching, instructing, and reteaching.  They go home and talk to their spouses about what they could do better to reach those students who just didn't get it today.  In my time as a teacher (and I know many other can also say this), there were some days that I unfortunately had to teach less..why, because I was being a parent, a counselor, eating lunch with a student, wiping tears away, washing dirty clothes during my prep at the local laundry mat, or shampooing and braiding a little girls hair in the nurses office because she was being made fun of.  I have shopped for and delivered Christmas presents, bought food for my students, and spent time with my students doing fun things on the weekend.  Why, because I felt it was part of my job...maybe you could say I was building background knowledge.

This rant and yes it is a rant, I am angry...came about when I read a recent article in the press about the mother of two little boys in a local school system who was murdered because she was snitch.  She was murdered with a crackpipe in one hand and a lighter in the other.  So I ask you Mr. Christie, how much longer should our school day and school year be to reach the little boys of the murdered mother?  

A longer school day is not the answer.  Standardized tests, are not the answer.   Teachers are hard to bring down, because I believe most of them do what they do for a reason.  But eventually if you beat a person down enough, they loose the fight in them. Yes, I understand the reasoning behind Christie's decisions that we need to increasingly pay more for our benefits, I get it, it is fair...but there are far more decisions that I do not understand the reasoning behind.  Instead of the constant negative attention you are bringing to teachers how about a little pat on the back.  Mr. Christie, didn't you ever hear that you are supposed to end a negative feedback conversation with something positive or do they only teach that in teacher school?

Monday, January 27, 2014

Round three...

I apparently like to get pregnant consistently every 9 months.  I'm type A like that.  We are happy and scared shitless to be having another baby this July.  If you are the praying type, throw a few up for us!

We can't wait to meet the little nugget who will complete (yes, this is it) our family!

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Happy Birthday Sweet Boy!

My baby is one.  The little boy who changed me.   The little boy who made me calmer, who made me slow down, who made pray harder, who changed the person I am.  


When I found out I was pregnant with you, I cried so hard.  I thought how could I possibly love another child like I love your brother.  How could I raise two babies?! I was a ball of stress, full of anxiety, and doubted my ability as a mother.  Then on January 14, 2013, I laid eyes on the most beautiful blonde haired, red  faced, screaming baby boy and fell in love.  My love for you was immediate and grows each and every day.  I tell you everyday how sweet you are, how perfect you are, how happy you make me.  You have truly made me a better person.  Your simple smile is a daily reminder for me to relax, to focus on the good and forget about the hard times, and to cherish my babies.

When I first brought you home from the hospital, I kept hearing this song.  I would sing it to you as we rocked and we danced in your room whenever I heard it.  It will always be our song.

I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

But more than anything, more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.

But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

This is my wish
I hope you know somebody loves you
May all your dreams stay big

I wish all of this for you and so much more.  Thank you baby boy for making my heart grow bigger than I ever thought it could.  I love you so very much!