I’m a lifelong fan of Michael Jackson. Have been for years. I love MJ so much, I even introduced him to my son, who’s still trying to grasp why he looked one way in one year (Thriller) but completely different in another year (This Is It). I’ll explain it to him when he’s old enough.
Never mind my parenting duties, as much of a fan I am of MJ’s, I
Category: Mommy Commentary
Over the weekend, my puppy, Shorty, died.
He was 14 years old and was in poor health for a short while. He had a series of seizures and my mom finally took him to the clinic where the vet confirmed the seizures were actually heart attacks and Shorty had cognitive heart failure. She gave my mom medication and I hoped that would've extended his life.
They found him dead in his
It's story time, y'all.
Recently, I was called into jury duty. Being a working at-home mother (I write books in addition to being an influencer), I simply couldn't do it. I sent the notice back telling the great people of LA County why I couldn't serve on the jury.
A few months passed, and I received another notice from them: I was called in again and my "excuse" of being an
I am very fortunate to live near the Rose Bowl and the Rose Parade. While I didn't get to see the parade in person this year (we entered a lottery for tickets and sadly weren't chosen), I was able to go view the floats the day after. I took Bear with me so he could experience seeing the floats like he did on TV.
If you ever come to Pasadena
Maks has been trying to get me to go to a gun range for years. I say somewhere between when we were first married to well, now. So yeah, since we've been together almost 10 years, I say he's been trying for a while.
After the recent break-in, Maks was very insistent I knew how to shoot a gun. We currently have a rifle in our home, but it's not
No, that is not a bait-click title. We were robbed.
Sometime when I went to Costco yesterday and was gone for a mere 3 hours, we were robbed. The crackheads (I'll get to why we feel that way) stole two iPads (both Bear's) and ten dollars in petty cash.
Now, it's story time:
I went to Costco and made a last dash at Toys R Us for early birthday/Christmas gifts for Bear.
I honestly I don't care about royal weddings.
It's not a race thing. I simply don't care too much about royalty. I don't care what causes they do, how many kids they have, or what fashion statements they make.
Nothing against royalty, but it's like either you like them, or you don't care. I don't think I ever encountered anyone who's hated them. I think the only time I was ever affected
I need to make this very clear before I continue with this blog post:
I don't like Donald Trump.
In fact, I've never liked him.
And I probably never will.
I didn't vote for him.
I try very hard not to pay any attention to him. It's hard since he makes the news every single night.
I honestly think he's an embarrassment to the United States and the world.
That being said, when he made this
Okay, that title is being hella dramatic but bear with me here.
I get iffy about Mother's Day. I still have a mother here and I'm one myself. But I always feel there's someone missing. For those new to my blog, I lost our first son, Ethan, several years ago due to incompetent cervix and subsequent premature birth. He lived for two hours.
Ever since his untimely passing, I feel a
So, we recently moved. Yeah. I didn't mention it at all on this blog because well, it was hella short notice and honestly speaking, we're still moving. We moved from our wonderful neighborhood of Highland Park to nearby neighboring Pasadena. Not a bad shake!
I can't get into details about said move other than the new owners of our rent-controlled apartment had a vision that didn't include the current residents.