Mama Bear.... Yes, I am THAT Mom

The Mama Bear in me just came out.... What was I supposed to do?  Stand by and just watch?  With my mouth shut?  Good question, right?

Where do we as mothers draw the line?  Yesterday my daughter stood defending her Goalie Box with all her might... pounced on a soccer ball shot purposefully in her direction... throwing her body directly on top of that ball... covering it with her slim Eight Year Old body.  You would think that would be it..SAVE!  nope.... The other team went after that ball that sat under my child's tiny tummy... a ball she had successfully secured and gained in her possession... kicking her... getting one good kick at her chin... leaving her red marked and jarred her eight year old self.... and got the ball out of from under her and they scored... THEN THE WHISTLE... ??? Yes folks, THEN the whistle.  

You can be darn sure this Mama Bear was not sitting hushed mouth from the sidelines.  No... I was not. We are supposed to be though...  yup... We are.  Not supposed say a word... So my Husband "The Manager" tells me.... Don't want to rustle and Ref's Feathers... As I sat there with STEAM pouring out of my ears.  That official watched as the other team kicked and kicked my eight year old in the stomach and face...after she was in the safety of her box and gained possession of the ball... and wouldn't blow his whistle.... and I am supposed to sit quiet?  She has gained possession of the ball and his job is to protect her and I am supposed to sit quiet.... no... nope... Mama Bear came out to play... 

I started to yell at the Ref... The coaches came running... The Official did NOTHING...  This happened four more times to my eight year old during this game.  FOUR MORE TIMES....  after she had gained possession of the ball... again, allowing the other team to kick the ball out from under her or out of her grip.. four more times... several more body parts... no whistle....  

My child is bruised... my child is sore... but the one thing my child is not... Afraid.  I am so proud of her!  She is so excited to get back into that box!  Even after that game.  Even after that experience.  Which, you can bet your coffee drinking behind I went and complained to THE most official person at the tournament I could... and he got the biggest earful  a mother could give. And of course I made sure to do it in front of the other team and all of their parents.... As I explained how obnoxious, rough and what poor sports they were to go after the goalie... Kicking her in the face, the knees, the stomach, the wrists... all after she had already gained possession of the ball.. and the fact that the Ref's job is to protect the Goalie... not stand back and watch as the other team kicks the heck out of her as she lays on top of the ball.  Yes, I am THAT mom and DAMN Proud of it....  

A Curly Chameleon

I've been a Blondie...


Gone RAVEN Black...


Even had a few Zebra Stripes.... lol...


Tried to go with a hint of Red...
but looked like a funny Auburn instead...


But can you believe this was me at Three?


And I have no idea what color my hair should actually be!



Think it might be time to go blonde.... Growing back the curls too people watch out!!!!  It's time for some BIG HAIR!!!!! Big Blonde CURLY Hair I think!

Let Me Add Another Time Suck To Your Plate

So I thought I would share one of my fabulous finds... one I stumbled upon when I was lost on one of my magic mystery tours of Pinterest.. and just fell in love (and found myself another time suck!).  Well, with all of you crafters and PIN-lovers out there -I just have to share!


There is this amazing site- Save-on-crafts  that is just so amazingly addicting!  When you go on there you will get lost with all the endless possibilities.... all of your pins will somehow seem POSSIBLE!  You have to check it out!  You will feel like you are the Wonder Woman of Crafters and have to purchase this stuff.... I have filled my shopping cart and am ready to cash out


Here are a few of the ideas they have posted with their selection of  Inspirational Ideas- it's like Shopping and Pinterest all in one!


(All of these photos are from their website- http://www.save-on-crafts.com/)

There is a whole tutorial on how to make these amazing topiaries!

And all you wine lovers out there- save those corks because there's a tutorial for this fun wreathe!


AND there are recipes!  I am just gonna copy and paste that sucker!

Ted's Mulled Wine:

Pour two bottles of red wine into a saucepan. Slice two oranges and add these to the saucepan, along with eight cloves, one cinnamon stick and four tablespoons of brown sugar. Simmer for at least 10 minutes making sure you do not boil the mixture. Sprinkle with nutmeg before serving.

Some people like to add some water to the mixture and others, like myself, like to add a splash of Cointreau. - Excerpt from The Flower Shop Christmas by Sally Page.

....So, let me just add another "Time Suck" to your plate... head on over and check it out... I promise you will be so engrossed you will lose total track of time and YOU TOO will take a magic mystery tour... Just thank Pinterest...

TO BUS OR NOT TO BUS.... THAT IS THE QUESTION (... and where did I put my coffee?)

Well, there is nothing like belting out Hey There Dhalila  with your overly enthusiastic and wide eyed tweens as you drive them to school in a mad dash of rush hour traffic on a mere four hours of sleep to brighten your lackluster morning.  No, that wasn't sarcasm, that was utter sincerity.  I seem to have forgotten how a slow start of fun and Tom Foolery can make the morning a bit easier.

I used to purposefully outright just dang straight ignore the big yellow beast that is the school bus in the morning.  I learned it brought on too much unneeded stress brought on by the game of Beat The Clock.   I am just not good at that game....not at 8:10 in the morning on a day that is colder than a witch's... well... I'm just not.

Today, we all woke just that little bit slower.... a little bit groggier.... wishing and wanting  for ten minutes... heck who am I kidding? Ten HOURS more.   It didn't help that last night The Bean came down with fears of dreaded anticipation about the Antagonist in the book she is reading and fell asleep on the sofa... and of course my awesome antics of Fribro came out to play and insomnia hit me hard with what felt like a chipmunk drinking several cups of espresso.... leading me to watch clip after clip of the Reality Horror Show that is The SHAHS OF SUNSET.  Someone please explain to me what it is about this train wreck of a show that just keeps me coming for more?  I think I need to seek professional help?  Maybe it's Mike's teeth... they are like hypnotic or something.... which leads me to my pillow at almost 3 A.M..

This morning's 7 o'clock wake up call hit us all pretty hard... we all just couldn't get our acts together... and you wonder why?  So the brilliant mother, with less than four hours of sleep made the executive decision to put her children in the car and drive them to school.... hmmmmmmmm.... Looking back on that....

Perhaps the bus might be a better plan?

Intensity

Intensity by stacey-yecats featuring a haircare

Vivienne w/ No Regret

Vivienne w/ No Regret by stacey-yecats featuring nars cosmetics

Pensive

Pensive by stacey-yecats on Polyvore

Tea Party

Tea Party by stacey-yecats on Polyvore

A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love by stacey-yecats on Polyvore

So, this is what has drawn me away from my blogging.  I am  obsessed with the creative process.  I used to spend hours upon hours in my own world drawing, painting, doodling... creating.   I am finally back at it and am finding myself drawn into my own little world and loving it.   I think I finally know what I want to be when I grow up.... and it all comes back to what I wanted to be growing up... an artist.  This is what I find joy in- outside of my day to day and the joy of my life as wife and mother... this is what I want to do... create.   

Reality