tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29773337052580132302024-02-06T20:05:15.659-08:00The Illuminated BridgeA blog about the bridges of life, learning things that help you cross over incidents in your life, loving and learning to be a parent, and lauging at yourself.
**Living with her**Loving her**Laughing with her**Learning from her**Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-58492537896976544162010-03-23T13:50:00.000-07:002010-03-23T13:50:05.108-07:00The will of a child...I used to look down upon the parent's of children who were not potty trained by 3, and now look at me I have a 3 year old that isn't potty trained...maybe God is trying to teach me something here, not to be so judgmental comes to mind...ugh but it is so frustrating, I thought for sure my child would be potty trained at 2, well before her 3 year birthday, alas, this is not the case. I have tried everything one can think of, I began with an Elmo potty chair, because at the time Elmo was her favorite, I've posted sticker charts in the bathroom, I've given potty prizes, enticed her with a trip to Disneyland, bought her favorite character panties, given her candy....nothing has worked...at this point I'm just stuck. The will of a child is like none other that's for sure, when she was a baby things were soooo much easier b/c I made the choices for her, and now she is beginning to make her own choices, like when she wants to use the potty and when she doesn't. Her daycare teachers assure me it's normal, that she is ahead of most kids in her class, but that she will go when she's ready....well when is that? She's 3!! and she looks like she's 4 because she's so tall! We've made progress, but I was thinking we would be done by now, guess I was thinking wrong.....the will of a child is like none other and knowing that she is my child makes it stronger then ever.....Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-76517321232377175162010-02-17T09:43:00.000-08:002010-02-17T09:43:05.085-08:00Disneyland = Birth ControlSo we all grow up with the "American Dream" shoved down our throats of that perfect house with the white picket fence, a dog, and 2.5 children, family vacations to the Grand Canyon, the beach, and of course Disneyland/Disneyworld.....I on the other hand do everything backwards....I got married, got divorced, had a child, became a single parent, then got a career, got a dog and I am thinking about buying that little perfect house... I know you should do it the other way around but hey I am one that tries to re-invent the wheel or as my mother has said "do things the hard way". I reply "that's how you learn, by experiencing". I have always wanted 2-3 children, my daughter has brought so much joy into my life I would love 10 of her.....BUT then I went to Disneyland...not just for a day like last year for her birthday, but for an entire weekend. I've never seen my daughter act the way she did at the "most magical place on earth". She was possessed, crazy, whiny, crying, 2 going on 15, she didn't want to listen, nothing worked, threatening to go back to the hotel, threatening to go home, time-outs, prizes, and yes I even said I was going to call my mother--that didn't even work....NOTHING! She was like nothing I have ever seen...don't get me wrong we had a blast, but I'm content with just one of her now. I love her but I don't think I could handle another one. She even got upset that she couldn't go on a water ride that she was 3 inches short for, really? I was like you are two!!! Even if you were tall enough, that ride is way too crazy! She has no fear though (like her father), no reasoning... as I remind her that she is two, I also have to remind myself of that fact, she is only two, she has no reasoning. The long and short of it....if you want more kids, go to Disneyland...even if you don't have one child now, just listen to the parents as you are walking around the park arguing with their kids, yelling at them, exhausted, exasperated....and I promise you will think twice. My mother would be proud, although I'm sure she would like more grandchildren, she will be happy to know they won't be in the near future and I am doing things the "right way", waiting. One is more than enough for now, maybe ever....Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-31325431856774236842010-02-08T10:02:00.000-08:002010-02-08T10:02:15.300-08:00books books and more booksSo i finished "The Help" and cried, yes I cried. I don't think I've ever had a book make me cry before, sure movies do once and awhile, but I literally did not want to leave these characters. I wanted to start the book over....you need to run out and get this book!!! So since I'm on a reading binge lately I'm currently onto "Game Change", yes political but intriguing! Everyone has been sold out of this book so I was forced to buy it on ebay, but so far well worth it! Bria is doing great, I cannot believe she is going to be 3 on the 20th...crazy how time flies!!! Taking her to Disneyland again this year for her birthday, yes she is spoiled rotten!!! Will write soon again, have been super busy!!!Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-72336276834023393152010-01-21T15:15:00.000-08:002010-01-21T15:15:16.627-08:00"Do you want me to call....."So my daughter is becoming more and more a handful these days, more understanding things, copying and imitating, forming her own self. It can be exasperating sometimes, she's very confident, pushy at times, she has even told me I'm not the boss...ha ha yeah ok little miss 2 year old. The other night she was so wound up, wouldn't lay down to watch her cartoons before bed (that's what we do a 1/2 hour before bed time to "wind down") nothing was working, so I had to pull out the "Do you want me to call Yanna (my mother) and tell her you're not listening, because she will be very upset". My daughter's eyes got real big and she shook her head no and laid down and watched cartoons and went to bed like an angel. Wow, now I have to threaten to call my mother...my mom is going to love this!!! Guess what mom, my daughter won't listen to me unless I tell her I'm going to call you, oh and I also told her my Mom's cat, Samson, would be sad that she wasn't listening, so a cat has more control over my daughter then I do these days....lovely. Maybe I should tell her Samson and Yanna will be disappointed if she won't go on the potty...hey if it works I'm going to use it!!!Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-44151665807235111342010-01-21T15:03:00.000-08:002010-01-21T15:03:47.836-08:00The Help by Kathryn Stockett...read it!!!I cannot put this book down, from the moment my daughter falls asleep until I fall asleep, book in hand, I am hooked to this wonderful novel about 3 women in Mississippi in the 60's; Miss Skeeter, Abileen, and Minny. You will fall in love with these characters, wanting to know more and more.<br />
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Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter has just returned home after graduating from Ole Miss. She may have a degree, but it is 1962, Mississippi, and her mother will not be happy till Skeeter has a ring on her finger. Skeeter would normally find solace with her beloved maid Constantine, the woman who raised her, but Constantine has disappeared and no one will tell Skeeter where she has gone.<br />
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Aibileen is a black maid, a wise, regal woman raising her seventeenth white child. Something has shifted inside her after the loss of her own son, who died while his bosses looked the other way. She is devoted to the little girl she looks after, though she knows both their hearts may be broken.<br />
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Minny, Aibileen’s best friend, is short, fat, and perhaps the sassiest woman in Mississippi. She can cook like nobody’s business, but she can’t mind her tongue, so she’s lost yet another job. Minny finally finds a position working for someone too new to town to know her reputation. But her new boss has secrets of her own.<br />
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Seemingly as different from one another as can be, these women will nonetheless come together for a clandestine project that will put them all at risk. And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.<br />
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In pitch-perfect voices, Kathryn Stockett creates three extraordinary women whose determination to start a movement of their own forever changes a town, and the way women — mothers, daughters, caregivers, friends — view one another. A deeply moving novel filled with poignancy, humor, and hope, <i>The Help</i> is a timeless and universal story about the lines we abide by, and the ones we don't. (Book summary from Bookbrowse.com)<br />
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I'm not done with this book yet but I can tell you I'm not looking forward to it ending, I mean I want to know what happens but I don't want it to end. Abileen talks to Minny in her kitchen and talks about how there aren't really lines in life, they are made up in our heads, lines between husband and wife, lines between employer and employee, so true!! I mean we all have boundaries, but they are ones we creat and our reactions to what we've created and what others have put up. If you haven't read this, pick it up!! <br />
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</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-81342922835933843232010-01-15T09:14:00.000-08:002010-01-15T09:14:47.955-08:00workout dvd---a bit corny!!!So I finally received Skinny Bitch Boot Camp, I love the work out, it left me out of breath and I felt great after, however how corny can you get???? I mean i guess if you've read the book you know that it's a no nonsense, tough love, in your face kind of book, but the women that created this in video, corny!!! Bitch this, bitch that, slapping asses ('im not kidding), so after the first run of this I couldnt' stand it, nor could I allow my two year old to hear all of this, so last night I turned the volume down and turned my music up, it worked, great workout, I totally recommend it!!! The eating part, I'm getting there, i indulge in ice cream a bit and still once a week dive into a few slices of pizza, but every other day I've been eating salad, homemade everything!! Yesterday i made homemade chicken noodle soup! Yummy!! and I have to say I do feel better!! Hopefully I can keep this up! I miss you Starbucks, but you were taking money out of my wallet and adding pounds to my ass, so we have quite the love hate relationship, I can only see you once a week now, you'll have to understand!Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-75874310572867907712010-01-05T14:12:00.000-08:002010-01-05T14:12:41.761-08:00The Holidays...over it!!!Finally done with the travelling, gift giving/receiving, over indulgence in food, shopping...etc. I love the holidays and I absolutely adore my family, but I am exhausted!!! My daughter and I headed back east for the holidays, through snow, wind and family we made it, she is quite the little two year old trooper! Of course you cannot travel without some reading materials, i blew through John Grisham's Ford County, not my favorite of his, but a nice collection of short stories, I felt like just as I got into the story there was an abrupt ending to it. I read The new Elle Decore and Food & Wine, both staples in my house and my new bible to live by "Skinny Bitch" Love it Love it Love it.....I am seriously considering becoming vegetarian...It's a huge decision though, I went through a phase of it when I was about 11, but now thinking about how much meat is apart of my life completely grosses me out!! If you haven't read this ( I know it's been out for awhile and I am behind the curve on this one) you have to read it!! I normally don't fall into these type of books but after I read this I ordered "Skinny Bitch in the Kitch" and the "Skinny Bitch Boot Camp" DVD. See I told you I was obsessed. I think what I like about it the most is it's not just a diet book, it's a way of living, and it gives it to you straight, no nonsense and tells you informative information that's not boring, like about the FDA and USDA and all the other dumb diets people go on, why they are unhealthy. This just basically says if you eat healthier (gives you reasons why you should) you will feel and look better. I'm doing it this year, I have totally fallen off the band wagon, I used to not drink soda, not eat fast food and I have become lazy and it's a vicious cycle b/c I'm eating like crap I feel like crap and I'm tired all the time and don't feel like doing anything! Go figure....<br />
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I began this walk knowing how horrible this disease is because I have witnessed what it can do up close. Opening Ceremony in Gilbert, AZ, I was filled with excitement and nervousness, ready to embark on this journey with my teammate, Tina. Through the cold nights camping, warm mobile showers, wonderful people, inspiring and unforgettable moments, these 3 days changed my life. <br />
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I ended this walk knowing that what we did for these 3 days echoed loudly between the mountains in Arizona of our commitment to finding a cure and stopping this disease. Walking through victory lane and onto closing ceremony holding my sneaker up with one arm for the survivors and holding my beautiful daughter in my other arm, I also walked for her. This is only the beginning of my journey to help find a cure for breast cancer. I will meet this challenge again crewing for the 2010 3- Day in San Diego, CA. <br />
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Thank you for your generous donation to Susan G Komen For The Cure. Your gift helped save lives and continue research for breast cancer; for at one time in our life it will effect someone we know. <br />
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This is what I put in my thank you notes to my donors....The 3 days were so amazing, I cannot put into words how it made me feel. It was so inspiring and made me want to do so much more...if you or anyone want to do the 3-day in San Diego in November 2010 and crew let me know! My teammate Tina and I have already signed up!<br />
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</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-2785794542021265532009-11-10T14:43:00.000-08:002009-11-10T14:43:57.335-08:00BookCrossing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHqNlvm_O08sDd-iM6uDWj3eDZ8AsW4HtWskIh6bYXed_ekZIJ3FG0HOP3jUvuLEyjE8X_RMhxBu0tWRjTUj0R4i8dCSFUwS3PVIE-fZ49e7JDAbF2C0btOrWrU4hMSBITcmhwR3NWNE/s1600-h/murder+on+k+street.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHqNlvm_O08sDd-iM6uDWj3eDZ8AsW4HtWskIh6bYXed_ekZIJ3FG0HOP3jUvuLEyjE8X_RMhxBu0tWRjTUj0R4i8dCSFUwS3PVIE-fZ49e7JDAbF2C0btOrWrU4hMSBITcmhwR3NWNE/s320/murder+on+k+street.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>So because of today's blogger of note <a href="http://www.erikajean.com/">Erika Jean. A Self Titled Nonsense Blog</a> I came across <a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/">Post Crossing</a> which is way cool which then lead me to <a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/">Book Crossing</a> which is the coolest thing I have seen in a long time, I was going to say "ever" but that's a little overdoing it. The idea is to register a book on their site and then leave it somewhere with the book id they give you and their site address and someone will read it and go on the site and let you know they have your book. You can also go "hunting" for books in your area or wherever you travel to, I am leaving a book tomorrow in Chandler, AZ at Starbucks at Ray Rd. and the 101, I know silly, but I am very excited about my first bookcrossing moment. I will let you know how this goes as time goes on and how the postcrossing one goes, that one seems pretty cool as well. I have to find a cool postcard to send to my first address I got today. Erika Jean whoever you are, you rock!! Check out her blog!Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-44786718394448588862009-11-09T11:05:00.000-08:002009-11-09T15:12:03.756-08:00My life now....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV61VHJYoHdqgBEtSA_HUulb9BAKd2h2ae5sJcHoia6gmz9jAHvJa4hhcr5ft8fm9j5ISOx6QOqX4AYd9aXPQCGTDLSNci-G14vlRUG4T0Na-OSbsjtNnp3xG8zvHKCDLUNsknFez7alc/s1600-h/barbie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV61VHJYoHdqgBEtSA_HUulb9BAKd2h2ae5sJcHoia6gmz9jAHvJa4hhcr5ft8fm9j5ISOx6QOqX4AYd9aXPQCGTDLSNci-G14vlRUG4T0Na-OSbsjtNnp3xG8zvHKCDLUNsknFez7alc/s320/barbie.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So as the weekend was winding down and I put the little one to bed, I was doing wash and straightening up the house. I went for something in the fridge and just laughed when I saw my daughter's barbie sticking in the handle....why did she put it there?, I don't know, but this is my life now....last week this exact barbie was behind the door in my bathroom, looks like she gets around. Is my two year old doing this on purpose? Again, I don't know, but this is my life now. I often think about how nice it would be to work out whenever I wanted to, travel, go out with friends, but when you have a two year old and you are a single mom, those things rarely happen because this is my life now, a two year old runs it, but I couldn't love it more, honestly I know you're supposed to say that...but seriously when we went to yard sales this weekend and she was walking down the sidewalk singing "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee, won't my mommy be so proud of me" I just smiled. Life just wouldn't be the same without her and in a bad way. Yes I will admit, I do miss my freedom sometimes, but I wouldn't want that back if I had to trade it for her, she is wonderful. This is my life now. <br />
</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-14057587212799750112009-11-04T11:41:00.000-08:002009-11-04T11:41:35.311-08:00Traveling the World by CarThis is just a short blurb about an ariticle I read today on the internet (I'm sure most of you caught it) about a guy who works (or should I say used to work) at The Associated Press and is traveling around the world via car (Land Crusier). <a href="http://transworldexpedition.com/">Trans World Expedition</a> I am sooooo jealous of his bravery!!! I so wish I could do that! But of course life gets in the way, but he didn't let life get in the way, he is living it and what an amazing journey it will be. I will be following his blog to see how this trip goes. Check it out!!!Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-71282881784149555152009-11-04T09:36:00.000-08:002009-11-04T09:36:12.989-08:00Honest ScrapDelighted that when I logged onto my blog today I had an award from one of my favorite bloggers. This is my first award :-) So thank you Nicole at <a href="http://youngmamablog.blogspot.com/">The Young Mama Blog</a> (check her out she is a great new mommy)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's how this works:<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1) Present this award to 7 others whose blogs I find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who have encouraged me.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2) Tell those 7 people they've been awarded HONEST SCRAP and inform them of these guidelines in receiving the award.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10 Honest Things about Me (this might be scary)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1) I will never like or embrace where I live, (Arizona) and will always want to move back to the east coast, where I feel I belong. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2) Even though I have told most people that I quit smoking, I still sneak some, I know bad, but it's my only vice. At least I've cut down!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3) I really don't love my dog, I know that sounds mean but he is a terror, he destroys everything, every single weekend I clean up my yard of things torn up, plants gone that I bought and planted and the irrigation system i've had to work on b/c he destroyed it so it just makes me resent him. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4) I'm trying to save money and cut back on things but I go to Starbucks everyday. I have a $150 coffeemaker at home and I still go to Starbucks, oh the gluttony. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5) I don't like my job. I own part of a company and I don't have much responsibility and make a good salary, but it's not fun, it's not challenging and most of all it's really uncomfortable, there's so much tension all the time and even though I'm a part owner, there's nothing I can do about it, b/c afterall you can't control other people. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8) I miss my Nanna more than I ever thought I would. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9) I'm addicted to ebay and craiglist. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10) I study in my spare time to re-take my LSAT and no one knows.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm passing along this award to 7 of my favorite bloggers (minus the person that gave this to me since she already received it). Check them out....<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1) Beth @ <a href="http://socialclimbers123.blogspot.com/">Social Climbers</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2) Jill @ <a href="http://jillstodayisaw.blogspot.com/">Today I Saw</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3) Trina @ <a href="http://trinamick.blogspot.com/">Meanderings in Hickville</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4) Naomi @ <a href="http://survivingsinglemotherhood.blogspot.com/">Surviving Single Motherhood</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5) Elle @ <a href="http://thecompleteprep.blogspot.com/">Completely Preppy</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6) Stephanie @ <a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/">NieNie Dialogues</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7) Layla @ <a href="http://www.theletteredcottage.net/">The Lettered Cottage</a><br />
</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-39593814545463808942009-11-03T10:56:00.000-08:002009-11-03T10:56:49.062-08:00Silent WitnessThis past weekend, Friday to be exact, I went to the Phoenix Suns game with some friends. We decided to take the light rail (metro) into Phoenix rather than fight traffic. The ride to the game was pretty uneventful, with the exception of a mother leaving her kid on the metro as she got off at a stop and the the kid did not get off in time. A security guard appeared out of no where and took care of the situation. We went to the game, had a few drinks after and then headed home. We were joking around, taking pictures<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You'll notice the kid next to us in his Suns gear, minding his business alone on the metro. All of the sudden 3 guys from the train car in front of us, apparently very intoxicated, stumble into our train car and start yelling at this kid for no reason whatsoever. The kid didn't even yell back, he just kept telling them everything was ok, he didn't want any trouble and gave them the "thumbs up" sign, well apparently in drunk trash world, that is not acceptable. They started punching him, right where we were sitting so we got up and went to another part of the train. You will notice other passengers on the train in the background, they didn't do anything...I mean afterall I guess they could have had a gun, I called 911, so did the friend I was with, but I was so appalled how no one did anything...I kept thinking, what if that were me? <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was bad enough no one did anything on the train, 911 in Arizona is a joke, it's unfortunately not the first time I've had to call, but this was just ridiculous, I kept telling the person on the line what stop we were pulling up to, what streets we were crossing and she was asking me if I knew which city i was in...really? Don't you have google maps? Aren't you 911? I have GPS on my blackberry, and hello this metro is a year old, it isn't very big, if I say "I'm on Washington and Priest" that's very self explanatory to a fellow arizonian, especially someone trained to dispatch police to save people's lives. Did I mention during all of this there was no metro security? The victim got off the train and then so did the 3 guys that jumped him at the same stop, then some security guard ( i won't describe how ill-equipped he was, I'm sure you get the picture by now) gets off to take statements. What a joke!!! The 911 operator was surprised I gave my name to her. Really?<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What is this world coming to? Why wouldn't someone help? I understand being fearful of them having a gun, but giving a statement as a witness? They're not the mafia, what are they going to do if I say I saw what they did? People should stand up for what they believe in and not be such cowards, God forbid something should happen to me for speaking up, at least something will happen with me being brave and standing for what I believe in then being a coward and walking away......what if that was me?<br />
</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-70207543288287744552009-10-29T09:09:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:09:06.936-07:00Random thoughts.....So we got the halloween costume all figured out finally!! We didn't leave much time to spare, the pig part of the costume came in yesterday (she's being Olivia), and we tried on the striped tights and red jumper, I was amazed at how much the costume came together, and she stared running around the house oinking at the dog, hilarious, she was so cute! I will post pictures after Halloween. She cannot wait to go trick or treating, it should be fun this year, last year she wasn't too sure about it and the year before she was only 8 months old so we just carried her around. Going through a phase of projects....wanting to make a new headboard for my bed, have some crafting projects for Bria's X-mas presents and would like to finish the back yard if the dog will stop destroying everything I attempt to create. I really cannot wait until he grows out of this phase, the other night he ate the inside of Brianna's lunch pail, you know the embroidered pottery barn kids one that cost almost as much as the dog did! I forgot with my other dog how annoying and frustrating this phase was and how much stuff you lose! He's only 10 months old so I fear we have about another year left of this from what I can remember from my other dog. Not much going on this week just preparing for halloween and the breast cancer 3 day in two weeks! <br />
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</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-86107089265575006392009-10-15T09:40:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:12:42.716-07:00Blog Action Day -- Typical Day=Climate Change thoughts..Really?I'll be honest, I'm the typical American, I go about my usual day, wake up, make coffee (or have it waiting for me thanks to my Cuisinart Grind and Brew) get ready for work, get the tot ready for school, feed the dog, head out... on a daily basis I really don't give too much thought to global warming/climate change. I mean I try to do my part, buy energy saving light bulbs, turn off the lights when I leave the room, recycle, and recently I decided to start a compost pile. I saw this article about the Brazilian rain forest and how they plan to save it, really? It took us this long to realize we need to save it? Then I read another article about how the global warming is effecting wine production...what am I going to do without my monthly wine nights with the girls? It keeps me sane! No more ski vacations? Really? No more Island Getaways? Really? Are you getting the pattern here? <br />
I don't think about global warming all the time because it hasn't effected me on a daily basis, but reading all the things that could change my life was horrifying! These foundations/ charities/ organizations need to dumb it down for people, make the average person realize how it's going to effect their daily life. I know that sounds selfish, but that's how people are, especially in the the western world....we're selfish, we want to know how is this going to effect me? Yes it's tragic to hear about how an animal is becoming extinct due to deforestation, believe me I wrote a whole paper on it in high school, but I dont' think about that everyday and I bet you don't either, unless it's your job to....the world, our political leaders really need to take action and realize how awful all the changes are and how fast it's effecting everything and they need to be "real" with people, dumb it down, let us know how it's going to effect our daily lives, I bet you would have a lot more people writing about this if they realized what's really going on with the environment. You would have a lot more people that care....<br />
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</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-23675963545643653532009-10-14T10:34:00.000-07:002009-10-14T10:37:07.975-07:00Pieces of Me....I still don't want to share!Rarely do I spend this much time on my blog, but i came across a great blog this morning (One Hungry Chef), in his post he mentioned that his Grandmother was very secretive about her recipes, always leaving out an ingredient when she shared them with friends so that hers would taste better....this kind of goes with my earlier post today about sharing....proof! As adults we don't share! I also am commenting about this because I feel the same way his grandmother did....at parties or get togethers people always ask me for my recipes for the food I make, whether it's a simple onion dip or my slow cooked pulled pork bbq, my chili (a passed down recipe from my dad) and I'm always reluctant to share. I think to myself, well if they have my recipes then what will be so special about my food? The next party we go to they might make it and then people will rant an rave over their stuff. Food, decorating, stuff like that is what makes me, well me. I have a knack for it, I have a great eye for design and I'm a good cook (yes I know a bit cocky, but hey it's true!), if I share all my secrets, they will be taking little pieces of me....we can't have little pieces of Christie running around, that just won't work. Some sing, write, make crafts, draw...I design, I cook that's just me and I'm not sharing!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know it looks good, but you can't have the recipe....ok fine I didn't come up with it so I will share this one time.....Barefoot Contessa's Pan Fried Onion Dip and yes it's too die for, you will love it so much you will want to smear it all over your body...yes mom I quoted you! <br />
</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-41512154177068961252009-10-14T10:07:00.000-07:002009-10-14T10:08:20.721-07:00Sharing? did we skip this lesson?How do you share a person? Especially if you grew her inside of you and now you're supposed to share her? How is that possible? I have joint custody of my 2 year old daughter, although I have her 90% of the time, I'm constantly afraid that one day her father will exercise his right to have her 50% of the time. I don't know how I will handle that....recently he said he is going to finally buy her a bed at his house (he hasn't ever had one since she's been out of a crib ( a year ago) the rare times she has spent the night she sleeps with him, ugh!!!) so I assume that means he wants to start keeping her overnight now....I really don't know how to share...did my mom skip that Kindergarden lesson? Did I share my toys as a child? I don't think so, because now as an adult, I hate sharing! I'm trying to teach my two year old how to be nice and that we share, when i am 28 years old I hate sharing. Can't I just tell her, "keep your stuff, don't share it, people always will want what you have, work for it, keep it" as an adult that's how we all live. We may occasionally share a pizza, let someone borrow a pen, but do we like sharing? Do we have a sharing society? Ummm no! As adults we like to keep the things that we've worked hard for....so how am I supposed to share my daughter? How do I teach her that sharing is important as a child with your friends, but when you're an adult you will just resent it....Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-20750905152678427732009-10-14T09:56:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:59:10.200-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7sAJodTRsVW8Mnw1aJAbhf4ItZr3OMKykOPjzvBfCnofx9Bob3SKcSTSyNakM2CX_R_bbAnKFH8VLiAG-UCUh3La7wjZl0izGqnrPBftZoVa22ZkLp9AiDOwijQuD3Fu7x3w014NcUE/s1600-h/origins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7sAJodTRsVW8Mnw1aJAbhf4ItZr3OMKykOPjzvBfCnofx9Bob3SKcSTSyNakM2CX_R_bbAnKFH8VLiAG-UCUh3La7wjZl0izGqnrPBftZoVa22ZkLp9AiDOwijQuD3Fu7x3w014NcUE/s320/origins.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love Love Love it, I can't express how great Dr. Weil's face wash is. (and no I am not getting paid to say this I promise!) I love his products, I buy them from Origins (a great store). Like most people I've used hundreds of different face products before I found the one that seemed to calm my skin, not dry it out and not make it oily. I have combination skin so it is nearly impossible to find something that doesn't dry it out too much or put too much moisturizer on it. This somehow compliments both skin types.<br />
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</div>Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-68366362266427395932009-10-07T13:30:00.000-07:002009-10-07T13:38:01.367-07:00Becoming a child again....When you have a child it is the greatest excuse to relive your own childhood. You not only get to act goofy, sing songs, and play games that you haven't played in years, you get to see it through a different set of eyes and relive some of those magical moments....<br />My daughter and I watched E.T. last night and I cannot begin to express enough how I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thoroughly</span> enjoyed watching her be totally captivated by this movie from beginning to end, never once leaving my bed for the whole 2 hours (pretty amazing for a 2 year old). No one has ever told me how fun it is to see your children love the things you loved as a child. I know people say it's fun to "act like a kid again" but, there is just something about seeing your little "mini-me" fall in love with things that you loved. Then she got up this morning and asked if we could watch it again....now that I have to say I was not prepared for, I have see Yo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gabba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gabba</span>, Olivia, Elmo, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tinkerbell</span>, Bolt, Thomas the train, just to name a few, about 100 times, I guess we will be adding E.T. to the list...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Yanna</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bria's</span> g-ma) also gave her Wizard of Oz over our summer vacation and that too has become a favorite of hers to watch over and over again. I can remember <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">vividly</span> sitting on my mom's bed while she was doing things around the house watching that movie. It's almost like having children is like coming full circle. Becoming a child again is such a great experience, especially seeing it through the eyes of my little Bria....Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977333705258013230.post-51453339947891814572009-08-14T08:34:00.000-07:002009-08-14T15:27:50.774-07:00"Mini-Me"Your parents always tell you that "you'll understand when you have kids", and "I hope you have a child just like you so you know what I had to go through".....well I'm hear to tell you what you will never admit to them or maybe even to yourself, your parents were right....I have a two year old, she is the cutest thing, people stop me in public to tell me how beautiful she is, but she also has the attitude of a 15 year old. She knows she's cute, she uses it to her advantage and she'll tell you how it is and where to put it....lovely I know!<br />You're just reading this, I have to deal with it on a daily basis. I love her to death and I only have myself to thank for her witty replies to everything I ask her to do. See I too have quite the attitude (or so I've been told), I like to think of it as sarcasm, smarts, and wittiness, now that it's coming in my direction I can see that it may not be taken that way by others. When you ask your two year old to turn and look at you so you can take a picture of her and she says "In a minute, I'm busy", or you tell her you love her and she says "I don't want to say it, I'm busy". I ask her to carry something from the car and she tells me "no mom, my hands are full" and she's only holding her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sippy</span> cup. If you ask her to pick up her toys she tells you, yes you guessed it, "no mom, I can't I'm busy"...<br />Part of me laughs and the other part of me just sits and thinks if she's like this at two there's no way I will be able to handle her at 15. I love that she's independent, offering the ever so cute remark "no i do it myself mom" and I love how smart she is, when I told her that she needed to stop crying when she wanted something, now she shouts from her bedroom, when I think she's fast asleep, "Mom i need juice, more juice mom" and yells it over and over again until you go get her the juice. Well at least she's not crying right?<br />Everyday it gets better and she blows me away with how much stuff she picks up at her day care and from me. She's so smart and hilarious, but since when are two year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">olds</span> too busy to say I love you? Yes mine is, and I only have myself to thank, because my parents were right, I got a little mini-me running around as great as that sounds in theory, not so great on paper. The sarcasm and wittiness and independence I pride myself on I think is a bit much in a two year old, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">after all</span> I really have my parents to thank because I am the mini-me version of them....Briasmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042751234779822657noreply@blogger.com1