Mommyhood: The Ugly Truth volume 1

Raise your hand if you are a mommy and you have caught yourself saying "why didn't anyone tell me that (insert your mommy stressor here) would be like this???"

Now, obviously I'm not a mom, so CLEARLY I can't even give my two cents on the topic. However, my friend Shannon Harrigan, mother of two beautiful boys, has written a hilarious E-book called Mommyhood: The Ugly Truth Vol. 1. For all you mommies out there who need a good laugh or a "Oh I can sooooo relate to that" moment, please take a minute to read and purchase my friend's Ebook. It costs a mere $1.99 (way less than a cup of coffee!) for the first volume through kindle, and she currently pumping out volumes 2 and 3 as we speak and will be coming out in a bi-weekly basis. She brings the truth about mommyhood, in a hilarious and almost Chelsea Handler-ish style.

I am lucky to call Shannon my friend (since high school actually!). She is a wonderful mom and is living out her dreams. Please support her, it costs less than a coffee at Starbucks! Below I will include all the links, website, etc. so you can get her Ebook:

Kindle Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0067AU95S

Mommyhood: The Ugly Truth, Volume One

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Momyhood: The Ugly Truth Mommyhood: The Ugly Truth is based on the blood, sweat and tears that go into being a mom. A humorous series that provides honesty on parenting, the author used actual blood, sweat, and tears to share her stories in the hopes that other mothers have a laugh, re...

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  Mommyhood: The Ugly Truth, Volume One, an Ebook by Shannon Harrigan

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  Volume One shares the ugly, yet funny, realities of parenthood. Shannon Harrigan dares to go off-script from other moms who paint their experience in rosy colors and instead shares the hard, yet humorous, truths of being a mom. From tantrums in public, to breastfeeding debates, and during a constant...
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  Born Shannon Faraone, she was raised in the Bay Area of California and still resides in the area. She was married to her husband in December of 2006. Together they have two sons. Their first born, David, was born in October of 2008 and named after Shannon's Dad. Their second, Anthony, was born in August of 2011 and was named after Shannon's Papa who sadly passed away a month later. Shannon has written guest columns for the Hollister Freelance, has been featured on several blogs, and is now pursuing her dream of becoming a published author.

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Crafternoons! Part 1

OKay, my bloggy needs something nice and light!!!

Like the rest of the female population, I am now madly in love with pinterest.com. If you are not on there, you need to be, like, right now.

Thanks to pinterest, I have found an abundance of ideas for crafts. I am normally not crafty and usually rely on people to spark ideas.

Thanks to pinterest, at least 2 days a week I have what I like to call "crafternoons" (thanks to the adorable Zooey Deschanel for coming up with the term) where I spend the afternoon doing a fun craft. SO far here is one of my favorite and easiest crafts, the t shirt scarf!!!

T Shirt scarves. Easy peasy to do. Pics below to see how to do it:

 1. Start with an old t shirt

 2. Cut all the way across, under the arm pit

3. cut strips up the shirt. Longish ones are the best. Go up midway

DONE AND DONE.

Update on "losing it"

First off, thanks to my peeps who have reached out through FB, emails and texts and shedding some light on this "hair-gate" issue.

Last week I went to the doc and told her my plight. Long story...she checked me out, immediately sent a referral to the dermatologist (super hard to do in Kaiser world apparently), and she ordered the biggest blood work up ever.

Cut to two days later...got my blood work done.

Cut to 4 days later...appt with the derm.

I told her my story and she asked me a ton of questions. She pulled up my bloodwork and everything was FINE. Yep, nothing strange, crazy, or out of the ordinary. My thyroid levels were excellent. While that was great, it was a bit frustrating because at least if my thyroid was out of whack, at least we would know that was the cause.

She then played with my hair, examined my scalp, had an assistant take lots of pics of my scalp. Then she asked if I wanted for her to do a scalp biopsy. Of course I said yes, let's find a solution already!

Then, I see her taking out sharp scissors, needles and such.

GULP.

She puts a shot in my head (which shockingly, didn't hurt that bad!) and numbed me up pretty good. Then, using her tools (I chose to not look, LOL) she cut out a small chunk  of my scalp to be examined.

It will take 10 days for it to get back from the lab and we go from there.

Let's hope we find a solution and put an end to it!

losing it....

So this is another serious post :(

I don't like writing serious posts, I like to keep things nice and light, but I feel like I need to post, because I really need to get insight if anyone else is dealing with this.

Back story:

I have been blessed with lucious locks. Super thick, black hair. My hair would really take over my head, because it was so thick.

But in the last year, I have been dealing with major hair loss.

I have been losing lots and lots of hair, to the point where its thinning so much on top.  I notice it a lot when I am in the shower. I chopped off my hair to see if it would help, and it hasn't changed anything.
Its gotten bad to where I put it up, you can see streaks of my scalp.

I have tried to remain calm, but I am freaking the hell out. Now, I realize people are dealing cancer, tumors and AIDS, and that this isn't life threating. It truly, could be worse.

I get that. But this isn't normal either.

Some changes I have done:
- not styling my hair as much, barely ever blow drying my hair.
-Taking hair vitamins and a mult-vitamin
-trying, as much as humanly possible, to not to be stress case/worry wart

Tomorrow, I have a doctor's appointment. Ladies please, if you have dealt with this, please give me some advice.

rose colored glasses

Random. 'Nuff said. Just go with it. It will make sense.

One of the things I love as a teacher, is how a lot of my kids are so innocent and look at life with rose colored glasses. Case in point from my life:

As a little girl, I absolutely loved Judy Garland in the Wizard of Oz. I was  little when I saw the movie (five to be exact) and thought at the time, she was really Dorothy, and not Judy, LOL!

I loved how she was so sweet, how she rocked her dress and red slippers, and her adorable dog. She was awesome.

As a I got a little older, I clearly and obviously learned she wasn't really Dorothy, HAHA. However, I really thought she was like her Dorothy character in real life, darling and sweet, unassuming and most of all innocent. That she led this absolutely charming life, with a pup in tow.

However when I was in high school, I read her actual bio and I came to learn that while she is hailed as the top 10 actresses of all time in Hollywood, she suffered many personal tragedies, failed marriages, a forced abortion (so she could keep working, thanks to her mama), was placed in a sanitarium,  had horribly low self esteem, tried to commit suicide, and eventually died of a drug overdose.

I remember feeling like the "glasses" came off and I saw her for who she truly was, and it made me sad. As we get older and transition into being an adults (some earlier than others), we learn the hard realities of life and that things are not always as they seem, and honestly, that is depressing.

 I sometimes yearn to be 5 again and believe everything is perfect and all is right with the world.

While I for sure can't complain about my life and am grateful for all that God has given me, it would be nice to be a kid again.

Um, amazing!

SO, like the rest of the female population, I am now on pintrest.

Someday, hub and I are hoping to move to another house.

I have officially decided I want my kitchen to look like this:

As one can probably tell, I love love love all things shabby chic and feminine. I may not get it exactly like this, but mark my words, it will pretty damn close!

Oh, and one more...I want my dining room to look like this. So not realistic if I dare to have children one day, but one can dream, right?!?!

Showing grace to the idiot....

The other day, I was at my mom's house and I was trying to find an old book in one of my old closets when I unearthed a plethora of old notes written to me and some I had written to my friends when I was in junior high.
I had a laugh because the stupid drama and angst was just too funny. But that is a another post.

One of the notes was written while I was in Mr. Amutan's spanish class, when I was junior high....it brought back a sad, embarrasing story.

It was spring of 1997. Junior high was a major low point in my little life, thanks to the bullying that was taking place. Things were finally starting to shape up, but I was trying, painfully trying, to fit in so badly.

Spanish class with Mr. Amutan was starting.  Mr. Amutan was a nice guy. However he was also sarcastic, and was sometimes mean sarcastic. I remember I was having a bad day. So during class, I guess I wasn't paying attention. He calls me, I dumbly look at him, and he starts hounding on me. I guess I had enough because I stood up and said "F--- you Mr. Amutan!".

The whole class, including him gasps.

I stand there, frozen, realizing what I had done.

He points towards the door, while staring at me, and says in a deadly voice

"OUT. NOW."

I was still stupid though. As I walked out the class clapped and cheered for me and I even got some high fives. It puffed me up, as I so badly wanted acceptance. That feeling only lasted 10 seconds.

I stood outside, realizing what stupid, mean, and rude thing I had done. I have never ever cussed at teacher; if anything, I was the "good kid", always respectful. I was afraid my parents would murder me if they found out. I was planning my funeral as Mr. Amutan came out.

He must have realized I was shaking and my face was white, and remembered my track record as the "good kid" because he said "Why did you do it" in a voice that killed me. I shakily said, "I don't know, I am so sorry".

At that moment, that man showed me kindness, grace and mercy because all he said was "Please don't ever, ever do that again. It was so disrespectful and I expected better of you"

I thought I would die.

 4 years later, as a senior in high school, I worked at a tutoring center called Score. The door opens and Mr. Amutan walks through the door with his lovely wife and young daughter. I thought I would die. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. This man was human and had a family and I told him to "F off. Even though it had been a few years, I felt horrible.

We have a perfectly fine conversation and he sees I am clearly more matured and grown up.

It makes me realize as a teacher, I need to make sure I am showing grace like him, to my students everyday.

Thank you Mr. Amutan, for showing the idiot some grace.

And I am still sorry.

Me in 1997. Yikes.