Where are you Christmas

    Decorating the tree, Christmas Carols, and all the gorgeous Christmas lights. The holiday season is about to come to an end. However, I can’t help but feel like with each new year, the holidays have lost their magic.
     I don’t know if its just me getting older, or if it really is the holiday season that has changed; but its just not the same anymore.
     I used to look forward to the holidays so much, I got to see all of my family, and we always had such a great time together; but now, the only feeling I get is stress.
      & its not just me who’s stressed, its everyone. I can feel it, radiating off of my relatives and family members. Its almost like everyone has gotten so caught up in making sure that everyone has exactly what they wanted, that they haven’t let themselves enjoy the holidays.
        Last year, I found my grandmother huddled in her room alone, crying her eyes out, because “she just didn’t know if she could make everyone happy.”
          The magic and joy of Christmas has been lost, because everyone’s so busy worrying about getting this person this expensive gift. Its not about that. Its never been about that.
         Christmas is a time to come together as a family, enjoy each others company, laugh, and catch up. Not freaking out because you spent 300 dollars on your cousin, and now you have to spend that much on everyone.
             Relax, sit back, and enjoy these festive times. Talk with each other, love each other, forget the presents, and all that nonsense. & Merry Christmas!

Words Not To Say In Front Of My Kids

Funny and good read!

Dysfunctional Literacy

I tell my kids they can think anything they want, but there are some things they'd better not say. (image via wikimedia) I tell my kids they can think anything they want, but there are some things they’d better not say. (image via wikimedia)

I told my daughters this morning that they’d need to take a sack lunch to school tomorrow, and they laughed at me.  I wasn’t expecting them to laugh.

It took me a moment to realize why they thought sack lunch was funny.  When I was their age (around 35 years ago), sack lunch wasn’t funny.  I carried a sack lunch to school every day, and nobody laughed.  I think I even called it a sack lunch.  Everybody called it that.  But somewhere along the way, kids picked up on the word sack, and a new source of humor was created.

Now I can’t say sack in front of my daughters; I have to say “brown paper bag.”  If I had two sons, maybe it wouldn’t matter much.  But…

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So, this topic has been on the forefront of my mind. I’m hoping that I won’t be causing a debate or anything of the sort in the comments, however, its one I feel needs to be discussed. (When I say discussed I mean peacefully and in a mature manner) so, there’s been quite an uproar about the Ferguson trial; (I’m going to go ahead and say now, I’m not writing this to debate about what happened or to say who’s right and who’s wrong) I am however, here to voice my opinion on one matter; equality. The majority of the African American race here in America is outraged by the rusult. However, I feel that it goes much deeper than that. I feel like the riots in Ferguson had little to do with Michael Brown himself, but more to do with the pent up rage and anger of the African American people. I do not know the struggles they go through on a daily basis, and I probably never will. Its not right how they are treated, and sadly I feel as if the events in Ferguson has put a greater divide between the races in this country. Fingers have been pointed and the only thing I’ve heard and read is hate going back and forth. This trial shouldn’t have been solely about race. It should’ve been about self defense and when and how it should be used. Michael brown should not have been mourned because he is an “African American male”, he should be mourned because he is a “young male who’s life was taken.” This nation focuses so much attention on race, and who and what is racism, we’ve forgotten to shed any light on when the races actually get along. You turn on your TV and all you see is slander and how this race and done something to that race. Its time to stop looking at everyone as “black, white, Mexican, Asian, etc.” Its time to start viewing everyone as humans. I could only dream of a world where we could take what’s happened in Ferguson, and help one another. We should help lift each other up, not tear each other down. There will continually be struggles, because not everyone will promote equality. However, I feel like its our duty as humans to try to band together in these hard times, and the hard times to come. Its time we stop looking at race & time we start looking at everyone as one.

Forgive me!

Hello all! I’m so sorry its been so so very long since I last posted anything! I have recently moved to the wonderful state of North Carolina to be with my darling husband! I have missed you all so very much! Thank you for following my blog. 20 followers, (I know that may seem like a miniscule number) but to me its more than I ever hoped for. I hope all of you are doing so very well in your lives. I’ll be keeping more up to date with this now that I’m settled! I love you all already! :*
Xoxoxo Danielle 😘



I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in a little while, I’ve been in the process of moving! After 2 months of being separated right after our wedding my Marine and I are finally able to move in together! I’ll try to post more! I’m sorry!

I’ll apologize ahead of time for this rant.

    If there is one thing that I can’t stand in this world; its this: People who use their past as an excuse for failure in the future. Its never an excuse. Ever.
     When something bad happens to you, even if it isn’t your fault, doesn’t mean you lie on the ground and let it defeat you. There comes a point in time when you have to stand up, ( on your own two feet) find your resolve, and make something amazing for yourself despite circumstances.
      I’ve met people on multiple occasions, who unemployed, in jail, or addicted to some sort of substance, blame it on the fault of others. I’ve heard from people that “they came from poverty,” and that’s why they’re poor, because “their parents didn’t make the right choices”.
      I came from a bad family, I had an alcoholic mother and an abusive father. I’ve lived in poverty, I’ve been homeless. However, you will never see me use that as an excuse to not better myself.
      When you come from a bad family, a bad situation, that you had no control over; you have to grow. Learn from your parents mistakes, become better. Let it teach you a lesson on life. You can always become better, you can always do something with your life. There are millions of opportunities in this world, you just have to get up, and work for them.
       I refuse to show sympathy for people who won’t do better for themselves. Who continue to wallow in self pity because of their childhoods. Who sit around waiting for something to be handed to them. Because they “deserve” it after everything that’s happened. Wake up!! Nothing in life is free. You have to work for any and everything. It helps you grow as a person. It makes you become better. It teaches you responsibility.
      There’s never an excuse. There’s never a “perfect time” to do something. It’s now! It’s up to you! Grab ahold of your life, take the reigns, and guide yourself to a better future!