A real housewife in New Jersey

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I hate the term housewife. I hate it even more so since these beyond ridiculous shows about women acting like high school children have come out.

 I am so much more than a “housewife”. I am keeper of all things. Money to lost shoes. I am plumber and IT specialist. I am mom and maid. Taxi driver and Escort. If you can think up anything a women could possibly be, yeah I am or have played that role at one point or another.

But you’re never going to find camera following me or me basking in 15 minutes of fame at any point, because the truth is a “Real Housewife”, well her life sucks, its not anything anyone would want to watch. I mean really, would you want to see me blogging in my spare time, washing laundry and cursing at my 6 year old after he just poured every bottle of everything he could find in my master bathroom down the drain?

Or maybe you want to see me trying (“Trying”) to run my online Etsy shop, and carve out something for myself and my future.

Even my marriage. Purely perfect compared to the dysfunction of what is on TV. We don’t even fight about the money we don’t have. 17 years and not one fight.

To be honest. I think the only thing TV worthy in my life would be me tripping on the treadmill. And though funny as it is, and it is funny. This too is maybe only worth 2 minutes of TV fame.

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So there is it, the quick and simple of Me. A Housewife in New Jersey.

Living just another day in paradise.

ps: Is spring break over yet? can my kids go back to school!!??

Regards!

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I was loved by the woods…

If I told you I grew up poor, you might picture Charlie living in a shack and 4 people sleeping in one bed.

That was far from the case.

Nope, I grew up in the same shit box tiny 3 bedroom 1 bath ranch style home, as everyone else of the time

(that time being the late 70s’ into the 80s)

But my home life was unlike any one else’s I knew of, with the abuse and lack of needed things for me being my secret shame.

Mostly because my mother was/is a selfish person, a person that blamed me for her own short comings, a person who hid food and went out drinking instead of keeping her home and caring for her children.

I often found myself staying in the near by woods, comforted by the trees, laying in the earth.

I felt safe there. It felt more like home than in my own bed of fear just across the street in that house.

The sun loved me as it peeked through the trees and warmed my cheeks with its kisses.

The smell of pine needles was my perfume, the rustling of the leaves in the trees all around was my music.

Today as I take much pride in cleaning my own home with the windows wide open, the fresh new Fall air blowing through. I hear my children giggling down the hall, I am glad I am a better person than my mother. I am glad they are loved. That they have all the need and most of what they want. It takes a sacrifice to live like this. To give to them before myself. it is never easy.

I still carry anger for my mother, I hate that house.

But it does not take from my life as some people tell me to let it go, I do not want to forget or forgive.

I couldn’t forget even if I tried for the breeze brings back my days of my home in the woods, among the trees.

I can be having the worst day and a walk in the woods can make it all better. I feel safe there, untouchable.

So I say maybe its magic

Regards!

Looking forward to Fall but not yet ready to let go of Summer

I know I should be creating for fall, and I am in a way.

But today, well Im not yet ready to let go of summer.

Even though its cool(er) and damp today, no sun, and pouring rain it is after all only August!

And this Jersey Girl is putting together bangles…

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Hopefully these will be in my etsy shop by the end of the week, for now made to oder on my facebook page.

Im doing these very limited options and amounts in Stainless Steel for $20.00

Im hoping Ill make and list more than I keep! 🙂

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Regards!

They’re All My Favorite

I guess if asked to pick just one,  I would have to say fall is my favorite. But really I love them all, each for their own reason.

Summer

I love summer for the sun, for the outdoor activities,

canoeing, hiking, biking, fishing, camping.

I love bbq’s and smores around a fire pit in the evening. I love the long days.

Fall

How can you not love fall!?

The days are still warm and the light fades slowly in to the twilight. You can still do everything from summer, but the air is less thick. The kids are off to school all day, and things get done.

Acorns and leaves start to change into fiery colors and soon fall to the ground and crunch under foot.

Sweaters and soft socks come out and work their way back into your life with your favorite worn out jeans but you still need no jacket. The only slow season as it begins so warm and slowly gives way to the cold of winter. Its the only season that gives you time to prepare for the next.

It holds Halloween, and pumpkins and corn mazes and I begin to cook all day stews and such.

Winter

Comes in like a bull the wind whips up, an the bitter cold will take your breathe away.

But that’s ok as Christmas is coming and the tree and beautiful décor all goes up and the music and warmth of these things make you want to stay inside by the fireplace.

Oh I do hate the cold, and the length of this season, it seems to never want to let go of its hold. The short days are sad and cabin fever always takes hold of me.

Spring

Oh Spring you should be as great as fall!

But you never are, maybe a good day here and there but mostly cold, wet and windy, and than out of now where the heat of summer. Spring is by far the weakest season. It seems to allow winter to still stay and break away for the heat and humidity of summer.

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Today I have Fall on my mind.

I lit a Pumpkin Crunch Cake Candle and the smells of vanilla and caramel and pumpkin fill my home.

Its so full of these scents Im hungry from it!

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Regards!

Finally Feels Like Summer

We hit the water to go paddling yesterday, and it finally felt like summer as sweat rolled down my back, and the sun stung my shoulders. Paddling Ole Redd on Cedar Creek.

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The water rolled fast, after all weve had a lot of rain, and it was the first time in a long time I found I really had to work to control the canoe. Never mind that my husband sits in the back relaxing and not working much at it at all, and the 5 year old leans over the side splashing the water.

Crowds of people were out enough where I swear we could have all linked up and reached from one end of Double Trouble Park to the other. I know its wrong but I wish no one to be out when we go, the inexperience of so many blocking up the turns, and making us have to fight back rushing into them as we approach, or the beer drinking good timers who think they own the place.

I just want to creep along slowly taking in the breeze, and the scent of Water Lilies so heavy in the air. I want to enjoy the sun and the lush greenery that’s so grow over the creek this time of year that in some places it falls like curtains.

I added a lil funny to Ole Redd since out last time…

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I guess if nothing else its funny to me, I do after all “get the joke”.

So love that at the end I ran in to an old friend as well, so funny to think she was just behind us the whole time paddling.

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Regards!

Im Talking Tuesdays

Pub Trivia Tuesday Nights at Doyle’s Pour House Barnegat NJ

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An “as often as possible” date night with my best friend. But with kids and husbands and work and life we really only get there once a month. Once a Pancake House, this place has become like home. We just fit, or at least I think we do.

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My Gawd we’re awful at this trivia thing, but oh the fun. We kill at 80’s music and movie clips, would rather just skip the sports and we don’t know why they call it “General Knowledge” because we generally don’t have the knowledge to answer the questions.

Dollar beers and food we regret eating the very next day… Our bartender Sean loves to hate us, where as the night wears on the louder we get, and often a drink is spilled.

A farewell evening with our good friend Amy, just over 2 years ago, we found everywhere “dead” but this place. An evening that started at TGI Fridays, Moved on to Callaway’s, and was headed for some dive out in Waretown.

Amy was moving you see, headed for a new start in Northern PA. An easier and better life than Jersey had to offer. A simple life. I envy her for this. And this was how it came about to find this bar, and to return over and over and to find Tuesday Trivia Night, with Mike.

Near 30 years, Sarah and I have known each other. I think we were merely 12 or 13 years old at the time. And even after time separated us. Facebook brought us back together a few year back, and we are still like 2 peas in a pod, or maybe more like room mates in the nut house.

No subject matter goes untouched. No filters, and I always wonder (the next day) what the people sitting around us must think when they hear us.

Oh we are a sight I’m sure. But I wouldn’t have it any other way! And when your having that much fun everyone and everything else melts away.

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So, here’s to our friendship. To the past we shared. To the future we’ll have. To the good times.

“May Smitty always get us a seat. May the beers always be a buck. May Sean always love us. May Mike always think “Not OJ” is funny. And may we always get home safe to laugh about it the next day.”

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Regards!

Home Sweet Home

There is a bird nesting in my Fuchsia.

And why wouldn’t this bird want to nest here? This is a beautiful full plant, a Mothers Day Gift from my kids, hung lovingly on my front porch. Guarded from the wind and rain, hung up high, only morning sun, this is prime real-estate for a little bird!

I provide food and bath just below in my flower beds.

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But even with all this…

this bird flies just off to a near by tree and gives me shit, loudly.

All because I’ve come out to water this plant. I must water it! It wont be the home sweet home for this bird if it dies. All that lush growth will be gone, the nest will dry up and blow away.

And I like a loon, stand there saying apologies and explaining myself to this bird as I water, this and my 2 other plants on my porch around my table and chairs.

It has become increasingly difficult to water this plant as the nest seems to be growing in size, and the water I pour oh so slowly and carefully into this hanging planter doesn’t seem to be able to get through much anymore.

I find myself wondering what shall I do if babies come, I cant water this plant than! They could get wet and cold, and mama will fly off and yell at me, and sadly the plant will die. And so their home will not be as it is now.

This is the craziness that goes on in my mind. I find this stresses me more than not being able to pay my electric bill.

Randomness? I suppose it is. My life? Oh yes.

I haven’t a clue what kind of bird this is, its much to small and fast, a blur of brown is all I’ve seen.

But I find joy in this. And I’m happy this bird had chosen to live on my porch.

maybe we’ll be friends one day.

Today Ill but out blueberries.

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Regards!