Posts Tagged ‘mother


I *am* a judgmental bitch…

I like to believe that I am not a judgmental person, but even according to my husband, I apparently am.  *shrug*

So it occurred to me today upon reading a blog of a fellow Mommy that I am judgmental about one thing for sure.  I am judgmental of other Mom’s.  All Mom’s, even my own.  From blog Mom’s, to Mom’s I know in person, to random Mom’s I see in the grocery store.  No Mom is safe.  Nope, not even YOU.

For example, I am judgmental of the Mom in the checkout line of the grocery store the other day.  Her adorable little boy was looking back and smiling at me and when she noticed, she SMACKED the crap out of the back of that kids head and said “How many times I got to tell you! Quit starin’ at that white lady!” <– Honest to Bob direct quote people.  Serious.

Like… I don’t even have the words.  But one thing that *did* cross my mind at that very moment?  Grabbing that kid and asking him to come live with me.  Ayup.  I should have done it too.  Bet he would have said yes.

So what did I do?  Cause I am a judgmental bitchy bitch?  I looked at Monkey who was sitting in the cart in front of me and said “Don’t you worry son, Mommy will NEVER treat you like that.  I promise.” And expecting her to turn around and kick my ass, I braced myself, and all she did was shift her weight to the other foot.  Like all obvious and ohmygod like.  You know what I mean?  And then I got walked out by a guy grocer in case she was waiting to run me over in the parking lot.  LOL

But I do judge other Mom’s.  I see things that they do and decide if those things are something I want to do or how to do it better or different.  And this is not to say that I don’t learn some great things from really terrific mothers, because I do!  Lots!  But regardless of whether they are good things or bad things, I judge them.  I judge whether or not they are things that I deem appropriate for my family and my parenting.  I weigh the positives and the negatives and make a decision either way.

I am sooooo judgmental about Moms.  And I am actually totally ok with this.  It makes me a better mother.  It forces me to try at think of all of the things that I wouldn’t think of if I wasn’t a judgmental crazy lady.

Call me what you want, but I am totally ok with it.  *nod*


I saw this today because Molly aka: my FAVORITE photographer of all effing time posted it on her Facebook.  She rocks.  (You MUST check out her website Luminaire Images.  She is my inspiration.)

Ok…watch this because it totally made me cry.  I am such an emotional weenie lately.  (It’s pretty pathetic actually) but watch watch watch!!

Are you judgmental?  What is something that you have been judgmental about?  How did you/do you deal with it?

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Go on, double click that mouse! TMI Thursday

TMI Thursday
***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

Dear friends and family,

Please pass on this blog if you really do not want to read too much information about me.  Kay?  You have been warned.

Lets get on with it then.

Do you like to double click your mouse?  I do.  Not that this is a secret to those of you that know me.  I am a hornball so it would go without saying that a little clicking is part of my life.  Personally, I think it’s healthy.  And it makes me happy.  And we all know it feels good.  I think those that deny that they like it and don’t do it are denying themselves a God given gift.  And it makes me sad for them.

For me, my clickage started when I was very young.  According to my mother, it began when I was just under 2 years old.  I don’t remember that early but I do remember having a knowledge of what sex was at a very early age.  About 4.  There are a number of reasons that this could be, none of which I am going to go into here.

For some reason, my mother led me to believe that it was weird that I masturbated and that it was something that was to be hidden and not talked about.  I am not saying she should have let me give her dinner guests a show in the living room, but I do feel that being made to believe it was something dirty definitely began to shape my sexual awareness in a negative light.  I am not pointing blame at her because I think this was just what she thought was the right way to handle it at the time.  Doctors in the late 70’s would have told her the same thing.  And hell, they may say the same thing now, who knows.

A large contributing factor to the dirty feeling I got growing up when I knew I was sneaking around to “satisfy” was knowing how my mother would say “Cassandra!  That is something that we do in private, now go to your room” in her exasperated whisper.  She has a way of making you know exactly what her mind is thinking even without saying the words just by the look on her face or the tone of her voice.  And the tone of her voice said “you dirty little girl, that is disgusting” and that she was CLEARLY embarrassed by it.

I have it on good authority that my mother DOES NOT double click her mouse.  And it is sad because if you knew her, you would agree that a little clicking would do her good.

All I can take from the experiences from my childhood is ways that I can better parent my kids.  I hope to teach them that while masturbating is not something I want them doing at the dinner table or in public (unless they are grown and that’s their thing, which is fine, I don’t judge), that it is perfectly natural for them to do it and that neither their father or I will ever judge them for it.  Like my mother judged me.

I remember once when I was  around 12, I heard the word “masturbation” on television for the first time and asked my mother what it meant.

Mom: “well do you remember that ‘humping’ thing you used to do when you were really little?”

Me: VERY RED and embarrassed “umm… nooo… uhhh….. well maybe… yeah I think I might know what you mean” lying through my teeth, knowing full well what ‘humping’ she was referring.

Mom:  “well THAT is masturbation!” again with the exasperated tone “and you used to do it A LOT! Thank goodness THAT phase is over” turning back to her magazine.

And that was it.  The entire masturbation conversation.  Apparently she had no idea that I was indeed still in ‘THAT phase’.

Personally, I don’t know why sex and masturbation are such risque topics of conversation.  But I wish a conversation had opened up then about it.  That was such a perfect opportunity for discussion.  Makes me sad to think back about the narrow minded mother I grew up with.

I hope that I am not like that with my kids.  I am going to do what I can to make sure Monkey is MUCH older than 4 before he knows what sex is.  And also make sure that he knows he can talk to me about anything.  Something I always wished I had the option of with my mom.  *sigh*

Do you double click YOUR mouse?  How do you think it is best to discuss masturbation with your children?  What would/have you done, if you caught them masturbating?



Monkey Eggs with Acne Weather Dear So and So…

Dear So and So...

Time for another Dear So and So…


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Dear Monkey,

Dude!  Could you be any flippin’ cuter this week?  When I asked you today if you were being a Drama King and you looked at me and said “grama – eeng?” I knew you were my son.  You make a Drama Queen Mama proud.

Also, I so love how you are kissing everyone you can get your lips on right now!  Dogs and stuffed animals included.  Although you don’t say much other than “car” and “what’s that?”, I know already that you have a huge heart.  It melts mine to think about it.

Love you SOOO much!




Dear Eggs,

I am praying that at least one of you (fertilized of course) has taken up residence in my uterus this week.  The doctor says that is probably the reason I woke up in excruciating pain Monday night.  I hope he is right.

Trying to stay positive and hopeful,




Dear all bloggers with a captcha,

Requiring someone of my incompetent caliber to type a captcha every single time I try to leave a comment is just cruel.  If my fingers and/or eyes worked a little better then I wouldn’t complain.  But since my fingers and brain are on the “outs” right now, it frustrates me to no end that after I have typed up my whole “über cool” comment, your captcha catches me typing one wrong letter and kicks me out to start ALLLLLLLLL over again.  If you love me, and I know you do, remove those captchas!





Dear Adult Acne… (again),

Ok, so I was nice before.  But now I am staring to get pretty peeved.  Placing that massive zit on my chin?  NOT COOL!  You suck, you suck, you soooooo suck!

Fed the hell up,

Your face



Dear Mother,

Please stop being a beyotch.  If you don’t want to talk to me, fine.  Making fun of me when you do talk to me and then refusing to tell your one and only daughter that you love her too when she says she loves you is pretty shitty.  The first ten times, I know it was your anger speaking.  But now?  CHILDISH!  Nnkay?  Get off your high horse.

Much love,

Your daughter



Dear ArkLaTex Weather,

Rain is supposed to be cozy and comforting and something that makes you grab a nice book and a blanket and sit by a window to enjoy.  YOUR rain on the other hand is flipping ridiculous here!  Will there ever be a rain drop to fall on this city when a SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING has not been issued or will I ever hear thunder in this town without a closely followed TORNADO WARNING issued for the area?!?!  It’s so not funny anymore.  Let’s make a deal, ok?  I will promise not to complain when you rain if you promise to stop making me beg God to let me make it through another one of your nasty storms.  Deal??




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Dear Steelers,

You are going to rock this year.  I KNOW it!  Woot! Woot!


Your Fan,


you rock

Dear Readers,

You Rock!  Thank you for another wonderful week of reads and comments!

I do hope that you chose to participate in Dear So and So. Just click here to go to Kat’s Blog and get the button for your page.

Have a fantastic weekend!!!

Thanks for reading!!




about moi…

Hi, my name is Cass. I am married to an amazing man who loves me unconditionally. I’m a stay at home mom to a rockin’ 2 year old boy who I call Monkey. I have an 12 year old step-daughter who lives in another state. We miss her daily. We also have two fur babies, Daisy and Jazz, who keep us on our toes. They are awesome!

I am a complete goofball, a photographer and a constant out loud thinker. I am a grammar challenged, vulgar, cursing, sex obsessed Big Mama fumbling through life. Among other things, I battle PCOS causing infertility, Bi Polar, Anxiety and OCD.

Currently I am riding the fertility roller coaster in an attempt to make Monkey #2. This blog is about a little of everything. I hope you enjoy. Read at your own risk!


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