Changes

If you are here then first off, thank you. I know I only have three followers, but the blog has gotten around via Face Book. Yes, I would like to have a huge following, I would like to control the blogging world with my words of magical amusement. Having other bloggers kneel to my good graces. Yet, I am still a humble person, overjoyed by those that do come and visit my world every once in a while, here on "This momma is wild".

Still, fill free to pass the word around to other mommas and daddies about this site. Share Share Share. LOL, now I sound desperate. I prefer to sound like a Napoleon kind of blogger. MUha ha ha ha haaaaa. Follow me my minions. Okay split personalities kicking in. But I have added a share feature, for Face Book and Twitter. Speaking of changes.....

Did you notice the changes? Hmmm? Did ya? I tried to lighten things up a little on here. You know, make things more "eye catching". Let me know what you think about it eh. Can you read the text? Are you blinded by all the color? I don't usually do color, but come on Tye dye. How could I resist?

Click the fish and feed em. They are hungry those little boogers. But really, feed em, tell me if it is working.

I would also like to add some authors on here. You see, I have this little thing that I can add people to type there little hearts away on here. You got a funny story you would like to share? Perhaps some informative little tid-bitts you have learned about parenthood? Well, I will be glad to share your words of wisdom. E-mail me if you are interested violetsmommy@live.com .

Look to upcoming posts about this week adventures. It is sure to be a delight. I have a horse filled month coming up. Back to gymkhana on Sunday (local rodeo). Some thing I haven't done in years. Time to cowgirl up! I gotta show my little girl how to do it country style. Pray to the competitive riding gods that my butt stays in the saddle and not on the ground.

Peace out hippies.

To the Imperfect Mother

Violet has given me break for a little bit, and is content playing "Chef Boy-R-D" with her pots and pans on the kitchen floor, thus giving me some time to add to my blog. A nice treat since she has been an absolute terror, control freak of a child since Na Na dropped her off this morning. She is at the moment going through a bit of a crisis. Always arms out stretched to be carried 24/7, with mommy not complying. It is torcher, but the girl jams on those two little feet now, and doesn't need to be carried around all the time.

Yeah, I am now comfortable enough to let her stay the night at my MIL's casa. She is 14 months and off the boobie so it gives Daddy and I some chill time. Last night we went to our friends house and indulged in drink, good food, and great conversation. You know the kind of conversation that is some what vulgar, and makes you laugh so hard you pee yourself. The night ended with one of our friends passed out on the floor sawing logs, me with sparkly blue finger nail polish and a make over, and my friend showing me weird YouTube videos about hairy muffs (for some reason that part stands out the most). Yes indeed it was a good night.

The little get together started out with just us girls, as the boys where on a mission to buy some video game that they where desperate to play, only to get to drunk to play it at all. So with that we got talking about motherhood, and the joys of rising our very different children. At one point there was a mention about "The stigma of the perfect mother". You know what I mean. That Susy home maker type, that has cookies in the oven, her children are always clean and well dressed with bows in their hair. Doesn't own a pair of sweat pants, spotless house and always smiling. Some people are so judgmental that if you don't add up to those standards you are efficiently labeled as "The Bad Mom".

What the heck is that?! I am not going to lie. I have walked past a sink full of dishes, there have been times when violet has had a full diaper and I have said " I will get it in a little bit." I have at times wanted to throw my arms up in the air and scream out some warrior cry of anguish thinking "WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!" Violet has been taken in public wearing mismatched clothing because I have held out on doing laundry. It is not every day that I feel like I am in the super mom kind of mood, I love being on my feet all day, and have time to sing to the birds so the perch on my shoulders like I'm Snow White.

The perfect mother is a fairy tale, conceived of 50's television shows. And to make matters worse modern television depicts not only mothers efficient at every thing but now SEXY!!!??? You mean you want me to wear a black strapless with a diamond necklace and stilettos and change diapers! I DON'T THINK SO!

So this blog is dedicated to Denise, Ducky, and Crystal. To "Real Life Perfect Mothers". Who are not ashamed to adorn their PJ's and band shirts. Who are not on an ever long quest to change their bodies to match up to some one Else's depiction of beauty. Who don't have a problem serving their children hot dogs and mac-n-cheese. You are my perfect mother peers. Hoo Raw to the imperfect mothers!!!!

And It will Grow

Aw, do you feel that? Do you hear that? That's' right the warmth of the sun, and the chirp of the birds. The weather outside could be compared to a Disney movie. Okay so we are missing the enchanted Forrest, and sparkling rivers, and the desert is very lacking in the department of green grasses. But not for long will it be desolate and longing for lush greenery. Planting time has come and the thumb has turn green.
For the past few days, as the wind permits, I have been turning dirt, raking my little heart out, and pulling up last seasons left overs. The temperature is rising and the boob sweat filled days are coming. Aw to blunt for you. Such is the way of woman hood. Too bad.
Anyways, I already have the strawberries planted and there is much more to be a growin as the farmers say. Here is a list of other goodies growing in our "Secret Garden"
Watermelon
Cantaloupe
Green beans
Radishes
egg plant
radish
garlic
carrots
squash
tomatoes
Chile
okra
corn
snap peas
I know that it sounds impossible but it isn't just me working on it. My step dad and my mom are out there all the time too. We have a huge garden and it was all done last year, to the amazement of all my friends kids. It is so cute to watch them run around with their little greedy fingers picking as much as they can and stuffing it in there mouths. "I love stringy beanies" Li Li and Lu Lu say through stuffed mouths.
speaking of the Salgado family. Here is Mama Dee's status update on the addict infested Face Book.

Denise Upgrayedd Saenz
so Lou tried to take the blanket from Lee and she responds " get away from me I'm on my period!" I ♥ my Ladies

"And the best status update award goes too (drum roll) Denise saenz and her little girls.
I can only imagine the things that will come out of my little girls mouth when she starts chatting.
violets was born to ride. with grandpa

Also some news came my way via the phone. My dad is making the long trip from California to Mi casa. He will be moving to Las Cruces with my little brother. With my father comes many more funnieness to be posting on this blog. I'm excited that he will be out here to see his little cookie grow.
All right, folks that's it for know. Peace out!

A day at the zoo

So first off I have to welcome my good friend, Duck, to blogger. If you all want to read some rude, tood, and crude, check her out at http://sewduckysew.blogspot.com/. She is a mama on a mission to expand her sewing collection, and tell you about her wild child! Follow her for some good times.

Now, for today's adventures. We found Violets real family at the zoo, today. She fit right in with the monkey exhibit, and had a full conversation with a black little monkey. Jason and I had no clue what they were discussing with the whole oo oo aa aa. But we put it together that the monkey was explaining to violet how to remove her diaper and fling poo.

We pushed her around in a safari Jeep wagon, and you could tell by the smug little smile on her face, that she thought she was the shiz nitt. I loved how she pointed out all the birds and went into a zombie like state in the underground sea lion exhibit. Even though she had a look of panic on her face, I know in her scared little heart that she loved the carousel. If only to be encouraged by her older cousin Desi, that it was really fun.

violet may become a lion tamer, as she showed no fear to the beasts in their exhibits. She pushed herself as close as she could over the elephants wall, with fingers outstretch in amazement. That's my little girl animal extraordinaire. If any man wants her when she gets older, he better swing in on a vine saying "Me Tarzan You Jane".

Jason's cousin kept saying "I love how alert she is, she is so inquisitive." My little girl, baby genius. We had a blast today with our family, daring one of our little cousins to suck the head juice out of a crawdad. GROSS!

So that was our day today. Now time to kick the feet up and chill.
love ya guys.

Happy Valentine's Day !

It is another big day. That's right, Valentines day. Your favorite (or for some not so favorite) cheesy tacky red and white, heart and flower filled holiday. The one where you, as a child, would write every body's name on a little card with weird little sayings like "be mine", "sweetheart", and my all time favorite " I choo choo choose you". BTW if you can guess what show that one is from You will receive a shout out on my next blog. Remember saving your most special card for your fourth grade crush? I bet you do.
Every one reacts differently when they hear the "V" word. Some people get hearts in their eyes and cupids arrow stuck in the rear end. Others, search tirelessly for some one to spend their Valentines day with just so they won't have to be alone. Maybe those are the speed dating bar people. Some, cringe and refuse to get out of bed. while some drink copious amounts of alchole dress real slutty, jump on the bar, and declare in a drunken slur "F*#@ LOVE!" Some get excited about the holiday only to be disappointed by a significant others inability to be as romantic as the "Zales" jewelry commercials. And others aer actually blown away by butterflies in their stomachs.
How ever you act it still comes every year. I myself like valentines day. Jason and I are high school sweat hearts, eight years of getting fatter, and we still love each other. People assume that we have a really romantic love life if we have been together this long. But Ha romance has never been one of our fortes. We are most definitely not fans of PDA, and holding hands is for schmucks. when we go to concerts we are not that couple that is in the way. You know the ones where the guy has his arms around his girl trying to make a barricade so no one pushes or touches her. yeah, makes me sick. Nope not us. We meet in the mosh pitt.
That doesn't mean that we don't love each other. I know when he dutch ovens me in the morning it is love that makes him do so. When I pluck his eye brows so that it looks like one of them is permanently cocked I do it because I love him. When I scream "Charlie Horse!!!" like a battle cry and sock him in the thigh I really really really do it because I love him. Yeah that's me and Jason. Love till the end. Or until one of us ends the other...... (I'm being sarcastic guys).
But Valentines day isn't about me and Jason any more. It will be about Violet now. Finding red bows to put in her hair, and picking out funny little cards with cats and dogs and maybe even power rangers on them. Though I'm sure daddy with make sure that none of them have saying like "Be my Valentine" or "I love you". Daddy doesn't even want to think about Violet having valentines unless they are him.
So on this day give the ones you love an extra kiss, because if you don't Cupid might kick your ass some time later.
love ya!

Where is my Brain

Alright, I know you get a case of forgetfulness when you get pregnant. But does your memory ever come back. I swear, I feel like Bullwinkle some times, well, most of the time. People say "write a list", shoot I forget where I would put it.
I used to have a brain as sharp as a Vikings battle ax. I could have rocked your world at the children's game "Memory". I could remember authors, quotes, people. They say you become more stupid when you smoke. Ha even then, I had straight A's. Now I don't even know what day it is, can't remember what I did yesterday, and loose every damn thing. I'm an avid reader, but now I find myself back stepping chapters to remember what happened a few pages before.
I guess what brought this forgetful frenzy on, is the misplacement of my beloved planner/ wallet. So what if the calender in the planner was two years old, and scribbled with all my doctors appointments from being pregnant. I loved that thing. Okay, okay, more like I loved the stuff in it. Like my ID, my social security cards, violets shot records, bank cards, receipts, and eye glass prescriptions. It was pretty much my portable filing cabinet.
I stayed up fuming at myself all night, and didn't entirely wake up in the most loveliest mood this morning. More like a wild animal. I started thinking. All those things I can get back. Yes, it is going to take some time, and lots of hours standing in lines with stinky people all as pissed off as I am at the MVD asshole that can't get their butts in gear. So I realized it is just going to be an issue of digging up some patience (though I wish I could just buy some),So what was I so upset about.
Then it hit me like a pigeon hitting the windshield. I'm pissed off at myself! I mean gosh, leaving it on top of the van roof. Yup, that's right. And you know the messed up part of it. My mom actually said as she saw me set it up there, "Don't forget your wallet." I still blame her for making me loose my train of thought, You know the one where I was repeating in my head "Don't forget my wallet."
I was mad that not even a month ago, I had left it in a restaurant only to argue with the receptionist that I didn't have an ID to show proof that it was mine because my ID was in the wallet. I was mad at all the times I forgot my grocery list at home, struggle to remember what I needed at the store, only to enter my vehicle and see the damn list on the seat. I was mad at all the times I have done laundry and have lost my clothes from the short trip to the bedroom from the laundry room. I still can't find my damn yoga pants. I loved not doing yoga in those pants!
One of my mommy friends told me "your brain shrinks when you have kids. Don't worry though it goes back to normal after a few years." Well, I did some research. I didn't find and science behind it, but it does seem to be a common flaw among mothers. I guess as long as I remember to change the babies diapers, feed her, and wipe front to back, I'm in the clear. BUT DAMN!!!! Will my brain ever be "my brain" again.

"Concerning culture as a process, one would say that it means learning a great many things and then forgetting them; and the forgetting is as necessary as the learning" ~Albert J. Nock