I'm going to do a wish app review, and I will probably be filming it as well. Think I'm gonna start a Youtube to go with this blog of mine. We'll see.
I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to do a few reviews, or wait until everything gets here and then review it. I don't know yet. We'll see. Just be prepared for that.
For y'all who don't know Wish is a shopping app, most of their products come from Asia, not entirely sure where. They sell a LOT of knock offs. It's a whole bunch of sellers from the looks of it, like Etsy for mass production knock offs. I did a bunch of reading reviews both good and bad, and what not before I made my purchases. I have gone into this expecting it to be"OK". Like not so bad that I wasted my money, but not so good that I'm going to loose my mind. I have set the bar low enough that I can be pleasantly surprised. I ordered a variety of stuff. Some clothes, some scarfs, some jewelry, some house stuff, some stuff for my three year old, we'll see what happens. The HARDEST part is waiting. Like shipping isn't terrible, but you do have to pay shipping on every single item, but it takes like a month because it's coming from across the planet.
So be up for that when it happens. Love y'all!
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Friday, March 3, 2017
I Can Feel My App Judging Me
Anybody else trying to get fit? Are you using a fitness app? Can you feel it judging you or is it just me? I can FEEL it judging me. Yesterday, I even went in and changed my plan, JUST because it bothered me to no end that I went over my calorie count, and I can have NO record of this. NONE. Ok so my fitness app is really more of a weight loose app, but it's free and I can track my food and exercise in it, which I like.
So yeah, I'm trying to get fit. Why? Because I have a three year old y'all. I need to not kill over every time I have to chase her around. Also exercise helps the depression and the aches. Also it makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life. So I'm working out, eating more protein and less calories, and working out some more. I'm not really concerned with how I look or the number on the scale, which I don't even own... I need to fix that... Anyway. No. I want to be healthier and stronger. That's my goal. I want to actually make it through the whole ten sets of my workout not just two or three. I want to haul around my kid with ease, I want to run circles chasing her and not get winded. Also I really want to be able to wear a two piece this summer. Ok, so I am a LITTLE vain. But not a whole lot.
The thing is, I'm a broke single mom. I ain't got the time or money to go to a gym, or buy some stupid tv add program, or anything like that. I found this website that has like super hero work outs, and they have a youtube too. So I do those and I track my bad eating habits in my free app. So what's my real goal? I don't know. It's just something to obsess over that will actually help me be a bit healthier and has real life benefits.
Go forth fellow hot mess moms! Do the free workouts, download the free apps, pretend to keep up with this and inevitably eat ice cream at two am! We'll check in in two weeks and see if I'm still at it. Doubtful, but we'll see. Love y'all!
So yeah, I'm trying to get fit. Why? Because I have a three year old y'all. I need to not kill over every time I have to chase her around. Also exercise helps the depression and the aches. Also it makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life. So I'm working out, eating more protein and less calories, and working out some more. I'm not really concerned with how I look or the number on the scale, which I don't even own... I need to fix that... Anyway. No. I want to be healthier and stronger. That's my goal. I want to actually make it through the whole ten sets of my workout not just two or three. I want to haul around my kid with ease, I want to run circles chasing her and not get winded. Also I really want to be able to wear a two piece this summer. Ok, so I am a LITTLE vain. But not a whole lot.
The thing is, I'm a broke single mom. I ain't got the time or money to go to a gym, or buy some stupid tv add program, or anything like that. I found this website that has like super hero work outs, and they have a youtube too. So I do those and I track my bad eating habits in my free app. So what's my real goal? I don't know. It's just something to obsess over that will actually help me be a bit healthier and has real life benefits.
Go forth fellow hot mess moms! Do the free workouts, download the free apps, pretend to keep up with this and inevitably eat ice cream at two am! We'll check in in two weeks and see if I'm still at it. Doubtful, but we'll see. Love y'all!
Thursday, February 23, 2017
How I taught my three year old our phone number.
My greatest fear in life is that my daughter will get separated from me in public somewhere. (Well I have anxiety so I actually have many "greatest fears in life" but whatever.) She is still only three after all. She will be scared and will have no way of telling anyone who she is or who I am. I've seen temporary tattoos with phone numbers on them, or simply writing your phone number on your child's arm and putting liquid band-aid on top. (This is actually brilliant it won't wash off easily.) That's all well and good, but what about when we're just at the store? What happens when she bolts under the door in the public restroom and is out in the main store before I can get my pants up? I hope this never happens, but my three year old LOVES to mess with me. My mother swears she's not "big" enough to really MEAN to troll me. She is. Oh but she is. I can see it on that little face when she pulls off the master level sass, and I realize I should stop using sarcasm in front of her. It may be the lowest form of wit but it is my favorite. Wait where was I going with this...
Oh yes. My three year old likes to mess with me, and I can't live my life with our phone number plastered on her arm. I mean I COULD but it wouldn't be a great idea. It would feed that narcotic gremlin that lives in my head, make me look SUPER paranoid, or worse like I can't keep a hold of my kid. It's important to note here that she does bolt, but has only managed to actually get away from me like three times. Only once succeeding in getting completely out of my sight. (Thank you random security guard at the airport who watched that horrible game of circumstance unfold and grabbed her while I busted my way through a crowd of people to get her. I make shifted a leash out of a lanyard five minutes later, and bought a real harness as soon as I could. Never again.) Luckily she's mostly grown out of this at this age. Now she just likes to hide or give me heart attacks. Now she does it on purpose, and THAT RIGHT THERE is what worries me my friends.
So what's the best most logical answer to soothe the narcotic gremlin? Why of course! I will teach her our phone number! How in the heck am I gonna teach my kid our phone number? See I first started this plan a couple months back when she was still two. I had read somewhere that you could teach them to memories the keypad and what order that way, but that wasn't good enough for me. No MY daughter would be able to SAY her phone number to anybody who asked. Now how do I do that? At the time my mini me was really into asking everyone what their name was. So I had just taught her her full name. She would often ask me what my name was, so I said what the heck here's my name kid. A stroke of genius hit me as I was telling her my name one day, and I decided. "I will make it a song!" So after a few practice runs we finally came up with a song to learn everything. It goes something like this, but you know a song and without the information retracted....
"My name is blankblank blaaa-ank, my mamma's blankblank blank, my name is blankblank blaaa-ank, and our phone number is: 000-000-0000."
I might one day be brave and sing this in a video for more helpful reference. But whatever...
Anyway we made it a song, and she LOVED that. Within a week I could say. "What's your name?" and she could answer first and last name. (Sometimes she switches it to be funny.) Then I could say. "What's your mamma's name?" and she would say my first and last name. Then we could do this:
"Do you know your name?"
"Blank blank."
"Do you know your mamma's name?"
"Yeah!"
"What is it?"
"Blank blank!"
"Do you know your phone number?"
*a mumbled mixed up version of her favorite part of our number to say*
Hey it was progress! The shinning ray of hope came today though. While sitting at the table she was singing our song a bit. She got our number kinda right but not all together. so I chimed in from my desk. "Can you say it all together?" and she DID IT! She sang the last line of our song perfectly and remembered our phone number! We still have some work to do but y'all she's three. It's a huge step in the right direction and the narcotic gremlin is satisfied and proud today.
So there's a little worry wort, hot mess mom hack for the day. Teach them their name, your name, and their phone number with a song. Parent on y'all, parent on!
Oh yes. My three year old likes to mess with me, and I can't live my life with our phone number plastered on her arm. I mean I COULD but it wouldn't be a great idea. It would feed that narcotic gremlin that lives in my head, make me look SUPER paranoid, or worse like I can't keep a hold of my kid. It's important to note here that she does bolt, but has only managed to actually get away from me like three times. Only once succeeding in getting completely out of my sight. (Thank you random security guard at the airport who watched that horrible game of circumstance unfold and grabbed her while I busted my way through a crowd of people to get her. I make shifted a leash out of a lanyard five minutes later, and bought a real harness as soon as I could. Never again.) Luckily she's mostly grown out of this at this age. Now she just likes to hide or give me heart attacks. Now she does it on purpose, and THAT RIGHT THERE is what worries me my friends.
So what's the best most logical answer to soothe the narcotic gremlin? Why of course! I will teach her our phone number! How in the heck am I gonna teach my kid our phone number? See I first started this plan a couple months back when she was still two. I had read somewhere that you could teach them to memories the keypad and what order that way, but that wasn't good enough for me. No MY daughter would be able to SAY her phone number to anybody who asked. Now how do I do that? At the time my mini me was really into asking everyone what their name was. So I had just taught her her full name. She would often ask me what my name was, so I said what the heck here's my name kid. A stroke of genius hit me as I was telling her my name one day, and I decided. "I will make it a song!" So after a few practice runs we finally came up with a song to learn everything. It goes something like this, but you know a song and without the information retracted....
"My name is blankblank blaaa-ank, my mamma's blankblank blank, my name is blankblank blaaa-ank, and our phone number is: 000-000-0000."
I might one day be brave and sing this in a video for more helpful reference. But whatever...
Anyway we made it a song, and she LOVED that. Within a week I could say. "What's your name?" and she could answer first and last name. (Sometimes she switches it to be funny.) Then I could say. "What's your mamma's name?" and she would say my first and last name. Then we could do this:
"Do you know your name?"
"Blank blank."
"Do you know your mamma's name?"
"Yeah!"
"What is it?"
"Blank blank!"
"Do you know your phone number?"
*a mumbled mixed up version of her favorite part of our number to say*
Hey it was progress! The shinning ray of hope came today though. While sitting at the table she was singing our song a bit. She got our number kinda right but not all together. so I chimed in from my desk. "Can you say it all together?" and she DID IT! She sang the last line of our song perfectly and remembered our phone number! We still have some work to do but y'all she's three. It's a huge step in the right direction and the narcotic gremlin is satisfied and proud today.
So there's a little worry wort, hot mess mom hack for the day. Teach them their name, your name, and their phone number with a song. Parent on y'all, parent on!
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