I thought I’d share that yesterday for lunch, I had five day old leftover Chinese food — sweet and sour chicken, white rice and an egg roll to be specific. No symptoms (I.e. Upset stomach, vomiting… you get the picture). AND it was absolutely delicious!
What’s the point of the story? There isn’t one, really. But I do suggest you keep your leftovers refrigerated, heat them up before eating and wa-lah!
I guess this is the point of the story… I didn’t spend more money on more food for lunch yesterday (my husband will be so proud) and I actually enjoyed it! Don’t throw leftovers away a day later like my Mom does. But be reasonable; consider the type of leftovers and definitely chuck them after day five!
Meet Henry. He’s twelve and a half years old going on twenty-two. He plays travel baseball, shares my love of Starbucks Iced Salted Caramel Mocha Lattes, watches my kids, entertains my preposterous ideas and conversations, ensures men aren’t checking out my Mother and I while out in public and eats like he hasn’t been feed in days. Every. Single. Meal!
In fact, Henry likes to know what is for dinner before we’ve eaten breakfast. For real? I’m not even done cooking cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon and the kid is inquiring about dinner. Did you forget about lunch, buddy? Or is it just not that important to you? It’s ok, I don’t get too excited over turkey sandwiches, either.
Since when did 12 year old boys begin acting older than grown men? H likes to remind me to drive carefully and eat before enjoying a glass (ok, or three) of wine. He encourages my Mom to workout and have an awesome productive day. His humor is on our (mine and Yaya’s – side note: you’ll meet Yaya soon) level. The kid is just all around amazing. After all, he is my brother. They say give credit where credit is due. Done. I’ll take it!
I thought you should meet him, as he’ll be hanging around here quite a bit.
While I wouldn’t exactly label myself as a crazy one (on the norm, anyway), misfit, rebel or trouble maker, I somehow find this quote relatable. It speaks to me. What does it say? It says a lot. It says stop judging those that are doing life their way. Stop critiquing and criticizing those living life outside of the lines and doing things a little differently. Those that don’t parent the same way you do, those that don’t workout the same way you do, those that don’t eat the same things you do, those that don’t like coffee (ok fine, go ahead and critique those people…that’s just weird) or those that have master plans to make the world a better place. While the quote screams STOP this or that to me, it also encourages so much. It encourages inner strength, determination, persistence and perseverance…in whatever your focus may be.
There…now that your Wednesday morning pep talk is out of the way, what good do you hope to accomplish today? Do you have any feel goods from the above quote?
Cheers to a happy hump day (do people even say “hump day” anymore? That’s always been really weird to me, too — but nonetheless, I hope your day is very happy and humpy)!
What in the world is a Momēak, you ask? Well, let me explain.
It’s one of those fun words to say over and over and over again. Kind of like “mommy”. I don’t hear that nearly enough so I felt compelled to involve “mommy” into my blog name. I’m getting off track, back to business.
A Momēak is a somewhat sane and dedicated taxi driver, nurse, chef, personal shopper, referee, laundry maker, maid, schedule coordinator, outfit matchmaker, homework helping therapist that is not showered, tired, selfless and so full of love! *Disclaimer: all Momēak’s are unique in their own way (this particular one – me – likes to indulge in wine and sweets), but no one better or less than the other.
What kind of Momēak are you or hope to be one day?
I’ve had my daily Starbucks Venti Iced Salted Caramel Mocha Latte (AKA crack). Life can begin now.
Hi, I’m Amber. Nice to meet you. I’m a wife (and a damn good one, too), mommy of three (ages 7.5, 2.5 and 5 months) and a full time mortgage lender. So I really don’t have the time for a blog; much less time to use the restroom or shower. But let’s be honest, I need friends. I mean, I have a few really amazing people in my life but it’d be nice to have some more. However, I refuse to turn into the “I have like nine million best friends” gal. I promise. Let’s just come to terms with the fact that it is impossible to have that many deep, meaningful relationships. Am I right? Or maybe “those” gals have super powers and I may very well be wrong. That’s fine. Whatever. Speaking of super powers, we will talk about those later.
I have four best friends. Two are family, but they still count, right? After all, you don’t have to like your family. You don’t even get to choose them but I did choose them as my best friends. See how that works? So yes, I answered my own question. They totally count. Can you guess which two family members are my best friends?
Let’s continue. I do want to take a moment to clear somethings up. I am not writing this blog in effort to provide moms with a survival handbook; but if anyone has one, can you send it to me? I am writing this blog for a slew of reasons:
To connect with amazing people I may otherwise not have had the opportunity to meet
To attempt to express my inner creativity (I suck at writing)
To share my thoughts, opinions, stories and adventures
My MAC make-up artist suggested I write a blog (hey girl, hey)
To write while I enjoy my most favorite and fattening drink EVER (see above)
To be silly, outlandish and “adultish”
My content may or may not fit with your daily needs, if it does, great party on and if not, well I’m sorry and goodbye.
Now that we’ve established some kind of rapport, I better get to work. Thank you for stopping by. Enjoy your day!