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Trish

Easy Peasy Pizza Recipe

A few months ago my daughter said something so incredulous to me thay I had to actually sit down and find myself for a moment. “Hey mom… did you know Ragu makes a pizza sauce?” Yes, that’s what she said. And I was like, “Duh… of course I do. I used to make you and me mini pizzas all the time when you were little… and what do you think I used? Regular spaghetti sauce? Pshhhh….!!!” She just looked at me, shook her head and I swear I heard her mumble the phrase, “Why you gotta be so extra?” under her breath. She then asked me why I haven’t made any sort of pizza with pizza sauce since. I just shrugged and stated that those mini pizzas were a recipe from a pregnancy cookbook, back when I was pregnant with my teenage boy child and I had such a craving for pizza I had to start making it at home because I don’t think my husband enjoyed having to bring home a pizza for me every night.Β  Besides, when it comes to pizza, my husband prefers to order in. Ridiculous, right? Back when I would make mini pizzas for me and my daughter I would use those Boboli pizza crusts. They used to make mini ones. I have no idea if they still do as I don’t use Boboli crusts all that often these days. Sometimes I’ll use one when I know my kids will be home and they won’t be able to decide between pizza and tacos – I make them a taco pizza. But that’s another recipe for another time, and another post…

January Goals

Happy 2018 everyone! Did you do anything exciting for new years? We did what we usually do which is stay home and watch the ball drop from the comfort of the family room. I know that doesn’t sound very exciting but we’re #homebodies for the most part, so it’s all good. I also think I might be coming down with a cold because I’ve been so congested for the past few days and all I want to do is sleep. Well that last part doesn’t really count. I ALWAYS want to sleep. So here in New Jersey the ball dropped not that long ago which means we squgged (squad hug), I sent my sleeping husband up to bed, and comforted the dog because of the fireworks that started going off once the clock struck midnight. My squad has since dispersed to various parts of the house which leaves me sitting here watching The Honeymooners new years marathon, like I do almost every year, thinking about new years resolutions and how I’m not so much a fan of them. Don’t get me wrong I’m all for self improvement, positivity and all that shiz, but I see new years resolutions more as a to-do list for the first week of the new year. People, myself included, get all excited over the whole ‘New Year New Me’ attitude for the first week of January, sometimes the second, but then all of that excitement fizzles out and then we seem to fall back into our old ways again. Am I right…

45 Lessons Learned in 45 Years

I’m a little disappointed. I wanted to post this on my actual birthday, which was this past Wednesday (September 20th), but things happen like coming down with my first cold of the school year and having both of my boys home from school for 4 days. Not to mention I was sort of hoping to sweep this birthday under the rug because I just turned (gasp) 45. I’m still trying to figure out how this age just sort of crept up on me. It felt like it was just yesterday when I turned 30, then 35 and inevitably 40. But 45? Wow. And I’m not really sure how I feel about it. Thirty didn’t really bother me so much, but 35 was rough. That was okay though, it toughened me up for 40. And so far my 40s have been pretty damn good. No real complaints. I really don’t mind revealing my age to anyone who might ask because, and I’ve been told this many times from numerous sources, I don’t really look my age. I’m not humble bragging here, just repeating what the masses have said. But that was all in my early 40s. I’m not really in my early 40s anymore, am I? But I wouldn’t exactly say I’m in my late 40s either. I’m just sort of stuck right smack in the middle now and I feel it. No, not the aches and pains that come with aging. I feel 50 off in the distance, and I feel it mocking me. Birthdays kind of changed for me once I started having kids, mostly because my kids were suddenly noisy little clocks reminding me…

So When Are You Going Back to Work and Other Rude Things Said to Me

I’m so freakin’ happy!!! Wait happy? Yes, happy and most definitely relieved. I posted some time last week that I’ve been without access to work as a medical transcriptionist for quite a bit of time. Well, it’s goin’ on week 2 now and mama here needed a new gig. I also wasn’t in love with being an independent contractor. I was getting a lower rate of pay and I’ll have to pay my own taxes for the little bit of time that I had that status. No thank you…Β I was just re-hired by the company I left in early April. I did IC work for a company that subcontracted with the company I just left which I didn’t realize until I had started with them. It completely pissed me off because I could’ve just stayed were I was, had my taxes handled and had use of a company computer. Lesson learned. I start with them again in 2 weeks, so I’ll be treating these next 2 weeks like a vacation. I work part time because with a house to take care of and a special needs child that needs well special tending to, I have no time, or desire, to work full time. I know, how un-modern woman of me… to not want to have a career andΒ have it all. Well, that depends on how you look at things. To me I do have it all. I have an amazing husband who works very hard so I don’t have to. Yeah, I said it. I work hard taking care of our home and children, I don’t want to have to work hard…

Lessons Learned From My Trip Down the Stairs

I’m so happy that 2015 and 2016 are over! So far 2017 has been okay. Not great and yet not sucky. Just okay. And okay is A-okay in my book because for me 2015 and 2016 were soul sucking years that I still need to fully recover from. Actually 2015 started off pretty good, but then my cat got very sick, very fast, and it was all downhill from there. One particular low point of 2015 started Thanksgiving night. We just have dinner with us, our family of 5. No one comes over and we don’t go visiting. We’ve done those ways in the past and we prefer it to be just us. This low point happened late at night, after dinner was done and I had taken my daughter to work so she could do her Black Friday shift (she volunteered so someone else could stay home and be with their family). My daughter working on Black Friday threw off our plans a bit. We usually head out and do Black Friday shopping once everyone goes to bed. Please don’t judge. Stores have the most amazing deals, you can get the bulk of your shopping done and save a HUGE amount of money. And, it’s my understanding that many of the people working Black Fridays shifts have volunteered to work. Not all, but most. My daughter works at Target, so a few hours after I dropped her off I went over to Target around midnight or so, when all of those crazy crowds have subsided a bit. I didn’t go into Target for their door buster deals or anything like that. No, my lame ass went in to pick up groceries and dog food. I wasn…