What you will need:

  • Wine Bottles ( Duh ), I have an infinite supply ;) 
  • Spray Paint
  • Mod Podge
  • Twine
  • Epsom Salts
  • Glitter
  • Paint Brushes
  • Acrylic Paint
  • Ribbon ( Christmas Wrap Ribbon works great ) 

1) Prep Wine Bottles

You can use either the clear or green coloured bottles, I use clear when doing lighter coloured paint, but it doesn't really matter, the spray paint covers the glass. I usually soak my wine bottles in hot water and dish soap over night to get the labels off, if you know of a better way, please let me know. 

2) Spray Paint the Bottles

Once you get the labels off completely and there is no glue, you are ready to spray paint your bottle. It took me 3 coats, please be sure to let them dry in between ( doesn't take long ). I used White, Blue and metallic silver for this project. 

The last coat is the most important, this coat needs to be wet as you are going to roll the bottle in Epsom salt. I layed out my Epsom Salts on a newspaper prior to painting the bottle's last coat. 

3) Roll in Epsom Salts

Roll your bottle in Epsom Salt. If the epsom salt doesn't cover the desired amount of the bottle, you can toss the salt on the parts that you missed. Do not be afraid to spray paint the parts that are already dry and add more salt. 

4) Add Twine

Be sure to let the bottle dry completely before continuing on to this step. I cut my twine to the length needed to wrap the top of the bottle and spray painted it in the desired colour. Let it dry for a few minutes. 

Grab your Mod Podge ( I used a small sponge brush to apply ) and apply it to the part of the bottle you are going to wrap the twine around. Be sure to keep it tight if you are looking for the same effect I did. Once you have wrapped the part of the bottle with twine add a little more glue to the end and hold it until the twine stays in place. 

5) Add some Glitter

I used white glitter for this project, but you could use whatever you like. It adds a nice sparkle at the end. 

You are done! Good luck, let me know how it goes. I will be posting an instructional for more Wine bottle Painting ideas soon! 

www.blogirl.info Not only do I teach my children not to gossip. I practice the art of not gossiping.   It is something that we all do and have been doing since, well since, forever. Yet, in this day and age, gossip can be posted on the internet....

Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year! Well, it can be, but it can also be the most stressful time of the year if you aren't in a position to spend any money. This past year has been a tough one on our family; we have had losses of jobs, which has lead to overdue bills and concerns of getting food on the table some months. Luckily we have had the help of family to get us through these tough times. Then November came, and the looming thoughts of Christmas and all its expenses started weighing heavy on my mind. What am I going to do for my kids, how am I going to afford to buy them any presents, when I can barely afford food. As Parents, we don't want to disappoint our children, ever, but I am aware that this year I may just do that, disappoint them. It breaks my heart. 

Of course, I want to teach my children that it isn't about the gifts, but we live in a world that teaches them otherwise. They have been inundated with things since they first started watching Treehouse. Each commercial, movie trailer and product placement have only worsened their need to have the next best thing. I, too have been guilty of providing them with these things. Not because I wanted to spoil them, but because it is what parents do in this day and age. We try to outdo ourselves, each Christmas, birthday party, etc.... 

My 14 and 12-year-old that have been accustomed to living a certain way their whole lives, I enabled this, I know. This year has had to be difficult for them as well. I do believe it has given them strength of character and taught them that life can change in an instant. Things will not always be easy. But as a parent, you want to protect them from feeling any of this, so we end up living beyond our means. It is a sad state of affairs when families are taking out loans to get through Christmas; we aren't doing it right. We are racking up credit cards and giving things instead of love. We aren't experiencing each other, but expecting gifts. When my daughter gets on the phone this Christmas to talk to her BFF's I know the first thing, they will ask is what did you get? That puts an enormous amount of pressure on us parents to find things that make our children happy, instead of moments that make them happy. We are the only ones that can change that and maybe it's because it has been forced upon me this year due to lack of funds that I finally see that. 

It got me thinking about things I can do to keep Christmas Fun but affordable. So this year instead of traipsing through the mall frantically trying to find the perfect gift for everyone on my list. I am hoping to spend some quality time finding quality moments this year. I can't say that I won't spend any money, but I can do my best to keep the cost down, with free and cheaper alternatives.

Throw a Potluck Party! 

I don't need to have an extravagant party; that costs hundreds of dollars. I instead could have a potluck party, and enjoy the time with my friends and family, rather than breaking my back and wallet to get all the food on the table. It also gives you a chance to sample some of your friend's and family's favorite dishes. I think this is a great way to get in some quality time with your loved ones. 

Let Your Teenager have a Small Christmas Party

Let your teenager have a small Christmas party in your home. You don't have to buy a ton of food or prepare. Teenager's are happy with a box of pizza and some pop. Let them do what they do, hang out play video games and enjoy each other. This is a great way to have some holiday cheer, without having to buy each of their friends gifts. You could always send them home with some Christmas Baking as a party favor. 

Tween Craft / Baking Party

If you have a tween daughter, than you know that she would love this one. Let her invite her friends over and make crafts. There are so many easy and cheap DIY craft ideas out there. Isn't that what Pinterest is for. Get on Pinterest, go to the dollar store and set up a craft table. The girls can take them home as gifts. 

Go Ice Skating as a Family

Check your local Community Listing and find free things to do. Go ice skating with the family, many towns will have free skate this time of year, You can fill up a Thermos with hot chocolate and bring bagged snacks for after. It will be a memory that last forever and costs you nothing. 

Go to see your local Christmas Parade

Totally Free! Again bring some snacks and a thermos and you have a day that costs you nothing but will last in the memory books forever. 

Whatever you do this Christmas remember it is about being together as a family not spending money. It is a tough time of year for so many, that are much less fortunate than even myself, so try and find some time to give old jackets, boots and whatever else you have lying around your home away. Is that not the true meaning of Christmas? I wish all of you the best and a very Happy Holidays. 
There are so many reasons why I am having so much trouble with Bill Cosy's Rape "allegations." Let's start with the fact that I have been a victim of rape, and it is terrifying. The act is terrifying, but do you know that it is just as awful coming forward? Do you know the intense fear felt by anyone raped, when speaking up against his or her aggressor? 

 Why I am so affected by this story, is because so many people are going to say this "These money grabbing whores, why can't they just leave him alone". OK, so do you see the problem here? Rape is one of the awfullest, most heartbreaking, disgustingly terrifying moment's women ( or men )  could ever be subjected to. It overwhelms your psyche; there is no lesser feeling a human could be subjected to.  At least not in my opinion. 

So why does it bother me so much that I have to read this "news" of a once beloved actor? The fear that I believe those women are going through. The terror of being told they are a liar.  It eats me up; it breaks my heart. But I have to be honest, this is the part that bothers me the most. My doubt, my doubt that this may or may not be true. The doubt put on me by the media, by a man accused and this can and will be spun, in Mr Cosby's Favor. 

The heartbreaking truth is, we don't know the truth. We are told innocent until proven guilty. We are told that as victim's of Rape. We are told we have to prove our story. We finally get some courage; we finally feel we can come forward and quite honestly; we are the one's that get integrated. We are asked to explain every gory detail, yet the only thing we could do to survive while it was happening,  was try and remove ourselves from it. The only way out is to not be there, to not die. 

Stronger Together!!!! My heart goes out to anyone that has gone through any sexual abuse. Be kind people, this is tough subject to broach. 
This is the video and story originally posted on CNN
(CNN) -- A woman told CNN on Monday that Bill Cosby sexually assaulted her 45 years ago, when she was a teenager.

Joan Tarshis, a journalist and publicist, said she met Cosby in 1969 in Los Angeles when she was invited to have lunch by some friends of his.

Cosby later invited Tarshis, who had been writing monologues for the comedian Godfrey Cambridge, to his bungalow to work on some jokes.

Cosby refuses to respond to rape claims
She said Cosby made her a drink that he knew she liked, a Bloody Mary topped with beer known as a Red Eye.

Tarshis, who was 19 at the time, told CNN's Don Lemon that shortly after drinking the Red Eye, she "passed out."

"I woke up or came to very groggily with him removing my underwear," she said.

Tarshis said she tried to deter Cosby by saying she had an infection, but that he then made her have oral sex with him.

She said she left, vowing never to see him again.

But he subsequently called her home in New York and invited her to New York's Theater at Westbury. Tarshis said she didn't know how to back out of it because she hadn't told her mother, a big fan of Cosby, what had happened.

After accepting drinks at Cosby's hotel and in the limousine, Tarshis said she felt "very, very drugged" at the theater and asked the chauffeur to take her back to the car.

She said she passed out in the car and when she woke up, it was the next morning and she was naked in bed with Cosby.

Cosby's lawyer has said his client won't be commenting on a series of allegations that have been made against him.

"Over the last several weeks, decade-old, discredited allegations against Mr. Cosby have resurfaced," John P. Schmitt, the lawyer, said in a statement Sunday. "The fact that they are being repeated does not make them true. Mr. Cosby does not intend to dignify these allegations with any comment."

For nine years, Bill Cosby, 77, has been accused of sexual assault by women who say they were the victims.

Cosby has repeatedly said the allegations are untrue, and he has never been prosecuted. He did settle a case in 2006, filed by Andrea Constand, a staffer for Temple University's women's basketball team, who accused him of drugging and molesting her at his suburban Philadelphia home.

Constand's lawyers said they found 13 Jane Doe witnesses with similar stories, but no witnesses were ever called. The terms of the settlement have never been disclosed.

Since 2005, a handful of women have made the claims. This year, the accusations resurfaced, and recently, a seemingly harmless post to Cosby's confirmed Twitter account turned them into a social media storm.

In its wake, one of his accusers, Barbara Bowman, turned to the public once more with an article in the Washington Post and interviews with CNN.

Bowman claims she was drugged then raped, though she said she never saw drugs.

"I woke up out of a very confused state not in my clothes."

She said she knew her body had been touched without her permission. This occurred several times in the course of their contact, she said.

On Saturday, NPR broadcast an awkward interview with Cosby in which he didn't utter a word when repeatedly asked about the charges against him.

NPR host Scott Simon filled the airtime by saying Cosby was just "shaking his head no."

"There will be no further statement from Mr. Cosby or any of his representatives," Cosby's lawyer said Sunday.

Tarshis told CNN she had kept quiet about what happened to her because she felt guilt and shame -- and because she didn't think anyone would believe her.

But she said she decided to speak up in order to support the other women and give them credibility.

Before appearing on CNN, she made the allegations against Cosby in an account published on Hollywood Elsewhere on Sunday.

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It's so easy to get caught up in everyday life, moments pass us by all the time. We barely notice anymore, sad really. With a whole bunch of life changes happening recently in my life, (and of course me being 40 years old), it has caused me to reflect pretty deeply. 

WE have all felt loss. It is an uncomfortable heart wrenching feeling.You know the one, it happens at a funeral, after you lost the love of your life, or while you are waiting to hear bad news. It's so painful, that you are choosing to ignore it, rather than hear it. You would rather pretend that it isn't true than actually feel it. Then it all settles in, you can't ignore it, it's real. Sometimes you wake up and there is a minute that you have forgotten, but then there is this overwhelming reality, and the tears some how find there way back to your eyes, and it's real again. This will happen, over and over again in your life. It may be just losing touch with a friend, or a misunderstood conversation. It may be more, the loss of a loved one or your very first heartbreak. It's inevitable. People, all people, deal with these pains differently. Some are cold and stand off-ish, some are open and extremely helpful, and some are just terribly confused. No way is wrong, misunderstood, but not wrong! These moments are hard. They make us who we are. Yet how we deal with them, is not a reflection of who we are. Trauma is just that, trauma. Our brains deal with it how they have to. It is that simple, it is survival. 

1) Not everything I have ever said, was exactly what I meant.
This has all to do with the privileged of being a human being, we are allowed to change are minds. Let me tell you, I change my mind all the time, and as a woman, I change it regularly.  So what I am trying to say is, there have been heat of the moment arguments, or even heat of the moment agreements I don't agree with today. You are allowed to change your mind. In the end just know I loved you regardless.

2) You have changed my life
Whether it be for good or bad, remind the people you care about how they have changed your life. Don't go back to people that mean nothing to you now, that is not my point here. What I mean is let the people in your life now, know what they have done for you. You have grown regardless of whether it was a bad moment or a good moment. Don't you think they should know they helped you grow. 

3) I am sorry
Tell them you are sorry. Tell them, that you are sorry for hurting them, for misjudging or misunderstanding them. Not only will it make you understand the affect you may have had on them, but it will let you feel a little freedom. Sorry is a very powerful word, and when it is used correctly it can change so many relationships. Be aware of why you are sorry, and make sure you mean it! 

4) I love you 
Seems pretty obvious, right? Well it isn't. We tell our children, our partner's, and our family that we love them all the time. Do we tell the rest of the people we really love? Not always. This is something that resonates with me, on a huge level. I have been told, I over use the words. I disagree. These words can change a person's day. It is so important and I am sad that I didn't tell Chuck I loved him the last time I saw him. Just an FYI, I love yah Buddy! 

5) You hurt me! 
This is so hard to do, for me anyway. These words are so freeing, and honestly worth it. If someone has hurt you, instead of holding contempt in your heart towards them, tell them. You can change a relationship this way. Maybe this person did not know they hurt you? Maybe they did not mean to. We spend too much time pretending we don't care when we do. Be honest, tell them. 

6) I admire you 
Why not explain to your loved one that you truly admire them. You think they are awesome! You love how they play ball, raise there family, etc.... These 3 words are not a bad thing, it's ok to admire someone, without being like them. Without admiration, people would not have roll models or strive to be better.

7) You have made me laugh
My favorite thing! People that make me laugh. Maybe they have seen you laugh because of them, maybe they have not. Either way, don't you think they should know that they may have gotten you through something with a laugh. Sometime's that is all we need. 

8) I think about you all the time
Not just meant for the love of your life or best friend. I often find myself thinking about other loved one's very often, I fear that I don't tell them enough. I need to find the time to tell them, I am thinking of them. Moments are precious, and moments are easy to wash away. Instead, just send a text or a quick phone call. 

9) Thank you 
These are 2 of my very favorite words, in the whole wide world! So simple and so easy to say. These words, sometimes said without thought, mean them! I mean them. I thank each and everyone of you for the moments I have had with you. They do and always will mean sooo much to me! 

10) You are Amazing
All of you are amazing! True story, all of you have touched my life in some way. I choose on my own to bring it to a positive! Whether or not I have been hurt by, or loved by any of you the truth still remains, I have been affected by you! 

In all that you have, remember that there are a million emotions that you have forgotten to say. That is ok, but remember to love, not hate! Accept, not judge. We are all fighting some sort of battle. There is always a reason.
My happiness vs what I thought would be my kids happiness.  That is the place I was in, while considering leaving my husband. A decision I did not take lightly, an agonizing, heart breaking, painful decision. How could I take my children away from their Dad, how could I break up all they knew as a family. It simply came down to what I truly wanted for my children. Their happiness.
Flash back 15 years .... 
Walking towards the alter, I saw the man of my dreams. My heart filled with nothing but (what I thought was) pure love. I nervously clutched my Dad's arm as we walked towards the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. This was what I was born for, I thought to myself. This is what I always wanted, this man, he was going to be my forever. I will never forget, or regret that day. I am flooded with wonderful memories even now, as I write this. It was a perfect day. 

I lost myself somewhere in that relationship.

No one get's married thinking they are going to end up in a divorce, but shit happens. It gets complicated, and just because it got hard, didn't mean I didn't try. I did, I poured my heart into that marriage and my family. I just couldn't stop crying. I cried every day, every time I didn't have to show my brave face, I cried. It started to affect my parenting, which was unacceptable to me. 

Do I know the devastating effects that my divorce had on my children? Yes I do, they are my children, and I am a good Mom! 

I did not take breaking my family up, lightly. In fact, for years, I chose their so called happiness over mine. I still do, I believe all mother's do. It wasn't good enough for me, I believed we all deserved to be happy. That is when I decided, our happiness could only be achieved, if I left their Dad. Toughest decision I have ever made. 

I clearly remember driving my kids home from daycare about 6 months after leaving my husband, and my 4 year old daughter asked me why we couldn't live in the big house with Daddy anymore. Why did we have to move to this little town house without him. My heart was broken and all I could say was, sorry baby. I cried myself to sleep that night. I felt like I was ruining my children's lives. All those great things they had, the big yard, the toys, their own space to play, and a stay at home Mom. I felt as though I ruined everything! I apologized to them almost everyday.

 These are the reason's I stopped apologizing and started explaining to them the truth. 

"Much as we might like to believe the opposite, children are much more concerned with their own personal happiness than anyone else’s. Parents contemplating divorce should remember their own emotional concerns are not naturally aligned with their child’s. So when a divorcing parent argues, “How could my children be happy if I wasn’t happy?” I always think, “Quite easily, in fact.”Everyone has the right to be happy. Even their Mom an Dad

Yes my children should do all they can to make sure they stick with what they have signed up for. I do not teach the easy way out. Divorce or quitting anything should be well thought through, and not always an option. Yet, I believe that I deserve to be happy as much as the next person, as do they.  Why I disagree with the above quote is very simple. Living in a tumultuous house can be just as detrimental. We as parents have to pick which we believe is better for our children and teach them that hard decisions will have to be made. They will have to live with something that wasn't their choice, true. Who doesn't. There will always be tough time's and not everything is in our control. I do not preach quitting anything! I teach my children, that their happiness is important and they deserve it. They have to work at it. 
People aren't perfect, I am most definitely not perfect. Of course I didn't want to hurt my kids and tear them away from all they once knew, but I stopped apologizing for it. Everytime I apologized to them, they had no choice but to believe it was a bad thing. I mean really, we are supposed to only apologize when we do something wrong, right? It only perpetuated the problem. I had to be strong and stand up for my decisions, so do they. I can't possibly teach my children to stand up for what they believe in if I don't, can I? 
I never wanted to put my children through a divorce, but I stopped apologizing and started explaining. I started talking with them, not to them. They know it is not their fault I left their Dad.

I recently did a Mock interview with them, a Q&A about, what they think about divorce and how it affected them. That Blog entry is soon to come. 

To all the Mom's still apologizing to your kids for your divorce, take some time to think about what you are apologizing for. Take some time to hear what they have to say. They deserve to know why you made a life changing decision. It doesn't have to include all the gory details, but they are much smarter than you think, they may already know. 

 I forgot to go over one thing, when I spoke to my daughter, about the birds and the bees. 

Pubic hair! Okay, don't get me wrong, I wasn't even aware I had to, but things have changed since the 70's. You know what I am talking about ladies, when pubic hair was, let me just say, a whole other animal! 

I never had to ask my Mom about pubic hair; I saw her naked, and well, it was the 70's, she had a lot of it. I guess I just knew that I would be getting it, and that was that. My poor daughter did not have that luxury. Yes, she has seen me naked, but I am carefully manicured down there. She hasn't been privy to a whole lot of pubic hair moments in her life. 

So this is how it went down. My partner and I had just turned on Netflix prepared to watch a full season of whatever caught our eye. Marathon it, as we like to say! My kids were just getting themselves ready for bed, and as usual my daughter, who has a bit of a bathing addiction, was in the bath.  

To give you a bit of a back story. Ryan, my partner, boyfriend, common law husband, or whatever you want to call him, has been in my life since she was just little. He loves her like she is one of his own, but nothing could have prepared him for this moment, or any Dad for that matter. 

Just after we said goodnight to my 14-year-old son, my 12-year-old daughter came barreling down the stairs. Butt ass naked! This is not a big deal in my house, as I believe there is no shame in the human body. Besides, she is a little girl, a late bloomer, and has never had a reason to cover herself up.

 I digress ... 

The 2 of us, Ryan and I, are sitting in the living room, just about to start our Netflix marathon, when she walks up to me, points at her vagina and shouts out, WHAT IS THIS!!!!! She was pointing at her newly found pubic hair! IT IS ITCHY; she shouted again.  Ryan, quickly turned his head, to not embarrass her, or himself I am sure. I then, let out a bit of a laugh, unsure of myself in that moment, unsure of how to react. I was proud that my daughter would want to come to me and ask that question. Proud, that she has no fear or shame in her body. Proud that she was comfortable enough in her skin to ask that question. 

I brought her back upstairs, as not to embarrass either Ryan or her, to talk to her about pubic hair. What has my life come to, pubic hair, really?  I explained to her what it was and why it was there. The one thing I may have skipped when talking to her about the birds and the bees. A strange but defining moment for the 2 of us, my daughter and I.  

I have always been open and honest with both of my children about sex, hormones, changing into a teenager, etc. I guess, I forgot to explain pubic hair. #parentingfails  

Love Yourself
We all gossip, I am aware of that. I too have been guilty of spreading a rumour or two, so believe me when I say I am not writing this atop my high horse.  Quite Honestly I am writing this because I hope to not only change my ways, but give some insight to the pain caused when people spread rumours, essentially, lies. 

I have put a lot of thought into this post as I wanted to make sure I do not come off misconstrued or hurtful, so I have decided to write part of it in an open letter format. Sharing how I felt being at the center of a Rumour. This way I do not have to go into the gory details or hurt anyone but simply get my point across.


An Open Letter: 

We were once friends, or so I thought. If I welcomed you into my home, I did it as if we were family. With no judgement on your past and honestly only the best hope for your future. I guess I hoped you would have too. I was wrong. I know I am not perfect, nor have I claimed to be. I have made many mistakes, and only hope to do better than I did yesterday. I thought you knew this about me. Again, I was wrong. 

The moment I heard the flutterings of my so called indiscretions and who all was speaking of them, my heart ached. I spent hours sobbing, and felt pain I had never before, a stab in my back. I couldn't believe you wouldn't come to me. I couldn't believe I meant that little to you. I couldn't believe you felt my heart so worthless that you would have no problem breaking it. I was devastated; I still am! 

I want you to know I tried to hold my head up high; I knew the truth, but more and more rumours were being spread. There were so many ignorant, vicious, hurtful and just plain mean things being said that I felt like dying. Did you know I felt like dying? No, you didn't, because you never once talked to me. You never once asked me or gave me a chance to defend myself. That is cowardly. I hope you understand that, and I hope you know that I would never have done that to you. If you don't or didn't know I had your back, then I am sorry. I wish you would have. 

So here I am, with a broken heart. I hope it was worth it to you. I hope you got what you needed out of this. I hope that you know that I once cared about you and unfortunately still do. But it is time for me to move on. To let go of what has happened and hold on tight to the people that really love and care for me. 

In conclusion I want to reiterate that I understand I am not perfect, and I have made mistakes in this but I do know that these particular rumours have been just that, rumours. I will not apologize for the spreading of lies or distasteful bullshit. 


As all of this was happening in my life, and still is, I asked myself?  How could these people I loved so dearly, turn their backs on me? Why are we as human's so quick to feed on the weak, and watch them suffer? 

This is what I have learned: 

You can't stop people from talking about you. ( Yah Yah  I already knew that, it was just hard to see through all the bullshit when it waThose s flying around.)  What you can do, is wait it out and hope for the truth to come out. There will always be haters that don't care to hear the truth. As well as ignorant people that will continue to spread lies. I just wish we could be better that we could see what we are doing to each other. 

 It brings me to the story of Amanda Todd, a young girl that committed suicide because she was being cyberbullied. The bullying started with a Rumour, a lie. She killed herself! It is time to wake up; time to go to the source, before whispering something we know nothing about to our friends. We could be sending someone over the edge. We could be breaking someone's heart, or worse. We all seem to care enough to send our son or daughter to school in a pink t-shirt on anti-bullying day, but not enough to stop a rumour in it's tracks? Something about this seems wrong, we aren't sending the right message to our children.  We are not leading by example. 

I know that we can't stop gossip, but we can stop the hate. We can stop harmful rumours right when they are spoken to us. We need to know if we are speaking the truth or repeating a lie. We need to be better; we should know the facts, before spreading the word. 

In conclusion,  I do want to say,  although my heart has been hurt, it has also been filled with the love of some amazing people in my life. Always cherish the people that come to you to clear things up when rumours are being spread of you, and want to hear it from the Horse's mouth, per say. Let the rest of them go, move on and remember, the next time you hear something bad about someone, find out the facts first! 
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With social media (Facebook) being a significant part of our lives, especially bloggers, it is almost impossible not to get caught up in the voyeurism this creates. The need to know what everybody else's lives look like in comparison to our own. It is The Extreme of keeping up with The Jones's. I too am guilty of stalking a friend's page and thinking that their life looks much better than mine. That I don't take enough picture's of my kids, or at least as many as they do. Yet, it doesn't mean I love them less than anyone else, although that may be what my social circle thinks or perceives.

If you take a look at my Facebook page, it will appear that I am the most positive person on the planet (well maybe, not on the planet). You wouldn't know that my family has had struggles recently because I don't want to show that to you. I am guilty! I want my life to look perfect, just as perfect as your Facebook Family does. Guess what it is not, and neither is yours but that is why I want to thank the bloggers.  The ones that write about how imperfect they are. That write about how hard life can be, you are the bloggers out there changing lives, helping people through theirs. 

Recently I read a Wonderful post from a fellow blogger Motherhoodwtf, she nailed it! 

When we post our selective moments of familial happiness and togetherness we send a message: This is our life. We are happy, active, and spend time together as a family. We vacation and go to pumpkin patches; we have ice cream cones and visit the aquarium; we spend windy Autumn days flying kites. via http://motherhoodwtf.com/when-photos-lie/

Because each and every one of us face challenges and adversity that we may not see on facebook, yet are brave enough to blog about it I have realized that my story is much like everyone else's. That, I am different yet much the same as the rest of you out there. I have hurt, happiness, stress, love, and even moments where I scream so loud, that only the dogs can hear me ( I do try to contain those moments ). What I am saying is I am not perfect but thank goodness, neither are the rest of you. Not everyone airs the trials of their day, but I am thankful for the bloggers that do, for the Mom's that step out of their comfort zone to tell us heartfelt issues they are having. To the Dad's that exclaim they have no idea what they are doing ( Thank you - Clint Edwards of No Idea What I am doing a Daddy Blog ). To Women and Men writing about the struggles, they had with their divorce and many more. I am grateful for each and every one of you. It is delightful to feel as though I am not the only one that might be struggling through my day; I am not the only one that has cried over spilled milk. It is you, the bloggers that write the down to earth stories, that affect us the most. 

So if you are looking for some cool people to connect with here are a few that I think are pretty noteworthy: 

Blogging is tough; it can be very difficult to put your heart on paper ( or to the keyboard ) for the world to see. I have much respect for the blogging family that I am a part of, the men and women that share (essentially) my works of art. Many of us are not looking for a quick buck, but a place to share our voice. With large blogs out there like the Huffington Post, it is difficult to compete. My advice would be, not to try. Keep up the good work with your real stories, the heartfelt ones that mean the most to the rest of us. I will always do my best to share your content and spread your beautiful words. 

Thank you!