Monthly Archives: October 2015

“I said, ‘I don’t want to carve a damn pumpkin!'”

I was over carving pumpkins a few years ago, bur B insisted that we must carry on the tradition of 3 jack-o-lanterns: one carved by each of us.  *SIGH*  Last year, the hubs joined in and bullied me into carving something. I barely made an effort and I took my frustrations at them out on the poor gourd.

This year, I was quite clear that I am NOT carving a pumpkin, no matter what anyone says! B is a teenager now, he’s going trick-or-treating with friends and no parent tag-a-longs, for goodness sake! If I can allow him to do that, he can accept my desire to not carve a pumpkin.

So, once the hubs finished hunting yesterday morning, B and I took a break from running errands to meet him for lunch. Afterwards, I went on to do the grocery & costume accessory shopping and B went with the hubs. They were going to pick out pumpkins for themselves. I was so happy that they made no attempt to convince me to come and pick out a pumpkin for myself. I even reminded the hubs before we parted that he is only buying two for them because I Will. Not. Be. Carving. This. Year.

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Then I came home from my errands to find this on the back porch.

Me: I said, “I don’t want to carve a damn pumpkin!”

The hubs: I know. But I thought you might change your mind and I wanted to save you the hassle of running around tomorrow to find one. You have so much to do tomorrow.


He just smiled, kissed me patronizingly on the head, and walked away.

I’m not doing it people! I am declaring it so here, in public, y’all as my witnesses, that I will NOT be carving that damn pumpkin!


Just when I think he’s no longer my little boy…

B is a teenager now. He is so grown up in his looks and actions:

  • His face is so mature and his body has new hair in so many places.
  • He takes a lot of care in choosing his clothes (he only wants shirts that are narrower at the bottom than at the shoulders to show how “cut” he is (his words, not mine).
  • Girls have crushes on him and he has crushes on girls.
  • He runs ahead and holds a door for a women with a stroller.
  • He takes packages and groceries out of my hands, “I got these, Ma.”
  • He puts himself to bed. Gone are the days of, “Will you just stay with me until I fall asleep? Pleeease?”

And just when I think the boy is gone forever and I start to grieve, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran comes on the radio and B totally gets grossed out by the line, “…will your mouth still remember the taste of my love…”, and I smile. There he is. That’s my little boy. While I embrace the man he’s becoming with one arm, I’m still holding the hand of the boy he has not yet left behind.

Jess-ism #1

I’m starting a new feature on the blog: Jess-isms, pearls of wisdoms from me. Most days, I feel like I’m barely keeping my head above water as a woman, friend, wife and mostly as a mom. However, I do receive compliments on B’s politeness, consideration, maturity & wit, my cooking, my marriage and womanhood. I’ve never been one to hoard tips and tricks, so I’m going to share what I know with y’all. Here’s the first one…

Jessism #1

Id, Ego & Super-ego – Sigmund Freud



Talk to the Groin

This past week was so much fun! The hubs had off for a federal holiday last Monday, he worked Tuesday & Wednesday, took off Thursday to hunt and we headed out of town Friday morning. We went to Hershey, Pennsylvania to celebrate B’s 13th birthday. How can he possibly be 13 years old already?! SMH Hersheypark, and the hotel where we stayed, were awesome! Great adventures, food, service, room – we couldn’t have asked for more!

Last night, once we’d climbed into bed, I leaned over and kissed the hubs goodnight, saying, “I love you. Thanks for a wonderful weekend!” He responded, “Talk to the groin.” So I scoonched down to his manly bits, kissed them and said, ” I love you. Thanks for a great weekend!”

“What are you doing!” the hubs exclaimed.

“You said ‘Talk to the groin’,” I responded.

He laughed. “I said, ‘Back to the grind’, because I have to go back to work tomorrow!”

He sleeps on the left side of the bed, and my left ear is the deaf one, so I totally misheard what he said. LOL

Thrifty Thursday: Buying Costco Gasoline Even If You Aren’t a Member

I don’t know about where y’all live, but where I live, the least expensive gasoline is at the wholesale clubs: Costco, Sam’s Club and BJ’s. And with traffic and commutes increasing every year, we could all use some gas-saving ideas!

This may be hard to believe for some of y’all, but not everyone who lIves near a wholesale club actually belongs to one. 😱  Not everyone can, or desires to, buy in bulk or store bulk items. Some just won’t buy enough to justify the cost of the membership. But that’s OK, because if you know a Costco member, and they’re willing to help a friend, you can still buy gas there!

Did you know that if you are using a Costco Cash Card to pay for gas, you don’t need a membership card? It’s true! Usually when you get gas at Costco, you must first swipe your active membership card and then your debit or credit card. However, you can pull up to the pump, insert a Costco Cash Card, and pump your gas. 😃

So, reach out to your Costco member friends, give them some cash, and ask them to pick you up a Costco Cash Card next time they happen to be shopping. It’s easy-peasy to do! When your friend is checking out with a cashier (not self-checkout) they let the cashier know they’d like a cash card for $XX and the cashiers keep the cards right in their registers.

Don’t forget to do a little somethin’ special for your Costco friend on their birthday or at Christmas time as a thank you.


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