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I finally got my Omega 8006 Nutrition Center Juicer.  I’ve got to admit that I’ve been having a lot of fun with it since I’ve pulled it out of the box.  My kids probably think I’ve gone absolutely crazy, but that’s fine.  I have the satisfaction of slipping in nutritious goodness whenever I please without them really noticing.

My original reasons for buying a juicer was because of my 4yr old Oat. Since being weened from the bottle he has had countless digestive issues.  I believe these issues have led to his growth into being a very picky eater.  I’ve gotten to a point where I actually am concerned for his health because all he wants to eat is bread, cereal, and cheese. Its a lucky day if I can get him to eat meat or vegetables.  Heck, this kid doesn’t even like cookies.

My next reason is for my two older children Zavi, 9; and Eli, 6.  Zavi was diagnosed with ADD when he started Kindergarten.  After exhausted attempts of trying to discipline him into being controlled and focused at school I caved and allowed him to be medicated.  This only lasted a couple of months and I took him off of it because quite frankly, I don’t like drugging my kid.  Eli has yet to receive an official diagnosis but I’m very confident he would be pegged as the hyper ADD type of child.  After doing a little research I’ve learned that removing/replacing certain foods in their diet could help the “unwanted” symptoms of ADD.

The cherry on the sundae is the health benefits for me. First off, it seems that after I hit 25 I reentered puberty because acne has made a full swing back at me an its been hell trying to fight it off. A friend of mine told me that juicing helped her acne clear up so why not?  At least if it doesn’t I’ll still have a healthier lifestyle with more natural energy to keep up with my rugrats.

My first recipe?

Robot Juice
1/2 c baby carrots
handful baby spinach
2 gala apples
1 bosc pear

Just experimenting for now but so far it hasn’t been too difficult getting the boys to drink my creations.  The taste is sweet and not recognizable as spinach, but it does get the green color.  The only resistance I met is because of it looking different.  I figure the more I can get them to down, the faster they’ll acquire a taste and be begging me for their next glass.  That’s my hope at least.  Haha.

Until next time… I’ll be free flying Cali style.

Wow have I got an update to share with you!

I’ve moved to California.  Yep, that’s right.  The Golden-Sunshine state.  Yeah, I realize that Florida is the actual sunshine state.  However, with being a Texas gal who is accustomed to overcast, cold, crappy days during this time of year… I am in the Golden-Sunshine state.  Been out here for a couple months now and its gorgeous.  This place completely fits my personality.  I enjoy living a green lifestyle, hey… I’m surrounded by people who want the same.  There are so many different places in the surrounding areas to get my hands on green-products; so rather than walking into the dead wanna-be whole foods store near my hometown in Texas and buying products that look like they’ve been sitting on the shelf since the day the store opened, I am able to walk into places that are busy and packed with fellow green lovers that I can have wonderfully green conversation with.

Since being out here I’ve taken on a couple new steps.  One that I’ve actually started dabbling with and one that will begin as soon as I receive my Omega juicer.  Ohhh yeah.  J  So first things first… I’ve started dabbling in natural home remedies.  My first challenge:  The hideous seed wart that planted itself on my 4-yr old’s forehead which had come back with a vengeance after it was unsuccessfully removed the first time using medicinal poison.  The treatment?  Fresh garlic at night and fresh lemon juice during the day.

It was real simple and only took 1 week to get results!!  After my son fell asleep at night I would overlap a freshly cut, thin sliver of garlic on the wart and secure it with a bandage.  The next morning he would wake and remove.  In the morning I would cut a slice of lemon and throughout the day I’d swirl my finger in the flesh of the lemon and rub the juice on the wart.  I repeated both steps daily.  It was really interesting because for the first 3 days I wasn’t sure if it would actually work.  It would seem as though the wart would get smaller but then it seemed to bounce right back to size as the day progressed.  After day four though… it started becoming scab-like and hard.  On the 5^th day it was a dark red color and clearly agitated.  I kept up with a vengeance of my own to rid him of the little monster.  The 6^th day came… it was there in the morning but by the afternoon my son came up to me complaining that his forehead was bleeding.  J  The wart had completely fallen off.  It grossed me out to think of a shriveled wart lying somewhere nearby, but I felt victorious in my new pursuit of home remedies.  Granted, my next step was slightly backwards (I slathered some Neosporin on it to speed the healing process and reduce the possibility of scarring) but I’m none the less continuing to move forward in my new-true to the green lifestyle.  Day by day right?  J  Next goal?  Try some natural remedies in changing the diet of my children to tackle ADD, digestive issues, and eczema.  J  As soon as I get my juicer in the mail I will be posting my journey.  Until then, I’m free flying – Cali style.

Volunteering to be the Room Mom for my son’s class is kind of a big deal for me.  It forces me to look inward and deal with some deep-rooted thoughts and characteristics.  As social as I might appear to be, I’m quite the opposite.  Close friends of mine who have actually stuck around know that there are certain times during the year where I will become a hermit and won’t reach out to anyone.  I don’t know why I go through this phase, but I look at it as my hibernation to recollect myself and enjoy some quiet time with my family.  Typically I’m not even aware that I’ve entered my hibernation until my good friend Danno points it out, chuckles, and tells me he’ll be there when I come out again.

Becoming Room Mom this school year means that going into hibernation is not an option for me.  I will need to leave my comfort zone and stay in consistent communication with my son’s teacher and the other volunteer Moms of his class.  This is where confronting my deep-rooted thought comes into play.  Women don’t like me.  At least not the majority.  You might be thinking that I’m being silly and have insecurities within myself.  This is not the case.  I believe that sometime after I was born an evil witch stood over my crib and sprinkled a cursing repellent that would cause peers of the same sex to hate me.  Yep.  Thats my story.

Am I alone on that?  Ever since Kindergarten I’ve been outcasted from the other girls.  In 2nd grade I had a couple of girlfriends, but it was only on the terms of one and she liked to kick me in the shins when I didn’t do what she wanted me to.  Beyond that no matter where I went… girls hated me.  To this day… they still don’t like me.  In 8th grade I remember being alone with this one girl from this group of girls that all disliked me, and I actually asked her WHY she didn’t like me.  What did I do?  Her response??  Lol.  ”I don’t know. I just don’t like you.”  I have tried the tactic of killing them with kindness only to be continuously glared at and gossiped about.  My Mom always told me not to worry about them because they were just jealous.  Jealous of what though?  I still haven’t found the answer and this blog isn’t about finding that answer.

Fast forward and I’m an adult with three wonderful school-aged boys and I’m back on the playground.  Literally.  I find myself at a loss of words when I’m among other Moms.  Last year during Open House at school, my son introduced me to his best friend’s Mom.  We shook hands, smiled, said its nice to meet you.  Then there was silence.  I really didn’t know what to say beyond that.  I wanted to spark up some interesting conversation but I continued to draw a blank.  Nothing else was said so I went through and met all of his teachers and we went home.

I think part of my problem now is that I don’t know how to talk to women.  Usually the topics I enjoy and can contribute to deal with current events both here and from around the world, politics, eco awareness and so on.  I don’t get much feedback when I do try to bring up such topics.  I’ve even halfway debated on watching Sex in the City as a tutorial on how to hang out and get along with my peers.  With all this said you can understand why my transformation into being a Room Mom is such a big deal for me.  Not only am I doing this to be a larger part of my son’s education, but this is also a step forward for myself.  I want this and its happening… and you have front row tickets to watch it all go down.  Or up!  =)

I’m not afraid anymore though.  I’ve made the executive decision within myself to stand proud, do whats right, love my children, and support their education.  If I stick to my heart then I know I’m good.  If I still have haters at the end of this school year, maybe they are jealous.  Who knows and who cares?  At least I’ll go to sleep knowing I grew to be a stronger and better Mother because of it.

Any and all feedback on your experiences being Room Moms/Dads are completely welcome!  Talk to you all next time!

I am so very excited to share a poem I wrote in 2005 while blogging on Xanga.  I’ve always enjoyed writing poetry and have a nice collection of journals from my teen years where I would write all the time.  This poem, however, is my most favorite.  I have feared for years now that it was lost because I hadn’t touched Xanga since 2006.  (My blogging on Xanga was more of an online ranting journal. I also spent some time on Livejournal which hosted rants similar rants.)  Thankfully after a bit of searching and learning to use quotations in the search box, I found it!  *happy dance*

I hope you enjoy it.

Bittersweet secrets overcome these lips;
beatings of my heart, which are so intense.
Lightly crashing waves rushing to my sides;
heavy rays of sun masking my hearts cries.
Feelings of being found and then being lost;
holding onto memories hung on my life’s cross.
Silence are my words as screams are my soul;
life can pass me by but I’ll never let go.

Hello world!  Thank you for stopping by and giving me a few minutes out of your day.  I can appreciate the spare minutes since there isn’t much of that around these parts.  My time mostly involves keeping up with my three very active boys who just looooove their Momma, so again… whether you have kids or not… I know your day is probably busy and bursting at the seams… THANK YOU for coming by!

So I’m new to this whole blogging thing.  My wonderful Aunt who is more like a big sister turned me onto the idea of putting my laundry out there because with my boys… people would enjoy reading about my days and get a laugh out of it.  Why keep all this comedy to myself, right?  Its been an interesting journey so far and I’m just getting started!  Yay for that!

So while I’m sitting here setting up my blog it comes to the part where I have to name it. Hah! My original idea was to use my Twitter name ByrdieG… but then once I said it out loud to myself, I didn’t like it anymore. If I were to go to a blog by “ByrdieG” I think my expectations would be to find some hip-hop loving hooligan talkin about all the hottest new fashions in the club scene!  Since I’m the lighter, more country-fied Momma person… that just wasn’t gonna cut it.  So I’m sitting here trying to think of some witty way for me to encorporate Byrd into my name and it hits me!  FlyAwayByrdie!  Hah!

There is a story on that one.  When I was about six and in Kindergarten I would get picked on at recess because of my name.  All these other jerk kids had speech problems I guess and couldn’t pronounce Heather.  My name was Feather.  Mix that with Byrd, which is my last name, and I was Feather Byrd.  Ohhh, how clever were they to laugh and tell me to go fly away.  I remember getting SO upset about that and I went crying to my Mom.  Boo-hoo.  She gave me the best tid-bit of advice.  “Next time they tell you to fly away, you tell them you will fly above their heads and poop on them.”  I laughed but I knew instantly in my little six year old brain that I wouldn’t have the guts to do it.  That was until it happened again and I felt the bratty nature take over and spilled that comment right out of my mouth!  They might have thought I was gross (which that is pretty gross!!) but they didn’t tell me to go fly away anymore.  Hahah.  Who has the last laugh now?  =)  Thats right.  This gal!

You’ll find in these next coming months that I’ll be posting about my experiences of becoming the “Room Mom” for my oldest son’s class as well as sharing my love of our planet and ways we can all make little changes in our habits to better the environment around us.  Once the ball is really moving you’ll be able to find me guest writing on my Aunt’s blog and her coming and spreading some artsy goodness on mine.  Hope you stick around for the ride because its gonna be a fun one!

Catch you guys next time!