About Goldie

There are certain things that I know for sure in this world of ours.

1.  It is not a coincidence that happy hour and witching hour both begin at the same time. If they don't, they should be synchronized.
2.  You cannot survive whine without wine. This is an absolute truth.
3.  I do not need research to support my hypothesis that TV time for preschoolers is good, both for your non-stop, always talking, screaming or saying the two words, “Mommy look”preschooler and for the Mommy who knows her eyeballs will just shrivel up if she “looks” one more time.
4.  Calories do not count if you moan in ecstasy while consuming.
There are many more lessons learned but I don’t find them as important as these three. If one or all of these offend you, this might not be the blog for you. If you’re still reading, raise a glass of sanity and welcome!
I like to pretend I take a multi-disciplinary approach to parenting and living but that’s just a big-word way of saying I’m distracted. I’d love to write a blog just about trying new recipes but I find that the minute I go to pour the vanilla in the ½ teaspoon, someone bumps into me and I wind up pouring an entire teaspoon in. I’d love to bitch about being a Mom to a preschooler, a toddler and a husband who acts like a toddler. So, why not do both? I mean, Mom's have to eat, right? Even if they don’t mean to, I’m sure in the midst of stirring their boiling pot of spaghetti, they look down to notice they have a huge paint stain on their boob...or is that just me?
If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a stay-at-home Mom. Some days, I wouldn’t trade it for the world but that’s usually when someone is napping and the other is in forced quiet time, or as we like to call it “solitary confinement.”
K-bear is my four year old who is just the light of my life. We predict that she will be in a position of power and persuasion, wherever she can boss someone around. Her conflict in life will be that she is also very sensitive. When I yell about something or my Baby Bear rears back and smacks me in the eyeball, K-bear comes running over and kisses my eye.  When Papa Bear and I are at our wits end during a particularly lengthy temper tantrum, it’s K-bear that starts to sing in a melodic whisper which calms Baby Bear down immediately. Since neither Papa nor I have ever received our parent of the year award yet, it’s K-bear that keeps us humble, shows us our areas of improvements and makes us better parents just by being around us. She is most definitely our inspiration in life.

Then there is our aforementioned Baby Bear. I remember when she was beating the living daylights out of me in the womb, I worried about how it would be possible to love another child as much as I love my K-bear. But loving Baby Bear was immediate. There was no gradual entry to my heart- she was there from the start of it. There's this book that I love to read to her, "I love you through and through" by Bernadette Shustak. Now, I'd totally recommend this book if it wasn't for the fact that I think Baby Bear uses this book against me. She hears that I'll love her even if she's screaming like a banshee on Ghost Hunters while that's not really the book's premise but I am absolutely, insanely crazy about her.
And last and he would say “least” when looking at the hierarchy of power, is Papa bear. The single greatest bear I have ever had the pleasure of driving crazy. He is not only everything I’ve ever wanted in a hairy bear but he also exceeds everything I’ve ever wanted in a father to my cubs. He’s kind and loving. He’s hands on and fun and he’s everything I am not (and that is one long list). I am so proud to be his Goldie and so proud to be his wife. My aspiration is that he could one day say the same about me (not the “wife” part as that would just be weird) but you get where I’m going with this.
If I haven’t lost you at “happy hour,” thanks for hanging around! I’ll repeat what I say throughout most of the blog. Most of these recipes and clip art come from somewhere else. I will do everything in my power to give credit where credit is do. There are times where the planets align and I think up something creative. If this happens and I don’t give proper credit to someone with a similar idea, please don’t sue me. My children have more money in their bank accounts than I do. It’s never intentional and let’s face it, cotton ball clouds aren’t unique and as far as I can tell, can’t be copyrighted. But I'd be more than happy to hear you out...just please contact me during happy hour.