Riley Finds out about Phineas and Ferb Live!!

Riley loves all things Disney! She loves Tinkerbell, and the Shake it Up girls, Good luck Charlie and most of all she LOVES Phineas and Ferb!
Here is Rye's reaction after I told her we will be going to see Phineas and Ferb the live show.

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JulesReveals: my beautiful Jewel...

I just wrote this poem a few nights ago, as I was watching my daughter sleep. This is the first poem I've written in a very, long time. My thoughts haven't been dormant, I just lost the will to jot them down. I guess you can say she's given me back my drive. I love you,

my beautiful Jewel...



what is it about you that makes me love you so much?

could it be your adorable cheeks?

your tiny feet?

or even the sound of your cry?



maybe it's your soft skin?

your smooth chin?

or your big, engaging eyes?



I think it's your whimsical senses?

your demand for attention?

or your calm sigh?



could be your bazaar hair?

your enchanting stare?

or you chunky thighs?



it's got to be your magnetizing laugh?

your love for your stuffed giraffe?

or your odd name, Rye?



how about your addicting smile,

your birthmark shaped like a reptile,

and that you are the perfect combination of he and I.

JulesReveals: inner child

I want to start with a poem I wrote when I was 16. I'd say the first 15 or so poems will be ones that were written when I was in high school. ..

I want to start with this one particular poem because it very personal and, in a way, introduces me - I was born in Ghana, came to the US at the tender age of 10 years old! In Ghana, I was very outspoken, outgoing, still shy, but I was a lively child and a very strong person. I was never afraid to speak my mind, always rose my hands in the classroom (very smart). I was the leader of the girls in my class, fought all our battle with the boys; you can I was very popular. In the middle of my 5 grade year (Class 5 in Ghana), I came to America to be with my mom and siblings (they were here long before I was). The move had an enormous impact on me; it stunted me. I wasn't the same Jules...

inner child.

i wanna know you again,

i wanna hear you scream and say what i can’t

i hate that you went away,

the month before april, before may,

that was the day



you are everything i am not,

everything i wish to be,

you say what i cannot,

what i really mean



i hate the change!

i wish i were you again!

i wish everything had stayed the same!



i hate that you left me alone,

now i feel like a clone,

trying so desperately to be you,

the original,

trying so hard to fill your shoes,

it’s unnatural



you left and took all my words with you,

took my courage and self esteem with you,

you stripped me of me,

took everything,

emptied me from start to finish,

and all you left was a blemish



Thank you for reading…



Happy Writing!

JulesReveals: locked up

This was a poem written by an overprotected girl dying to get out. It was also published when I was 16. Growing up, my mother was not as open-minded as she is today. She was inconsiderably overbearing. Forget hanging out with friends, we were lucky if we were allowed to go to the grocery store without her. This made it incredibly difficult for me to have any friends...let alone a boyfriend; I didn't have the normal teen experiences...

Locked Up



Why do I feel like a prisoner?

Did I commit a murder?

Am I ever gonna get out?

Did I break a law?

One that i don't know off?

If so what was it about?



Did I commit a robbery?

Are they sure it was me?

Did they know who were arresting?

Are they sure I'm the right person?



Was there a trial?

Was I at this trial?

Was there a jury?

Why did they all convict me?



How long am I going to serve?

Is this really what I deserve?

To be punished?

For a crime that was never accomplished?



For real though! What did I do all along?

And why don't I remember this wrong?

Why can't they forget and forgive?

and just let me live?



Why do they keep me locked up?

Why can't they just let me walk up the block?

WHEN ARE THEY GONNA LET ME OUT?

WHAT IS THIS ALL ABOUT?

JulesReveals: recovery

I wrote this next poem during my senior year of High School, in Study Hall. All my life I've felt trapped, Locked up. This was when I'd decided to do some growing up and figure out who I was, and what I wanted out of life. Every decision until that point had been made for me. I broke out; started with going to the college of my choice, against my mothers judgment.

recovery



now it's been 17 years

and I've had enough of this mess

I can't take it anymore

I'm closing the misery door



I know what I have to do now

I think I've known it all along

I just couldn't stature my wrongs

I just couldn't  figure out how



but now I'm there

what others thing, I don't care!

cuz I'm gone live for me!

no one can tell me anything!



I'm tired of laying low

and trying to satisfy everyone else

it's time for them to know

the gravy train is over, I'm gone only myself



from now on, it's gone be my way

no matter what they say

I'm living for me

and now, I'm gone be happy

JulesReveals: finding me

I wrote this poem one day after watching "Finding Nemo". It was during the first year on my own. I had a decent job, paying rent, and going to school. I was living my life on my terms and making my own decisions. It was liberating, and watching the Disney movie reminded me of all I'd been through to get where I was.

finding me 

From fighting sharks

to being torn apart

seeking clues

deep down in the big blue

the search for escape

to speaking whale

being swallowed

to the sea turtle follow

bumping stinging jellyfishes

to being grilled my imitating fishes

through the kicking, the screaming

the running, the bleeding

the anticipation, the fear

the thrill of being near

the cries, the worry

the loses, the glory

the singing, the laughter

the many more after

Dori and Marlin found Nemo

i found Juliet O.

Goodbye tampons, hello DivaCup!

On a very lonely night a couple of weeks ago, I was feeling ultra aroused but my favorite aunt, Flo was in town. Hubby was away for work that night so I really just wanted to take care of myself (hehe). I was surfing the net seeking advice on whether it was safe to do so, with my monthly visitor and came across something called softcups. Now, I had never heard of menstrual cups before this occurrence so this discovery piqued my interest. I went to the wonderful world of YouTube where apparently menstrual cups are the shit. I viewed several reviews on sofcups but the thing seemed so flimsy and just did not look secure. The reviews were mostly discouraging. I think there was only one video review with success. While I was looking for softcup reviews, I kept seeing DivaCup everywhere!! So I finally watched a video on The DivaCup, then two videos, then three; before I knew it, I had spent about 3 hours on YouTube watching DivaCup videos and reading countless reviews online. My period was ending so I decided to take the time until my next period to decided whether I wanted to try it out. Well, it didn't take me that long :) I ordered my DivaCup the very next day! What had me sold was it's cost-effectiveness. No more buying tampons and pads every other month. All I need is one DivaCup! They suggest changing it every year but some people use menstrual cups for 10 years or more. I think as long as you take good care of it, there's no need to replace it each year. Well, at least I don't plan to if its in perfect condition. The second selling point was that it's a green product. One less product to keep out of landfills, and thirdly, I love that it's cleaner and I don't have to be bothered with counting hours to change a tampon.

What is the DicaCup?

DivaCup is a mentrual cup that offers a safer alternative to pads and tampons. It is a small silicone, cone-shaped cup that is inserted into the vagina. It sits low in the vagina and collects mentrual blood.
The DivaCup does not contain latex, BPA or plastic; nor does it have any colors, dyes, or additives. It can be worn for up to 12 HOURS!!!! Yes!!

The cup come in 2 sizes. Size 1 is worn by teens and women under 30 who have not had any children, and size 2 is worn by women who have a children (vaginal or cesarean births) or over 30. The DivaCup website states that the difference between the two sizes is very small, but you must wear the recommended size in order for it to work properly.

How to use it:

My first experience!

Getting it in there is very easy but securing it can be tricky. Now almost all the reviews warn that there is a learning curve to using this. When I got my DivaCup a few days later, I wanted to try it and see how it felt so I played with it. Before my next mentrual cycle, I sort of practiced, I guess, putting it in and taking it out. When I finally got to try it out for real, I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get it on the first try. The first month of me using it did not go as I hoped. I had some leaks, not major just minor leaks that panty liner can handle. Most people took about two months to get the hang of it. That is fine by me, hell take 5 months, even if I have these little leaks forever, I will stand by my DivaCup! I am not at all discouraged though. I freaking love this thing. I hope it doesn't come to that. I will try inserting different ways to find what works for me. I hate tampons and I hate pads. They make me feel so dirty. The thought of sitting in dried blood makes me cringe. And even worse, having dried, soaked up blood just chilling in my vagina for 4-5 hrs is even more unpleasant. The bacteria, the risk of TSS, ohhhhh the grossness!! So either way I m so incredibly happy to have found the DivaCup.

I purchased my DivaCup on amazon, but it is sold at Whole Foods Markets. It costs between $21-$25.

Back Again.

So many changes have occurred since my last post and that's the reason I've been away for a bit. Actually just one change but it's a big change that seems like more. We moved! We moved from NY to CT. Since I haven't been working, we had to make some changes and moving out of NY seemed like what we needed. I love NY! But I love my baby girl more. I'm not ready to go back to work yet and I am not going to force myself to do so. Hence our migration to CT. We save a lot on our major bills ( rent, insurance, etc.). It's not too bad. Rohan is actually home more, oddly. He passes through CT quite often on his runs and stops home almost every night now. It's pretty awesome! It's also great because Rye gets to be with her grandma all the time. She loves that!