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Hi. Welcome. I created CookieMOMster because when I was a first time mom 6 years ago cookies saved me. I was in a whirlwind of sleepless nights, crying and baby drool. I ate lots of cookies and began writing. Writing had been my passion since I was young and I had forgotten how much it meant to me. It's funny how these little lives come into your life and cause chaos but at the same time allow you to re-discover yourself. Thank you to Konrad and Koby for that. So sit down have a cookie and read. I hope you enjoy my blog as much as I enjoy writing. Thanks for visiting. I'm glad you stopped by.

Monday, March 16, 2009


Someone called me an idiot savant. The same someone said I had a learning disability. This same someone made me feel little, very little.

At first when I was called the idiot savant I tried to rationalize well at least I maybe brilliant in something. That something being my writing. But deep inside, my head was screaming NO! That was not kind. Then that someone said I had a learning disability. That all of these years I have over compensated for how teachers may have failed me. I rationalized this by blaming it on my teachers. But deep inside, my head was screaming NO! That was not kind. Then that someones tone changed. That someone began pointing and starring and shaking their head, and I sat. I sat in that chair, shrinking. Getting smaller and smaller with each word being uttered from their mouth. I wanted to get away and crawl under something. I wanted to be invisible....I felt little, very little.

Words can hurt as much as a knife cutting through flesh. You may not bleed from the words but they pierce through you just as much. I sit typing this blog getting a little bit bigger...each day I grow more, realizing I am me the me I knew before those harsh words attacked my very being.

But I write this to show how ones words can effect someone. Words are powerful. Use them wisely...
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; they become your destiny.
written by, unknown

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I am me...She is she

I say potato...She says patato
I say biggest loser...She says american idol
I say oprah...She says rachel ray
I say dog...She says cat
I say hugh jackman...She says brad pitt
I say jennifer aniston...She says angelina jolie
I say beyonce...She says janet jackson
I say bono...She says sting
I say summer...She says spring
and on and on and on it goes....................

TWO very different people dancing to their own special beat. Differences are what make up each persons individuality. The differences are what makes each other special and unique. I get it but what happens when these two different beats are not able to make a rhythm together.
One drum sounds...rat tat tat
the other drum sounds...boom boom boom
each drum making beautiful sounds but they can't be played together. Alone they make music, together they make noise.
It all works fine when each drum is played solo but put these two drums side by side and the music stops. Each drum can not understand the others beat. Each drum is happy with the sounds that they have created around them and don't need the other drum messing up the rhythm.
As a person in the audience I enjoy both sounds and I'd prefer the two drums not to play together. They are their own drum. Let them create the sounds that are perfect for them. Why push a tat or a boom on either when they both sound perfect alone. As the audience we need to except some instruments as solo performers. Enjoy them for the music they give. And as for each individual drum, play the music that they drum best. Except each others sound for what is played...rat tat tat or boom boom boom. Don't try to want or ask for more out of that drum because baby, that drum is jammin to its own special beat.

Embrace it!
Enjoy it!
Dance it!

twirl with a cookie...they make a good dance partner.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Happy Trails.....

Who is content with their life? That is the question my professor posed to my seminar class last week. We where discussing the story of "Rasselas." A prince that lives in a place called Happy Valley. There he lives in happiness all of the time. But the prince is unsettled and longs for more. And so Professor Curley asked...Who here is content with the life they live? I sit among students varying in age, but most are young, therefore many shook their heads or mumbled "No." Not realizing it but my head was softly nodding "yes." The professor caught my nod and mentioned something like...So Kim who is married and has some years of experience can say she is content. I said aloud, "Yes, I am content." Thinking of Konrad and Koby, my marriage and some of what I have accomplished in life...YES! I am content. But further discussion in class and contemplating this past week made me question...How content am I???? Just like Rasselas, which states in the story, "I have already enjoyed too much; give me something to desire" (13). And that is when I realized it all comes down to DESIRE. I truly am CONTENT with my life but I DESIRE so much more. Just as Rasselas did. I realize life is a journey and one must have dreams and goals but with out the passion and DESIRE to go after those dreams and goals your journey might take you to a dead end. So I began thinking of what I DESIRE and realized my journey is full of winding roads, up hills, down hills and some bumps but I look ahead with much enthusiasm knowing my Happy Valley lives with in. Life is what each one of us makes of it. To search for happiness is going on a journey with no ending.

Happy Trails to you all as you travel on your own journey.
Take a cookie or two in case you get hungry!