Sexpot With Stretch Marks

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Hello cuties! Going with a thankful Thursday vibe here even though my two youngest sons are driving each other bonkers at the end of summer here. (I have five kiddos from 2 1/2 to 19.) I wanted to spread some positivity to all you mommies. If you lost your mojo, need a pick-me-up today or just like to read uplifting stuff, click below for a copy of my ebook, Sexpot With Stretch Marks~Fierce Musings Along the Journey to Self-Love with Sass.” Have a fabulous day!

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Love, Jenny
xx

I Would Have Been Burned At The Stake

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As I was driving to my middle son’s field trip yesterday, I had this song on repeat.  I was looking at the trees with so much love.  Truly, I can tap into to this pulse of the Universe.  This wild and ancient knowing of our true power and that of the Universe.  I’m so connected to nature.  It is a deep feeling I can’t explain really.  But as I was feeling so alive and in love with life, letting the music caress my soul, grateful I’m an entrepreneur and have the freedom to plan my life, day, and vibe.  I choose joy.  Is everything perfect in my life?  No.  But it’s pretty damn wonderful.

No makeup, just pure sunscreen and bug spray, full of happiness with my middle boy.  His trip was to Cold Spring Village in Cape May, NJ.  I have been there two other times, each on a field trip with my older two kids.  I forget everything each time, so it was new to me.  First stop was a home built in 1820.  I looked on the website and I think it’s the  Spicer-Leaming house.  We learned so much.  Like blow your mind learning.  Boys were married at 16, girls were married at 13.  Their parents choose who you would marry.  Men died at 45, women died at 35.  They often died at childbirth and disease was killing everyone off due to the uncleanliness and spread of germs. I think she said if you had 8 kids, 5 of them would die.  They didn’t name their babies until they were 9-12 months old.  Breaks my heart thinking of how much sadness that they had to deal with.  You had no freedom.  Women couldn’t even drink at the tavern.  LOL!  That was a dealbreaker for me.  I would have truly been burned at the stake.  I’m too rebellious by nature and ain’t no man gonna boss me around.  The moms and teachers were all saying how we would not have fit in then.  These women are independent and speak their minds.  My kind of gals.  Oh…and when you died, your family put your dead body on the kitchen table and put flowers around you so you didn’t stink as much.  The rotting body on the table caused many of the health problems obviously.

This guy was acting like he was a teacher back in the 1800’s. I stood outside to enjoy the sunshine with my friend, Jill. We could hear his sternness and then the kids laughed. He punished them by making one kid wear a dunce cap and another one by standing on a brick. It was to shame them. I can see how shame was so ingrained in that culture and the next two generations. Everyone was not allowed to feel. It was pretend, keep in line, be reserved. Wild was not allowed. Again, I would have been burned at the stake. I would have let my wild slip out at some point. I imagine there was no room for desire, so they had a lot of anger inside at not being allowed to be in love and make love to who they wanted. How many gay people died a regretful life having never truly loved back then?  I think about feelings, versus isn’t the carpenter exhibit cool. Although he did inspire Finn to want to be a carpenter now…for this week at least.

I got the feels for a second in the printing press seeing old newspapers and as a writer, thinking of how much freedom is created through writing. Not that I think they could write what whatever they wanted of course.  The first sign, how true is the top line!  The second part is hilarious.  The coffee sign cracked me up too.  Female writers always seemed so saucy and daring back in the day and of course…still.

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The kids had a great day and so did I.  Hanging out with my girl, Jill, who was in our group needs to be done more often.  Duh…we talked about Prince.  I’m going to call her Princess from now on.  She’s the bees’ knees.  I got to give hugs and kisses to my friend. Christine’s daughter, Waverly.  I adore her and Christine.  I got to also hug my friend, Jaime, who I have not seen in ages.  Also, my friend Tobi who I feel like no time has passed since the field trip last year.  I was honored to get smiles and a few words from my friends Stacey, Jenny, Steffanie and a few other chicas.  Finn’s teacher, Mrs. Naplacic, is so real and funny.  That seems to be a theme around me.  I know so many fierce and fabulous women.  It’s so cool.

I had a newfound gratitude and fresh perspective on my life and how much freedom I have.  The day ended so beautifully with me putting on my bikini and heading to the beach with my hubby, kids, and meeting my fabulous photographer friend, Violet. She did my most recent photoshoot and she is not only a joy to work with, but super talented.  Just look at my website.

I took a picture of myself, her, the beach, and then my phone died and was off the grid for a few hours.  It was so freeing.  But I wish I could have shown you all the glorious blues that lit up my children’s eyes as the sun set.  It was a goosebump happy I’ll never forget.  Finn came down after his playdate on the playground.  I actually felt like a millionaire already.  I felt the riches.  I am so rich.  Whoa on the blessings for sure.  i could not have asked for more in that moment.

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My beautiful blue bracelet I bought for $3.15 cents on teh field trip. I thought I just wanted to get the blue for throat chakra work as I expand my audience. But it reminds of me blue skies. To keep my head in the clouds and focused on my dreams.

 

My friend and photographer, Violet Karyn. Click blow the picture for her website.

I tried to capture her beauty and how her mirrored glasses were reflecting the blues of the sky and ocean.  She looked so dreamy!  But she clearly is the photographer.  We talked God, problems, fears, had some laughs, and prayed together.  That’s how I roll.   The link to her website is below.

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Here’s the badass tee I’m wearing.

My shirts which would definitely gotten me burned.
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Never be afraid of your wild.  It’s part of your power.  As women, it is what connects us to that force when we give birth.  You’re magic.  Be unapologetic true to you.  Have a blessed day, sweet cheeks!

P.S.  Ended the day with Skinnygirl Spicy Margaritas while watching Real Housewives and There Goes The Motherhood…cause you know…balance.  😉  A few of the moms from #TGTM were tweeting back to me so it was really fun.  They are some great moms.  Life is good.  Always look for the good.

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I’m not Martha Stewart

Before Pinterest social media showing off, I had two kids. I sewed some clothes, baked some cakes, glitterized Christmas balls, made some jewelry, and a general crafting phase would come and go. I only had Martha to go by. I knew I’d never be her. I was happy with my little projects.

Enter the new world of “those” moms. I admire those moms. I am friends with those moms. I love those moms.  I stay in my lane. They stay in theirs. I venture to that side and I’ll cook some amazing soup, but then I get ambitious. I get cocky. I try to dye Easter eggs using natural methods like foods. I see some pins on Pinterest. I rebel. I wing it.  I am not one of those moms.

I tried.  I prepped the night before.  Spinach for green, beet for pink, red cabbage for purple, turmeric for yellow, and paprika for orange. We waited.
I tried. I prepped the night before. Spinach for green, beet for pink, red cabbage for purple, turmeric for yellow, and paprika for orange. We waited.

Nothing.

My oldest son Aidan busted out the food coloring when his few didn't turn color.  Just a white egg.
My oldest son Aidan busted out the food coloring when his few didn’t turn color. Just a white egg.

Of course they got carried away.

Hulk egg is what he was going for.
Hulk egg is what he was going for.

Meanwhile, I’m brainstorming. Add some vinegar. I only have Apple Cider Dr. Braggs. Hey, I’ll give it a whirl.

More playing.  At least they had fun.
More playing. At least they had fun. My middle son Finnegan’s Hulk egg masterpiece.

Now, I’m thinking…what dyes things? Tomato sauce dyes my Tupperware and white sink, plus the kids clothes when they eat spaghetti and I don’t catch the stain in time.

Food coloring made some cool eggs.
Food coloring made some cool eggs. My youngest son Seamus created this design.

As I dunk the eggs that are resistant to my natural methods into the tomato sauce I’m thinking Pizzeria eggs and totally cracking myself up. Wouldn’t it be cool if it worked?

My middle son just says forget it after his Hulk egg and eats a few.  Look at how cool the inside is.  It's art.
Finnegan just says forget it after his Hulk egg and eats a few. Look at how cool the inside is. It’s art.

I’m now telling them (like I’m on like a TED talk) about what Mommy is teaching them here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not nice all the time. I can be mean, stern mom often with five kids with three of them being “spirited” boys. But let me have my TED/good mom moment here. I say, “You know what I’m teaching you guys here? Determination. I didn’t lose sixty pounds, write two books, and become a successful life coach by giving up. You try something. It doesn’t work. You try something else. That doesn’t work. You try something else. That doesn’t work…you what?

The youngest two boys are still in the room and they echo, “You try something else.” I smile.  Patting myself on the back, I leave the eggs to stew in my concoctions and make my Butternut squash soup. I Facebook. I referee with the boys fighting. I give someone a pep talk.  I play with the baby. Isn’t she adorable?

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She’s so very. My Dylaney Maeve.

 

The final outcome. In the words of Finn as I explain that I’m sharing this story in a blog. “Did you say…EPIC FAIL? Nice try though.”

I say, “No, it wasn’t a failure. Two eggs turned out okay.”

Blue one was from boiled red cabbage with a little vinegar added after a while and the yellow one is from turmeric with vinegar as well.
Blue one was from boiled red cabbage with a little vinegar added after a while and the yellow one is from turmeric with vinegar as well.

Funny thing is in my twenties, as a stay-at-home mom, I would watch Martha Stewart’s show and drool.  I would have felt like a failure with this egg incident. I wouldn’t have told anyone it didn’t turn out because I would have been embarrassed. I would have been mad at myself and gotten crabby. I would have felt stupid. Thank God, I don’t focus on my shortcomings anymore. Self-love transformed me.  Back then, I felt in competition with other moms and other women in general.  At 37, I celebrate the great things about those moms and all women, knowing their strengths do not take away from me.  We all get to be beautiful, smart, and a wonderful in our own unique ways.

For my wins…first of all, I take a mean selfie.

New Victoria's Secret off the shoulder sweatshirt and MAC lipstick, color named Ruby Woo.  Love the name.  I captioned a selfie on Instagram..."Red lipstick solves evverything."  It sure makes me feel good!
New Victoria’s Secret off the shoulder sweatshirt and MAC lipstick, color named Ruby Woo. Love the name. I captioned a selfie on Instagram…”Red lipstick solves everything.” It sure makes me feel good!

Okay, not a full win in parenting department, but my two older boys have been cleaning their room…slowly…like turtle speed, but it’s progress. Last night Aidan was supposed to go home and clean, but he literally passed out on my parents’ couch after dinner.

Allergies?  A cold?  He really wasn't feeling great, but he was at a sleepover the night before.  Quite suspicious!  Today...quite better.
Allergies? A cold? He really wasn’t feeling great, but he was at a sleepover the night before. Quite suspicious! Today…quite better.

Totally not a win, but had to share super funny pic.  I think he has a future in stand up.

Seamus put on his baby sisters coat as we were getting coats on to leave my parents' house.  Dennis the Menace.  God made him cute for a reason.  Remember, he's spirited.
Seamus put on his baby sister’s coat as we were getting ready to leave my parents’ house. Dennis the Menace. God made him cute for a reason. Remember, he’s spirited.

Hope you had a good weekend.  Remember, life’s too short to be hard on yourself. Just let Martha be Martha and you be you. You’re a total rockstar in your own right. Btw…I’ll never stop trying to be crafty. I can’t help myself. Wish me lucky tomorrow as I purchase stuff for the preschool Easter party on Thursday. (Yes, I’m getting a pre-made kit and I’m not ashamed of it.

P.S. My oldest daughter could become the next Martha Stewart, only in her own crafty awesomeness. Watch out, Pinterest, McKayla will be one to watch for.

Chicks let’s unite, and mind our own beeswax. Confessions from a wild mom.

Oh, the stories my kids will tell about me.
Oh, the stories my kids will tell about me.

I was talking with one of my girlfriends this week who is married and is not going to have kids. I applaud her. I love choices. I joked that I had enough for the both of us. She has an amazing business that is growing at a super speed. Being a mother is hardcore with five kids over here and add working, it’s a crazy thing people throw around that’s an illusion called “balance.” It will look different for everyone and changes by the day. Do I need a break sometimes? At least five times a week, the other two days, my hubby is off. True story.

I know of some mothers who chose to not want to be a full time mother anymore, which I wonder, without judgment, if they had any question before they had kids if they really wanted to be a mother? Make no mistake here though, children should be raised by those who will love them and if a mother is going to resent them and be cold towards them, it is not good for kids. They feel it.

I have felt drained by motherhood many times in my almost 18 years of it. I love them with all of my heart, but feel zero guilt about this. It’s real. I became a mom at age 20 and did an amazing job when I consider that as well. I learned to use that low and empty feeling as a barometer on my own mojo-life force-energy. I have to fill myself up and create my own happiness. That is not their job. Kids should not dictate our mood or vibration. I have to remind myself of this daily, but would not trade it for anything in the world. I always knew I wanted to be a mom….just didn’t know there would be so many.

I feel so blessed they chose me. I believe souls can do that. They have become my students and teachers, little secret gurus who have no idea when they hold up the mirror, I can see my shadow side and my light. Always a growth experience, this human gig. Ya know?

I write what I can always without dragging their stuff out into the world as it’s my mission to let both my best version of me out, fierce in fiery words, and grace in its holy sacred. There is always the balance between mother and woman, and yet, every woman is balancing something as we inherently come mentally equip for that. I don’t believe we have to sacrifice. We can have it all, just not everything from the buffet on one plate at the same time.

My career is important to me for my own fulfillment and I could never go back to being a stay-at-home mom exclusively. Without writing, coaching, and having a strong message to spread to the world, I wouldn’t be me.  It makes me who I am.  Being a mother is part of my core and the goddess self who expresses herself and heals others is her juxtaposition.  My kids see a woman who believes in her dreams and works for it. I have found my passions and there will be more I discover along the way. My kids will never have a “perfect” mom. But they’ll have a mom who’s alive not just in the physical sense, but that wild heart-soul deep kind. I live my truth and love to empower other women to do the same.

There is no need to keep score with other women or compete on how they live. Their business, parenting, balance, romantic life, and choices are about them. There is no us versus them. Women united equals freedom. Let them do them well and you do you well. We all win then. Focus on your garden and plant more good seeds, goddesses. Respecting others makes you even more beautiful.

Dangerous Desire

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Desire used to feel like a beast I had to tie down and keep numb. That her fire was dangerous. That she would consume too much and just spit out good. I should quiet her like others seemed to be able to do. To play nice. That the seeking and yearning that desire and I had, meant we would never know peace.

I got still in the quiet and I found peace was there with desire. I saw that desire was healthy, vibrant, alive. She was beautiful. I listened to her passion. She wanted expression. She told me the Universe was ever-expanding and unfolding just like we were. Give me a pen she said. Let me write. Don’t even think about other people, their opinions, their realities, just let me dance with the words. Let me be a writer.

I got out of the way. I let desire take over. She wrote her soul. Over and over again. The part of me that was wild, messy, and untameable. But even then, she was never ruled by fear. Oh no, desire at her core is love. Love for more, for experience, for the juiciness of heart sexy moments. Our journey together taught me who I was, without labels or rules. Her truth changes and yet stays pure in deep knowing, teaching me to grow constantly.
The sacred life is trusting your desire and not fearing it. Your spirit wants to be a part of your life. Desire is a delicious vehicle for your fire. You will not be burned by your truth. You will just start living.

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That’s my word for this year.

And stepping into my Goddess self further, it’s my Goddess year too.  I thought after I had my fifth child 12-26-13, that 2014 would be my best year.  It was in the way of how much I fell in love deeper with my Dylaney Maeve, AKA Dylan.  But the juggling career, five kids, and taking classes was an adventure.  At times, I felt like a phony, that my message was not true in my own life.  My vibe would dip and I’d try to figure out what I should focus on, even though I think should is a dirty word…not the good kind either.

I put my dreams on the side so I could learn.  Yes, I was in Oprah magazine and had blogs on Huffington Post.  But the daydream, envisioning stuff seemed too hard to picture when I was just trying to keep swimming. (Finding Nemo analogy rocks.)  It was almost at times when I was getting business advice that I was listening to someone else’s life plan.  Yes, I’m a rebel and if you tell me not to do something, I will question it…even if I don’t tell you.  As a leader, teaching others and also in my coaching, I want people to feel deep inside to what THEIR truth is. I may have the God’s honest truth I am presenting even as I get intuitive hits for their life, but it doesn’t mean jack shit if they are not ready to hear it.

If this 37 year old self would have told me what I speak of now in my twenties, at times I could have not heard it.  It’s like when I turn on Spanish novellas, which look really interesting but my brain can’t comprehend it. I can get mad at my limitations or make it wrong that we have more than one language, but I’d rather just observe it.  If you can’t hear me, it’s okay.  Just play with some new ideas for the New Year.

What will your word be for 2015?  They say how you spend New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day is how you’ll spend the year.  If you didn’t spend it wisely, EVERY day is a fresh start.  Start tomorrow.  Let’s play a game.

It’s a list that’s nothing like resolutions.  Pretend you’re a different person right now, a free spirited, badass, spy type person.  Okay, you don’t need to be a spy, but just be good with keeping missions to yourself.  You’re going to create a list called “The Secret List of Awesomeness,”  We could call it whatever we want…like “Secret Outrageous List” (AKA SOL list).  Hehe!

This list I’m making I will not share with anyone except my hubby because he’s my soulmate and he isn’t a dream squasher.   This is what you really want.  List the fun stuff.  The things you secretly wish for, but are afraid to ask.  No limits or judgement.  Just a teaser of mine:

1. I’d like to drink really expensive champagne.
2. I want to get an amazing new SUV.
3. I’d like to go to California.

Yes, I want my book to be #1 and my family to be happy and healthy, this is for FUN!  That could almost be my word of the year, but that’s every year.  How much fun can you have this year?

Don’t contemplate problems, wonder about fun.  How many belly laughs, orgasms, yummy pieces of chocolate, sunsets will you experience this year?  Seriously?  What are you making for?  What if it was your last year?  Not to be morbid, but how much fun are you willing to have this year?  Intend it.  Open to it?  This list is Divinely blessed if you say so.  Release it to the Universe.

Much love,
Jenny

Btw…my favorite chocolate is:  here.