This is Lizzie Velasquez.

When she was in high school someone put up a YouTube clip about her.

It called her the Ugliest Woman on YouTube and apparently the world.

Read what she shares.

Know your words & actions have meaning.

You can cause pain & despair.

You can cause joy & love.

Choose what you say and how you walk through this world with care

And if you have been hurt, bullied, picked on or abused don’t give up.

You matter, you have meaning, you are loved.

Be beautiful, Be you

Mike shared this with me on the fourth. Because if you didn’t know that was Star Wars Day.

It is great. I am constantly amazed by the talent people have and express in their work. It puts a smile on my face.

This is by Gotye.

Featuring Kimbra.

It is addicting.

Baby Girl is entranced by it.

I guess the song is right…

You get addicted to a certain kind of sadness…

I am sure everyone has seen this before because it has been everywhere.  But it is so totally true.  Even if said comment is so wrong it makes babies, kittens and unicorns weep over its wrongness, we can and should step away from the internet.  And you know sleep, eat, live life, remember to shower and have an actual face-to-face conversation.

via: xkcd.com {or as I call it a world of awesomeness}

I took this while we were waiting for Flogging Molly to come on stage at the Fillmore in Detroit. We were way up there. Way, way, way up. But it was still a surprisingly intimate feeling show.  Like being at the pub with good friends sharing a drink, a dance & a song.

For Mike’s birthday this weekend we went downtown to see Flogging Molly perform {watch the above for a small slice of the genius of Flogging Molly}.  It was a great show, full of energy and a perfect way to celebrate.

May Mike live as long as he wants,
And never want as long as he lives.

And may he live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!

{Another favorite song: Rebels of the Sacred Heart ahh who am I kidding, we love all the songs!}

I saw Jennifer Hudson perform this last night in honor of Whitney Houston. Whitney made this song famous with her vocals and I thought it was a beautiful tribute. I grew up listening to Whitney, singing into my hairbrush like everyone else.  It was very sad to read the news about her death.

Addiction is a hard enemy to wage a war against and unfortunately many don’t overcome all the demons it brings with it to the battlefield of life.

I pray her soul and all the other souls who have lost their lives in this war may find peace and rest in the Lord. May Perpetual Light shine upon their souls.  And I continue to pray for every person who continues to fight that they are able to overcome this very real and very painful struggle.

Random things I am reading on the Internets accompanied by a random picture I took Downtown.

Google’s Freakin’ Me Out Too {A lot of big changes going on. Not all are cool.}

50 Reasons for Breastfeeding Anytime, Anywhere {Because sometimes even after 5 kids I need a breastfeeding pep talk}

Cheddar, Beer and Mustard Pull-Apart Bread {Wonder if Mike would love this?}

Mayim Bialik on Kveller {How could I not adore a fellow PhD homeschooling momma? Plus she was Blossom & is now Amy. Love.}

Amish Porn {Saw this on my Twitter stream. And of course I clicked. But it’s not what you think & totally worth it to check out}

I always knew the cancer researchers were putting the rest of the sciences to shame while trying to cure cancer. This video from McGill University’s researchers, students & volunteers at the Goodman Research Centre proves it! They not only know how to throw down to cancer but bust a fine move while at it.

On a side note: My oldest one day surprised us one day by performing this song, apparently, he also knows how to rock it.

And for a bonus after you watch go to original video here & share it with lots of friends! Because for every hit the video gets, the video’s sponsor Medicom will make a donation to support the Goodman Cancer Research Centre work.

“Mom, Mommy, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mom, Mom, Mommy…”

Huh? I realize someone is talking to me in real life, not in my dream.  Makes sense given I am dreaming about being on a beach with no one else around except my husband & magical drinks which keep appearing.   I thought it was odd while I was laying on the beach that Mike would be calling me Mom or Mommy in my dream, we don’t roll that way.

Then I realized slowly that it wasn’t him, it wasn’t in a dream, but one of my kids.

I will be honest, I tried to ignore it. I tried to keep my eyes closed as I was dead tired. And Mike had been up with the kids, he was giving me a chance to sleep until he left. I was thinking whoever this is can go & ask their father.  After all I was busy. Sleeping. That thing I don’t get to do regularly at this stage in my life.

But it starts again.

“Mom, Mommy, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mom, Mom, Mommy…”

But it doesn’t stop.  Now the tapping is accompanied by breathing.

Someone is breathing on my face while saying “Mom, Mommy, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mom, Mom, Mommy…”

I opened one eye to see Mamacita tapping my arm.

“Yes?”  I mumbled in my half-awakened state.

“Hi Mommy. Are you sleeping?”

“Not anymore. What did you want sweetie?”

She must have some dire emergency to have woken me.  One that requires her to wake me, on the day I am getting to sleep in, one that her father can’t help her with. One that requires only Mommy.  One that needs me up to come to her rescue.

Then she answers with this:

“Oh, I just wanted to know if you were sleeping.”

Seriously?! That is all she wanted. She just wanted to know if I was sleeping?

And for those who haven’t seen this before, this is how I felt.