Somewhat Offbeat: A Usual "What The ****" Kind Of Day For "Momma"

Mother's Day might definitely (forgive the language) suck for "Momma", and not because of Reilly—"Mom-Mom" might make "Momma"'s Mother's Day hard, as if she isn't increasingly making life hard for "Momma" in general and in terms of being a good "Momma" to Reilly. For example:

1. "Mom-Mom" gave "Momma" a hard time for trying to make coconut-flour matzah on the last day of Pesach, and—unless "Mom-Mom" reads this blog entry like she read the one about her own remarks or somehow else finds out that "Momma" was already worried about Reilly having gotten some coconut flour that got onto the floor—the fact that Reilly got some coconut flour and continued to try to get coconut flour despite "Momma"'s explicit "No!" will remain unfound out by "Mom-Mom"—and so will the fact that "Momma" called the vet because she was worried (The vet stated that Reilly should be fine, by the way.).
2. "Mom-Mom" also gave "Momma" a hard time for forgetting to put sweet potatoes in tin foil before she baked them (Excuse "Momma"'s ADD, "Mom-Mom"—by the way, reading that blog entry apparently did not change "Mom-Mom"'s attitude toward "Momma")—this is notwithstanding that "Auntie Nicole" later had to tell Camille to get away from near the open oven as the baking pan was cooling.

😩. At least "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" knows that she may not ever be the one cooking anything if and/or when she has a helpmate for herself and a "Daddy" for Reilly*.

*En paso, a un cierto persona: ¿eres seguro que yo estaría una buena madre si yo me convertiría una madre a niños humanas? Ya estoy una mala "Mamá" a Reily. Incidentemente, perdonáme si mi español es imperfecto. Por lo que sé, no tengo la facilidad para los idiomas que tienes.

Why I Won't Change The Name Of My Blog

1. If I change the name of my blog, I'm engaging in an ex-post-facto action. Besides, keeping "The Nicole Factor" isn't like—for example and perhaps using an extreme example—if people were to name their children certain names nowadays or, in some cases, keep names that they had prior to certain events. Incidentally, to see that some parents did name and have named their children names such as "_____o" is incredibly disappointing; and I cringe when I see people with that name on Facebook.
2. I thought that those allegations were hit jobs against Bill O'Reilly.
3. I've called for the overturning of "Coker v. Georgia" (1977) and "Kennedy v. Louisiana", pointed out that "sexual assault" is really sexual battery—I've also not shied away from the sad reality that I'm somehow related to Natalie Wood's rapist and Jean Spangler's murderer, and I've talked about how rape did not escape our side of the family: in fact, I was surprised that rape seemed to escape our family and should not have been surprised when I found out that one of Great-Granddad Czarnecki's second cousins was involved in a gang rape (Somehow, the Chernetskis and Daniloviches are related in more ways than one, and both have roots that go back to Chavusy; and every single generation has had to live with whatever started with some Danilovich.).

Point being, then, I'm not going to change the name of "The Nicole Factor" just because the now-ex host of "The O'Reilly Factor" became the worst factor in his and others' lives, since I had nothing to do with what Bill O'Reilly did and I've spoken out against sexual exploitation (including that of the would've-probably-been-raped-anyway Jean Spangler) even within my own family history (and since Natalie Wood's rapist murdered Jean Spangler after she exposed their affair via a note to him, he would've raped Jean Spangler and any other women whom'd've said "No"—that's sadly a pattern among Daniloviches whom continue the family dynamics on any side, sexual and non-sexual dynamics alike.).

Reilly Does Not Have Astigmatism!

"Momma" does not know where "Auntie Michelle" got the idea that she does, notwithstanding that "Auntie Michelle" herself has astigmatism and would be able to notice astigmatism better than "Momma" would. Besides, "Momma" looked at Reilly's eyes today, and she didn't see signs of astigmatism—or at least any significant signs—and the vet didn't see any signs at Reilly's vet appointment. Even "Mom-Mom" saw no signs—and the only reason that "Momma" asked "Mom-Mom" is to have someone else off of whom to bounce "Auntie Michelle"'s idea.

By the way, "Auntie Michelle" apparently saw it in Reilly's right eye, which certainly is not affected by astigmatism; and "Momma" had the impression that it was Reilly's left eye to which "Auntie Michelle" referred!

An Example Of A Hurt That Only Truth Can Heal (To At Least Some Extent)

"Notwithstanding the opportunity to reach for a better outcome, there was no need for Jonathan, or for us, his parents, to live in shame, and certainly no benefit in living with the weight of such a lie."

This is the exact opposite of how my father feels; and this is notwithstanding that I inherited his OCD/Anxiety, Depression, and ADD. I found out from one of his maternal cousins that his paternal grandfather committed suicide, not died of Black Lung. When I confronted Dad, he gave the excuse that I was too young to know the truth about Great-Granddad's death; and this is despite that the sons of my Granduncle Tony (z"l) was honest with his own children upfront about how their grandfather died, meaning that Dad could've been as honest with me as Granduncle Tony was with his children.

Too often, people who have other things that they want to hide, hide whatever they can with bubbe meises instead of telling the stranger-than-fiction truth; and it has only "certainly no benefit in living with the weight of such a lie." In fact, the bubbe meises make it worse, especially when the truth hits—and when you, for example, ended up in Sheppard Pratt for threatening suicide before you knew what partially explained it: i.e., that your father's paternal grandfather actually committed suicide and passed on his Depression to your grandfather (and you've figured out that your late grandfather had Depression, and that he passed it on to his oldest child), your father, and you.

Somewhat Offbeat: A Few Remarks From "Mom-Mom" Over the Past Few Days & A Note To Someone

"After Mom-Mom" said that "Momma" doesn't love Reilly as much as she loves Cam, "Momma"/"Auntie" got incredibly sarcastic with her and sent her this picture—which she took for her phone wallpaper—this morning: "You're right: I don't love Reilly or ever try to take pictures of her."

She also sent an earlier picture:

"She wanted me to take her picture."

"Mom-Mom" later said that "it's about time" instead of apologizing to "Momma".

Remarks like that sting, and especially after (for example) "Mom-Mom" already accused "Momma" of being "lazy" for not putting Reilly's soft food in the fridge right away or in a jar a few days ago—notwithstanding that "Momma" put it in a bag and tried to put a lid over it before she and Reilly went "night nights"—and "Momma" neither knew or heard that she was supposed to put it way, as she thought that "Auntie Michelle" was supposed to put it away that time. But if se did hear it, she forget that she heard it due to her ADD—and she can't just "train [herself]" to manage it better.

Speaking of which, "Momma" has a quick note for someone:

¿Porqué hiciste pensar que yo fuera áspera con respecto a qué ella dijo a mí a eso un momente? Yo no fuera áspera. Por cierto, pienso que entiendo quiere con respecto a una situación específica en relación a Reily; pero dime lo que quiere á alguno punto, por lo menos si y/o cuando Yejovah quiere que dime lo—¿puede lo hacer?—y esto es muy dificil por mí pedir, pero necesito lo hacer porqué, por ejemplo, no tener una repuesta clara afecta exacerbaciones de mi enfermedades mentales. 

Easter 2017 Card From Reilly

Hoppy Easter From "Momma" and the Easter Rei-bbit!

PS Reilly would not put that paw down for anything—when she wants her belly rubs, she stretches her legs out and keeps that one up in particular.

Happy Easter From "Momma" and Reilly!

Be on the lookout for an Easter card from Reilly soon—she (albe very begrudgingly) did a Passover card, after all.

By the way, remember that Easter/Resurrection Day/ Día de la Resurrección/ יום התחיית/ , celebrates miracles*—including the Exodus*, since Easter commemorates Aviv/Nisan 16, the day after Israel left Egypt and the day on which Jesus is believed to have risen from the dead in 3793 (on April 5, 33)—and the hope of the Resurrection Of the Dead—which is a big deal for pets and pet owners alike, since no human or animal is guaranteed the next moment, let alone tomorrow—and especially nowadays, humans and pets are either almost as much as or equally in danger of not seeing each other tomorrow (Ask, e.g., Gary Fisher ☹—his "Mommy" is not here to celebrate Easter with him.).


*And "Momma" really needs a miracle—if (and, as "Momma" and Reilly believe) the Resurrection did happen, can't God perform an albe-smaller-and-nonethless-important miracle to a "Momma" whom needs miracle after miracle, even when small miracles like occasional IBS-flareup reliefs happen for her and Reilly's sakes?