So I’m a momma to 5. Crazy? No, I love being a mom. My youngest is actually 2 and I think I’ve become way more laxed compared to my first 2. Also I should put out there that there are 4 boys and 1 girl. I know, God bless her little soul.

Moms definitely don’t get enough credit. Like we literally hold it all down. We gotta cook, clean, do the dadgum laundry, some of you are also juggling a fulltime job outside of momming, be everything in one. Shoot when companies ask for skills or what your prior employment was, putting “mom” down should be all the confirmation they need to hire you.

Although, I can’t necessarily leave dads hanging when some of them actually come home and help their spouses out. Or when they have no problem being an awesome dad while their wives have some “me time” as I like to call it. You know getting them nails did or whatever you do to pamper yourselves. I could not be the mother I have become without the help of my husband.


Being Catholic. To me that just means a life with Christ. A more fulfilled life because it’s about much more than jumping and dancing in church. Mass is everything to me. Its the peace the worshipping through the Eucharist. It’s life. The prayers, fasting during lent, the rosary. Ugh there’s too much to share. Anyhow, I wanted to clear up some common misconceptions about our faith.Now there are so many but I stuck with 3 for now.

  • We worship Mother Mary, saints, and idols.
  • Our church is anti-women.
  • Eucharist is simply symbolic .


Being Catholic is something beautiful and spiritual. I love love love the church. The artistry of the church is everything, especially cathedrals.

# 1 We worship Mother Mary, saints, and idols.

We absolutely worship only one God and no other. Worship for a catholic I feel needs to be explained in order to fully understand. I once read an article by Father Erik Pohlmeir and he explained it perfectly.

“The experience of worship in many churches consist of gathering to sing, pray and preach. If someone has the idea that such activities constitute worship, then our actions do seem like worship.

In honor of Mary, Catholics commonly sing, pray, and preach. So, we can say we do not worship Mary and then engage in practices that most definitely seem like worship of Mary. It is easy to see why some would be confused.

The Catholic idea of worship, however, is something entirely different. When we gather on Sundays we do sing, pray, and preach. Those actions are not worship by themselves, but rather serve to engage us more fully in worship. For Catholics, worship takes on the ancient and biblical understanding of offering sacrifice. The Mass is worship because the Mass is the sacrifice of the cross offered to the Father.”

We do not offer any sacrifice up to Mother Mary nor to saints. We give them the honor deserved.

We venerate Mother Mary, which is another word for having high regard or respect. She is the birth mother of Jesus, how can we not have such respect? As for the statues and pictures around the churches. That is similar to you having pictures around your home, in your phone, on your social media. You aren’t worshiping those photos but simply keeping them for memories. We have our statues and such to remember the saints who have came and lived a life of holiness. Saints are there to inspire us to live a life as holy as we can.


#2 Our church is anti-women.

Salvation of this world relied upon one specific woman. Mother Mary. God chose a woman to help save us. In the bible there are many many stories on women doing wonderous things. Aside from Mother Mary another example would be Judith. What a woman. She was a widow who saved the Israelites from surrendering to the Assyrians by sneaking into the enemy camp and decapitating the general, Holofernes. Go girl!

Then there’s this… “From the Vatican, 29 June 1995, the Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul.


Thank you, every woman, for the simple fact of being a woman! Through the insight which is so much a part of your womanhood you enrich the world’s understanding and help to make human relations more honest and authentic.”


#3 Eucharist

On Holy Thursday Jesus changed wine and bread into his blood and body, He then proceeded to tell His apostles to do this in commemoration of Him. Literally meant what he was saying, not figuratively.

John 6:52, “The bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.”
John 6:54, “. . . unless you eat of the flesh of the Son of man, ye shall not have life in you.”

John 6:56, “For my flesh is food indeed and my blood is drink indeed.”

I think it’s also important to note that you must be in a state of grace to receive communion.

In conclusion I am only trying to share a little knowledge and hopefully inspire someone to look deeper into understanding how our church works. As well as all the amazing benefits of being catholic that can only help us to build a better relationship with our Heavenly Father.

Mexican rice

Spanish rice…yummmm. There are so many different versions out there and you really can’t go wrong with any of them. This one is pretty basic. My def go to. Got it from my momma who learned it from my grandma (her MIL).

1. Heat up pan to medium heat and drizzle 2tbs of your choice of oil. I use vegetable.

2. Go ahead and get your 2 cups of water, Knorrs chicken bouillon, 3 cloves minced garlic, and 8 oz can of tomato sauce open and all ready to go beside you where you’re cooking to make it easier to grab.

3. Add 1 cup of rice to pan and stir stir stir. It’s very important that you do not leave rice unattended as you will burn rice and pan, and it’s easy to do. Keep stirring till its a nice golden brown. Not all of it has to be…I prefer half of mine to be browned up.

4. Once your rice is brown go ahead and slowly add your water, sauce, and seasonings. Give it a good stir to get your seasonings and tomato sauce mixed in.

5. Bring it to a boil then drop down to a simmer.

6. Cover pan and cook for 20 minutes. DO NOT stir after covering and I highly advise against uncovering while cooking.

7. Once time is up take a fork and towards the center move some rice and if all the water is evaporated you are good to go. Fluff it up and serve. ENJOY!


***Make it your own or do as the recipe calls. For myself I sometimes like to add diced onion and tomatoes or peas and carrots. Either way its pretty dern good. Let me know how you make yours or if you tried this one and how it came out.




Spanish rice

Yummy side, goes great with tacos, enchiladas, Mexican stews or whatever dish you want to do.
Total Time 35 mins
Servings 6


  • 2 tbsp oil I use vegetable
  • 1 cup rice preferably jasmine
  • 2 cups water
  • 2 tbsp Knorrs chicken base bouillon
  • 3 cloves of garlic minced
  • 8 oz can of tomato sauce


  • Prep all your ingredients.
  • Heat pan to medium heat.
  • Add your oil and then rice.
  • Keep stirring and do not stop. Rice will burn if you leave unattended. Continue stirring until rice is brown.
  • Slowly pour in water and tomato sauce. Add minced garlic and bouillon.
  • Stir and bring to boil.
  • Once it starts boiling bring it down to a simmer & put a lid on it for 20 minutes. Do not open or stir after this point. (if doubling recipe it may take 30 minutes)
  • After 20 minutes go ahead and remove lid and check middle of rice for no water in pan. If there is no water turn stove off, fluff & enjoy!

Postpartum depression sucks

Postpartum depression. It is a very real disorder, and I don’t believe it’s spoken about nearly enough. There’s information out there if you look for it but I do not believe I hear enough about it on social media, tv, or even at the hospital after you deliver. Like it’s a taboo subject. Those of us who suffer or have suffered with it should not be ashamed about it. We should be open and honest about postpartum depression disorder.

For myself I was one month away from turning 21 when I gave birth to my eldest son. It was an emergency cesarean since he was stuck, and his heart rate was racing at 220. Probably the most scared I have ever been with any of my deliveries, and I’ve had all 5 via c-section.

We are shown how to clean them, take care of their umbilical until it falls off, how to breast feed, and how to swaddle them. Nowhere in that time that I was there was I ever spoken to about postpartum and signs to look for.

I think our first four months were smooth for him and I. I got the rest needed and had plenty of help from my husband and mom. When I started Medical Assisting school is when everything started going downhill. I enrolled when my baby was 3-4 months. My mom had mentioned one time that I may have postpartum depression and I shrugged it off. You know like we all do when our moms tell us something we don’t like. We ignore and move on. Nope it wasn’t helping me to just move on and continue to ignore it.

Now, I believe that we all experience it differently. Like I would go 0 to 100 real quick. Just completely flip my lid if I didn’t like what I was being told on how to care for my child, or if my husband said something I didn’t like, I would just get so angry. It was scary because I had no idea why I was being so ugly sometimes nor why when my baby would cry, I was like whatever he will be fine. Or just feel so totally displaced in my mind that when my child would touch me I would feel so frustrated and always when I nursed. Some days I would just cry, and I had no idea why. I mean he was already 6 or 7 months so surely, I should not be so hormonal anymore, right? Wrong. I was so very wrong. I never even sought help nor did I tell anyone what I was feeling. I felt alone, scared, and depressed over feeling I wasn’t good enough for my son since I couldn’t even love him the way he deserved. It seemed to go away on its own eventually and so we move on with our lives.

I ended up pregnant with my daughter and gave birth 2.5 years later. My son was going on 3 years when I had his sister. This pregnancy was smooth just like with my sons and with this delivery I knew what to expect since my doctor had already told me I was going to have to have a c-section. So, my appointment was early morning and everything went smooth. No issues other than another rude nurse. Honestly, if you’re going to be working in labor and delivery then try not to be a jerk. Especially when you get new moms, its already uncomfortable having someone change your pad and having your whole hooha out in the open. Rant aside, my girl came out a healthy 7lbs.

It was a good 2 months before I started to feel the same way I did with my oldest. Now prior to giving birth I did look into postpartum and even told my doctor, Dr. Brown about what I felt and went through with my first. Now, Dr. Brown did end up explaining postpartum symptoms, but he never mentioned the anger I would have. So for a bit I just thought maybe I was bipolar. Anyhow, he told me to come in if I ever felt frustration from holding him or cried a lot more than usual.

Well turns out with my second I ended up feeling suicidal from feeling like I was letting my daughter down and not being able to love on her like I had imagined I would. I would wake up every day feeling guilty from the day before and try so hard to just do better. One day it was just too much. Too much sadness, too much anger, too much guilt, and I just thought maybe my family would be better off without me to keep causing such turmoil.

God saved me. He gave me a man who fought for our family, who helped me the day it was too much and wanted to be done living. He gave me a choice, to seek help or I had to leave. I mean men don’t really know much about ppd. How would he know what I’m suffering from when he has never heard of it?

After one week I felt the change. I was able to breathe again. I started to feel more balanced, more connected, just more alive. I have dealt with PPD with all of my children and made sure to get help each time. I don’t think I ever told my family what we went through until years later. Because I felt ashamed. That is the worst feeling, because it is not your fault and many women still tend to blame themselves. Please do not.

Seek help! Postpartum depression is common and treatable. Get the help needed and know that by doing so it doesn’t make you weak, broken, or unworthy of having children. Love yourself enough by helping yourself.  You are a mother, a superhuman in my opinion.

I do want to share that in my darkest days I pray to God through the rosary. It is the one thing where I feel Him when I cant be in church. Let’s speak up and share what postpartum depression is so that other mom’s are aware of it and know when to seek help. Surround yourself with support.


Stay blessed my friends.