Stick to yo’ thighs Sour Cream and Chile Chix Enchiladas

IMG_2382I should start giving out a second disclaimer besides my foul flippin’ mouth.

Much of this website is about health, weight loss, living a life that betters yourself and all the cheesy shit that goes along with that. In an essence, living a life you won’t wake up 50 years from now and kick yourself in the box over after realizing all you screwed up and didn’t do.

But sometimes, it’s about eating the shit out of foods that require you to bust the maternity pants out for.

This is one of them… this is my second disclaimer…



Third disclaimer, I didn’t take a picture of all the ingredients. But I promise, I’ll te you instead.


  • 4 Shredded Chicken Breasts
  • Tortillas (duh)
  • 1 Small Can Green Chile Enchilada Sauce
  • 1 1/2 cups Sour Cream
  • A Shit Ton of Colby Jack Cheese (or honestly any kind you prefer)
  • 1/2 cup Finely Chopped Onion
  • 1 Can Diced Mild Green Chiles
  • 1 Can Cream of Chicken Soup
  • Taco Seasoning


Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Mix sour cream, enchilada sauce, 1/4 can green chiles, cream of chicken soup, in a medium size bowl.


In separate bowl throw shredded chicken, 3/4 can green chiles, around 1/2 ish (very exact here) cups of shredded cheese, chopped onion, few dashes of taco seasoning, and  1/2 cup of sauce mixture and mix well.IMG_2336

Grease large rectangular pyrex dish…I will never understand why people put the actual measurments of these in recipes. I have no fucking clue unless it gives them on the button of the pan in which I usually hold above my head in the light tripping all over trying to read just to finally say “fuck it” and using whatever kind of looks like its not too big or too small. SO large rectangle… use that. Spread enough sauce in the pan to cover the bottom so the tortillas don’t stick.


Lay out tortillas and fill with chicken mixture as well as small handful of cheese. Roll up and place in pan. Repeat until pan is full.

Spread remaining sauce mixture over enchiladas, cover with foil, and bake for roughly 35-40 mintues until sauce is bubble. Remove foil, top with ooey, gooey, anti-skinny jean cheese. Put back in oven until cheese is melted and slightly brown on top. You can also top with black olives and extra onions and chiles, but my Man Friend doesn’t enjoy olives like every other sane individual so I skip that.

Serve with some Spanish rice, fresh avocado, and of course MARGARITAS!

I also suggest doubling this recipe and throwing one in the freezer for a freezer meal! Comes out just as good as if you just whipped it up.

Enjoy Loves!

Step by step guide to changing your life.

WAHMYesterday’s post got me thinking. I said a lot about how getting frustrated, having those breakdowns, needing a break are all normal, human, parent emotions. You’re not alone in them. Make a plan.

But I didn’t give you any example of what I’ve done to help that. Not to say I don’t have my moments, yesterday was one of them. I’ve just found a way to bounce back and give myself some drive and something to work towards

Two things I wanted back when I decided I need a change was to be healthy and make more money. Two pretty common things. Who doesn’t want that?

So what can we do to achieve that? Here’s what I’ve started doing….

  1. Think of a hobby, any hobby. Something you do or want to start doing that you could possibly make money on. For me I started making wreaths. It started as me just wanting a cute fall wreath. I posted the finished product, which oddly enough I wasn’t happy with, and people loved it. People started sending messages asking if I could make one for them. I wanted more than though. So then I started posting on the FB sell sites and boom. Right now I have over a dozen wreaths to make, and at 60 bucks a pop it’ll be a nice little chunk of change. Once you generate a big enough stockpile, open an Etsy Store!
  2. Search WAHM jobs. This can be so overwhelming. There are thousands of options. For me though, things like Swagbucks, mystery shopping, survey sites weren’t worth it. Not saying you can’t make money with those options, but I wanted.. needed more. A few legit options that require minimal set up effort are iSoftStone, 3playmedia ($10 an hour!), Quicktate, Casting Words, and Transcribe Me. There is also LionBridge and Leapforce, these pay hourly as well!
  3. Blog! There are SO many ways to make money blogging. SO stinkin’ many. There’s Google Adsense in which you place ads on your website/blog and for every click you get a certain amount. Simple right? You won’t make millions off this, but if your blog gets enough traffic you’ll get some change in your pocket. Amazon Affiliate’s is another one. For certain products you can provide a link that will direct your traffic to their trusted website to the product you purchased from them. This is similar to Adsense. I place so many damn orders from Amazon. As a matter of fact I’ve placed 56 orders in the last six months. Embarrassing I know, but I use it for work too! That makes it better… right? Anyways, I highly recommend Saira over at She has been helping me from the get go and still does (I’m new to this whole game as well). Go check her out!
  4. Get Healthy. If you feel like shit and/or have no energy. You aren’t going to want to do any of the above. It’s not rocket science. You have to decide you are better than where you’re at if you want to change and if you’re not willing to change, you’re not in enough pain. I have lived by that rule for my entire life. This leads me into the next idea…
  5. ADVOCARE. This by far where the easiest and highest extra income comes from. If you’re rolling your eyes, you’re me 3 months ago. Believe me, I can’ t tell you how big of a joke I thought this whole “fad” was. Want to lose weight? Get off your ass and eat healthy! That had worked most of my life. Until it didn’t. I’ve always had a decent diet and been decently active. Never on any extreme end of the spectrum. But something changed and it just wasn’t working the way it had. This was a big turning point for me. I “gave in”. I risked $200 bucks and bought the 24 day challenge. Then I tried my first Spark and before I had even finished it I signed up to be a distributor. If nothing else, it would give me a good discount for future orders. The idea of making money off of it was obviously appealing as well. But to be honest, I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed to even be using the product. For a few reasons, a big one being how much I had shot it down for so long. Another is, that I needed help. I wasn’t losing the weight on my own like I wanted, I didn’t have the energy that I wanted, I wasn’t where I wanted to be financially. I needed a change and for me, that was embarrassing to an extent because it had meant what I had been doing failed. I hardly even told anyone that I had bought Advocare, and not a soul that I signed up as a distributor. I refused to use a local sponsor, because again, that would show I was a hypocrite and failed. So I looked around and found one online who has been just spectacular, she’s taught me all the tips and tricks. I had a few hiccups in the beginning, some huge personal things happened, so I am just recently getting back on track. My first 3 sales I made the $200 bucks I spent on the challenge back, my distributing costs, and some to put in my pocket. I had already profited and bumped up my discount! I used to work for a commission based company and they weren’t as good as this! Plus it was from my own home, my own hours! I told TWO people about this journey, just TWO and just like that, I made my money back. Even if you don’t want to use this as a new business venture, the health perks are undeniable. I lost 13lbs and 9 inches in 22 days! That was without adding exercise and with adding calories! If you go to my Advocare section, you can read more about it. I am not super strict with it, I still have a life and whiskey. But I truly do feel better and I get to control that. Come take a look at my advocare site, decide for yourself, but I promise the only thing you have to lose is weight and the baggage you carried up until this point. It is worth it. You are worth it. I am part of a HUGE group on Facebook for questions and support. If you sign up with me, I’ll email you ALL the resources you need!

As always, email me with any questions or comment below!

Here’s some more inspiration for you…

It’s not supposed to be like this…

“I am going to lose it..”

“I can’t keep doing this…”

“It’s not supposed to be like this…”

“What kind of mother feels this way?”


I think at LEAST one of those thoughts a day. More specifically in the morning shuffle as I’m trying to get the kids to school and myself to work. Those thoughts then manifest into “I’m going insane.” “Why can’t SOMETHING just be simple?” “How in the hell am I supposed to do this for the rest of my life.”

Picture this: Here I am, hiding in the laundry room and it’s not even 7 AM. I just screamed at my son because once again he is being a jerk and yelling at his brother. So I screamed at him, to express that him screaming is not okay or acceptable in this house. Totally logical right?

“I need a fucking break” I murmur in my head. But this is not something you can rejuvenate from in an hour. This isn’t a “girls night” (what’s that btw?) fix. This isn’t even a week long bahama vacation type of thing, although I wouldn’t turn that down for nothin’. This is a “create a life you don’t have to escape from” deal. Which some or most days, just isn’t in the cards



I have this taped on my fridge. Just in case I forget.

So I’m in the laundry room, trying to prevent an all out break down because this is about much more than a simple sibling tiff, and my little beast walks in and says,

“Momma, can I have some juice?”

“Just give me a minute bud. I’ll get it, okay?”

“Okay… Oh, Momma?”

Irritated again…”Yes?”

“You have boo-tuh-full hair.”

And JUST. LIKE.THAT my heart just combusts. Like the Grinch in that one scene, it breaks the cage around itself. I am brought back down from this reality I have created in my head that my house is an insane asylum and I’m this angry bitch of a mother. I am reminded that I have two sweet, gorgeous little boys who understand that even Momma’s need a reminder sometimes that

It is exhausting. I’m exhausted. LIFE is exhausting. I’m so drained some days that just typing this, saying it “out loud” makes my eyes well up and that is not an easy feat. Is this how we are supposed to feel? How can a mother feel this way about her own kids? That’s wrong. No mother feels like that. You’re alone in that. You’re a horrible mom.

Except you’re not. You’re not any of those things. Feelings don’t make you who you are. Actions might, but even then you aren’t your worst mistakes. You’re more than that. There is a million people out there thinking the same shit. If you are one that has never thought or felt any of this, well… come to my house and we can fix that.

You have to find things that you can control, to bring a little joy and humor into those moments when you’re locking yourself in the laundry room.  Write, find a hobby, mix a drink, buy some shoes, go workout, vent to some friends, hell even look in the humor section of Pinterest. I’ve done all of these things. My preference is the writing, shoes, and of course mixing a drink if my site title didn’t give it away. But that’s half the reason I started this blog. Something about putting all your shit on paper, gets rid of it… for a moment at least.


Once you’e done that, and drug yourself out of your funk. Get to work. Start creating that life that you don’t need to hide from. You will always have these moments, but the key is how often and how long those moments last. Take control of your life. Make an actual plan. You got this and for what it’s worth, I’m with you each step of the way. Me and my whiskey.

“Mom! The meatloaf! We want it now!”

If you don’t know what quote that movie is from I don’t know if we can be friends until you watch it. Wedding Crashers. Super immature, super hilarious.


I had never been a fan of meatloaf growing up. I am however a huge fan of comfort food. I had looked and looked for recipes online but never found one that really tickled my pickle. So, per usual, I decided to wing it.

Keeping in mind my quest to eat healthy, this is what I came up with. Let me tell you, it’s delish




1.25 Lbs Turkey Burger
1 cup finely shredded carrots
1/2 red onion chopped
1/2 red pepper finely chopped
1/2 orange pepper finely chopped
1 head of garlic minced
1 egg
A few dashes of Worcestershire sauce
Seasoning salt
Fresh ground pepper
1 PKG Italian Dressing Mix, or italian seasoning, thyme, sage.


Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Mix all ingredients in a bowl… super complicated, right?
Take a sip… or gulp of your favorite mommy juice
Spray muffin tin with non stick spray.
Form meatloaf mixture into a good size looking meatball
This is where I veer from the healthy side… I then top each mini meatloaf with a coat of BBQ sauce. It just makes it look prettier and gives it that nice boost of flavor.
Bake for about 45 minutes and boom y’all, you got yourself some turkey balls!

I served this with mashed cauliflower, which believe it or not my kids didn’t even notice it wasn’t potatoes! They were totally shocked when I told them my secret. This is one of Man Friend’s favorite meals that I make, clean eating or not. I always double the recipe and freeze for later or use for lunches throughout the week. You can’t go wrong here peeps.

If you aren’t worried about calorie consumption, I would throw in some BBQ sauce in the mix along with some shredded parmesan cheese. You can always swap out the Italian dressing mix with onion soup mix, it’s pretty damn good too!

Stay tuned for the mashed cauliflower recipe!

Real Talk. 6 Steps of Grief.

Now, if you’ve looked at more than one of my blog posts, or follow me on twitter or instagram, you know that I’m not one for a whole lot of seriousness. Eff that noise, right?!

But I haven’t been completely honest with y’all and figured I may as well get that out of the way here in the beginning.

I spend most of my days, missing someone. I’m not talking the dude I broke up with over a bad brunch and whiskey breath. I mean truly, missing someone. Missing their BEING. Missing the idea of that human being being alive somewhere on this earth. Anywhere. That is missing someone. I had previously taken that notion for-granted. I missed a whole lot of people in the same way I missed a new decent episode of Greys Anatomy. It took a few funerals, a few holes in my heart, to understand what missing one truly meant.

I have said goodbye eleven times in the last seven years without having any say so. I have thrown “dirt” over eleven “coffins” (some or most were cremated). I have prayed eleven times to take my own life rather than theirs. A part of me has died eleven different times in the last seven years. Letting the idea of that sink in is a lot like watching paint dry. Painful and useless. But god, do I miss them.

The degrees of each one are different, I won’t lie about that. But Jesus, there isn’t much I wouldn’t give to hear the sound of their voice again. Note, that even typing that, I close my eyes as if it’s instinct, to hear the faint sound of that memory. They are alive somewhere in there. Somewhere in the person that I used to be when they were alive. Because it changes every time you see. Every time a life ceases to exist, yours changes. Some for the better. Some it was that “aha” moment of, “LIFE IS SHORT! LIVE EACH DAY!!!”. But for some, like me, we already knew what we had, we just didn’t want to imagine a life without it.

I am no expert. Let me be clear with that. But I can tell you from experience, what life will be like once you’ve crossed that line.

1.) You will laugh again… but it will sound different. Something about it will just feel different. That may be guilt, or it may just be fake. But it’s laughter and if nothing else, it’s hoping that there is still a life worth smiling for.

2.) Music, poems, quotes, movies… it will all strike a different chord. Because you hadn’t quite known how to feel that in the deepest part of your being before, and that’s okay… You do now though, you just FEEL it, in a part of yourself that you didn’t know existed. For instance, for me, whenever I hear “Everything happens for a reason.” it makes me want to just explode out of my own fucking skin. What was the reason? Why was THAT reason more important than that person here, living, with me, with the people that loved them? WHY was the reason more important than the PERSON who I am so desperately mourning?

3.) You will be a tornado of feelings. Some days you will feel so pissed you could set someone on fire just by looking at them. Some days you will feel so much sadder than the definition you will literally feel like you are drowning. Oxygen feels like shattered glass being inhaled. Other days, you will feel so empty. Just depleted of everything. You wish you could be sad, or mad, or just hurt. Because that would mean you feel… something. Also note, that on the worst day, you will feel all of these in a single day. Every hour bringing on something worse than the last.

4.) Guilt. So. Much. Guilt. Guilt for laughing. For having fun. For making memories. For living. Survivors guilt. Not in the heat of the moment, but the second that gut aching laugh dies down. There will be a moment of quiet… like a hiccup. A moment when for an instant you have to put your hands on something flat just so you can keep the world from spinning, a moment to bring yourself to the reality of the situation. It is okay to smile again. To feel. It is okay. But, also it’s okay to miss them in that moment. It’s okay. Tell yourself that. Don’t be confused with saying “I’m okay”, tell yourself “It’s okay… it’s okay to miss you, it’s okay to not know how to do anything. It’s okay to just be okay.”

5.) You will barter. Please do not judge me. But there have been times when in the heat of the moment, I have thought, “I will give my life just to hear you. Just to FEEL you. Please. PLEASE! I will give everything.” I meant it. I did. In that moment, there is not a single thing on this earth I wouldn’t give to just, feel you. “Please. God, Please. Hear me.” Don’t beat yourself up over that. Anyone whose lost anyone has thought that and then some. And if you find someone who denies that.. fuck them. They are the lucky and rare ones I suppose.

6.) You will forget. The only thing worst than living with death is forgetting the pieces of those who died. How in the hell do you move on from that? From forgetting someone’s memory? I wish I had an answer. You don’t move on. But listen to me when I tell you, just when you think you have forgotten, truly forgotten, something will happen. Whether it’s real or your subconscious just made it up to cope, something will happen. In that something, you may be flooded or just barely enlightened, of what used to be. One day I swear to god I heard him, not someone who sounded like him, I heard HIM. I was talking to someone at the store, about something I couldn’t give two shits about and I swear I heard him in the next aisle over. Something about olives I think. But it was his voice. I heard it. Memories flooded me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. BAM BAM BAM… there he was… I never forgot… I just didn’t remember. That’s okay. Let yourself feel that.

Please know, that to this day, I still do not know how to exist in a world that they do not. I have no idea. How are they not anywhere on this earth? I don’t know. I do know what it’s like to feel guilty to be alive. I can talk to you all day about that. But what I have figured out is, to let yourself feel all of these things. If you’re like me, find a time a place alone to feel them. Let them be real. Let the memory of them and the sadness of letting them go, let all of it be real and feel it. If not, you yourself will turn into something they wouldn’t remember.

I am so tired of saying goodbye without having the choice, but I am more tired of not living. So live, if not for you, than for them.