I’m Thankful for Power Rangers


I haven’t made a blog post in quite a while. This is probably due to the fact that I haven’t had much to talk about lately. Same boring day to day life.  In an effort to get the juices flowing again I’ve decided to go with the craze and tell you all the things I’m most thankful for, I mean, it is Thanksgiving  after all.

I am most thankful for…


Bat Quinn, defender of Gotham

 1. My Son

 Quinn truly is the best thing ever to have come into my life. I honestly don’t know where I would be without him. This little boy is so happy and loving, and he completely makes me better as a person. I don’t think I ever really knew the meaning of true love until he was born. When you’re pregnant most people tell you the same thing, that “once you see that little face for the first time, you’re going to fall head over heels in an instant.” I’m sort of afraid to admit this, but when he was born I just didn’t feel that way. When I looked at him, all I saw was a baby (who looked strangely just like his Papa). I think I was sort of in shock…I had just pushed a 7lb miniature human out of my hoo-hah, and was still high on meds. It took me a while to let it sink in that I was actually responsible for someone other than myself, but once it did…BAM! He was like a drug I just couldn’t get enough of, and still can’t. My baby boy means the world to me, and everyday I feel so lucky that I get to be his Mommy.

The Parental Units

The Parental Units

2. My Mom and Dad

My son may be my whole reason for existence, but the only reason I even exist at all is due to those folks on the right there. Growing up as an only child was a unique experience for me. It was just me, and my parents 24/7. It’s because of this that I have a very close relationship with them. When I was younger we did everything together, and even now as an adult, it’s the same way for the most part…just with the inclusion of Quinn. My son’s father has said that to him, our relationship is strange, and I get that. I’m sure there are other people who would probably feel the same way. It’s just not something they’re used to, and that’s okay. I couldn’t imagine for a second what it’s like for people who aren’t close to their parents like I am. I’ll always know that no matter what happens in my life, I have two people who love me unconditionally, would do anything they can for me, and put my happiness above almost all things. Seeing them with my son is one of the things that makes me happiest, and I know that he loves his Nana and Papa just as much as I do. They have done, and continue to do, so much for me that I don’t think I could ever thank them enough. (So if you’re reading this right now…which I know you are, thank you! I love you! And stop crying!)

And now for the good stuff…

I’m sure that you all know that I am thankful for my family and friends, but these are the rest of things I’m thankful for, in no particular order.

3.  Alcohol

What can I say…it just makes everything better!

The good stuff

The good stuff

 4. The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

The only legit form of Power Rangers. As a 90’s kid, my life revolved around them, and I will still watch the 1995 movie any day of the week.

Go, Go Power Rangers

Go, Go Power Rangers

 5.  O.P.I.Nail Polish

I’m 100% addicted to nail polish and O.P.I. is my drug of choice!



6. Food.


I love food.



7. Star Trek

To Boldly Go where no television show has gone before…


 8. Doctor Who

It’s just so Timey Wimey!



 9. The Interwebs

Where else could you connect with friends, and also find a picture of a cat surfing on a burrito in space?


10. Instagram

I know it’s stupid, but I love seeing random pictures from people’s lives.


11. Video Games

Because sometimes you just need to kill shit.



 12. The Digital Age

I am honestly amazed at the fact that my toddler can work a smartphone better than my parents. He is going to have so many more opportunities than I did growing up. Thank god for the time that we live in.

13. My Job

I may not particularly like my job most of the time, but I am thankful that I have it. My job provides me with a place to sleep, a car to drive, food to eat, and the means to support myself and my son.

14. My Baby Daddy

We might not always see eye to eye on things, but I am happy and thankful that we have a good relationship that my child will benefit from in the future. Without him, I wouldn’t even have my munchkin whom I couldn’t imagine life without.

15. My fellow Midnight Mama, Ruth

Ruth is the entire reason I have this blog, so she definitely gets a shout out. I am so lucky that I met someone who gets me like she does. Our personalities are complete opposites at times, but that is why our friendship works. Sometimes I am amazed that it took us this long to find each other. Love you Futh!!

And there you have it, 15 things I am thankful for. I hope everyone is enjoying their turkey hangover. As for me, I’ll be spending my night in the ER thinking about what I shall write about for my next blog post!




Ruth Ellen, the First


My parents named me after my grandma on a whim. The first day and half I was alive they just called me The Baby because they couldn’t agree on a name. Then my great Grandma Ruth came to meet me in the hospital, and my dad offhandedly suggested they name me after her.

And so I became Ruth Ellen (Junior, to my Grandma Ruth).

At various times throughout my life several people have paid me the high compliment of saying I had a lot of Grandma’s personality. I think that because the name Ruth is unusual for a little girl, adult people often spoke to me like I was an adult and, in a lot of ways, I was expected to act more like an adult too. Because of my name, people expected me to act a certain way- like my grandma. And I did. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Grandma is a badass. I don’t think she would object to me calling her that. I honestly cannot think of another word to describe her. Her antics are family legend at this point. Just in her daily living, she had an air about her. I imagine it’s not all that different than the one the queen of England has. She demanded respect. Feisty doesn’t accurately sum her up, but it comes pretty close. She was stubborn and always got her way, one way or another. If she couldn’t nicely persuade someone, she would try to bully them. If the bullying didn’t work (and it usually did), she would completely disregard whomever it was and physically make her own request a reality. She spoke in absolute certainties. She gave the weirdest advice, which always turned out to be right. She had a way of seeing the simplest solutions to problems.

I think the secret to her long life was that she never really allowed herself to get old. She had four children, twelve grandchildren, twenty-three great-grandchildren and (so far) seven great-great grandchildren. But she was active in all our lives. She drove out to visit us. She talked to all of us and she knew all of us. She went up to her lake cottage. She visited with the friends that were still sucking air. She had this really annoying cat named Cry Baby (you can guess why he was so annoying) that she treated like a dog. (I bought her car when she could no longer drive it, and there was a leash in there for the cat.) She had personality oozing from her.

In 2005, when she was 93 years old, she was shot in a drive by shooting in Youngstown while she sat in her own kitchen. The neighborhood had been going to shit for a long time, and everyone had tried to get her to leave the house. She refused to go. Then she got shot. Then she went right back to that house.

No one was going to talk her out of that house with the bullet holes in it, god dammit. It wasn’t until many years later, when the dementia kicked in, that we were able to extract her. She went to live with my cousin Helen when she could no longer live by herself. She seemed to be doing better at first, and then her mental state took a turn. After a time, it became painfully obvious that she really needed around the clock professional care. She was situated at St. Mary’s, an Alzheimer’s facility.

My Grandma Ruth died this afternoon in a room with people who loved her.

I always get a little angry when people say to me, “They’re in a better place” at funerals of loved ones. I always thought that the best place for a loved one to be would be alive and with me. My grandma left the world today and went to be with her parents, all of her brothers, her husband, all of her children, her granddaughter and her great great-granddaughter. I guess I will stop being selfish and admit that yes, in this instance, Grandma is in a better place.

I am thankful for the all the time I had with her, all the memories and stories and the tall tales that involve her. I am most thankful, though, for the name I inherited. It has been a long-standing honor to have it and to be so closely associated with her. She was fierce, she was loud, she was sure, she was pushy, she was loyal and she was loving. She was a great woman, and I will try to live like she did.