Saturday, June 27, 2009

I Dice Lasagna

Will Smith is Legend.

I Dice Lasagna.

Not exactly a summer blockbuster, just my life.

Chloe has a slight fever and is a Crab Apple Supreme. I hope she works it out by tomorrow. Having a crabby baby is no way to celebrate your Double Sweet 16...

Yes, friends, tomorrow I will be 32 years old. How on earth did that happen? And why do I still feel 16? Does that ever go away?

I destroyed (accidentally) my power cord, so now I'll actually have an excuse for very infrequent blogging. Not that is has stopped me without one, but ya know...

I'm peddling a bunch of my old reject clothes at a garage sale this week. I'm hoping to make a boat load, so I can buy a lens for my Cannon XTi that I recently purchased. I'm not sure which crazy pill I took, to dive into this oh-so-expensive hobby, but here I am. Let's hope I can figure out how to work the darn thing.

I've been sewing (or should I say seam ripping) today... A seamstress, I am not. I am making huge strides in letting go of the need for perfection, in that I'm actually going to give my creations away. I feel sorry for my girlfriend who will be the proud owner of several of my hack jobs. I kid. They aren't too bad. I will be offering a warranty. If anything unravels, I'll replace or repair at no additional cost.

Well - you probably think it's your birthday after that heaping dose of random.


Friday, June 26, 2009

Surf's Up.

I discovered Pete through Angie, of Bring the Rain.  I followed him closely during the Compassion India trip and he seems like a very cool cat.  I love his post today.  You should check it out.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Must Share... The Recipes.

I want a cooking blog!  I love to cook.  I love to blog (though you wouldn't know that based solely on how often I post...)  And hello?  I LOVE to eat.    

Don't worry, I'm not starting another blog.  Honestly.  Even I have my limits.  I do have a new favorite though, and you will likely be seeing links to this place.  If it wasn't for the fact that Chloe seriously pulled an all nighter last night, and it's now 9:30 and I should really be in bed right now, I would be in my kitchen making these cookies.  No question.  

I need ice cream, since there will be no cookies.  And I need to go to bed.


Today, my husband and I are celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary.  Let me rephrase that.  Today is our 10 year anniversary.  Unless you call taking a 5 hour nap (in lieu of sleeping at all last night) or staining the deck celebrating, which I do not.  But if you do, well we partied like it's 1999.  Which, incidentally, is the year we got married.  Hence the 10 year anniversary in 2009.  Math class dismissed.

Where is my ice cream?

Saturday, June 6, 2009

One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure...

Or, so they say.  Whoever they are, they obviously didn't hit the same garage sales that I did, today.

Junk is junk is junk.

I did find a few good things, paid 5$ for something, only to find it for 50 cents at the very next house, and got a screamin' deal on a PiNk! retro kitchen chair.  I'm not too sure what I'll be doing with that thing, but my husband says it has to go in my room.  hmmph.

As we were junkin' in the retirement village, I said something about hoping that the next sub sale had younger families, so I would be more likely to find stuff that I wanted.  As we walked through the "younger" sub, I realized all any of the "young people" wanted to sell was junk!  My mom said one of the wisest things...  She said, "I think the more money people have the less they want to part with their stuff."  Isn't that just the truth?  I will be thinking about that a lot...

I love all things glass.  Bowls, vases.  I bought 14 of those little juice glasses that I think were once jelly jars.  I don't know what it is about those little glasses, but I love them.  The lady only wanted $1.50 for all of them!  I thought that was a mighty fine deal.  

The more I think about it, the more I think my mom was right.  Older people, with or without money, understand at that stage in life that the things in life that matter the most aren't things at all.  

And I guess that is all that I have to say about that.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

While We're on the Subject of Mother of the Year

I accidently caused Chloe to have a very unhealthy attachment to fleece footed pajamas.  


See, I had this idea that having a blankie was a bad thing.  All I could think about was the time in aught 6 when I forgot my blankie at my aunt's and we had to drive half way to timbuktu in the middle of the night to meet my aunt to get my little blankie.  I just thought life would be a lot easier if we didn't have to worry about remembering a blankie.

Enter the fleece footed pajamas.

We spent a lot of time stranded here without a car this winter, and well - I'm not one to get all dressed up when there's no where to go,  so Chloe spent a lot of time in her fleece footed pajamas.  Early on in her fleece footed pajama wearing career, she started holding the sleeve of her jammies up to her nose while sucking  the thumb of the hand in said sleeve.  (Did I mention that she's a thumb sucker?  Yeah.  Don't have to worry about leaving that anywhere...)  I didn't really realize what was going on with the sleeve sniffing thing, until one day, when she pulled a dirty pair of fleece footed pajamas out of the laundry basket and snuggled it.  

Like it was a blankie.

Needless to say, I immediately let her have a blankie.  All I could think about was her wearing fleece footed pajamas until she was 15 years old or something.

I have to wonder if I've scarred her for life for not letting her have a blanket sooner.  Or if this fascination with fleece will be permanent.  Either way, it just confirms what all  moms come to realize one way or the other.  No matter how hard you try to do everything right, that Mother of the Year Award always seems just slightly out of reach.  

Oh, and God Bless Burlington Coat Factory, where I found a pair of Christmas fleece footed pajamas in Chloe's size for $6.99.  In June

They say I Love Santa, and she will be wearing them through the summer months.  

A girl has to have her fleece footed pajamas.   

Monday, June 1, 2009

And The Mother Of The Year Award Goes To....

Um, yeah.  Not me.

So it turns out Chloe is allergic to egg whites...  Good thing I tricked her into eating something she didn't even want in the first place by masking it with ketchup.


At least we know.  She's been having some, let's say, tummy troubles...  The doctor was concerned that she might have Celiac Disease.  I was horrified that she might be right.  I am PRAISING GOD  FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW that she doesn't have it.  Seriously, that would have been less than fun.

So, we'll deal with the egg issue, pray that she grows out of it, and in the meantime, search high and low for a pancake recipes that doesn't call for eggs.  

Speaking of pancakes, we triple HEART this recipe, which is definitely Must Share worthy. These cakes are simply divine.  I'm not even exaggerating.  Unless you like thin, wimpy pancakes, which by the way are called crepes

Anyway - to all of you Mother's Of The Year, I will not be seeing you at the after party.  For the rest of you common folk who do your best and still make mistakes, the party is at my place.