October 23, 2011
September 14, 2011
September 8, 2011
Years ago, a friend of mine showed me the crankypants website. There were the cutest knitted baby pants, are they not?
However, I didn’t have a baby or even a toddler. Michael was a very cool four –year-old, that no matter what the reward would NEVER EVER put on those pants. I longed for these pants, they are a knitters dream project. Just cute and spunky at the same time.
Well, a few years later, lo a behold,I now have John. After months of hard work (I will not fess up exactly how long) the shorts are done. He may not be crawling, but he’s still a toddler! John loves his new monster shorts and at two-and-half years of age, he wears them with pride! Whew, got them done just in time, before he grew to old and before the weather turned. Because I don’t think a fourth child would happen, just so I could knit these pants! Because quite frankly, three is enough.
June 10, 2011
Tapas? I’ve heard about them, but what are they? I picked up the book, to find out there was a secret tapas lover hiding in my soul. They’re like appetizers, but really they are the whole meal, just little quick courses. Not to heavy, easy, and oh so good.
So I’ve instituted Tapas/Appetizer Fridays. Which has happened once in the last 7 or 8 weeks. I try, someday when the planets align it’ll happen again. We enjoyed “Porterhouse Steak with Sherry,” it was tender and delicious. The stuffed tomatoes were scrumptious, believe it or not the kids liked the Tapas more than they liked the mini pizza bites. Which brings me to today.
At 4:30 today, while defrosting the chicken that I had forgotten to taken out. Thinking to myself “what am I going to make for dinner?” I realize, that not only was my daughter hosting a sleepover after my son’s 6:15 soccer game, but I had rescheduled his piano lesson for 5:30 (oops). What am I going to make in 30 minutes? Panic! What am I going to do? I will just die if we do fast food again (whine). Ah ha! Tapas book to the rescue. I was able to throw together “Chicken in Lemon and Garlic,” home made Cole slaw, and some Watermelon slices. Dinner was on the table at 5:05 and we were out the door on time. Yes, miracles can happen.
The Tornado warning part of the story can wait
May 14, 2011
The act of blow drying my daughter’s hair, has been an act of torture for both her and I FOREVER. I brush and she screams, I yell, we huff and we puff, it is a regular old nightmare. Tonight, the light bulb finally went off. She’s going for this look:
While, as a child of the 80’s, I’m going for this:
Really, truth be said, I’d love to see this:
Sigh, I guess there will have to be some compromise found. I understand the Susan Dey look, but really is there anything wrong with being a Breck Girl?
* For those of you who know me. Yes, I realize I would have hated being a “Breck Girl.” I recognize the hypocrisy.
April 8, 2011
They say color effects your mood, I think I proved it this week. Or at least color affects your attitude. That’s especially true, when you add childhood indoctrination. Monday morning, I looked in the morning and I realized I was wearing green and black, i.e. I looked like one of these guys:
Gais YUCK!!!!!! These guys stink more than a 2 year-olds diaper. They are the antithesis of good. They are pure E.V.I.L. You know, how the Steelers are, but worse. Yes, I live in Cleveland. I would say my Swedish cousins indoctrination would have made Pravda proud. I soaked it up as a little 5 year-old. I think I was feed of anti Gais bottle of milk, and told that IFK Blåvitt were the Angels. I haven’t seen a Swedish football match in years and years, but I know these truths to be true.
So Monday morning, I looked in the morning and “Yuck” came out of my mouth. As a result, one kid was sick, our TV died (it has resurrected though, for now) another kid had a second round of antibiotics, one kid was stung by a bee in his cleat, everything took forever, etc. and all because I choose to wear a green shirt with black pants. Now, if I had worn blue and white, it would have been a much better week. I would have looked like one of these guys…the good guys.
April 3, 2011
March 24, 2011
March 15, 2011
Here is an NPR article regarding these heroes. God speed to them.
March 12, 2011
March 3, 2011
Unbelievably, I’ve entered another new stage of my life. I’ve begun to work outside the home again. While I’m at home waiting for Little John ripening a little bit more before I can let him loose, I’m substitute teaching.
I’m so excited to finally work in my field again, and every once in a while I am able to teach a Social Studies class. It just makes my week when that happens. Unfortunately, I rarely interact with the teachers I work for, which brings me to this post. I need to leave my contact information in case they have a question and I rather not leave it in my horrible scrawl. Calling cards are my answer. I came across How about Orange, a lovely blog, which not only had calling cards, the calling cards have a Kurbits print and they are orange. Just two of my favorite things.
February 28, 2011
It always amazes me that this:
Can turn into this:
Scenes from the plunder: