Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Buh-Bye

The forest behind my home is being cut down today. They began yesterday and this morning they reached the back of my fence. This machine clutches a tree, then a saw cuts through it, picks it up and tosses it aside. It's brutal. And very fast.

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I was talking on the phone with my next door neighbor about what was going on behind our homes and I thought that having a BB gun trained on that guy in the machine might be fun for some stress relief. She thought it might be fun to do that guy's job. I don't. It would kill me to cut down that many trees.
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There is a lot more light in my house now because the trees are gone. That won't be good this summer when it gets hot out again. It was nice in the back of our house in the evenings because the trees kept us cool. I'm going to miss that a great deal. If I'm here, that is.
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Monday, February 27, 2006

Monday Monday...Can't Trust That Day

I am saddened. I have a lovely forest of trees behind my home. It's home to rabbits, possum, squirrels, numerous birds and other forest critters. We get some of them in our back yard on occasion and it's been fun.

The trees are being cut down today to make way for more houses.

I don't want another house behind me. I'm selfish. I want my trees and my forest friends. We have been spoiled here and I'm aware of that fact. I can enjoy a lovely bubble bath in my bathroom with the blinds open and know that no one is there. Privacy is at a premium lately around here.

I am sad.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Eyes Wide Open

Our kittens have begun to open their eyes. Their cute factor has risen exponentially!

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Hubby was holding one of them when I snapped this picture. He's also wearing his Monterrey t-shirt. It's six years old. He needs new clothes. His cute factor is in no way lessened by the t-shirt, however.

Friday, February 24, 2006

'Making You Forty Again"

This is what my youngest daughter told me she was going to do to me by doing my hair, makeup and fingernails this afternoon. She wants to make me look forty again.

Oh my.

First she collected my makeup bag, perfume, brushes and fingernail polish. She removed the combs in my hair and began brushing my hair vigorously. Normally I enjoy it when the children want to play beauty shop with me because there isn't anything quite as relaxing as having your hair brusehd or played with. Ok, that could just be me, but it feels so good. This time, not so much. She was yanking and pulling then began spraying hair gel all over and pulling my bangs this way and that.

At one point she had them flat on my forehead and under her breath she commented that it made me look too much like a hippie and that wasn't the look she was going for right now. After my hair was shellacked into place, she went to work on my toenails. They are now a shimmery pink. So are most of my toes.

Next came the blush. She applied it furiously and said she was trying to get rid of my freckles because someone my age shouldn't have freckles. I didn't think it was possible to use a brush to exfoliate your face, but I guess I just wasn't applying the right amount of pressure. I'm sure I'm freckle (and skin) free in my cheek areas now.

Ashley then began to apply eyeshadow. I had to remind her that my eyes were under my eyelids and she was pressing so hard I was seeing stars. She let up a little bit after that, but not much. Apparently eyeshadow must be applied with force to make it stick better. If that's the case, then my purple eyeshadow is now permanent.

If you don't hear from me ever again it's because she's about to apply eyeliner and I may be blinded.

Forty indeed.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Thursday Night and All Is Well ~~For Now

I drove up to Seattle to drop my son off at my sister's house. Tomorrow they are all going to Meany Lodge, up Snoqualmie Pass. It's so far into the snow and woods that they have to park and have a snowcat haul them the remainder of the way. As we drove along I informed him that I would appreciate it if he'd come home with all of his limbs. His reply?

"Sure, I'll bring'em all back but I can't guarantee that they'll all be working"

Gotta love that boy and his sense of....adventure. He is thrilled to be able to go and I'm glad my sister and her family had enough room to take him.

Allison was totally bummed out that she couldn't go so we had to stop at Kidd Valley and get her a strawberry milkshake. Ok, there was also a chocolate one for Daddy, a vanilla one for Ashley and a rootbeer one for me. Delicious way to end the day and begin the drive back home.

Money, Money, Money......MONEY!

Last night we had a financial guy come over and visit with us. Before he arrived I sat down and made a balance sheet. You know, adding up all the debts and assets. I briefly wondered into which catagory I should put the children and then decided they should be both a debt and an asset. They are both.

They're definitely an asset during tax time. Four nice deductions to be taken off our income tax. However, I think you should be able to deduct the ENTIRE amount of money each child has cost you over the course of the year. I'd even be willing to keep receipts for that! Then of course there is the pain and suffereing they cause. I'm not certain there's a way to put a dollar price on that, but I'm willing to try. Of course the joy they bring would cancel out any debt liability they may incur, so it could be a toss up for my girls. For my son? I'd make a mint off of him. He's insane.

He and his cousins (Cody and Cameron, who spent the last couple of days with us) had a running air gun pellet or something battle in my house last night. Three teenagers over six feet tall, racing around the house, up and down the stairs, slamming doors, throwing pillows at each other and one of them shooting all the others. Cameron showed off his arm with the big red welt on it.

"Look what your son did to me!!"
"Mmm hmm" ( I continued typing on the computer)
"HEY!"
I looked up. Sure enough, a welt the size of small plate was on his elbow and forearm.
"Ooooh, pretty! You must be so proud!"
"You should see what I did to him!"
"Mmm Hmm"

Sometime during or perhaps after, they had a grape fight as well. I kept finding squashed grapes on the floor.

See what I mean? A debt. Although this time at least there was no ER visit due to massive stupidity overload.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Tuesday Feels Like a Monday

Ally stayed home from school today. Just when I got over the crud, she appears to have come down with it, poor thing. She was coughing most of the night. I know this because she and Ashley slept on a mattress on the floor by my side of the bed. Her voice is nearly gone. I drove Ash to school this morning because neither one of us was moving too quickly and we missed the bus. She was fine with that because she'd prefer I drive her every day! Then I went for a little drive all by myself. I could do this because my nephews, Cameron and Cody are here spending a few days with us. It was nice. I turned on the CD player, listened to music and reveled in my solitude. I don't get much time alone and sometimes I simply crave it.

I went to Fred Myer's to pick up some juice and medicine for Allison. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my glasses with me. I couldn't really read the medicine boxes but bought one that said Dimeatapp cough and cold. I thought the box was a little small, but chalked it up to the fact that it was probably tablets or concentrated. I'd actually purchased INFANT medicine that came with an eye dropper. ::sigh:: Sometimes I amaze myself at my stupidity. I gave her the whole bottle, as it wasn't much. She's been napping now.

The kittens are growing at such a fast rate! They won't be a week old until tomorrow but they're already getting pudgy. Here's a picture of Uncle Daddy, keeping vigil outside our closet door just waiting for a chance to go in and see his babies.

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Here's one of the babies. The white one doesn't appear to be as white as first thought. It's more of a buff color and it's ears appear to be gray. Looks like there is some Siamese in the mix with that one.

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Sunday, February 19, 2006

Sorry Sunday

I spent today in bed, and not in a good way. I started getting a migraine last night before bedtime and it raged most of today. I had all the classics, light sensitivity, motion sensitivy, sick to my tummy and extreme pain. I need to see a doc about getting an Rx for these as they keep comimg at me.

I was so proud of my hubby. He got all five girls up and going this morning for church. Our three girls (our son is up in Seattle staying with a friend) and two nieces that have spent the weekend with us. He fed them and took them off to church. He made them lunch and he made them dinner. I love that man. I'm so lucky to have him and I know it. I've said it before and I'll say it again. He has the kindest, most gentle heart of any man I've ever known. Our children are so blessed to have him as their father.

I'm feeling such gratitude this evening---I've been so blessed in so many things in my life. Caring parents who taught me right from wrong and loved me unconditionally, an amazing husband, four incredibly special children, amazingly kind in-laws, and a faith that has sustained me during some dark times. I've not always made the best choices in my life. Who can say that they always have? Mistakes are painful learning experiences. Loss teaches you heartwrenching lessons in love and service to those we need take care of in our lives.

I'm grateful for this road I've traveled.

Saturday, February 18, 2006



We were one of the thousands freezing and awaiting the power to come back on. The lights went out yesterday around 3:30. I got a phone call on my cell around 5:30 from hubby who had run out of gas on the freeway.

Normally that's not a problem. Ok, it's a problem, but it's a fixable one that doesn't take five hours. This time it did. Trees were down everywhere, power lines were down on streets so streets were blocked off and closed. This was during the Friday evening rush hour, which made it all the more fun.

The story takes some interesting and bizarre twists with me driving five kids in a suburban that wasn't mine, that was nearly out of gas itself, but I won't go into that right now.

Suffice it to say that we survived the five hour rescue trip and returned to a freezing cold house. Thankfully we're prepared for emergencies like this and we had candles, flashlights and MP3 players. Ashley brought a cardboard box downstairs loaded with blankets. "This is our emergency box of blankets, just in case", she said.

We all huddled in our room to sleep. Around midnight the power came back on with a vengence. Apparently when the power went off the television in our bedroom had been turned up to concert level on the cartoon channel. Suddenly I'm jolted awake and think I'm hallucinating. I wouldn't reccomend that to anyone with a weak heart.

At any rate, the temperatures are still quite chilly here but not in the house. The children learned to appreciate the power of...power.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Friday Freeze

Apparently my region received an arctic blast last night and today. I haven't noticed too much, being as I've stayed inside all day. Jenny called me to tell me that there were trees down in Tacoma, wires down and all the traffic lights were out. I'm not sorry to have missed that particular fun.

I slept in this morning because my children have Mid Winter Break. This consists of no school on Friday or Monday. I was awakened by my cell phone at 7:30 a.m. It was my sister, telling me I slept too much. She may have a point, but I'm not telling her that. I have slept a lot lately, but mostly because I've been sick with a sinus infection and bronchitis for the past two weeks. Yay me! I'm beginning to feel better though, so yay me again! While she was talking to me, my father beeped in. Apparently they were together, walking at Northgate Mall and were tag teaming me on the phone for some reason.

Did I mention that I didn't answer my phone Wednesday morning and my father filled it up with 25 voice messages and 35 or more pix messages? Most of the phone messages were grunts. A few went like this:

(Said in a moany, groany kind of voice) "Paaaam, I've fallen....help.....help" click

Next one. "Paaaaam.....ambulance coming....me fall down...." Click.

Next one. "Going to hospital now......in pain....ow...you no answer phone...you no help me..." Click.

Next one. "Too late....I die.....taking me to funeral home now...you still no answer phone..." Click.

For the record, my father is not, oriental. I'm not sure why he talks that way when he's pretending to have a near death experience, then a death experience, then speaking to me from the Great Beyond. He fills my cell phone up every time he calls and I don't answer.

After he filled up my voice mail, he proceeded to walk around his house, snapping pictures with his cell phone camera and sending them to me. He took pictures of every picture or painting on his walls, out the window to the drive way, the pond and stream in his front yard, his little glass dog figurine that his mother gave him, the kitchen, the.... Well, you get the picture. Or rather, I got all the pictures. It took me forever to clear everything from my phone.

I need to get my Dad a hobby.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Houston, We Have Lift Off!

Finally got all the documentation together that Boeing requested for Hubby's rehire. I drove to Seattle today (in my neighbor's WONDERFUL suburban, as my van still has the chic duct tape and plastic window). I picked up my Dad, drove downtown and he dropped me off so I could go in and get birth certificates.

Yes, I had to admit defeat in the search for hubby's expired passport. We found one of mine, but not his. Of course, you know it will turn up in the next couple of days.

After we got the birth certificates, we drove to south Everett and Dad showed me the trailer he wants to buy. It's absolutely gorgeous. He could live in that, while he traveled around. It has two tip outs and is very roomy. Of course his doing that is dependent upon us selling our home and moving into his home in Seattle. We have much to decide.
Ok, we are now the proud and exhausted parents of four new kittens. One is white, the others are all carbon copies of their daddy. We call him Uncle Daddy, since he is both. :eek: The white one was born last and seems to be a bit weak.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

We Have Kittens!

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My little girl has given birth to two kittens today. The first one caught me by surprise and the second one took more than two hours to arrive. I think she's got at least two more in there. It's going to be a long night.

Imagine giving birth two hours or more apart four times! No thank you.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Show Me Your Documentation!



Boeing wants to rehire my husband after his layoff, but first we have to prove that it's him. This requires either his passport (we have two, both expired but we cannot locate them) or an official birth certificate.

Riiiiight. And I just have these things laying around my house.

Ok, I should. I mean if I was the woman I am supposed to be, I'd have all that stuff organized in a nice little spot and be able to lay my hands on it right this very second.

Obviously, I am not the woman I am supposed to be. That's not news to anyone who knows me. I can be very organized about some things. In fact I can hide things and NEVER ever see them again because I don't remember where I put them.

It's a gift.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Sneaky Parents

Today, due to a sinus infection and bronchitis, I stayed home from church. The entire family did, as hubby awoke with a serious migraine. We were like two ninety year olds, squinting and gasping for breath while shuffling to the bathroom. I swear that we are aging in dog years.

It could be the children. They are usually at fault for most things. I'll happily lay this one on them as well. Especially my son. You remember him? The one with the 'girlfriend'.

Son's pal called today and I picked up the phone. I decided to play a little game with him. Feel free to try this at home people. It's safe and you can really learn a lot from your children's friends because they are really not too bright.

Me: 'Hello?"
Jobe: "Hi, is Chris there?"
Me: "Jobe?"
Jobe: "Yeah, it's me. Big Red"

We call him Big Red because his hair is, well,....red.

Me: "Hey Big Red, how are you hon? Did you guys have fun the other night with
Sarah?"
Jobe: "The other night? Ooooh, you mean at the skatepark? Yeah, it was fun"
Me: "Was your girlfriend there too?"
Jobe: "Naw, she had to do so some stuff so she couldn't come"

Now, I must tell you one thing. I had no idea at all that Sarah (she of the caramel colored hair) had been anywhere near the skatepark with my son. However, Big Red assumed that I already knew everything there was to know and conveniently spilled his secrets to me.

Me: "So, um, Chris and Sarah weren't kissing or anything, were they?
(then I laughed)
Jobe: "Well, yeah! I mean, you should have seen 'em!"

It was then that he paused and may have had an actual thought pass through his curley red head. Wait a minute....what if she doesn't already know all this stuff?

Jobe: "So, can I talk to Chris?"
Me: "Sure! Hang on"

Then I yelled for Chris to come get the phone. When he took it from me I gave him my You Are SO Busted look. I handed him the phone and smiled, saying. "So, Sarah was at the skatepark with you. Interesting."

You should have seen his face.

Sometimes I love being a mom.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Sunshine in Seattle

It's sunny here today. Amazing and mood-lifting. I forget how wonderfully beautiful this place is sometimes under all the low gray clouds scudding across the sky. Today has been a revelation.

I need more light.

Not just in my weather, but in my life. I've been...well, I guess you could call it depressed, for a bit. So much on my heart and on my mind. I've big decisions to make in the very near future and I'm not the best at making decisions. Now if only someone would make the decision
for me, I'd be a happy girl. That way if it all went wrong I'd have someone other than myself to blame.

Ah well. Decisions to be made, hamburgers to make. Since it's so sunny outside we've decided to barbecue some burgers on the grill outside in the backyard. I'll peel some potatoes and make some fries to go with that as well. There's a artery clogging fun meal for you!

It's Friday night. We're going to live a little.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I am too stupid to live.

I know this isn't news to a lot of people, but still, it had to be said.

Today I had to run to the bank and the video store to cash a check from my publisher and rent that new Wallace and Grommet (Grommit?) movie. Hubby called and said I was to do this, so I did.

But first I had to change. You see I was wearing this really ratty tangerine colored t-shirt that I use for schlepping around the house and doing chores. So I shucked the shirt and grabbed another t-shirt. A clean one this time. The weather was actually sunny out so I opted to not wear a jacket.

I went into the store (where the bank is located) and had my check cashed by an overly-cheerful bank teller. I stopped at the deli and got myself a piece of chicken and a drink, paid for my stuff and went back out to the parking lot.

As I sat in my vehicle, my cell phone rang. I looked down, because I keep my cell phone in my bra. (Yeah, yeah, I know). While looking down to retrieve my phone I discovered that my shirt was on inside out.

I'd walked through the parking lot, the store, the bank and the parking lot again with my shirt on inside out.

So, since I still had an errand to run, I pulled behind the store, took my shirt off and turned it the right way and put it back on. Thankfully nobody drove past me while I was preforming this delicate manuever.

I am too stupid to live. Obviously.

Pros and Cons

Ever since we moved here nearly two years ago, my son has stated that he hates it here. Hates, hates, hates it. It's not where he wants to be, it's 'gay' ( a term that teenagers use to describe something they don't like.)

The other evening we were driving back from a birthday party at Chuckee Cheese, where, by the way, I saw more Mullets than I've seen in years, I asked my son if he wanted to move back to Seattle.

He hesitated. My mom radar went off big time. Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!

Me: "Who is she?"
Chris: "Who is who?"
Me: "Your girlfriend"

He did a double take at me.

I knew the second he hesitated that there had to be a girl involved because any other time I've asked him that question I get an immediate 'I hate this place' response.

Me: "What's her name"
Chris: "Who?"
Me: "Your girlfriend"
Chris: "How do you know I have a girlfiend?"
Me: "I'm your mom, I know everything. If you won't tell me I'll just have to go into stalker mode"
Chris: "See, this is why I don't tell you anything"
Me: (looking hurt and innocent) "Whaddya mean?"
Chris: "You always do this."
Me: "I do?"
Chris: "Her name is Sarah, ok?"
Me: "What does she look like?"
Chris: "Why do you need to know?"
Me: "I want to know what girl has taken my baby boy's heart"

He then told me that Sarah's hair is the color of caramel and I knew all was lost. Fifteen and in love with a girl with caramel colored hair.

We're moving now for sure.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Boeing Called!!!!




We're back on the Boeing Roller Coaster of Love! A woman called today and asked to speak to my husband. I told her he was at work. She said she was from Boeing and I told her that loved her. She laughed.

He starts mid to late March.


I can't sit still.

Apologies to Correta Scott King

A clergyman and a former president of the United States turned her funeral into a public bashing of President Bush. Using a funeral for politcal bashing is something they both should feel ashamed for doing. I know I'm ashamed of them and I think they owe the King family a huge apology. They were there to honor a good woman and instead they used the funeral podium in a disgraceful manner.

Shame on you Jimmy Carter. Shame on you Rev. Joseph Lowry. Shame shame.

More Deaths in Cartoon Jihad

I find it repugnant that people are being killed in this absurd war about cartoons.

I also find it interesting that CNN pixelated the cartoons of Mohammad in order to be 'sensitive' to the Muslims, yet they show degrading pictures of Christ without pixelating them. Could it be that they know Christians won't rise up and declare that they be slaughtered for their audacity? I see such a level of stupidity here that it boggles the mind.

Now Iran is having a contest for holocaust cartoons, apparently upping the ante in this juvenile squabble amongst should-be-adults. It's a cartoon jihad. Lovely.

I found a t-shirt that I found mildly amusing. Perhaps they'll take this war to bumper stickers and shirts next. I see a marketing ploy here in the works.

Early Morning Sunrise

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This is what I awoke to this morning. The sky is beautiful and the world appears to be coated in cold white frosting. No rain now, just freezing temperatures. That's ok. I'll take the cold over the rain right now. At least I can walk comfortably in the cold.

I took this picture from my daughter's bedroom window. This time I was careful to watch for sneaky backpacks that might attack me.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Backpacking Accident

I had a backpacking accident over the weekend which has left me somewhat injured in body and of course, pride. It wouldn't have been so bad if my clumsy fall hadn't been seen by my husband. I will say this, he's good in a sprint. He saw me go down and got to me so fast I couldn't believe it. He was trying to lift me up and I batted him away and asked him to please go get some ice, preferabley two ice packs. One for my leg and one for my backside. He made sure I was all right then he went downstairs to the freezer to retrieve the ice for me.

I'd tripped over my teenagers backpack and fallen in her room.

That doesn't mean I'm not in pain, people! My left leg went straight out in front of me, my right knee bent and slammed into the carpet and I sort of rolled over onto my rear end.

This reminds me that I need to put a DANGER sign on her door for furture reference.

Did I mention ouch? Ouch. And Owie. Oh yeah, I have a nasty cold too. Will someone play a violin for me now? Someone? Anyone?

Sunday, February 05, 2006

How the LDS see the infidel cartoonists

This was funny as all get out. Love the irony.

Superbowl Sunday



So it's football time today. I don't generally watch a lot of football but today is different because the team playing is MY team. It's their first time in the Superbowl and that's exciting. Even for my children, who know nothing about this stuff. It's fun to watch. Brings back a lot of memories of highschool and college football. I was much more interested in it back then.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Danish Butter Cookies



It's not my fault that I'm being forced to consume more Danish Butter Cookies in order to make up for the Muslim's call for a boycott on Danish products. I wouldn't want the Danish to suffer any economic losses so I'm doing my part to help. (burp)

Friday, February 03, 2006

Death To The Infidel Cartoonists!



So, let me see if I've got this right. They want to kill, massacre and behead people for drawing insulting cartoons about their religion.

I think I work up to a barely noticable miff when my religion is depicted in unflattering terms. I've yet to get the urge to slaughter. Perhaps I should work on that. I'm quite certain I can rise to a mildly disturbed state if I work at it long enough.

Naw. Not worth the effort.

Death to the Infidels for drawing!!



Ok, let me see if I have this right. They want to kill you for drawing cartoons of their faith?

I'm not thrilled when my faith is ridiculed, however I draw the line at killing those who would use their free speech rights to do so. That's ludicris in the extreme. Get a grip people.

Death to the Infidels for drawing!!



Ok, let me see if I have this right. They want to kill you for drawing cartoons of their faith?

I'm not thrilled when my faith is ridiculed, however I draw the line at killing those who would use their free speech rights to do so. That's ludicris in the extreme. Get a grip people.

They Said It Couldn't Be Done.

When my Ashley Rose was born two months early by emergency c-section after suffereing a stroke in the womb, a doctor told me that she would probably not walk, or talk, or lead a normal life. I was given a prescription for a wheelchair for my baby angel.

Now, while she does wear a brace on her right leg to help her walk and she doesn't have much use of her right hand, she is brilliant. Brilliant enough to be nominated for testing to place her in the gifted program here in her school district. I drove her down there this morning and she was excited.

You see, first grade is so boring for her (so she says) and she comes home each day exasperated that they had to color again!. "Mom, I already KNOW HOW TO COLOR!!"

So we shall see. All I know is that she is a walking, talking, breathing miracle in my life and I'm so proud of her and what she has accomplished in her seven short years here on this earth.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Cartoon Jihad

Have you heard the news? The Muslim world is tying itself up in it's turbans over the publishing of cartoons depicting things like this:


Apparently a Jordanian newspaper printed some of them and the editor was fired soon thereafter.

The outrage this has sparked is interesting. It's all right for them to murder, to rape, to cut off the heads of anyone they feel is an infidel (anyone not Muslim) but put out a cartoon and they get a bit up in arms. Apparently there is an Alliance of bloggers that are creating their own Muhammad cartoons, further increasing the furor.

There is a website with most of them posted on there. I'd link to it, but a lot of it is a bit off-color for my tastes.

Boeing Update.

There is nothing to report. Boeing is still being coy, leading us on. One phone call, then nothing. We itch to pick up the phone and call Boeing, but we don't want to appear too eager.

Oh who are we kidding. We're about as jumpy as garlic on a hot skillet.

A Thief Is A Thief

This guy is a crook, plain and simple. He's a hoodlum.

This Is So Wrong

I'm getting a pimple. A PIMPLE! Someone has messed up my life's timeline and is trying to send me back to teenage hell. Ok, so it's just one zit, but still. Don't I have enough to worry about without pimples entering the picture? Gaaaaaah!

I'm also getting a cold. It's very weird, but I can pinpoint the exact moment it struck me. I was getting into bed last night and suddenly felt this intense pressure in my head. I sneezed.

That was it. Full blown cold. How weird is that? Needless to say I didn't sleep well. Hubby told me to grab some Nyquil but I didn't want to do that. It always makes me so groggy in the morning. (Like I'm Ms. Ray of sunshine in the morning on my own, but still).

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

My Blog is turning into a cooking forum

Ah well. Who knew?

I made a Mexican tamale pie thingy for dinner tonight. I love it and so does hubby. Not so sure about the kids. Since I also make dinner each night for the family across the street, I'll be interested in hearing what they have to say about this dish. It's very easy to make and quite tasty. You can make it as spicy as you like. I go for mild. That's me. Mild. No, I didn't say wimpy, I said mild.

Fry up one pound of hamburger and one pound of Italian sausage with about a cup of chopped onion. Add two cans of stewed tomatoes, without the juice. Chop up the t'maters a bit. Add one can of corn, drained and toss in taco seasoning and chili powder to taste. Oh, salt and pepper. Can you tell that I don't use a recipe?

Put this into a 9 x 12 pan. Mix up some cornbread (I use 2 boxes of that Jiffy cornbread mix and add a little sugar to the mix) and pour that over the meat mixture and bake at 350 for about 45 minutes or until golden brown.

It's good. Trust me. Who, me brag?

Oh, and one more thing. BOEING!!! CALL US BACK!!!! That is all.

My Gifts Are Killing Me

Yesterday I made a double batch of Snickerdoodles.



They haven't lasted long here with the kids and with me. They just taste too darn good. I should bake things that I hate. That way I wouldn't eat them. It's my curse to be such an incredible cook/baker/all round kitchen woman. Dang this gift of culinary prowess!

My momma always told me, 'honey, never trust a skinny cook'. I assure you, I am completely trustworthy.

My New Greeting

I should say this to more people!