Friday, April 29, 2011

Do Not Disturb

I peeked around the corner the other day and saw this:
He is reading an issue of Parenting Magazine. Maybe he can give me some pointers later....
Cracked me up!

Happy Friday!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

I wanted to write today but I couldn't disturb this...

He is so peaceful, laying in the chair from which I type, that I just can't move him.
Let's get in for a more intimate look at those toes and whiskers.

Okay, he just got up and scratched his ear, from which a chunk of something brown fell out, and shook his head, which caused drool to fly all over my silk pillow. I'm dead serious. That really just happened. Cuteness session over.

But there is always this:

Hi. I'll be one on Tuesday. Too bad I'm not very cute.

Happy Thursday.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

More Incredible Fashion With Thing 1

Inconsistency is the only place that I am truly consistent.

Since I stated two weeks ago that I would post about fashion every week, I guess I'll do it now, since I forgot to last week.

Meet my stylist:

He likes diggers. Who doesn't?

He also loves the ladies. Mama's, hold on
to your little girls. This guy is a charmer.

Here is how Thing 1 fashioned me last Saturday when I went out shopping for my new living room decor:
A vintage western shirt stolen ripped borrowed from my mother's closet,
red capri pants, a skinny red belt and my pink sparkly genie slippers.
I don't look cRaZy at all.

Although I like to be adventurous, and I did wear slippers today when I had an emergency visit to my chiropractor (the sheepskin boots, not the pink genie ones), I typically don't wear house shoes while out in public. Typically. Some rules are meant to be broken though....

Here is what I chose to wear instead (I like how I match the drapes, so classy...):

It was all about the boots and the hat on Saturday.
My hair was stupid, it was cold out (I woke up to snow),
 and I needed comfort on my feet. These boots never fail me.
 Jeans from the Limited, hat from Target, sweater from Loft and boots from Macy's.
The earrings were a birthday present from one of my favorite people on the planet.

Aren't those earrings awesome? I know.
 Sunday was Easter. I hope none of you missed it. We actually went to CHURCH. I know! *shock and awe* We had to keep Thing 2 from napping but it all worked out well, as he did not melt or burst into flames. Here is what I wore... I call it "Baptist Gone Awry" (I have never actually been a Baptist, but I like the way that sounds):
Yes. I am aware that there is something wrong with me.
Now, please show me your license and registration.
Yes, that brooch is vintage. It was my great grandmother's.

My stylist approved.
He's used to crazy though, he lives with me,
and he often is seen wearing his shoes on the wrong feet.
Everything that I am wearing here is between 100 and 3 years old.
In case you were wondering, and I know you are, the living room redesign is going very well. I blew some of my furniture budget on accessories (surprise!) but it is coming together nicely and we can make do with our Habitat for Humanity chairs for a while longer. I'll give you a few hints and show some pictures of the room later in the week.
How excited are you now? Can you stand it?

Peace, Love and Unicorns,

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

How to feel petite and also how to irritate the piss out of me.

I have a few pet peeves. I am going to say right up front that I am also a giant hypocrite. There.

I eat a lot. And I eat fast. It probably should be called "snarfing" instead of "eating" when I do it. My sister does this as well. We both blame it on high school where we had only 20 minutes for lunch break. "But 20 minutes is an ample amount of time for eating lunch!" you protest. "Yes..." I would respond, "except that we also had to go the the ladies room, visit our locker and get in a full game of HORSE on the basketball court in that amount of time, leaving us about 4.5 minutes in which to eat." You see, I've been multitasking for years.

Where I am going with this is that I eat fast, and am aware of that, but I consciously try to eat in an area that is well outside of the acceptable "personal space bubble" of others. My husband, on the other hand offends me fairly consistently on two levels:
  1. He has no concept of my personal space bubble and often hovers directly behind me or beside me when I am tasking. Cuddling on the couch is one thing, I'm all for a nice couch cuddle. He chooses close moments for times like: when I am loading the dishwasher, or cleaning the counters, or pretty much doing anything in the kitchen that I just want to complete as quickly as possible. What I don't want to do is ram my skull into his shoulder or chin. What I don't want is to have to slow down so that I don't gore him with a kitchen knife while I am on my way to putting it away. What I don't want to do is get unconsciously irritated and throw an elbow..... whoops. That only happened once. Okay, maybe twice.
  2. He also eats too close to me. And he is a lip smacker. A loud one. This morning he actually managed to do it twice. The first was hovering over me while I was putting away laundry... in our BEDROOM... slurping up cereal and milk like he was eating it through a straw. I literally ran at him. He picked up on my subtle hint and took his cereal into another room. The second was later in the morning when he was standing waaaaayyy to close to me while shoving a banana in his cake hole. Then I got to hear all the mushy, smacky, squishy, sticky banana versus the tongue noises. I shudder in remembrance. Not only because of my personal feelings about bananas that I shared with you in this post, but also because I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU EATING!!!! Oh. Mah. Gawd.
Really, I feel so much better now that I got that off my chest and shared it with the world. I read it to my spouse for approval and he laughed. You see, this is all part of his master plan to come home to find me with rollers in my hair, red lipstick all over my face, in my bathrobe talking to my ceramic cat collection. I was hoping he would say something along the lines of "Do I do that? I'm sorry honey, I'll make a mental note to eat more quietly and respect your personal space bubble." Ha. Dream on Johi.

In other news, if you ever need to feel tiny, find this man and have your picture taken with him.

Could I be a bigger dork? Nope.
 Who is that handsome guy?
Why that would be Ritch Rand, master hatter. He is tiny. Only 6'8". Poor guy. I'll bet he got picked on a lot. Ritch and I go way back. Back to the days when I was young, cute and vibrant and I used to use that charm and sell his custom made cowboy hats. This was one of the parts of my years in retail that I actually enjoyed, because he was awesome to work for (i.e he used to provide me with gambling money and martinis) and his hats are very high quality. You can check out his merchandise (not that merchandise. Sicko. The HATS.) at his website. Cool stuff. Come to think of it, I was trying to sell my husband one of his hats while my husband was trying to figure out how to ask me out. So... it is actually Ritch's fault that I married a lip smacking, space invader. Holy hell. I love it when I can blame others! My work here is done.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter Past and Present

I hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend. Easter is one of those celebrations that is not only difficult to explain to preschoolers (no honey, your kitty isn't coming back), but it stirs up a big pot of nostalgia for me.....

I think of Easter baskets at my grandparents' house, with all my younger cousins running around enthusiastically searching for the one with their name on it.

I think of family dinners at my other grandparents' house, complete with ham, deviled eggs, beer and games, lots of games: board games, card games, pool tournaments.....

I think of pretty dresses (on other people- I never remember getting a new Easter dress), the Catholic church I grew up attending and that overzealous family that always parked themselves in the very front pew (good thing they were there, the whole congregation followed their lead on the whole sit, stand, kneel business, if it wasn't for them we all would have been going up and down like preschoolers playing a rousing game of musical chairs). 

I think of new green grass, daffodils, tulips and flowering trees with delicate blooms.

I think of bunnies, of course. And birds; little chirpy ones.

I think of the 10 years that I was enslaved in worked in retail and was always scheduled to work Easter Sunday, which made me feel bristly and bitter. I wasn't even nice to customers on that day. Whoops. That was Christ-like of me, don't you think?

I think of spring and everything it means to me, which is in short, A GIANT RELIEF THAT WINTER IS FINALLY OVER.

Thanks to my new life as wife and mother, I now get to create these memories for my family (with the exception of the crappy job ones). I get to make the egg hunts, new outfits (no one got any), church, and family dinners happen for my kids and husband. That responsibility is such a blessing in my life.

I have lots of my typical crap planned for you all this week, complete with a new "Fashion with Thing 1" post and a series of posts on the redesign of my living room (wheeeeee!). Can you stand the excitement??  Stay tuned!

Peace, Love and Unicorns,

Friday, April 22, 2011

Fun Friday Facts

Two things happened last night:

1. We had a thunderstorm, which meant that Black Dog spent the night in our bathroom trembling and saying to herself "PLEASE! NO! I'M NOT READY TO DIE!" Black Dog is afraid of many many many things (including cameras), but thunderstorms top the list of evil in her mind. They produce acid rain you know....

2. I went out to the mailbox yesterday evening and was greeted with this, which immediately made me feel terrible about myself:

 In case you don't see the problem here, let me magnify it:

Really Your Big Backyard  magazine? REALLY?
Now I wish I wouldn't have used that  hot 20-something guy's butt as my focal point in yoga class because I KNOW that they are greeting ME with this passive aggressive message.
What is next? Will someone be sending me leopard print sunglasses and hot pants, delivered by an attractive young UPS driver wearing a cross, a string of garlic and a chastity belt? Where will I put my hot flash medication if I am wearing hot pants? And finally: Why would this have meant nothing if my husband (who is almost oblivious to the fact that he is 10 1/2 years older than me) would have gotten the mail? Where is the male version of "cougar"? The hyena? I guess that would equate "dirty old man"....

So thanks, "Your Big Backyard" Magazine, for making all "older" mom's feel like filthy dirty antique whores. If only I could have topped out at 35.....and fuck you OBGYN for making 35 the magic number to qualify you as "advanced in years". Someone get me my crossword puzzle, reading glasses and Activia.

In other news:

We listed our living room furniture on Craigslist and sold it in less than three hours. The buyers will be picking it up this evening. I'm ecstatic.

Here is what we had:

Plus a chair and ottoman that won't fit in my teensy weensy house.
It has served us well, but is just too damn big for the house and
too soft for my old lady body. (read: they hurt my back.)
It will now have a new home with its new family in a room that is big enough to actually accommodate it all, so that it can be a family again. Yea! I love seeing families stay together.

And the best part?...Guess what that means? Momma gets to go shopping, cash in hand, for some NEW living room furniture. WOOHOO! 

I know exactly what I want. Here is an idea:

Photo from Luxe Magazine.
"Is she on CRACK? A white couch with pets and children??", you ask.
No, I'm not on crack. I am naturally delusional.
I've been this way since I was a young child looking at
the women's shoe section in the Sears Catalog.
 I lived on a farm. I was nine. ...High heels not practical...
I only said that this is what I WANT.
I love those grey green chairs too.... *sigh*
 Even though that is what my heart desires, I'm pretty certain that it is not what we will be getting.

But then again, I've always been fond of living in a fantasy world! My mom fed my illness by buying me a subscription to Luxe Magazine. Way to be an enabler, mom.
Let me show you the cover of this month's issue:

It has so so much in common with my house.

Here is what happened in the five minutes that it took me to run the vacuum and put the vacuum back in the closet:

This has Thing 2's prints all over it.

While this bears the trademark stamp of Thing 1.
Seriously, I just cleaned this rug and room two seconds earlier.

Both the Things blamed this guy. It looks like
he bucked off his rider (who must have been playing
with the magnets scattered all over the floor...)

 So, you see, when it comes to home design, what I want and what I have are two very different things. For instance, this guy lives at our house:

My husband painted this as a child.
Now it lives with us.
Isn't that sweet?
Bonus Points to anyone who can name
the MOVIE in which this bunny made
an appearance.

Happy Good Friday to all of you. May all your Easter wishes come true.

It's Good Friday and I forgot. Crap. I ate meat. I ate a lot.

Damn, I should write cards.

Peace, Love and Easter Bunnies,

P.S. I posted the red beans and rice recipe under the recipe page, just as promised!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

My life as a superhero

"A superhero? Did you get into the cleaning products again?" you ask.


Yesterday was full of excitement.  It contained two rescue missions, two investigations, a beautification (which equals "saving the planet" in my mind) and a magical concoction.

Let me explain.

The morning started with Thing 1 receiving an important call on his Toy Story phone. This one:
He told me that it was Buzz Lightyear calling and he was stuck in the truck. He said that Buzz needed to be rescued. I played along and said, "Well go rescue him!", to which he replied "No. You do it." Then I remembered seeing him take Buzz with him when he walked out of the door Tuesday with Brock to go to school. I walked out to my truck, and sure enough, there was Buzz Lightyear sitting peacefully in the backseat. So I "rescued" him by bringing him into the house where my Things could "play" with him. Let me just say, for the record, that I would not want to be a boy's toy. I'm not so sure my rescue was in the best interest of Buzz.

Shortly after that, I heard Thing 2 coughing at my feet. I picked him up, did the finger sweep and popped out one of these lovelies that the Red Dog must have carried in on her hide:
Rescue Mission #2 complete: Save Thing 2 from choking because I am a bad housekeeper.
If you are wondering that picture is, I will give you a hint:

No this isn't one of Cher's wigs,
it's a cottonwood tree. Those
little pods are sticky littler effers.
As I was cleaning up the product that comes after the finger sweep (this kid pukes when you clean his ear with a q-tip so jamming your finger in his mouth is a sure fire way to result in vomit), I set him down to wash my hands. In that 20 seconds, he managed to find two more sticky pods and I only recovered one, which means I am on the lookout for a tiny tree sprouting out of his ears any day now. Time to mop the floors, which is on my to-do list today.

*Thursday's To-Do List*
  1. Drink Coffee. (check)
  2. Shower.(check- I KNOW! Celebration!)
  3. Mop so that Thing 2 can't find anything to eat off the floors.
  4. Drink Coffee. (check)
  5. Write Blog Post. (in progress...)
  6. Think about exercising. (huh?)
  7. Feed the herd. (one meal down)
  8. Watch Netflix movie.
  9. Return Netflix movie.
You guys, my life is HARD.

After two rescue missions, one would think this superhero had done enough. But no. A superhero's work is never done.

Thing 1 and I had a few mysteries to solve, thus our investigations began. The first one stemmed from his conversation with his trains. He was speaking about the green #6 train known by Percy. He called Percy "she". I said, "Honey, I think Percy is a boy, so you would say he." Thing 1 replied in his high pitched, thoughtful manner, "Well.....Nooooo, I think Percy is a girl." Honestly, I have had wondered about this myself. And if any of you have little boys, I'm sure you have watched episodes of Thomas the Train. I feel like there is a certain androgyny to both Thomas and Percy. Furthermore, I have my suspicions that they are "special friends". I really didn't investigate too far because I didn't really care to see Percy's girdle, high heels and unmarked video collection.

Love is in the air.
These two should really be named Pat and Kris.
 The second investigation is also still unsolved. We have a plant. It is kind of a bush. A tall skinny one. It grew up in some rocks that we stole resourcefully picked up and used in our landscaping by our front steps.
I think a seed was carried in on one of the rocks. Neither Brock or I know what it is, but it is a survivor, which is crucial for a plant to live in our care, and this is it's third year of growing strong.  It was also on the list of shrubs to be moved because it is in an awkward location, but I think we will have to wait until next year now because as I was walking to the mailbox I noticed it had started to flower! Surprise! Pretty! Please help me identify this bush. It is probably 5 foot tall at the highest point.

What am I?

Even my minions can't figure it out.
 Here is a photo of our partially finished project, the "beautification" in action:
This was all a dirt lot before. I think it is coming along nicely.
We plan on adding Maroon Breeze (i.e. crusher)
to the bare dirt for a path. I'm excited.
Yes, this is the kind of thing that excites me. Sad.
It may not look like much now but wait until the red roses, yellow day lilies, white yarrow and red hot pokers start to bloom. Awesome!

 The final super heroic act of the day was creating a magical concoction (read: new recipe) for Red Beans and Rice. I had clipped one out of a magazine and tried it awhile back with less than stellar results. We were all pleased with the one I made up yesterday. Even Thing 1 gobbled up every bite. Here is proof:
I'll post it tomorrow or later today because this post is so long that I probably lost half of my readers after the first rescue mission. Wha wah wah wahwahwah.

I hope that you all are having a great Thursday. I'm off to don my cape and mop the floors.

Peace, Love and Unicorns,

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Difference #482 between me and my husband.

Tuesday and Thursday are PRESCHOOL days! Yay! I don't know who loves it more, Thing 1 or Mommy.

This morning my husband got Thing 1 dressed for school. Thanks honey! Then I saw what Thing 1 was wearing. It was the exact same clothing that he had worn yesterday. The same jeans and fleece that he was wearing to play outside, to nap (and he is like mommy and sweats when he sleeps, lucky dude) and to eat his meals (which always end up on the clothes). I was all "whyyy did you put that on him?" and he was all "whhaaaat? he only wore it yesterday?" and I was all "yes, which means it is now dirty."

I will say that I am guilty of wearing my jeans more than one day, and occasionally my jeans have a speck of crust on them (I have children... and I eat every meal like I am standing in front of a trough). But generally speaking I wear fresh clothes every day. Because that is what you do when you have access to clean water and a washing machine... and because I am an adult and I don't like to smell bad, or walk around with snot... or avocado?, no, it's egg! smeared on my shirt.  Call me crazy.

For the record, I know Thing 1 had a closet full of clean clothes to select from, because I had just done laundry (and even put it away. I know. I'm like a Wizard). My favorite part of my husband putting this outfit on him? He pulled it from the hamper, which contained other dirty clothes. I know this because I put them in the hamper last night. WTF?

For the record squared, Thing 1 changed into fresh clothes for school, and then I even brushed his hair. I know what you are thinking, and I too am waiting for my Mom of the Year plaque to arrive by FedEx any day now.

Here's my question to you: Does your significant other do this with your child?
Also: Does your significant other have to change his own clothes sometimes up to five times because everything he put on has been "recycled" and has food crusted on it?

Just wondering.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Bad bad book for wasting my precious awake time.

First of all, I would like to point out that I obviously have no formal training (aside from a few Gen Ed courses in college) on the subject of literature, nor am I am paid to write book reviews (but I am open to accepting donations!). None of that matters because I have free publishing right here on this humdinger of a blog, thus enabling me to spew my opinion all over the Internet! Yay. I am, on most days, moderately literate, and every day I possess an obnoxiously strong opinion, so that qualifies me to write a book review. Right? Sure.

I am fortunate to be in a fabulous book club that meets once a month. It consists of nine (how many of us are there now?)diverse women. We indulge in wine, coffee and munchies while discussing hormones, kids, sex, shoes, food, penis size (jk?) and occasionally the title that we read. We choose our books two months at a time to give everyone a chance to locate and read the selections. I love my book club gals. I love reading. I love having a palpable reason to peruse books that are outside of what I would normally pick up (i.e. me heading towards the Barbara Kingsolver section or anything stamped with Oprah's seal of approval).

We opt for a nice variety, and if you are curious, many of the titles from the last 2 1/2 years are displayed in my book list. Everything from chick lit to mystery to romance to actual literature has made the cut. Honestly, I'm fairly easy to please when it comes to entertainment. Depending on my mood, I can even tolerate total fluff (flash to me watching The House Bunny and laughing out loud). But last month's book. Ugh. That fucker was draining me. More than 200 pages in and the story had not progressed from page 50. I think the author was going for suspense with his 150 pages of pure paranoia and a lame lame plot, hello? PLOT? you can't climax on page 36 and then continue to write another 356 pages but it left me wanting to say "Oh cheese and rice, shut the hell up and DO SOMETHING already".

So here is my review of Brad Meltzer's The First Council: It was so gripping that I won't be finishing it, because I no longer give a flying unicorn (a unisarus... a pegacorn?) "who done it". It was so mesmerizing that I would rather put it down and watch reruns of Fantasy Island, which is terrible as well, but at least they lai people and "wrap it up" in an hour.

Save your time and energy for Wally Lamb's She's Come Undone, Barbara Kingsolver's Animal Dreams or Prodigal Summer, Sarah Gruen's Water for Elephants or Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale. All are available in paperback and worth the read. Or just read something by Steven King. Or go read The Little Prince to your kid. Or just crack open a beer, tune into Hot in Cleveland, and enjoy half an hour of the hilarious and fabulous Betty White and her entourage.


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Fashion Consultation with Thing 1

I got dressed this morning and Thing 1 walked into my room and said, "Mommy, that shirt is funny!" Then he walked into my closet and plucked out a different shirt and said, "This is nice. Wear this."

Well folks, I've been wanting to add some different elements to this blog and wasn't sure what. Now I know. Are you ready for fashion time with an almost 4 year old? Oh yes.

Now for the photographic evidence.... Pardon my ugly mug, as I have never been accused of modeling, and am really only comfortable in front of the camera when in my lime green leisure suit.

Option 1
I thought that this was cute.
My stylist disagreed.
That is my stylist's foot on the right.

Option 2
This is Thing 1's selection.
He made me zip the vest up that high,
which I find incredibly flattering.
Is this a hint that he wants to go hiking,
or a comment on my food portions?
 Honestly, once I had the jeans and tennies on, I realized that they were really much more comfortable and warmer than my original choice. Honestly, I really hate sneakers with jeans, even though I wear some brown ones with jeans almost every day around the house. But seriously, does anything scream MOM any louder? For an unusual weekend twist, we are planning on actually going into public at some point today. We need to scout out new couches, because our current ones eat you when you sit down which doesn't help one tiny bit with my old lady back. So no MOM outfit for me today! Oh no! So the jeans stay, the life vest goes and I wandered into my closet to pick from my all time favorite type of foot wear... the cowboy boot. Those 10 years in Western Wear retail did nothing for my self-esteem, hiring marketability or bank account, but it did allow me a discounted collection of high quality, feel good footwear! Ka-Chow.

This is merely a portion.
Yes, I know that I have a problem.
Hey, at least I don't hoard animals.
 I selected my favorite pair; these honeys....

Hello Lovers.
If I could make out with any of my shoes, these are my choice:
Handmade Classic Lucchese in Black Lizard with Saddle Brown Inlay.
They are so so so comfortable.

 For the sake of comfort and fear of resembling a floatation device, I strayed outside of both my original choice and Thing 1's recommendation and finally selected this ensemble:

Option 3
Sorry dude, I like this shirt.

How can you go wrong with dark jeans, a white shirt and boots?
I say "You can't".
What do you all think?

Other questions for my readers:
  1. What are you addicted to? (I obviously have a passion for footwear)
  2. Do you like the idea of a fashion section?
  3. Is it okay to have a fashion section when most of my clothes are over 5 years old?
  4. What other content would you like to see featured on this blog?

Have a wonderful weekend!

Peace, Love and Unicorns,

Friday, April 15, 2011

That Schweaty Mormon Yoga

I was planning on meeting a friend at the 9 am free yoga class this morning. Luckily we are both completely flaky and simultaneously failed at getting to our destination. We each had super great excuses though, which were completely unnecessary.

When we talked this morning, she was telling me about a studio in Old Town Ft. Collins that was only $39 per month for a membership, which is a great price for Ft. Collins.

Friend: "There is some Bringham Young Yoga place in Old Town for only $39."

Me: "Could you perhaps be thinking of Bikram Yoga?"

Friend: "Oh.... yeah."

Me: "I think that it is over 100 degrees in there."

Friend: "Yeah, I read that it is 105."

Me: "It makes me angry just thinking about working out in 105 degrees, which defeats the purpose of yoga, doesn't it?"

Friend: "Yeah, that is hot. Plus it is 90 minutes long, which seems like almost an hour too much."

Me: "Agreed."

And that is how we came to the mutual decision to also flake out on Schweaty Mormon Yoga.

****I joke but I was researching bikram online and came across this article, where she describes my back injury EXACTLY. Maybe I need to get more aggressive with my camel pose and other back bends, which scare the hell out of me.

Chicken Soup is good for more than just the soul, it is tasty too.

Yesterday, since we were all ghacky, I made my Grandma's chicken soup. Please read about her in this post. Make sure and click on the link provided by Don on the bottom and listen to her Sweet Adeline's Quartet. She sang bass and also the lead in that particular song. She was the bomb and I miss her every day.

I made it gluten free (surprise!).
It only takes around an hour from start to finish.

Chicken Noodle Soup

10 cups water (with chicken bouillon) or chicken broth
3 boneless skinless chicken breasts
2 Tablespoons lemon juice
1/2 large white onion diced (about 1 1/2 cups)
4-5 stalks of celery chopped (about 1 cup), I use the leafy ones
6-8 large peeled and chopped carrots (about 2-3 cups)
2 cloves garlic, minced
sea salt
thyme (Optional)
Nature's Seasoning
Noodles (I used a quarter sized amount of spaghetti style- broken three times)

Bring broth, chicken breasts (whole) and lemon juice to a boil in a large pot. Cook on medium heat until breasts are done (about 20 minutes) and then remove and shred.
While broth/chicken is boiling, chop your vegetables and mince the garlic. Add to pot with shredded chicken breasts. Add spices. Bring to boil and simmer another 20 minutes, or until carrots are tender. Add small amount of noodles and cook according to package directions. Serve to your loved ones and everyone will soon feel better.

*Other options:
  • Saute mushrooms and zucchini in olive oil and add to soup.
  • Substitute rice or white beans for noodles.
Happy Friday!
Since it is supposed to be spring, I will leave you with this picture of a foal (last year's) from my parent's Quarter Horse program.

Oh hai.

Peace, Love and Unicorns,

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Another Magical Moment in Time

Last night I had the great pleasure of joining a friend who had recently birthed a little human for a child free dinner. It was marvelous. I even took some time and made myself look pretty. We had good food, wine and adult conversation, which is always a winning combination for me.

Dry Clean Only.

When I returned home, all was peaceful. The kids were sleeping soundly. I didn't even look at the kitchen! My husband and I enjoyed some more adult conversation while snuggled on the couch with a very serene Red Dog.

Crazy eyes? What are those?


She's such a quiet little thing.

Then we went to bed and that is when things really got fun. Not in the way you are thinking...

Thing 1 came crying into our room at 1 a.m. His cold had progressed yesterday. His head was really stuffy and his cough was pretty nasty. I rubbed some Vick's onto his chest and tried to get him to go to sleep. He laid in our bed whimpering and I heard my husband carry him back to his own bed.

Half an hour later and he was back in our king sized bed. 10 minutes after that, my six foot husband was jammed into Thing 1's bunk bed. When I sat up to check on my new tiny bed mate, who was howling about his ear, I knew immediate action needed to be taken. Some snot and a cough is one thing, but I don't think ear pain is anything to mess around with. Plus, Thing 1 never complains. I kept asking him all week how he felt and he would joyously answer, while snot was streaming down his face, "I just feel good!" or "I'm just great!". I decided that I wanted to drive him to the ER at this point, but when I got out of bed my body had other ideas. My husband found me lying face down on the bathroom rug with Thing 1 looking over my shoulder. Every time I tried to get up I would start to black out and fall on the ground. Then I had massive stomach cramping. Maybe the good food wasn't so good. Greeeaaaaat. So Brock took him to the ER and I drug myself back to bed where I laid in sweat drenched sheets. Lovely. What the....??? Thanks for serving me so well in my child's time of need, body.

I am happy to report that Thing 1 now has medication for an ear infection and I have been upright without fainting for almost an hour now. Pure Magic.

But this morning there was this bullshit:

happy freaking spring.