Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Yeah, I thought of you today as I was putting on my capris and sandals. It was in the 80's here. Got to love that mild California weather. If it makes you feel better it does get windy at night...
Seriously. Not even funny Lady Di. You suck! Speaking of wind. It was super windy here the other day and I forgot to mention the LEAVES. Oh my, the leaves are FALLING. They are everywhere. My neighbors trees are puking on my lawn. So I went out and just picked them up from my bushes and threw them in the air. I sent those little boogers flying down the street. Is that OK? I mean they are not my leaves.
Just don't go native. I don't want to find anything dead on your car when I come to visit. OR wonder what is in the meatloaf.
oh not to worry. not to worry. I still ask the Grams what is in the meatloaf, the tacos, what kind of roast is that? I can't and won't eat wild game. It stinks. Could you imagine me, hunting. I think not.
I went shopping yesterday for some warmer clothes. Shopping was fun. My Mama and I walked into a tractor supply store to get a dog house and some snow boots were on sale. She says: "that is a nice price you should get some." I replied, " I think I will just stay in when it snows." I will wait until I find some cute stylish ones. Do they make those? I want some like my girls have.
So what....you are planning on "staying in" until like May??? Girl, I'm afraid you are going to have to break down and buy some freakin' snow boots whether they are cute and stylish or not. I know you're in denial but you do live in MONTANA now and it SNOWS there...LOTS. Hey, just do me a favor and DO NOT under any circumstances whatsoever wear socks with sandals. Remember, Lady Di says that is NEVER okay!!!!
What? I thought I could totally get away with that here. Actually I was thinking about socks with flip flops. Cute, huh? I will start a new fad. Actually I am sending the OP to school today with socks and flip flops. Don't flip out! It is Red Ribbon Week and she is supposed to wear flip flops today. But good heavens it is freezing. I can't send her little piggies out in that kind of weather.
Here, you can have one of my tissues. We need to get a girl's trip planned that includes a day at the spa. I need a haircut so bad right now. My hair has never been the same since I had kids. What's up with that anyway? My once thick, long, wavy/curly hair is now thin and has a mind of it's own. Some days it has it's curl and does what it's told and other days it's flat and stringy.
Oh I got your back girl. It sucks. Mine is thinning in places where it shouldn't and then growing in places it's not supposed to. That isn't because I am thirty that is due to a haywire thyroid. Don't even get me started on that. Girls trip- yes indeed. Vegas baby. I just have to lose some of this extra bulge that has moved in uninvited. AGAIN.
Good luck with the new neighbors. We can trade crazy neighbor stories now. Mine felt obligated to come out and talk...I mean bitch the entire time while I was doing yard work. Goodness sake, that man is one big complain fest. I don't think he has ever said one thing to me that wasn't a complaint about something. His latest beef is with the mailman who is not delivering his mail because HE (the neighbor) won't move his car from in front of the mailbox. I'm thinking DUDE, I understand that YES it's kind of BS that the mailman can't get out of his little mail car to deliver the mail. HOWEVER COMMA if the post office powers that be say that he is not allowed to get out of little mail car and therefore mail will not be delivered if cars are parked in front of the mailbox.....then DON'T PARK YOUR FLIPPIN' VAN IN FRONT OF YOUR MAILBOX!!! Geez, do I really have to solve ALL the problems in the universe???
And here is my own original random thought: I've been working at the schools administering a language test to all the English Language learners that are enrolled. Most recently I was at the middle school and can I just say that I think I know some kindergartners that can bubble in answers better than some of these middle schoolers. YIKES!! I don't know who cares less. The kid scribbling in the bubbles or the teacher that collects it with out checking and making the kid clean it up.
I am a teacher myself and I even gave the test to an entire class of students and I made sure that those kids bubbled in their answers properly. It's not that hard people and it takes less than a minute to do a glance over of each test that gets handed in to check for neatness.
You go Lady Di! Clean bubbles are important. You had to bring up teachers. I mean I know you are one but your an awesome one. I am having issues with the OP's. I won't get started.
Um. Geez. I am not in Arkansas! Montana is a little behind but not much and I am not a native. I still claim to be Californian. We have #2 pencils and I have personally never seen another lead number.
Oh I forgot. Can I just say that the Swine Flu is freaking me out a little. I mean I can't even get the regular flu shot up here. They seem to be short. What is up with that anyway? I mean seriously? They obviously know that there are more people in the world than last year and might need to up the number. No they made less. Thanks.
1. You are in the car and warned the kids for the 100th time to stop touching each other and be quiet, when you hear yet another "hit" and yet ANOTHER snicker. You realize your ninja reflexes are not what they used to be when you turn quickly to catch the "perp" in the act and all you see is the 3 yr. old (with the halo on of course) pointing her delicate index finger at big brother...who is staring blankly out the window (also wearing halo).
2. You are actually thankful your son wants to be Spongebob for Halloween even though Spongebob annoys the YOU KNOW WHAT out of me. BECAUSE...up until this weekend you thought you would have to REALLY make your son either a center pivot costume OR a giant corn cob costume (it's a farming thing).
3. Most moms are taking their sons to Saturday morning soccer games, you are taking yours to the ranch to smash potatoes with the tractor (again...it's a farming thing).
4. Your 3 yr. daughter walks out of the bathroom stark naked with a wad of toilet paper stuck between her cheeks and says, "Look mom, I look like a bunny!!" Hmmm....potential Halloween costume perhaps???
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
So, needless to say I know how to cook a pototo in more ways than one. Just think of that scene in the movie Forrest Gump when Bubba is telling Forrest all the ways you can cook shrimp. Let's see, there's : baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, scallopped potatoes, ham n' potatoes, fried potatoes, twice baked potatoes, fat lady potatoes, potatoes n' sausage, au gratin potatoes, roasted potatoes, herbed potatoes, AND my feature for today POTATO SOUP in the crock pot.
Trust me there are more recipes but I have to pace myself. I have already shared my Cheesy Ranch Potato recipe. Lately, I have been on a crock pot kick. I love the crock pot. It's so easy, there is minimal prep, just throw ingredients in, set it, forget it, and when it's time for dinner TA-DA. Dinner is ready. So, come visit us in the kitchen at Eat Your Peas. The potato soup recipe is there as well as many other delicious and delectable delights.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
In a nutshell, the author of said blog decided that every Thursday she would post a picture that was meaningful, expressed emotion, and spoke volumes to her. AND, she has been so kind as to let anyone willing to participate join her.
So I went through the eight ba-jillion pictures on my computer and found this little beauty from last Christmas Season. This is HRH (Her Royal Highness) aka Curly Top aka WW (wild woman). Since she was born, HRH has had the ability to make me laugh. I used to say she must sprinkle some kind of fairy dust on me that makes it hard to be mad at her. I know...this is not always a good thing because she has a bit of a wild streak (hence the nickname "Wild Woman". However, she is vivacious, independent, funny, smart, and is completely fearless. She is sugar with a LOT of spice! This picture definitely speaks volumes about this kid's spunk. She wanted to show me that she was big enough to cut down her own tree. She said, "See Mom, it's a little girl size tree just for me." I answered, "I thought you said you weren't a little girl?" HRH didn't skip a beat, she replied, "It's for little girls that are big."
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Usually the picture looks more like this...
But never do you ever, hardly see this.....
Hard to believe after 8 years of marriage (just celebrated anniversary yesterday Oct.13) and three kids, we can manage to BOTH be in front of the camera from time to time. Funny how having kids cuts in on the couple time in more ways than one. So get a good look people, I may be gray-haired and wearing glasses the next time I can get a photo opp with my husband again.
Monday, October 12, 2009
So, why does my beloved son HAVE to strip naked to take a deuce anyway? Is it a guy thing or a 7 yr. old guy thing? AND...why does he INSIST on hanging out in there FOREVER? I mean really, what's the deal, does he have to marinate in the stench or what? I just don't get it.
By the way, for those of you that do not play a lot of cards a deuce would be a #2.
Why does my 3 yr. old INSIST on wearing her bathing suit STILL? Apparently she didn't get the memo that it is FALL! So she comes bee-bopping downstairs in her blue polka dot bathing suit and has the nerve to be upset with me when I deliver the bad news that she in fact is NOT going out in the below 60 degree weather to play in the water.
WHY, WHY, WHY, do my little cherubs decide that it's the perfect time to be little devils when mom is on the phone?? I swear, it is like a ringing phone triggers a chemical in their brain that turns them into crazed heathens. They can be in a near comatose state watching T.V. or better yet, playing quietly upstairs. BUT. As soon as that phone rings all hell breaks loose. They must think, "Moms on the phone...pantry (not to be confused with panty) raid!!!" OR "Moms on the phone...let's play WWE and hit our heads together to see who can scream the loudest."
It's official, I am a married single mom. Confusing, I know. Let me explain. My husband is a farm manager and he is right smack in the middle of harvest season. So, needless to say I see my husband between the hours of 1 a.m. -6 a.m. Which means I actually DON'T see him because I am asleep. So yes, it's been sometime now. Since about late August until early-mid November I am sort of on my own.
Don't get me wrong about previous random thought. I am not necessarily complaining about being a married single mom. It has it's perks: sole control over the remote, less cooking (funny how kids don't seem to mind eating cereal for dinner most nights), I can "work" on my computer without the sighs and eye rolls, and I eat late night snacks in bed (shh! don't tell, he hates it when I do that, something about crumbs in the sheets I don't know what his problem is).
So, minus the part where I think some crazed psychopath is going to murder me and my children at night while he's gone at work, it's really not that bad.
Speaking of crazed psychopaths, better check and make sure I have my keys, cell phone, and shoes right by my bedside in case the kids and I have to make a break for it!
Yeah and I let my 3 yr. old stay in bed with me rather than take her upstairs because you know SHE is going to protect me in case said crazed murdering psychopath comes in.
So, enough with my little neurotic thoughts. Let's try some err.. normal thoughts. It's supposed to rain tonight. LOTS. I love the rain. I love this time of year. Fall is my favorite.
Okay my mind jumps back and forth, forgive me. I'm still trying to figure out exactly why Obama got the Nobel Peace Prize. This has nothing to do with whether I like or dislike Barrack Obama or if I am a Democrat or Republican. AND, I know that to some its straight blasphemy to say anything against Obama. However, I think of past award winners and reflect on their LIFE work and know that Obama hasn't "payed his dues" to be a member of that club.
I don't like to get all political. So in the words of Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about that."
Oh, I almost forgot! Don't forget to Eat Your Peas. I had a request for my beef stew recipe so check it out on our food blog.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
My husband and I took the kids out to the pumpkin patch on Saturday. We actually grew our own pumpkins this year. However, we forgot this little thing called fertilizer and our pumpkins are a little on the sorry side. Ironic, since I am married to a FARMER. Can you believe it? He had the nerve to be too busy with the "real" farm to deal with our measly lil' punkin patch. Well, no worries LadyDi learned some things from her trial run and I am going to grow me some gi-normous pumpkins next year. I'm talking "Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" BIG!
See, you can hardly tell the difference RIGHT????? Let's just say I'm not going to chuck it all and become a professional pumpkin farmer anytime soon....
Anyway, the kids and I have been going to this pumpkin patch for some years now and this was the first time Dad got to come (this is harvest time). He is usually working like crazy, but he actually had some time off so he was able to join us. This place is so cool because it has every squash, gord, and pumpkin you can imagine. There is a corn maze, haunted house, and bouncy house for the kids to play. Our kids love it, even the 14 yr.old (at least for now).
Now that's what I'm talking about.... Do you think I can grow some as big as this next year???
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
My house in boxes! Kind of strange looking in all the empty rooms. I keep going to drawers to find things (like a knife to butter my toast) and all I find is empty space. I am getting anxious now to get to our new home and start anew. Most of the boxes in the picture above are my kitchen. I live in my kitchen and now I am going to a much smaller kitchen. This should be interesting.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Of course we had to have fruit with Lady Di's dip. We love that stuff.
Then there was the homemade corn dogs. Yes I may be crazy but they were a huge hit and so delish and I don't even like hot dogs. So there, Lady Di!
Then the cake: