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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Birthday boy's day
About to put corn dogs into the oven, which is dinner along with barbecue potato chips....son's chosen birthday dinner. A homemade carrot cake with cream cheese frosting will add a bit of class. Yankee husband gets squeamish about corn dogs (or as we Southerners call them...pronto pups), but he'll be good about eating them. After all, it *is* a birthday dinner.
Wishing I could get motivated to do house-cleaning. You know how it is sometimes....cleaning is so abhorrent. That's today. Yuck.
Now must run around the living room, straightening a tad before the husband and daughter drive up. He says not to worry about it ("You've got a cute house," he says), but still, I see that it needs a cleaning up, and I don't mean maybe. Oops. Too late. They're here!
Must fly. :)
Wishing I could get motivated to do house-cleaning. You know how it is sometimes....cleaning is so abhorrent. That's today. Yuck.
Now must run around the living room, straightening a tad before the husband and daughter drive up. He says not to worry about it ("You've got a cute house," he says), but still, I see that it needs a cleaning up, and I don't mean maybe. Oops. Too late. They're here!
Must fly. :)
Monday, March 29, 2010
Late Monday
Got out with oldest daughter at noon-time and middle daughter was fine with that. Chatting about stuff is good. Clears the air and all. I grew up in a family that excelled in *the silent treatment* and neither Gary or I practice that technique. He's taught me to spill the beans, so to speak, and as a result, those long silent moments just don't work around these parts. ;)
Took two sons to the shop, while we were at it, and they helped their dad load and deliver some furniture. Then we all eventually came home and Gary hung some old black wooden shutters someone had discarded in part of the kitchen, so we can cordon off the dogs when we have company. Now part of the kitchen has the interesting saloon-type flavor. Reminds me of those swinging doors in westerns.
And besides all of the above, which is nothing really, tomorrow is youngest son's fourteenth birthday. That's a shock as it is since he's a very young thirteen anyway. He's smart as all get out, but is so innocent of the world. I guess you'd say he's old-fashioned. 'Course he does have his feisty side, but all in all, he's a bit like the Beaver.
Looking forward to a fun day tomorrow. Will stay at home and enjoy the day. Simple stuff, you know?
Took two sons to the shop, while we were at it, and they helped their dad load and deliver some furniture. Then we all eventually came home and Gary hung some old black wooden shutters someone had discarded in part of the kitchen, so we can cordon off the dogs when we have company. Now part of the kitchen has the interesting saloon-type flavor. Reminds me of those swinging doors in westerns.
And besides all of the above, which is nothing really, tomorrow is youngest son's fourteenth birthday. That's a shock as it is since he's a very young thirteen anyway. He's smart as all get out, but is so innocent of the world. I guess you'd say he's old-fashioned. 'Course he does have his feisty side, but all in all, he's a bit like the Beaver.
Looking forward to a fun day tomorrow. Will stay at home and enjoy the day. Simple stuff, you know?
Rick & Bubba's Big Honkin' Book of GRUB
It's likely that if I'd ever read any of Rick and Bubba's other books, I'd realize that they'd be pure silliness. This book of GRUB is no exception. And while I was figuring that it'd be full of recipes, it wasn't, but I did enjoy reading the 20-plus dishes that they did include. But beware serious dieters, while they poke fun at calorie-counters, I think we all know that these guys eat for the enjoyment of it, and encourage others to do likewise!My only stumbling block was seeing how much sugar they put in regular cornbread and the cornbread they mix into dressing. I'm Southern and always add a little bit of sugar to these dishes, but felt my eyes glaze over when I saw the amounts in these two recipes. But still, since this book is such a joy, I'd try it their way first. What have I got to lose?
This book would be a perfect gift for the numerous Rick and Bubba fans, and for anyone who wants a laugh. And these days, who couldn't use some light-hearted entertainment?
I'm a member of Thomas Nelson's blogger book review program called BookSneeze. More information can be found at their website.
This book would be a perfect gift for the numerous Rick and Bubba fans, and for anyone who wants a laugh. And these days, who couldn't use some light-hearted entertainment?
I'm a member of Thomas Nelson's blogger book review program called BookSneeze. More information can be found at their website.
When feelings get hurt
The least one shared something with me this morning---not a biggie, but something I'd rather not know. She said she overheard her two older sisters talking in the bedroom last night about how I *supposedly* want to spend time with oldest daughter more than I do our middle daughter. Man, I can't win. And honestly, this is one of the big frustrations of mothering many children. Someone's always feeling left out. And no matter how much I try to pay attention, they get upset. Either I misunderstand, or do things that don't set well with them.
Warning to women who want a houseful....be aware of the tussles you'll face, even when they're out of diapers. You've got to be honest with yourself. It ain't all roses and daisies. And to hear this sort of news first thing in the morning puts a damper on the day. Had to bring it up to middle daughter, who's eleven, and assure her of why it might seem that I prefer the oldest daughter. Has something to do with the fact that she works five days/week, and if we don't leave the house, I never have her to myself. Middle daughter seems not to remember that she went with me on errands just last week.
Must get my head on straight. It'd be easy for this to set the pattern for the day, but I'll try to focus on other stuff. It just hurts my feelings to think that the kids have these conversations while I'm not in the room, including tears, and to find out that I'm the cause.
Nuts.
Warning to women who want a houseful....be aware of the tussles you'll face, even when they're out of diapers. You've got to be honest with yourself. It ain't all roses and daisies. And to hear this sort of news first thing in the morning puts a damper on the day. Had to bring it up to middle daughter, who's eleven, and assure her of why it might seem that I prefer the oldest daughter. Has something to do with the fact that she works five days/week, and if we don't leave the house, I never have her to myself. Middle daughter seems not to remember that she went with me on errands just last week.
Must get my head on straight. It'd be easy for this to set the pattern for the day, but I'll try to focus on other stuff. It just hurts my feelings to think that the kids have these conversations while I'm not in the room, including tears, and to find out that I'm the cause.
Nuts.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Macarons
Have acquired a fetish for photos of Macarons, and will try my hand at making them when I get over the idea of leaving egg whites out on the counter overnight to thicken...being that that step is part of the recipe.
Anyone here eaten or made them? They're so doggone cute, and the ingredients are so simple.
Totally adorable!
Wouldn't mind figuring out how to make them out of felt, either. The hard part would be the little crunchy-looking section between the layers, called the *foot* of the cookie. How would I do the felt so that it looked like that? Maybe even some lace sandwiched in between the felt layers. Must think on this.
(photo from tumblr)
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