Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Since Rachel is one of my very fav peeps ever, she is again hosting yet another giveaway for lil ol moi.
Head back over to Rach's blog and enter!!! Hurry because the giveaway closes Saturday at noon!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
1 flower with hat, 1 set of flower clips and 4 hairbows with matching headbands
Because my dear friend Rach knows how
Head over to Rachel's blog to enter.
The giveaway closes in 48 hours...so hurry!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
He called the next day to tell me that he had bought a box of apples for me.
My first clue that something was not normal with this should have been the words, "They are being delivered to your house."
Because, really, who needs to have a "box" of apples delivered?
My spidey sence should have gone off when I found out that there was a flat bed trailer involved in the apple delivery.
But when I was informed that a forklift was needed to unload the "box" of apples, then I knew something was amiss.
Here is a pix of my 1000 pound "box" of apples.
Guess I know what I'll be doing...for the rest of my life.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I recently received another award on my blog
Here are the rules for getting this award...
* I must present this award to 7 others,
who's blogs I find brilliant in content
and/or design, or those that have
*I must tell those 7 people that they
have been awarded Honest Scrap, and
inform them of these guidelines.
*I must share "10 honest things" about
Here are the blogs that inspire me
Mi Vida Loca
Organize with Sandy
Thrifty Decor Chick
These are blogs that help me organize or encourage my
What? Only three blogs? I told you...
10 honest thing about myself:
1. I am not a morning person. Not. at. all. I think all small children are morning people. This is so unfair.
2. I am bull-headed and stubborn. I publicly admit that.
3. I am very frugal and thrifty. It's actually a lot of fun to live like that!
4. I have lost a lot of weight this year but still have more to go.
5. I am a nurturer. I live to take care of people. So it makes sense that my dream job is to be a nurse.
6. I have a really hard time trusting people enough to let them close enough to me to allow them to see who I really am. I don't know why I am like that.
7. I am super-duper jumpy. It is unreal. It is annoying. I can't make it stop.
8. I can't stand overly competitive people. That includes anyone who needs to be better, have more, have bigger, be first or has to spend more. Those kind of people totally freak me out. Why can't we just all be happy for each other's personal achievements without feeling like some one's success is a personal threat?
9. The thing that makes me feel the most sick is hearing about children being abused. I just can't stand it.
10. I hate being cold. I have a condition that makes my body react weird to sudden changes of temperature. If I drink something cold, get cold, hold something cold, my body overreacts, thinks I'm dying and cuts off the blood supply to my extremities. It's not like it's life threatening or anything but having corpse-like looking hands is just annoying and painful.
That's all folks!
And thanks again for the award!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Nope, that's not a typo.
That's what we call them around them here parts.
Some of the granolie bar ingredients I can't even pronounce.
So, I found this recipe. (Click on the word "this" to take you there.)
I have mixed it up with different nuts. Peanuts, filberts or almonds. All good.
The last time I made these, I made eight batches and I added some flax seed just because I can do sneaky mom stuff like that.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Since I'm not at all superstitious, I actually was kinda amused.
The bride and groom came to meet with me about a month ago. They had a couple of friends that I had previously done cakes for and had heard good things about me.
They came out to my house and I showed them pictures of the cakes that I had done. Then, they showed me a picture of the cake that they wanted.
I have to admit, that I got
But, because they had already been to three different bakeries before me, "shopping around", I wasn't sure that I would be chosen.
Even though my prices are really reasonable, I don't have a professional "bakery". Just a kitchen, that I keep yelling at my kids to get out of. ahem...
In the end, they choose me
The bride called me a couple of times to
The day of the reception came and I prepared the cake as planned.
Here is the before picture. Perfection.
The roses were to be added at the church by the "flower lady".
I took the cake to the church.
I met the flower lady.
I asked to see the table where the cake would be going.
She told me that there was a lot of stuff on the cake table and to just go ahead and set the cake on the floor.
masterpiece cake on the floor?
I think not.
So, I ignored her, moved stuff over to the side on the cake table, and brought in
my baby the cake.
Because I knew the bride was adamant about the cake details, I went over the rose placement with the florist.
I even offered to put the roses on my self. Which is what usually happens anyway.
But the flower lady said that she knew what to do.
Because I wanted a "finished" picture of the cake, and I didn't want to hover
like an overprotective parent while she was working on the flowers, I left to run an errand.
When I came back, the flower lady was done.
There were finger imprints all over the cake and flowers stuck in the back of the cake where they shouldn't be.
I was mad all night. Actually, I'm still annoyed.
I guess I need to figure out a way to be more assertive. Next time I'll
demand request that no one else manhandle touch my cake.
Not even to eat it.
But, since my reputation is at stake, shouldn't I be the one responsible for putting the flowers on too?
Here is the after... Read em' and weep.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It was not uncommon to go to the dentist and have 8 or 9 cavities.
I now have a mouth full of metal.
As an adult, I brush my teeth 5-6 times a day, at least. And I floss at least once a day. I realize that they might possible verify your assumption that I have issues. Oh well...it was bound to come out eventually.
But, I sure don't get cavities anymore.
Now that I'm a mom and have to pay for dental bills, I am anal
We floss the "littles" teeth three times a week and we ask the "bigs" to floss their own teeth every other day.
Each one of the kids gets flouride every day.
We take the kids to the dentist twice a year and have all adult molars sealed.
We also offer $20 to each child, if they are cavity free at their check-up.
Some friends of ours give their kids $50 each if they are cavity free but please don't tell my kids that.
Not one cavity. At all.
Knock on wood...
I am not a Birthday Party believer.
My kids rarely attend them and we don't throw them.
We have family celebrations and recognize our child on his/her birthday using family traditions that we have set in place over the years.
The pressure on the parents...the message it sends to the kiddos...the waste of money...
I just don't subscribe.
Sorry if that offends.
When our kiddos turn eight we have them pick a friend and go and do something fun with that person.
I like the emphasis to be on having fun with a friend and not getting gifts.
This year the kids all came here, had pizza and then went to the local wave pool.
Corey took all the kids which left me with just the baby
Might have to do this more often. ahem...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
She is a little miss sass-a-frass.
She has quite the spunky personality.
Kinda like a firecracker.
And says "No!" all the time.
She is spoiled.
By all of us.
But that is the way the baby is supposed to be.
Monday, November 2, 2009
That way when a masked man wielding a chain saw comes after you
I'm just saying...
Therefore it was not me that spied a
The gold and black tiger striped, buckle adorned, stiletto heeled creations did not speak to me. I do not hear voices
So, it was not me that had a "had to have them" moment. I have a very strong willpower muscle and do not fall prey to the offerings of the shoe god.
So when the UPS man showed up with my boots
I am classy, and squealing does not equal classy.
Because I always think things through thoroughly before making a decision, I would have realized that gold and black tiger print boots, although super cool, would be more suited for a hooker than a soccer mom.
I wouldn't have been the one left stumped as how to best utilize my boots without looking like a prostitute.
So, when a woman showed up at the Halloween party dressed up like a very stylish witch, wearing the most beautiful boots ever? Well, that most certainly wouldn't have been me...
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Why I keep going to Haunted Houses, I just don't know.
Corey: "Why do I feel like you are using me as a human shield?"
Me: (thinking to myself) "Duh!"
Whoever scheduled the local college game should seriously be smacked for scheduling it at 5pm on Halloween night. Not cool people...not cool.
We had a new record high number of trick or treaters that came to our door. Over 180 kids came
Spook, our 15 year old black cat, put on a good show as usual, greeting all the kids. I am so going to miss
Halloween...the best day of the whole year!!!
Tim went to school dressed up as an FBI agent
Hannah as Little Red Riding Hood
Matthew aka Luke Skywalker
Levi, our knight in shining armor
Friday, October 30, 2009
I love Halloween!
Every year we decorate...big time. Big enough for one of the local TV stations to call and ask to feature our house. We politely declined...for now.
I am holding out I can find me a hearse to go along with the crypt that I want to build.
In the meantime, please enjoy a little slice of my Halloween heaven.
Just ignore the lack of siding on the house.
After all, we do...
Thursday, October 29, 2009
We had a bunch of our favorite people over to
It was so much fun that we will be doing this every year!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
They are officially Eagle Scouts!
Congrats you guys!
Now I get to start planning a Court of Honor for them.
Two down...Four to go!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Soccer is very important and serious to a five year old.
My rear end is going numb just thinking about how many games I will watch for this boy.
Matthew with his soccer mama!
This is Matthew's victory stance.
He had me in hysterics