Ouch. Ouch. Also, I am a crazy woman.
No April Fool’s joke here folks. This sad tale is true. I have a blood blister on my left thumb pad. I have a cut on my right thumb pad. There was no knitting in the house of Cass yesterday. Those are the ouches. The crazy woman part requires pictures:
I finally switched the kids rooms. Well, I started switching them. I totally should have totally rented a couple of travel trailers to hold the fallout, don’t you think? All this stuff will reside in the office area while we sort it and only what fits will go back. I did this in my own room a few weeks ago and the results have been marvelous. Less stuff, and I can find what I kept, and it’s great. Well, except I need to sort through my hang-up stuff one more time.
See that set of bunk beds? I took it partially apart and put it back together myself. All dh had to do when he got home was shake his head at me. Oh, and move one dresser.
This is the ex-girl cum boy room. Umm, there were at least beds in there before bedtime last night. Well, I’m outtie. If you need me, please call loudly. Any excuse to stop working will be greatly appreciated.
Is it Spring?
I tell you, the weather here has been crazy. I don’t mean extreme temps so much as I mean wildly fluctuating temps. A couple of weeks ago, I was outside in shirt sleeves, Sunday it was cold, like in the 30s when we woke up, and sometime this week, it’s supposed to be over 75. I keep expecting a nice orderly progression of temperatures and I keep not getting it, ykwim? Regardless, it’s about time to get the backyard ready for Spring and Summer. There’s trash out there that needs to be gathered up, and the swing sets need the swings put back on them. Do your kids take the sets off the swing for no apparent reason? Mine do, and I haven’t been able to figure out why. They don’t do one bit of good just sitting there in the yard, do they?
And I need to get on some lesson plans. I told you I ordered all those books for Country. Did I tell you they got here? Well, they did. It is hard to believe it, but in May that child will start her 9th grade math book. How did that happen? Just yesterday I walked into her room and found her 18 month old self asleep across the saddle of her bouncing horse. I took a picture of her butt, because it was so funny. I’d show it to you, except it’s a paper picture. All I can say from this point in my mothering journey is that all that stuff they say about time flying is true. The days are indeed long, but the years pass in a flash. Can someone please tell me though, why is it that once we endure and struggle to turn the wild things into sensible human beings, it’s time for them to leave home just as we achieve some measure of success?
Spidey needs some more plans written as well, so I’ve got plenty of desk time coming the rest of the week. Hehe, at least I can turn on the mp3 player and tune out the distractions. Whether or not I can keep myself from reading Country’s books as I go is another question entirely.
Ripping and Walking
I had to rip my sweater back, ya’ll. Five inches times the width of my hips is a lot of stitches, but it was decreasing too fast. There’s just not that much difference between my hips and my ribcage. Not long after I recast-on, I grabbed he kids and the mp3 player and we went for a walk. I took several shots, but here is the first. I’ll share more later.
Well, Bloomin’ Onions!! Salsa Chicken Salad and Eye-Tye Chicken Salad
Did you guys know that Outback Restaurants are 20 years old? They were born the same year as TheClone. (Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.) It’s hard to believe that something so relatively young can be such a part of the American scene, isn’t it? But enough history, let’s get to the food! To celebrate their birthday, Outback has developed some new menu items, which you can see here. They’ve kept my favorites, the Bloomin’ Onion and the Chocolate Thunder From Down Under. I totally wish I knew how to make those, because I would totally tell you. And did you know that Outback has sent teams to cook their specialties for the troops in the Middle East? Bonus points, right there!
Salsa Chicken salad recipe
small can of chicken (drained)
tablespoon of mayo
1/4 cup of peach pineapple salsa.
Mix well and serve over 3 or 4 cups of salad greens, or with crackers. Or with salad greens and crackers. This one has 235 calories for the whole portion and makes a nice quick lunch.
Eye-Tye Chicken Salad
4 large cans chicken
1 large can diced tomatoes, drained
1 small can sliced black olives
thyme
basil
oregano
mayo
Mix all the ingredients together. The spices and mayo are just to taste, sorry. Now, here’s the important part. After you mix it, don’t eat it. Put it in the frig for several hours. This is the best stuff ever with Triscuit. Sorry, I don’t have the calorie count on this one.
Also, about the picture? They kinda fell on it and devoured it before I could get a picture. I have now explained that you cannot do that to a food blogger. Which is pretty funny, because now the kids say, “Can we eat yet, or do you have to take a picture of it?”
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No Comments (0)Kiddo Crack-ups
My kids were on a roll again yesterday! I tell you, life is never boring here. Ever. And if it gets boring, I just go wake somebody up. Yesterday alone, we had these three gems:
“Maaaaaaaaaama, she’s BUTT naaaaaked!” Said in regard to the diaperless DaBaby.
“I’m going to ply-i-fy you!” Said by Stuntman as he played with some tiny toy pliers.
And the grand prize winner, from Drama (remember, she’s three):
“Can I have some ice cream, because my life is just crap?”
Also, a new project has leapt into my brain, practically fully formed. I love it when I just hang out and wait and that happens. All I am going to tell you at this point is that it involves this yarn:
Things We’ve Said
Ok, I have been collecting little tidbits of humor for a while now, and I think this post is finally long enough to share. Try to imagaine the circumstances as you read the words, because if I took the time to lay the scene for you, it would suck the funny right out. Some of you may recognize some of them. Laugh again, anyway.
“Do not thump my breasts. These are the breasts of life.” Spoken to Batman on April 30, 2007
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Words from Drama May 2007: “I love you back. This is a boogie from my ear.” Now I am sure to her, the two were not part of the same conversation, but since she said them one right after the other, it was pretty hilarious to me.
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“I have a red mold (mole) on my ear.” This tidbit brought to you by Stuntman, from way up in a tree.
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So, Batman just looked at me and said, “I’ll screw you!” After I picked my jaw up off the desk (and man did it hurt when it hit), I noticed he had the control to my griddle, and was going “zzttt, zzzttt”. So, ok, in the fist of a 6 year old, it does look amazingly like an electric screwdriver.
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My boys informed me that they had named their collective bits “Aunt Dorothy”. And also, their butts are “Chuck”.
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POTS!! When given as a parental directive, it means “stop and back up.” Accompanied by “pans”, it means “stop and take a nap”.
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Diva: the symbol for males has an arrow because their brains have left the planet.
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“I can jog to Wal-Mart!”, says Spidey. Because if you get new shoes and those new shoes happen to be “Vans”…… you can use your vans to go to Wal-Mart. See?
Because Hot Wheels Pajamas are cool
And every little princess should have a pair.
Don’t you think so? Yep, that’s Drama–see the long hair?
Not to be confused with Batman.
Dababy Does Pushups
I found this video yesterday when I was doing some clean-up, and I don’t think I’ve ever shared it here. Back last fall, when the other kids were in football and cheerleading, they had to do pushups, and she just had to get in on the action.
She looks like such a baby there, but she’d not such a baby anymore. Yep, DaBaby is taking those first fateful steps on the potty training journey. Do you realize I have been dealing with diapers daily for 14.5 years? And for two years a few years before that? It’s hard to fathom that there might be a time in the very near future when diapers are not a part of my life. The mind boggles, I tell ya.
Not that I’m not already making plans to move her out of my room and all. Just sayin’
She’s wearing “wee-wear” about half the time now, and when my pocket trainers get here, we’ll go full time. I took this picture on one of the first days she went diaper free. She had run out of undies and we were reduced to wearing just shorts. In fact, this was the day I called Mama and asked her to bring me some when she got off work.
