Sunday, November 25, 2007
uhm, yeah...
It is Sunday, I have to be at work by 6:00 am tomorrow. I have not got a damn thing to blog about today. Cleaned house, took ibuprofen, wrote this blog. This kids are killing each-other and their screams are drowning out all rational thought. Happy Back to the grind after the holiday weekend thing a ma-jigg..
Saturday, November 24, 2007
to fall...
I would like to start this blog off with an apology, no not to you guys! So I missed a couple of posts, pshaw!
Honey (CS) I am sorry for all of the half assed attempts at acting like I cared when you were having back spasms. (or other various ailments that apparently stalk you in your thirties.)
just call me Humpty Dumpty...
Brother decided to grab onto my pocket, in the middle of his less than clean room, He stumbled, I stumbled, various body parts were flailing around and I almost squashed my own son beneath my bum like a bug. {put a picture to that, would ya?) I knew then I pulled something, nothing an ibuprofen wouldn't fix.
Last night I was playing catch with the kids (in a slightly cleaner version of above stated room) I reached out for the ball we were using in our game of triangle catch. That was it, I could not move for over an hour, I had to text CS to come home from work and the turtles tried to kill each-other. sitting and typing this hurts, but I am going stir crazy!!
I miss the days where I could've laid around all day and not given a shit that the housework was going to hell in a hand-basket!
Honey (CS) I am sorry for all of the half assed attempts at acting like I cared when you were having back spasms. (or other various ailments that apparently stalk you in your thirties.)
just call me Humpty Dumpty...
Brother decided to grab onto my pocket, in the middle of his less than clean room, He stumbled, I stumbled, various body parts were flailing around and I almost squashed my own son beneath my bum like a bug. {put a picture to that, would ya?) I knew then I pulled something, nothing an ibuprofen wouldn't fix.
Last night I was playing catch with the kids (in a slightly cleaner version of above stated room) I reached out for the ball we were using in our game of triangle catch. That was it, I could not move for over an hour, I had to text CS to come home from work and the turtles tried to kill each-other. sitting and typing this hurts, but I am going stir crazy!!
I miss the days where I could've laid around all day and not given a shit that the housework was going to hell in a hand-basket!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The blog after she missed a NaBloPoMo post.
Well here it is the Eve of Thanksgiving, the most gluttonous day on the calendar for us U.S. citizens. I have not even gotten close to where I want to be. Though we have created a theme song, very slow and disco you sing"It's a Holiday Parteeee, Woot!Woot!" We have made some appalling , yet completely charming [foam]Gingerbread/glitter glue themed Christmas ornaments. We also ran through the gambit of foam snowflake ornaments. Just 3 short years ago I couldn't find soft ornament making kits to save my life. Now I feel like I am suffocating in foam, Make, it go away. "ahh but the kids love, that's the gist of it."
My menu (which will be added to my mother and sister's menu)
Posole with Red and Green Chile (it's soooo a NM thing)
Sugar Cookies
Magic Cookie Bars
Cranberry Apple Relish
Cheesecake Petit Fours (in progress and being ignored)
Well I gotta sign out, What? You saw the menu.
Peace, Love and Posole!
My menu (which will be added to my mother and sister's menu)
Posole with Red and Green Chile (it's soooo a NM thing)
Sugar Cookies
Magic Cookie Bars
Cranberry Apple Relish
Cheesecake Petit Fours (in progress and being ignored)
Well I gotta sign out, What? You saw the menu.
Peace, Love and Posole!
Monday, November 19, 2007
My husband was supposed to write this blog.
He said he would call it NoBloNoPro, no blog. no problem. The truth is I am beyond tired, so I am off to bed. I am so never letting CS near my blog again, he is such a bad influence.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Never go to Michaels the weekend of Thanksgiving.
That is it really. I have nothing more to say, Oh wait, I have one more thing to say. Don't go to Wal-mart either.
Fine I will elaborate, but only slightly because I am freaking tired and out of sorts and I have to be at work at 6:00 am. I warned you that I was out of sorts. I have to get ready for T-Day. I am making no-bake cheesecake petit fours courtesy of the Domestic Goddess. I stumbled onto her site by looking up petit fours recipes. I am also making Posole, and Cranberry Apple Relish (I'll include the exact recipe here as soon as I find it.) This paragraph is having trouble coming to a point, so moving on...
Those are some of the reasons I ventured into the outer regions of Hell and then Hell itself. To bake and to craft and to feed my family for the next week, on a limited budget. I ended up with more than I went into get, but that is the cliche that is my life.
My kiddos were on the whole well behaved. Though there were a couple of times that complete strangers stared at me as if I were a monster. My mom would have given me a swift smack and that would have been that. What was my crime? I threatened to leave the basket on the aisle and go home, I counted to 2 1/2, I must be a damned abomination!
I parked 5 miles from the store and had to push 2 kids (in one of those badly designed double seated with the seatbelts broken kind of basket) and $175 worth of groceries up hill to the car.
I admit I almost wasn't up to the challenge.
I am tempted to strike through this entire post because it is so whiny. I hate whining. I think I need a time-out. Either that or I should park this blog right here and go straight home, without all the stuff I came in for. PLGC-out
Fine I will elaborate, but only slightly because I am freaking tired and out of sorts and I have to be at work at 6:00 am. I warned you that I was out of sorts. I have to get ready for T-Day. I am making no-bake cheesecake petit fours courtesy of the Domestic Goddess. I stumbled onto her site by looking up petit fours recipes. I am also making Posole, and Cranberry Apple Relish (I'll include the exact recipe here as soon as I find it.) This paragraph is having trouble coming to a point, so moving on...
Those are some of the reasons I ventured into the outer regions of Hell and then Hell itself. To bake and to craft and to feed my family for the next week, on a limited budget. I ended up with more than I went into get, but that is the cliche that is my life.
My kiddos were on the whole well behaved. Though there were a couple of times that complete strangers stared at me as if I were a monster. My mom would have given me a swift smack and that would have been that. What was my crime? I threatened to leave the basket on the aisle and go home, I counted to 2 1/2, I must be a damned abomination!
I parked 5 miles from the store and had to push 2 kids (in one of those badly designed double seated with the seatbelts broken kind of basket) and $175 worth of groceries up hill to the car.
I admit I almost wasn't up to the challenge.
I am tempted to strike through this entire post because it is so whiny. I hate whining. I think I need a time-out. Either that or I should park this blog right here and go straight home, without all the stuff I came in for. PLGC-out
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