From “Mommy” to just “Mom”

It’s been a work in progress. I’ve noticed little changes here and there.  But it finally happened.  My little girl is no longer “little”.  I used the (“) because she will ALWAYS be my little girl.  At 10, she’s no longer little. In the past few weeks things have happened.  She now sits in the front seat of the car; and was very proud that she could call shotgun on the oldest and actually mean it.  She’s begging for Jordans for the school year, so she can be cool. She doesn’t understand why she can’t have a smart phone. You know, because all her friends have phones. I’m no longer allowed to give her kisses or say “I love you” to her when I drop her off at camp.  Apparently, it’s embarrassing.  The most notable change?  I’m no longer Mommy. I’m just Mom. Oh, it’s said often, and usually with some sort of demand.  But that’s the change that’s breaking my heart a little. Mom. Not Mommy. We’ve gone from this:

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Dear fantastical daughter of mine:

I know you are growing up. You are growing up, and I’m growing old. Those are facts.  Here are a few other facts for you. Fact #1: I’m also proud that you get to call shotgun, and mean it.  But now the game is real.  If Allison calls it before you, suck it up and get your ass in the back seat.  Those are the rules sweetheart. Just learn to be smart enough to call it for the ride back. Fact #2: I don’t know what fucking Jordans are. Like any supportive mother, I Googled it.  News Flash: You will get sneakers I can afford.  Your feet grow too fast for me to spend $100 on sneakers every 3 months.  Fact #3: You my love, will not have a phone for at least another 3 years. I don’t give a shit that all of your friends have smart phones.  They probably have Jordans, too.  I DON’T CARE. And if you keep asking me for one, you’ll be 16 before you can hand out your digits. Or your dad pays for it.  You know the answer to that. Fact #4: I gave birth to you. I labored for NUMEROUS hours with no epidural.  When I drop you off at camp, I will give you kisses. I will tell you I love you.  No one goes through that much pain unless they truly love something; that my dear is you. I am your mom. Your mother. Your Mommy. I will embarrass you for the rest of your life. Deal with it. Just think of it as payment for all those temper tantrums you threw in Target when you were 2. For the record, oh wee one, for me to tell you that I love you isn’t embarrassing. It’s essential. I need you to know that I LOVE YOU.  And given the amount of times I have to tell you to clean your room, it will take a while for it to sink in.

Can’t wait for the teen years.





Chocolate and a Sweater. Summer 2015.

Ah Summer. I love summer. Sundresses and sandals. Long walks on the beach and picnics. Warm nights with a cool breeze and mosquito bites. Salads and meat on the grill.  This may be true where you are right now. Today, I’m in a sweater and muddy sneakers. I mean, it’s warmer in Alaska than it is here.  What’s up Mother Nature?  Who pissed in your Cheerios this month?  We only get 3 months of summer! Get your shit together and give us some sunshine! The up side of this weather rant? There is no snow.

Good news!! Everyone is moving on to the next grade.  Well, with a little help from summer school for the oldest. Now let the childcare games begin! And may the odds be ever in your favor.  I’m going to start petitioning for year round school. Seriously, I have 6 weeks in the middle of summer break covered.  This year, one week prior to camp, and 3 weeks after camp, I will be frantically looking for childcare.  My sister takes her a lot, which is greatly appreciated, but still there is so much running around.  Selfishly, I’m finally in a gym routine.  Not that I’ve lost a single pound, but still the routine is there.  All the running around mucks it all up!  Who has time for all that?

The. Whining. Stops. Now.  Moving on…

On a much brighter note, I helped photograph a wedding last weekend. It was a beautiful wedding.  Yes, it rained. Luckily, all the outside shots were taken before the heavens opened up!  Editing give or take 800 photos is a lot of work. Creatively, it’s a lot of fun. But time consuming!

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Since I have about 200 more edits to do, I leave you with this.  If you are experiencing any sort of summer and are looking for an easy ice cream treat, this is it.  If you are in need of a chocolate fix, this is perfect.  Triple Chocolate Brownie Bites. We all need a little chocolate now and again, even if you are on the wagon.  That’s the great thing about these babies!  They are small. And super chocolaty.   The original recipe is from Food Network Magazine. The idea is they resemble Snow Caps that you get at the movies, but you eat them at home while watching movies there. They used donut holes not brownies.  Well, I tried the donut holes, and they didn’t work out so well for me.  The mini brownies worked great!  I was, like always, short on time.  I purchased the already-made-for-you-thank-you-Danny-Wegman mini brownies.  Of course, you can always bake your own using your favorite brownie mix and a mini muffin pan.

Triple Chocolate Brownie Bites

  • 1 package Mini Brownies
  • 1/2 gallon Slow Churned reduced calorie chocolate ice cream
  • 1-12oz package semi sweet chocolate chips
  • Nonpareils, optional
  1. Set the ice cream out at room temperature just to soften (about 10 min)
  2. Cut the brownies in half.  Set in freezer for about 10 minutes, just to set a little.
  3. When the brownies are hardened, and the ice cream is soft, spoon about a tablespoon of ice cream on the bottom half of the brownie. Set the top part of the brownie over the ice cream, making a sandwich.
  4. When all the brownies sammies are finished, set in freezer again to set.
  5. Meanwhile, in a double boiler, melt chocolate chips. (I add a tablespoon of shortening in with the melty chips, it just gives it a shine)
  6. When the chips are melted, take the brownie bites out of the freezer; pour over chocolate sandwiches. Tip: if you set the sandwiches on a cooling rack, set cooling rack in a cookie sheet lined with foil, it makes clean up sooooo much easier.
  7. Sprinkle the nonpareils over the top.  Freeze.  Store in an air tight container in the freezer.



Maybe if you eat one of these fantastical little babies, you will have a hot flash, and need not worry about a sweater!



Summertime=Salad time!

And ice cream!  I mean, FroYo of course.  Since we are back on the wagon seeking a healthier lifestyle, we {I} don’t really do ice cream anymore. The wagon still has chocolate chip cookies.  End of story. Save your judgement.

Well, today’s post is brought to you courtesy of “wet field conditions”.  No soccer, and no plans for the gym, I thought I’d share what’s up in our little neck of the world.  Hmmm..Nothing really.  Nothing’s up.  School is almost over. Bobby and Autumn did fine, and should be moving on.  I’m not sure Allison is going to see her senior year; bad study habits, lots and lots of excuses and a boyfriend got to her this year.  She’s definitely bought herself a little summer school. I won’t touch upon how parenting factors into this. The ol’ man reads my blog, and probably wouldn’t like it if I did.  All I’m going to say is I find it frustrating.

Ms. Autumn is all signed up for summer recreation.  Summers kind of suck for her.  Ok..well they probably really don’t.  But she doesn’t get to sleep in during the week.  Mama still has to be at work at 8am!  I remember being a kid and sleeping in, eating breakfast and then home promptly at 5pm for dinner, after chores, I didn’t have to be home until the street lights came on.  Between breakfast and 5pm? Crazy chaos all over the neighborhood!  I’m kidding of course.  I mean, there were lazy days, and days I stayed inside, days I laid out in the sun slathered in baby oil. (GASP!!  Simmer down Millennials. It was the early 80’s and skin cancer wasn’t a “thing” yet. Besides, I had an older sister who made tanning seem soooo awesome!)  By the end of July, I was bored, and was ready for summer to be over.  However, I started babysitting in the summers at 11 years old. My childhood hell-raising ended at 11.  Autumn on the other hand, is 10 years old in the year 2015.  She goes to the local recreation for 6 weeks. Field trips and swimming are the extent of her daytime hell-raising.  It’s all I can handle.

Enough of my boring life. Let’s talk salad! I’m not sure that’s any more exciting….Anyway, no one likes to eat heavy in summer; unless it’s meat smothered delicious BBQ sauce.  I love Sweet Baby Ray’s Honey sauce.  I could drink that shit straight from the bottle. FOCUS: SALAD. This recipe is from another blog, Green Valley Kitchen.  It was floating around Facebook and I thought it looked fantastical.  I’ve made a similar version in the past, so I did change their recipe just a little, as with most of the recipes I post. My kids are so damn fussy. Have to keep the buggers happy. Ish.  Happyish. I switched out the Feta cheese for mozzarella. And I added extra onions.  I love onions and I didn’t feel like kissing the ol’ man.

Tomato, Cucumber, Avocado Salad (with a Little change)

  • 1 ½ C Chopped tomatoes
  • 1 Cucumber, peeled, seeded and diced. (I just used an English cuke)
  • 1 Avocado, diced
  • 4 oz Mozzarella cheese, cubed small
  • 2 Tbsp Red onion (2 Tbsp or your discretion)
  • 2 Tbsp Parsley, minced
  • 2 Tbsp Olive Oil
  • 1 Tbsp Red wine vinegar
  • 8 Twists of black pepper from a pepper mill
  1. Chop tomatoes into a medium dice.  If using cherry tomatoes, (which I did because it’s easier) cut in half. Add to bowl.
  2. Peel and seed one cucumber and dice.  Add to bowl
  3. Remove pit, dice avocado and using a spoon, scoop out the avocado from the peel.  Add to bowl.
  4. Cube cheese, add to bowl
  5. Add minced onion and parsley to bowl.
  6. Whisk together olive oil, red wine vinegar, and black pepper, pour over salad.
  7. Toss gently so the avocado doesn’t break up.  Serve immediately.
  8. If refrigerating, keep the avocado aside and add before serving.



Off to surf Pinterest for inexpensive, yet cute teacher’s gifts!

Happy Anniversary! I should have made a real cake!

What?  A Friday afternoon and A Little of This and That has a blog post up?  What’s going on?  The world is coming to an end!!  Simmer down.  The world is just fine.  Ish.  I’m on an unexpected sick day, and decided to get a post in since I can’t really do anything else.  So before I start a Gilmore Girls marathon on Netflix, I’m gracing you with my presence. Again. I really have to blog more often.

Speaking of blogging, today is A Little of This and That’s one year anniversary!  I’m still as clueless today about this whole blogging thing as I was then.  I’m not entirely sure I would have known about the anniversary if I didn’t get a notification from WordPress.  Just like I don’t know anyone’s birthday without the help of Facebook.  I hope you still like the blog, even with all of its inconsistencies, and mishaps.  I’m pretty fond of it. I have great intentions for it! Tell all your friends.

The little one made it though her 10th birthday, fairly unscathed.  Her father didn’t call her, but other than that I think she had a pretty good day. She’s so funny.  Even though she’s 10, with the mouth and attitude of a 20 year old, she’s still so innocent.  We were playing the Family Feud board game, (yes, for those of you under 25..they still make games that aren’t on your computer, tablet or cell phone) and it’s the fast money round.  I’m Steve Harvey, or Louie Anderson, whatev, and the question comes up “Name something a couch potato needs”.  She screams out “Salt” like it is the number 1 answer.  She was so confident.  I nearly peed myself laughing so hard.  She just stared at me in confusion.  I. Love. Her.

So in honor of potatoes, and A Little of This and That’s anniversary; today I bring to you Meatloaf Cupcakes.  I made these a while ago, just never blogged about them.  It’s just fitting for today.  I was going to post about creamy mushroom pasta, but you get meatloaf.  Both fantastically great recipes!  The Meatloaf Cupcakes take a little bit of work, so they are definitely a weekend meal.  I’m giving you my recipes for meatloaf, and mashed potatoes.  Feel free to use your own recipe, and just assemble accordingly!

Meatloaf Cupcakes


  • 1lb                   Lean ground beef (I like 90/10)
  • 1                       Egg
  • 1/2 C               Italian-style bread crumbs
  • 1/4 C               Grated Parmesan cheese (add more if needed)
  •                          Salt and pepper
  •                          Seasoning to your liking (garlic powder, onion powder, Italian seasoning etc)
  1. Mix all the ingredients together.  Fill a muffin pan with the meat mixture. I spray each little thing with some cooking spray.
  2. Bake at 375°F for about a half hour, maybe 45 minutes.  Just until done.
  3. Meanwhile, make those taters.

Mashed Potatoes

  • 6-7               White Potatoes (maybe more depending on little they are)
  • Milk
  • Garlic Powder
  1. Wash and peel the potatoes.
  2. Boil the potatoes until fork tender, drain.
  3. Mash them up, I like to use the hand held blender.
  4. Add in garlic powder to taste.
  5. Add enough milk a little at a time to give the consistency you want.  If you are piping them through a piping bag, you want them smooooooth. But not runny.


  1. Take the little meatloaf cakes out of muffin pan.
  2. Either dollop or pipe the mashed potatoes on the meatloaf cakes.
  3. Sprinkle with chives (if you like chives)
  4. Dab with a little ketchup



Off to rest with the Gilmore Girls!  Happy Weekend everyone!!


Seafood Potpies. And shirtless men?

After much consideration, just to boost my traffic, I’m going to post pictures of half-naked men.  Anyone object?  See, on my Facebook page, I could post the most delicious recipe and get 3 likes.  When I post a picture of a well built gentleman, with a screwdriver and no shirt, my page goes crazy.  And I was thinking, man I wish my blog page got this much traffic!! Forget the Seafood Pot Pie and Snowman Ornaments, shirtless men seems to be the way to go!

I’m kidding, of course.  You’re stuck with Seafood Pot Pie.  Snowman Ornaments will be coming up on a later post.  They are currently a work in progress and glitter is everywhere, totally driving the ol’ man crazy! It’s great!

Besides driving the ol’ man crazy, things have been busy.  I did photos of my nieces and my daughter and the cutest lil’ newborn this weekend.  When your youngest is 9, you forget how little they are at 16 days old.  She was precious.  Naturally, Ms. Autumn and my nieces are precious too.  I mean, they are related to me.

Summer, Alyssa and Autumn

So precious. Right?  Every morning, I ask Autumn how she slept.  Why? Have no clue. Probably to see how bitchy, crabby, I meant crabby, she will be for the day.  One day last week, this is how the conversation went:

Me: How’d you sleep?

Autumn: My back hurts. My bed is too hard.  I need a sleep number bed. Yeah.  That would be perfect.  I would probably set it at 25.

Me: Staring at her with the blank look of “where the eff do you get these things from?”  I don’t even know what to say to that.  I almost told her to ask Santa for it. Total DUH moment.  She knows I’m Santa.

Didn’t I mention you were stuck with Seafood Potpies?  “Stuck” is a little harsh.  They really are delicious.  And the vegetables are cooked right in. The kids can’t possibly pick out every single pea. See my rant about peas here.


Seafood Potpies

  • 1/2 (1 sheet)        Pepperidge Farm frozen puff pastry sheet (thawed for about 40 minutes)
  • 1 can (10.75 oz) Condensed cream of onion soup
  • 1 can (10.75 oz) Condensed cream of shrimp soup
  • 1/2 C                      Milk
  • 1-10 oz pkg          Mixed frozen vegetables, thawed
  • 1-12 oz bag          Frozen cooked baby shrimp, thawed
  • 6 oz                       Imitation crabmeat
  • Parmesan Cheese (grated)
  1. Heat the oven to 375*F. Spray individual serving ramekins with cooking spray. (We use 10 oz ramekins and get 5 servings)
  2. Roll out the thawed pastry sheet on a little flour.  Use the large (4″ or 5″ maybe?) biscuit cutter to cut out round circles of puff pastry goodness.
  3. In a large bowl, stir together the soups, milk, vegetables (including the peas), shrimp and crabmeat.
  4. Spoon into the ramekins. Put a puff pastry circle of goodness on each one. Sprinkle with a little Parmesan cheese.
  5. Bake for 40 minutes or until the pastry is golden brown and the filling is bubbly.  Let stand 5 minutes before serving.



Off to Photo 101!!

Breakfast talk at dinner! All because of the editing.

Already?  The weekend is over already?  Where did it go? We only had Ms. Autumn this weekend. Total score! (Not that I don’t thoroughly enjoy every second of my life with Lil Miss Sassy pants!) So the ol’ man and I had a date night!! A whaaaat?  Almost NEVER happens!  Dinner and a movie, baby!!  We split an appetizer and used movie passes we got from giving blood.  In bed, sleeping by 10pm.   That’s just how we rock it out in our 40’s. Four hours without children is like a 5 day vacation.  Enjoy your 20’s kids!

The Half Marathon is exactly 1 week from today. 13.1 miles. Seven days. Siete días. I may die on that day. I’m so glad it’s been for a good cause. I’ve been training, but I don’t think it’s been enough. eeeeekkk.  It’s ok.  It’s only death. Or some really achy thighs. The bad thing about marathon training ending is it’s end of carb loading as well.  I’ve been particularly fond of carb loading.  I even made lasagna tonight!!  I haven’t made lasagna in years.  I will be posting that later.

Tonight I post about breakfast.  Weird? Probably, yes. But the lasagna pictures aren’t edited yet. So you get breakfast.  Anyway, I don’t know about your house, but my house weekday mornings are a friggin’ MAD HOUSE.  From 5:15-7am, there is nothing but chaos with everyone trying to get ready. These little Pancake Mini-Muffins from Ree Drummond are great to make on a Sunday night, and have for Monday and Tuesday for the rascals to eat for breakfast.  Eff it.  Eat them Sunday night during the game.  Your choice.

I’m going to give you the recipe as she posted it.  I’m sure it would have been great.  I’m going to have to be honest, I cheated and used boxed Pancake mix, made as directed on the box.  They were also soooo delicious.  Either way, high carb deliciousness, with healthy blueberries mixed in.  High in oxidants blueberries?  We’ll take it.  Because goodness knows what they are eating at school.


Pancake Mini-Muffins

  • 3 C                  All-purpose flour
  • 1 Tbsp            Baking powder
  • 3 Tbsp            Sugar
  • 3/4 tsp           Salt
  • 2-1/2 C           Milk
  • 1 Tbsp            White Vinegar
  • 2 Whole         Eggs
  • 1 Tbsp            Vanilla extract
  • 4 Tbsp            Butter, melted
  • Blueberries
  • Warm Syrup for serving
  1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees for crispier edges, 400 for softer muffins.
  2. Sift together flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt.  Set aside
  3. Stir together the milk and vinegar and let sit for 1 minute.  Whisk in eggs and vanilla.
  4. Combine dry ingredients and wet ingredients, then stir in melted butter.  If batter is too thick, stir in a little milk.
  5. Spray a mini-muffin an generously with baking spray.  fill cups 2/3 full.  If using blueberries, drop 2 to 3 blueberries into each cup.
  6. Bake for 8 to 9 minutes @ 425 degrees or 11 minutes at 400 degrees, or until golden brown on top.  Let sit in the pan for 1 to 2 minutes, then turn them out of the pan.  (Use a small knife if any are stubborn)
  7. Serve with warm syrup.









First week done!

What?  What’s that?  Everyone in the house survived the first week of school you say?  It’s impressive.  Even the French Horn has made its way safely to the living room.  Ms. Autumn will be starting lessons next week.  Heaven help us.  The. French. Horn.  Did I ever mention that we live in a very tiny ranch?  And she’s required to practice for a minimum of 20 minutes a day?  Yep.  Wonderful.  But she’s very excited about it.  So I’m going with it.  I’m going to bundle her up and throw her in the garage to practice.  Allison  has actually turned in assignments.  Without threats of taking her iPhone away. Maybe it’s the full moon status or maybe, just maybe, this year will be different than the past two. Personally, I’m keeping my fingers crossed it’s going to be different, and will keep you posted.

A month ago, I joined the year 1997 and signed up for Netflix.  I mean, everyone has it.  I don’t know that very many people had it in 1997, but in 2014, nearly everyone I know has it.  I couldn’t take the peer pressure anymore.  I felt like there was so much I was missing in the world by not having it.  The kids love it. The ol’ man love it.  I have yet to watch anything on it. My free trial is up today.  There is not a single kid in my house right now. How much fun would it be to just cancel it?  OMG! They would flip their shit.  It would be hilarious. Ok.  So for me it would be hilarious, probably not for anyone else reading this.  But if I could make you understand the amount of Hannah Montana that has been forced upon me?  You would find it funny too!

Ok, back to serious issues.  After school snacking. Now I try to buy only things the kids hate for them to snack on after school.  Bananas, apples, I think there are pears and peaches.  Cottage cheese and Monkey Butter, pretzels.  You know, anything basically healthy. Because heaven forbid we eat anything healthy after a long day of school.  I was off for the first few days of school last week, and I had a few extra minutes on my hands. I probably should have watched some Netflix! But the Mama in me thought I would create an after school snack for the scoundrels. I decided to mix a little good with a little bad for a delicious, almost nutritious after school snack.  Yes…I said create.  Not a “recipe” from someone else!!  Although in all honesty, I probably read it someplace and it stuck in my head. It’s not really a recipe but more of throwing some pre-made items together. But don’t take my thunder.  I created it!


Vanilla, Vanilla and a Little Banana

  • 1 Box            Mini vanilla wafers
  • 1/2 C            Vanilla Pudding (prepared as directed on the box) I used the fat free pre-made cups
  • 1                    Banana
  • 1/2 C            Cool Whip (I used fat free)
  • Drizzle         Caramel sauce
  1.  Toss a couple of vanilla wafers in the bottom of 2- 1 pint mason jars.
  2. Use 1/4 cup of the pudding in each jar.
  3. Slice the 1/2 the banana in one jar, and 1/2 in the other.
  4. I’m fairly certain you know where I’m going with this.
  5. Spoon 1/4C of the Cool Whip in each jar.
  6. Drizzle a little caramel over each dessert.

Of course any of this is at your discretion. Vanilla pudding, butterscotch pudding.  Cool Whip, no Cool whip.  Fat free..full on delicious fat.  All of it your choice. BUT!!!!  It must have banana.  It’s what makes it healthy!!


This has 2 layers of everything, for the kids I just used one layer.



Seeeee you in September!

Happy September!  Back to school…football…apples and pumpkins!  I love summer, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE Autumn.  The season and my little girl.  Due to cooler temps (not that it was overly warm this summer) even using the oven is now allowed.  Casseroles, bakes, and cookies oh my!  Did I say cookies?  I didn’t really mean cookies.  They are extremely unhealthy and loaded with sugar and fat.  Ok..we all have our weaknesses and mine are cookies.  Especially chocolate chip!  Ok….so fine, yes, cookies will be in my oven.  With plenty of healthy stuff of course 🙂

Like everyone else, the kids finally are back to school.  Bittersweet really.  I like getting back to the routine of things. But I don’t like that the time is going sooo fast.  I can’t believe my baby is in 4th grade already! Her and her sassy butt are definitely almost 10 years old.  We will see how the year goes.  Allison has some pretty big decisions to make since she’s in 11th grade, that she’s not ready to make.  Hopefully she does well enough this year!  Autumn likes her teacher and had the “best three days”.  This will continue until the teacher has to have a talk with her about being too chatty in class.  It happens every year.  It’s going to be worse this year because the neighbor boy AND her best friend are in her class.  She doesn’t even get a few weeks to get comfortable with new friends before she will be too chatty.  Poor Mrs. Light.  She doesn’t know what she’s in for.

Marathon training?  10 miles today. In. The. Rain. I hate the rain. I will consider it prep for the 5k tomorrow I’m doing with Autumn for Ovarian Cancer Awareness.

So before I go all apple/pumpkin/casserole/crockpot/game day recipes on my posts, I’m posting “end of summer when peaches are best” recipe.  I made this yesterday, when it was actually 90 degrees.  It’s a cold soup.  I’ve never made a cold soup before. Warning: If serving to children, do not call it soup. Kids have this preconceived notion that soup is only hot. For the kids sake, I should have relabeled it a smoothie, or creamy peach “anything but soup”.  It was so good.  Autumn liked it until Bobby didn’t. Then she didn’t like it as much.  All of them said it was ok, not great.  The ol’ man liked it, as did I.  It was good, dang it! It was a Gooseberry Patch recipe for Pete’s sake!!

Cream of Peach Soup

  • 2lbs.              Peaches
  • 1/4 C             Sugar
  • 1 C                 Water
  • 1 C                 Whipping Cream
  • 1/2 C             Apple juice or white wine (I used Apple juice)
  • Zest of one lemon
  • Garnish: Sliced peaches, fresh mint sprigs, or chopped mint leaves
  1. Dip peaches, one at a time, into boiling water.  Cover one and boil minute.  Plunge peaches immediately into ice water to stop the cooking process.  Drain and slip skins off.
  2. Cut peaches into quarters.
  3. Bring sugar and water to a boil in a large saucepan over medium heat. Reduce heat and add peach quarters; cover and simmer 5 minutes.  Cool. Process peach mixture in batches in a food processor or blender until smooth, stopping to scrape down sides.
  4. Stir together peach mixture, whipping cream, apple juice, and lemon zest.  Chill for 2 hours.  Garnish if desired.

Cream of Peach Soup


And for good measure…Ms. Sassy Pants, on her first day of 4th grade!

1st day


Pure abandonment!

There is nothing else to say, other than I’ve neglected my fantastical blog for way too long!  I’m so sorry friends.  Let’s see if I can sum up why.  Life.  My blog is about life, and yet life is why I have abandoned this wonder work of art.  Even as we speak, I am cocktailing it while I’m typing, just trying to get a little relaxation in before the weekend is over.

First and foremost, I would like to send my sincerest apologies to the folks at Blogging University, as I did not partake in the last 2 weeks of Writing 101. Thank goodness we didn’t pay per credit hour.  Slacker, just slacker. Any “F” earned is deserved.

Life.  So what’s happening?  All 3 kids passed on to the next grade.  Not so sure how Allison did it, but she did.  Barely.  I don’t think there will be any college in her future. I wish she would look into learning a trade.  Bobby, passed without issue.  In fact, earned 3rd place in the Art Show, and even made honor roll.  Ms. Autumn, on to 4th grade!  And with 4th grade comes her burning desire to play French Horn. I said it. French Horn. I ask her why? “Because it’s curly.”  Good fun.

I’m still marathon training, working with Autumn on soccer, taking pictures, working on 15yr old attitudes.  We went to NYC to see Autumn’s grandmother. (Her father’s mom).  We did this little trip against the recommendation of the therapist.  We shall see how much this sets her back.  Hey, it’s job security for him!

The ol’man, Autumn and I going into the city

He  had never been to NYC and Autumn has been there, but doesn’t remember anything.  There was only one thing that we determined from this trip.  Neither the Ol’ man or I can read a friggin map.  I cannot tell you how many times we had to back track, turn around or ask questions.  We were ridiculous.  In a city with 4o million restaurants, we went to the same one 2x (5 Napkin Burger).  At least, it came highly recommended by an old high school friend who lives there. It was fantastical.  I love burgers, it’s my favorite food.  The first time we went, I ordered the Mahi tacos.  Seriously, what is wrong with me?!  Don’t answer that, even if it’s just in your head.  Highlights? Times Square. Carlos Bakery, FAO, M&M store, Bryant Park, Central Park, and the Statue of Liberty.  The best part?  My ex-mother in law pulling out my wedding album.  Yeah, Autumn isn’t the only one who is going to need additional therapy after this little excursion.

My friend opened her photography studio as well when I was my unintentional hiatus from blogging.  I helped with the opening for that.  That was a lot of fun!  Even my ol’ man helped.  He sanded and spray painted the ladder we used to hold the food.  Take a look at these little beauties!



I also made the cherry cheesecake shooters and the Oreo balls that are in my Superbowl party post.  (My mission in life is to figure out how to link..working on it) Everything was super tasty, but the Oreo balls are addictive. As evidence by my increasing hip size.

So tomorrow, we have a Milkshake Throwdown.    The elderly gentleman that lives in my home thinks his are better than mine.  Ha! Puleeese!  You think I weighed over 300lbs from eating salad?  OH NO!  Kids will be the judges.  Will take pictures and post recipes tomorrow.

Monday?  Back. On. Track.

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Mother’s Day! A rant and ice cream sandwiches.

Mother’s Day.  I love it and I don’t love it all at the same time.   I love it because I am a Mom.  I love being a mom. It is the most difficult job in the world, and the one where the little people I work for actually like me ( except for the days where I’m the meanest mom ever!).  Moms, as a workforce are completely under appreciated.  We work magic, and kids (and significant others for that matter) think that that is they way it’s supposed to be.  Mostly because we do it effortlessly.  News flash: We would like to be appreciated!!  Even if it is for just one day.

I’m now focused on the ol’ man. Here is where the “I don’t love it” part comes.  I think I’ve built up such an unrealistic expectation of  “I would like to be appreciated”, that when I’m not, even just a little on this day, I get pissed.   I don’t want brunch or beautiful flowers.  Just a “Hey can I make you coffee?” or “Let me do the dishes.” would have been fantastical.  I made the coffee, breakfast and did the dishes. That set the mood. And then I heard “I don’t get a thank you for getting you a paper?”  ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME???  He doesn’t thank me the other 51 weeks of the year when I go out to get the paper.  Petty?  Absolutely.  Am I fully aware of the ridiculousness of how I sound? Yup.  Does it change the way I was feeling? Nope.  I am grateful to be a mom. Even to his kids. I know there are a ton of women who can’t have kids. Even Autumn was an IUI baby.  Nevermind. Just a little appreciation from him, I suppose is what I was looking for. I sound stupid. Oh of course there’s more.  I’m saving it for the therapist.


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