Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I had to write a letter to the principal. I mean, who else but the self-named Dress Code Nazi could (or would) step up and say something? Sadly, the response I got back was not much more than a patronizing head patting.
On a related note, "Butt-Head", the 15 year old son of a friend of mine said he'd be glad to recruit her for his high school.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
So, here is Laurie's recipe for the world's most delicious (and low carb, sugar free, gluten free) lemonade pound cake.
1 cup butter
1 1/2 cups Splenda
2 cups almond flour (you can either make your own or I recommend Bob's RedMill Brand in the Organic section of Kroger)
1 T baking powder
1 1/2 t lemon extract
1/4 t lemon zest
Cream butter and Splenda until fluffy. Add in eggs, one at a time, incorporating each egg into the batter before adding the next. (Trust me, it is worth your extra time!) Mix in baking powder and almond flour. Stir in lemon extract and lemon zest. The batter should be very light and fluffy. Scoop the batter into a buttered/almond-floured bundt pan. Bake at 350 for 50 min.
After the cake cools, move it from the bundt to a cake plate and drizzle a Splenda/lemon juice glaze over the top.
Friday, September 25, 2009
If you have ever had a lemonade cake, or even lemon pound cake with lemon glaze, you will almost know how good this thing was. So, at 11:30 on the eve of my special day we had a slice of "birthday cake" and a decaf cappuccino.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, yack.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I miss the good ol' days when rebates were in the form of a postcard check with no instructions. Everyone knows what to do with a check. Duh! Even better, I remember when prices were low enough that you didn't need to worry about a stinkin' rebate.
- Authorized Users
- Using Your Card
- Returns and Refunds
- Receipts, Confidentiality
- Our Liability for Failure to Complete Transactions
- Amendment and Cancellation
- Information About Your Right to Dispute Errors
- Privacy and Data Protection (they are tracking where I will use this pittance!!)
- Arbitration Disclosure
- Arbitration Provision.
It's ten dollars, people!
I wonder how much money they had to pay the lawyers to come up with said legalese for my ten dollar Visa rebate card? Or the extra postage to get it here in a nicely-printed window-style envelope?
Wanna know the irony in all of this? click here.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
- Same Kind of Different as Me (please tell me the pace picks up soon) by Ron Hall
- Persuasion by Jane Austen
I am not a reader, per se. As a young person, I hated reading. Heck, I wouldn't even read the Cliff Notes. Now I would love to have the time to read. I'm a reader wannnabe. I have to be content reading a chapter here or there. As the saying goes, "so many books, so little time."
I did finish the last month's book: The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. A good read. It flowed along like the currents of a river, slow and steady. No churning rapids, but still a page turner. The end was my favorite kind - everything tied in nice, neat, happy bows.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Oh yeah, very nice. I am loving all the money we are saving from not having to buy diapers/Pull Ups. Two very special people have given her Dora panties and she just loves them.
Also... are you ready for this?
Yep. Can you believe it? It is sort of bittersweet though. When King and I were taking the crib (which she actually loved) down, she looked dumbfounded and then with a wee, small, sad little voice she said, "but, that's my.... jumping bed."
Stab me with a knife, will ya?
I would have left the crib up, I promise. It's just that in the night, she was waking up needing to go potty (though she is not nighttime trained yet) and we figured that she could either "doitmyself" or come into our room and ask for help in the night rather than waking up crying.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Fade to black.
Spotlight on a man in a tuxedo with a big top hat and a microphone......
Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Busiest Show on Earth!
(spotlight now on Ring One) "In ring one, we have the
(Ring Two is lit) "In ring two, the
(Bam! Twirling lights on Ring Three) "Ring three has the girl on the flying trapeze who has just come home from dance class and is now attempting to (drum roll please) graph functions (crowd gasps) for math homework while also trying to hide her excitement for the next day, for it is Freshman Week at school (aka initiation)."
Back to ring one we see that the lion tamer has let the clowns play in the red clay from the baseball field. Oh wow, circus fans, see what a mess those clowns are!
"Checking in on ring two we see that the monkey has decided to throw her "chewgum" away and just after turning on her heels and attempting to skip back to mom's apron strings she tripped over who-knows-what and fell and cracked her forehead open. In one smooth movement, the fat lady scoops up the monkey, grabs a kitchen towel and a lunchbox ice pack and immediately gets that gusher stopped. (crowd swoons over blood stains on the fat lady's shirt) What a death-defying act we just witnessed!"
"In the meantime, trapeze girl hops from ring three to ring two to finish dinner preparations, however, she didn't know that mom was cooking TWO dinners at once (clever mom) and she turned off the stove. UH oh, what will happen next?"
..... stay tuned to see more of these amazing feats. Will the fat lady make chickens fly by throwing away six beautiful boneless skinless chicken breasts? Or will this amazing circus troupe have their next performance at the E.R.?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Here are some deep thoughts I have had today:
If you chronicled every person's status messages on Facebook, you really get a glimpse of where their treasure lies. Sad when all the posts have to deal with being frustrated with children and/or husbands and how much they are looking forward to the next drink.
The next deep thought today has to do with the second coming of Christ. You know how history repeats itself? Well, I so much see humanity as the new Israelites in the desert. Our freedom from bondage, slavery into the promised land depends on us all being on the same page. We have become so distracted by golden calves that we can no longer see the goal. What if it is ME who is holding us all back? What if it is the homeless dude you pass on the way to work? What if it is the manager of the grocery store around the corner? What if it is you?
Finally, I would like to redefine for our government the definition of "poor". Poor is not the person sitting on the couch on their front porch screaming at their children whose only crime is acting their age. The one drawing welfare because they are too lazy to work, despite the fact that they seem to have so little.
Poor is that person we all have passed on the street. You know the one. The one whose leathery face is pinched and angry. Screaming and cursing at someone near. An invisible person. No one else is in sight. The person who is tormented by invisible demons.
Deep thoughts. Not too funny though.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Catholic or not, just think about that for a second.
Beyond sad. Obama's swine flu has made people scared of actually being a Christian. Scared to receive their Savior in the Eucharist because of germs.
Satan has entered the building people. Wake up!
Christ embraced lepers but we can't shake hands with someone who might have the flu? Where is the faith here? Isn't He bigger than germs? I don't even remember this kind of brouhaha when AIDS was rampant. For God's sake, have a Purell dispenser just before the Holy Water Font. Before Communion, ask those who are germy to refrain, but don't cut us ALL off from receiving Jesus in the Eucharist.
They'll know we are Christian by our
Friday, September 4, 2009
Just one of the reasons I love living in the south ('cause it sure ain't because I love mosquitos).
Thursday, September 3, 2009
One of 5's friends was standing nearby and I asked her what color the red fish was.... "Green", she beamed.
"Um, no. Not quite" I said.
Then I turned to 5, said "what color is this?"
mmmm Hmmmm... 'kay then.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I am nearly in panic mode trying to plan the hours from the moment they leave until the moment they return.
There is so much I WANT to do, so much I NEED to do (some of the items on those lists overlap). I think a girls' night sleepover party may be in the works. I should purge some stuff and bag up some cabin clutter for the local thrift store, perhaps I could dust the furniture. I need to exercise and want to spend some time in the Lord. Soooo many choices.
There is also this quilt I want to make but never have gotten to because as sweet as it is that my sewing room is also wee one's nursery.... well, you get the picture. Besides, the dining room table is a great sewing surface for big projects. I won't have to be clearing it off to have meals. Or homework. I could eat in the living room. On my broken-legged couch even!
I just hope that whatever I choose to fill those 60 or so hours will have me refreshed, renewed, and ready to see those sweet smiling faces bound through the door on Monday night.
(image found at pribek.net)
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