An addendum needs to be made to my Christmas Wish List.
Please add these Karmaa Champagne wedges to it by Steve Madden… size 9.
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An addendum needs to be made to my Christmas Wish List.
Please add these Karmaa Champagne wedges to it by Steve Madden… size 9.
Ashleigh’s bottle spilt all over Petunia on the way to bible study this morning.
And without my knowledge, I put the backpack on and the milk proceeded to drip, drip, drip down my leather jacket. Yuck.
Did I mention that the bag and the jacket are both dry clean only?
My iced tea from Carl’s bottomed out. Iced tea all over the cupholder of the Jeep and all over my freshly washed sweater. Yuck.
I washed the linen today and the blanket wasn’t quite dry, but I was ready to make the bed up, so I grabbed the ghetto Andy-bachelor blanket from the top shelf of the hall closet. And guess what? There was a stack of cleaning rags that toppled all over the floor. How they got there, only husbandly knows.
And to complete my one of those days ranting, I have managed to kill yet ANOTHER housepalnt. Phineaus (not named after Julia and Danny’s kid, just coincidental) has kicked the bucket after I placed him in the sunshine for a few hours last week. The truth of the matter is, I left him out there for a few days. I was hoping that the few nights he spent back inside might save him. Alas, he is dead. Thank God I am raising kids and not plants.
For awhile now, I have been posting a photo of the happenings of the Sincocks on my sidebar (<———– over on the left under "The Daily Grind") and I could not figure out why it would not bring up the most recent picture I was uploading. Low and behold, Andy fixed it, hallelujah. Now, it correctly brings up the most recent photo posted.
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On another note about Andy, I have been trying to get him motivated to post another blog entry. He is on the computer a lot, playing Civilization IV, surfing for kitchen items on Amazon or reading about electronic schtuff on engadget, but gets so into surfing, playing or pretend shopping that he just doesn’t post. So I thought we should rally him up and get him to post another blog entry.
C’mon, honey, people want you to blah, blah, blog!
I wonder if this will work?
360: minutes the bird roasted
231: number of calories burned on the treadmill on Black Friday
120: the length of our table cloth in inches
87: dollars spent at Linens-N-Things
64: ounces of Diet Coke
48: number of Grandma Chaney’s Rolls baked
23: pounds of turkey
10: number of Thanksgiving Feasters
8: sticks of butta
5: pounds of red potatoes boiled
4: loads of dishes washed
2: number of homemade pumpkin pies
1: Thankful Family
You tell your two-year-old that she cannot take a bath time until her room is cleaned up.
And then she is delighted to clean it up to take a bath that she loves, really loves.
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In other news, I cannot even boil squash without burning it. It’s a good thing Andy’s cooking the bird tomorrow. We might have had to order pizza otherwise. Currently, all the windows are open in the living room and kitchen to "air out" the awful burnt smell of squash. At least the smoke alarms didn’t go off. Once, we invited some friends over for dinner and I decided to use that opportunity to bake a whole chicken, for the first time. I did not know that I should have put some broth below the bird that would have some drippings that would burn off, no I mean really burn and smoke. There was havoc in my oven and then the smoke alarms went off- like five of them (Okay, maybe the house had three, but they were all SO loud that it felt like the entire neighborhood’s alarms were set off). My whole house was blaring and we only had thirty minutes until guests were arriving.
There was a note to self that evening: never bake chicken for the first time ever when guests are coming to dinner. That was three years ago and I haven’t baked one since.
And tonight’s note to self: watch the boiling water when steaming squash. Maybe I ought to just buy baby food.
I have compiled a list of some of my favorite things to smell. It is interesting to me that of all our senses, we can’t seem to hold onto a smell forever. Unless it comes in a bottle, it is not easily put into a time capsule for us to go back and revisit often. But scents have a way of reminding us of good things, some include moments from childhood, some from our daily lives, and the most important ones are those that reappear just when you didn’t realize you had missed it.
A few of my favorite smells…
…newborn babies
…the coffee bean aisle at the grocery store
…freshly baked cookies
…early morning dew
…Dream by GAP
…warm bread at the bakery
…Mrs. Vejar’s classroom
…clean sheets and towels straight from the dryer
…the pages of a brand new book
…the scent of the beach when you first walk along the sand
…my mom.
Andy just called on his way to work to let me know that "Oprah’s Favorite Things" show is today.
I am sure you have nothing more important to do right now, so RUN and grab your remote control and set your TiVo, DVR or if you still live in the 90s (nothing wrong with that!), your VCR to your local ABC channel to tape this show. It’s my most favorite.
It’s the reason I want to fly to Chicago to see Oprah.
Because she is just so GENEROUS.
This is the dessert that I brought to the Sincocks’ house the night I first "met the parents." As the story goes (Susie’s version, not Andy’s… if he blogged every once in awhile instead of once a month, he might tell you his version), Andy and I were getting more, you know, serious, and because he was in Montana and I was in California, there was not a date in the near future that we would be together to meet one another’s folks. So I thought up this great idea to invite Gary and Robin over for dinner ("nothing to lose and everything to gain" as Crick would say). His mom got word of this and wound up inviting me over for dinner… so I offered to bring the dessert.
I only make two really good desserts and chose to bring this Cherry Cheesecake. I have not once messed it up (maybe one day, I will tell you about all the dinners that I have botched up, including the one where all the fire alarms were going off…). It always turns out yummy. And wins over prospective fiance’s parents…
Andy says it’s the night I showed up at his folks’ and told them, "Here I am, love me." I did no such thing, but did meet them without him being present.
How’s that for being in love? Here’s the recipe:
Cherry Cheesecake
Ingredients:
1 8 oz. block cream cheese
1 cup powdered sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup whipping cream (I use Cool Whip)
1 15 oz. can cherry topping
1 prepared graham cracker crust
Directions:
1. Mix together cream cheese, powdered sugar, and vanilla on low.
2. Fold in whip cream until smooth and creamy.
3. Pour filling into crust. Spoon on cherries and refrigerate 2 hours or longer.
4. Yum.
or useful kitchen knowledge…
I like to peel my fruits and veggies in the sink. Then I don’t have to hunch over the trashcan to get the peels in and I always seem to get a little careless with the peeler and the remnants fall all over the floor, the side of the counter, etc. So, I graduated to peeling the vegetables in the sink. The problem with that is they still need to be disposed of. They can be put down the garbage disposal (unless you have a dad like mine that refuses to let anything except pureed goods down the disposal), or pick them up and place them into the trash can.
Here comes the tip:
Line the sink with a double fold of paper towels, proceed to peel the skins of the fruit or vegetables. Once you have completed that portion of the task, take the corners of the paper towels (with the skins in the center), bring them up toward the center and all in one, you have a sink free of peels.
Just in time for all you Thanksgiving chefs.