What to do when you run out of chocolate chips.

Chop up a chocolate bunny.

The end.






PS. This is not the blog post I was writing when I fell asleep. This is way better.

Random Objects

I have discovered in the course of trying to make the house presentable for the fire sprinkler inspection that my bedroom is made up of a bunch of random objects.

As I look out across the room, I see a tote full of books, the back half of the Bow Flex bench, a stack of CDs Rock Band guitars, art portfolios, the lid to a tote we might still own, suit cases, a game board we don't have pieces for, a laundry basket, a yoga mat.

I could go on, but I'm boring myself. Oh! There is a pink plastic playground ball in here too. It just seems like all of these things should have a place, other than my bedroom. But in searching for a place for them, my bedroom is where they end up. I'm worried that as I begin to pack and get ready to move into a larger apartment, I will not be able to find a better place for them and I'll be stuck with a pink plastic ball in my room forever.

My Favorite Things

As I was driving to work today that weird commercial that uses a messed up version of "My Favorite Things" to advertise shampoo or something, came on and it I started to think about some of my favorite things. I'm going to be all ambitious and write a version of the song with my favorite things, but I'm not sure if that will work.

With out further ado; My Favorite Things according to Sarah.

Jeans from the dryer o'er freshly shaved legs
The first sip of coffe and perfect fried eggs
The smell of the grass when it's cut in the spring
These are a few of my favorite things

Perfect guitar chords and a brand new pedi
The laughter of children and dinner that's ready
The joy that I get when I stand up and sing
These are a few of my favorite things

Sharp knives in my kitchen and red ripe tomatoes
The green of the trees and fire baked potatoes
The way that the light plays on my wedding ring
These are a few of my favorite things

When the night's short
When my head hurts
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.

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Holy freaking crap that was really hard. What I thought would be a ten minute thing turned into an hour long ordeal. Rhyming is really really hard.

So any way, that's my version of My Favorite Things. =)

What I learned: It is hard to rewrite songs, but that I have a lot in my life to be thankful for.

Free Stuff!

I just got my first book from Book Sneeze. I really haven't figured out yet why they call it that, but whatever... Free Books! Woo! I recieved "Friendship for Gown-ups" By Lisa Whelchel, you know Blair from Facts of Life...

Anywho I've read the first chapter and so far it is shaping up to be a good book.





*disclaimer* The government regulator dealy requires that any blogger that receives free materials for promotional use, must state where they got it from, provide linkage to the giver peoples and submit a review for the product on a real selling stuff website. So yea! I get to be all "mur I read this book and it was crap, don't waste your money," or "Wee! so glad I read this it was awesometastic!"

Hilarious TMI

When it is late at night things can get kind of silly here in our bedroom. We turn out the lights and chat quietly just before sleep each night and if it is after 11 then things get silly. I was laughing so hard last night, that I felt the need to share. And as an FYI it is a little TMI so if you get squicky about girlie plumbing issues, you might want to not read on.

Ok, so we were talking about our kids and how B is a bit of a wuss when it comes to anything concerning pain or discomfort, and K really just rationalizes through it all, bucks up and gets the job done. Which lead to me saying "I do not envy B's gynecologist at her first pelvic exam." Which reminded me, "Hey do you think it's been five years since they took out my plumbing?"

C: How should I know? Don't they keep a record?

Me: Well yeah, but I like to be prepared. Because five years post op they do an ultrasound to make sure your doing ok and that no endometriosis is present.

C: Oh, um ok.

Me: Yeah, cause they want to make sure that your ovaries are where they belong.

C: Right because they wander?

Me: Well, at my last yearly, the doctor couldn't find one of mine. She figured it had drifted behind my intestines. Isn't that awesome?

C: So it's an exploratory ovary?

Me: Um yes, I have a transient ovary. (at this point I'm laughing exponentially more than this is actually funny) Oh, no I have a hobo ovary.

C: Does it have a little stick with a napkin tied to it? And when it's done wandering, do you think it will go and have a picnic with the other ovary. Or maybe it's the other kind of hobo and it will use its stick and shank the other one, take its place, assume its identity, while disposing of the dead on in the wasteland of your intestines.

Me: (laughing hysterically) Wait. What?

Much repeating of the last bit said and not being able to breath from laughing so hard, ensued. Then,

Me: You know she told me that while they were in there they tacked my ovaries to the top of my bladder. My bladder has enough trouble with out freeloading ovaries riding on it.

C: They're like little barnacles riding nature's port-a-potty. Wandering hobo ovaries, that attach themselves to their own personal camp ground with a built in latrine.

At this point I completely lost it, and once I gained control, it was nearly midnight:

Me: Oh dude, my face feels like I've been crying for like half an hour.

C: I'm just that good.

I took my felt-like-I-just-cried-for-half-an-hour face and through tiny giggles and snorts, passed out.

What a Brain Hiccup Looks Like.

I know I told you at the beginning that I would not regale you with my many adventures in Azeroth, but somethings must be shared regardless of their venue.

So in World of Warcraft they send you on quests where you have to collect, kill or explore stuff. One such quest requires killing this bothersome pig. Ok, I know that right after I kill this guy, he's going to come back so some other poor schmuck can kill him too. But my brain sort of hiccuped on this information.

I was all "Woo I killed the pig and didn't die or half die in the process." I turned in my quest and galloped off on my giant tiger that serves as my horse, and there he was. My brain went "nrrrrr, must kill pig!" I have no idea why but I pushed my little buttons and cast my little spells at him and he died and I was all "Woo hoo! I did it." Off I go to work on another quest. I finish gathering all the pieces to that one and head back to town and there is the pig again.

Again my brain went "what!?! He lived!?! Nrrrrr, must kill pig." And once more I pushed my little buttons and cast my little spells and Mr. Piggy died. "Woo! I got him this time!"

It was at this point I realized what I had done and that it was 5:30 and I needed to make dinner. As I was pulling the stuff from the pantry, I wondered what it was about that pig that my brain couldn't wrap around. Honestly I still don't know.

I called B into the kitchen and had her do the dreaded job of opening the cans of vegetables for the soup I was making while I boned the rotisserie chicken. As I'm chopping up the cooked chicken, I realized that this is my favorite part of being Chief Cook and Bottle Washer.

I love chopping, dicing, slicing, it is a great sort of physical outlet to the crap stored up in my brain. I let it out on the poor unsuspecting bits of vegetable, fruit, or meat upon my cutting board. Disturbing? Yes, a bit. True for most people? I'm pretty sure.

Yeah, so that was a tiny look into the odd side of my brain. Sorry, but really it needed to be said.

Ah, Saturdays...

Saturdays are one of my favorite days. They have a sort of busy laziness about them. We spend part of the day cleaning, doing dishes and laundry, and the sweep/mop/dust thing, but the majority of the day is spent lazily laying about doing a great deal of nothing.

Occasionally we take a trip to the park or the mall or something, but for the most part we stay holed up in our tiny apartment sequestered from the world. I enjoy these days, spending some of my day with one child or the other or both curled up beside me as we watch a movie, or watching them master the art of putting a shirt on a hanger.

It is the one day of the week the girls generally don't argue or bicker as they are free to do what they wish, either together or apart and are perfectly content to do so.

Which is why you get a Saturday blog about absolutely nothing. Lovely, no?

Sundays on the other hand are a completely different story.

A Day in the Life of a Slacker Mom...

I am a total slacker. I am only a little ashamed to admit this. Ok, maybe more than a little, but I can still hold my head up so it counts.

I give you this revelation, after a rather interesting day doing mostly nothing. I know there are days when work is slow, and Fridays are especially like that, but sometimes it makes me feel incredibly lazy when my day passed with labeling books, checking facebook, installing a new printer, checking facebook, watching our photographer's little girl, folding t-shirts, checking facebook, helping our DCE hang paper anchors printed with items needed for VBS, checking facebook, eating lunch, chating with parents, closing down for the day, and heading home.

I stopped at home, picked up my defective brand new George Foreman grill and returned it to Target. Picked up K from school, went to HEB, returned to the school to wait over half an hour for B to finish dance auditions for the Spring musical. Upon arriving home, I did a minimal clean up in the bathroom, started some laundry and then curled up on the bed with the laptop and you guessed it facebook. *laughs*

Yup, total slacker. Or maybe I'm a facebook addict...

The Great Outdoors

I went camping. Not a monumental thing I know, but it is if you know me. I am not an outdoorsy person. I wasn't raised that way, believe me. We camped often and I spent my days out of doors, coming in only when I was called.

However, I've become a bit of a priss. I do not like to be dirty, touch dirty things nor be outside. I like my nature in nice neat packages called play parks, my favorite is the one with wifi, or perhaps on a nice restaurant patio. I do not enjoy peeing outside, hiking, fishing, sleeping on the ground, bugs, etc...

Or so I thought. I had the best time. I'm sure that the company on the trip made a huge difference in how much I enjoyed myself. We went with a group of families from our Sunday School. The girls had so very much fun playing with their Sunday School friends, hiking, fishing, and jumping into what must have been the freezing waters of the cove. They sat around their first campfire, that was not in a backyard, ate burned marshmallows between chocolate and graham crackers, and slept on the ground for the first time.

I went hiking, watched my girls fish, and had the joy of eating grilled burgers and hot dogs and sitting around a camp fire while the kids played a safe distance away. I did not sleep on the ground, I slept on an air mattress, but I do wish I'd brought a second blanket. I woke to the sound of birds playing in the trees, and had camp coffee.

I'd forgotten just how amazing nature is, and how much I love the world God made and how relaxing it can be.

It is amazing the things from our childhood we leave behind as an adult thinking that we don't or won't enjoy them anymore.

I Can Cook!

Very well actually, though my innate clumsiness often ruins my big plans. Meh, c'est la vie!

So tonight I decided to get creative in the kitchen and once more came up with an awesome recipe that I just had to share!

I don't know what to call this dish, but if my family's praise is any indication I will be making it again. To make this fabulous dish you will need:

Approx. 1.25 lbs of firm white fish, I used tilapia
1 jar of your favorite citrus marinade for fish (I use Citrus Fin and Feather)
10-15 Kalamata Olives from the olive bar at your local grocery store
1 fist-sized ball of fresh mozzarella
1 package Buttoni Angel Hair Pasta
Olive oil

Marinade fish for at least one to four hours over night is better.
At dinner time, bring 4 quarts of water to a boil. As that is coming to a boil, heat a large skillet over medium heat, add a small amount of olive oil. Place fish in pan, let sear for one minute, then add half of your marinading liquid to the pan. Cover.

Meanwhile, chop the olives, the food processor works best for this, six quick pulses and you're done. Cut the mozzarella into 1/2 in cubes. Drop pasta into boiling water. Boil for one minute. Remove fish from heat.

Drain pasta, and place into a serving bowl, drizzle with olive oil, toss to coat. Toss in mozzarella and olives.

Place a serving of pasta on a plate, place a serving of fish over the pasta. Serve with bread and a salad.


Enjoy! And let me know what you think if you try it out!


What I learned today: If you do not want the mozzarella to melt do not mix it with the pasta in the pan you cooked it in.

New Digs!

A big gigantical thanks to my sister the writer of Our New Life, *points to the pretty button on the side* for redesigning my blog!

I am a huge fan of the color green and she did a fabulous job using it!

And yes, those are my toes...

and my awesometastic sandals. [:D

Allergies

Allergies are a funny thing...ok not funny like omg that's hilarious, but funny like hmm something is not right here. They affect each of us differently, some of us worse than others, but they are never fun. I have only ever had a mild case of allergies during the spring, mostly my issues are in the fall during mountain cedar season. However this past week the oak began to bloom, and pollen from this tree has been riding the air in green/yellow clouds.

Most of the girls are work are affected in some way by this horrible pollution of our precious air, some much more worse that others. This is my first time feeling this hideous when the spring trees bloom. I think my Zyrtec is over powered this time.

*sigh*