Crank that Soulja Girl

You know that commercial where the cool kid pulls up to the other kid and his parents are singing Angel of the Morning? I love that song. I love that commercial.

Do you have a theme song? I don't think I do. I have a couple of songs that I ALWAYS turn up and require silence from the minions when they come on, but I don't think they qualify as theme songs, do they?

Maybe theme song is a bad choice of words. It's not like I am my own TV show or something. That'd be a weird show. Not Gene Simmons weird - Ozzy Osbourne weird. Definitely not Gary Busey weird. Obviously not Charlie Sheen weird.

If you pull up next to me and I'm rocking out while my kids hide their heads in shame, it's most likely that I've pulled out my badass 80's rock-self and am singing "Here I go again on my own...going down the only road I've ever known...like a drifter I was born to walk alone...".

I don't know why this song from Whitesnake resonates with me, but it totally does. I've never really been on my own. I certainly wasn't born to walk alone. I've been married for 15 years now, so "Here I Go, Again" probably would be more in reference to me nagging Rob to clean the bathtub than my rebellious ways. Yet ever since I first heard this song the summer I was 11 it's been *my* song.

The other song that always gets turned up is All-Star by Smash Mouth. Perhaps this one is more fitting? "Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me - I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed..she was lookin kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an 'L' on her forehead." I mean, I really am a Rock Star and an All Star. My brain got smart and my head got dumb. "So much to do, so much to see..." - that's pretty much me to a 'T'! Not the sharpest tool in the shed? Have you read my Helpful Hints??

Eh, who knows. I don't think I have a theme song/anthem. I really want one though - I do, I do! Can you recommend one? Do you have one??

When Life Gives You Lemons? Make A Cake.

Last Friday was my birthday. It was just like any other day! In fact, I even spent the evening, night and next few days cleaning up vomit! Oooh - vomit AND a recipe all in one post. Just need to throw in some bathroom humor and we'll be set, eh?

There used to be a time in my life when staying up all night and vomit would have meant I had a really great night! My how times change. LOL

Anyway. I made my own cake, since I can't have dairy, soy, eggs or nuts. This cake is so yummy and moist and really stinkin' easy to make!

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Vegan Lemon Cake

3 large lemons (juice and rind)

1 ½ cups all purpose flour

1 cup sugar

1 tsp. baking soda

6 tbsp. vegetable oil

1 tsp. vinegar (Yep, vinegar, but I promise you, you won’t taste it.)

1 tsp. vanilla

Water

Preheat oven to 350°.

Put flour, sugar and baking soda into a mixing bowl. Mix them together fairly well.

Then grate all your lemon rind into a measuring cup. (I find this is lots easier using a large liquid measure. I just lay the grater over the liquid measure and the rind falls in.)

Then, take your already sorely abused lemon, cut it in half and squeeze the juice from all into your measuring cup.

Next add water to your rind and lemon juice until you have filled one cup, if needed.

Pour your lemon juice mixture into your bowl of dry ingredients.

Add oil.

Add vanilla.

Add vinegar.

Mix well.

Mixture will foam.

Pour into an ungreased 8x8 inch cake pan. Bake 25 minutes, or until cake bounces back a bit when you touch its center.

I served it sprinkled with Powdered Sugar and strawberries I had cut, in advance and sprinkled with a little sugar. SUPER Delicious! I have also served this with fresh blueberries and just plain with some powdered sugar sprinkled on the top. It doesn't matter - this cake is DELICIOUS!

Edited to Add that I'm linking up with Share A Spoon today!

Two-Faced

Yep, that's me.

I don't know about everyone else but my online world and my "real life" world do NOT collide. They rarely interact (with a few exceptions) and I'd prefer they never meet face to face. You won't find a link to my blog on my Facebook page. You won't hear me telling people around me about my blog. When Rob told his parents I had a blog I nearly crapped myself. I do NOT want them reading my blog!

I love that I can be myself here. I'm so guarded IRL and don't really let people know me very well. Hell, YOU strange anonymous people know more intimate details about me than nearly everyone I associate with on a regular basis. What does that say about me? Is that weird?!

Oh..are you looking for some epiphany? A revelation? A point where I realize that I need to be more open IRL and let people in?

You're not going to find it.

So, if I know you IRL and I don't already know that you're reading my blog? DON'T tell me. Do NOT. Because then I will stress and obsess over what I am saying.

Do people in YOUR real life read your blog??

I Want A New Drug

Allegra is now considered OTC which means you don't need a prescription to get it. They didn't change anything about the drug - they've just suddenly decided it's ok to hand out to everyone. That makes me a little uneasy, but whatever. I'm trying to look at the bright side. Some day I might have this conversation via Text Message with my husband:

Me: I need you to run to the store

Him: Give me the list

Me: Milk, Apple Juice, Diapers, Lettuce & Vicodin

Him: Ok, do you need any percocet while I'm there?

Me: Nope - we still have some darvocet and medical mary-jane in the cupboard so we should be good until next month. But I could use some more ritalin since we have 3 play dates next week and I can't stand the moms.

Him: Awesome. See ya in an hour.

See? Won't the future be great?! We won't even MISS that there's no flying cars yet because, really, who will notice?!

Not Sexy...Not Sexy At All

You know what irritates me? When people use the word 'sexy' to describe things that aren't sexy. For instance, have you seen any cooking shows lately? They're all about how 'sexy' their food. Ooo la la...look at this chicken breast I made - it is so sexy! Listen to me - saying that something is sexy would imply that you want me to think about having sex or that sex would someway be involved with whatever you're describing. I don't think about having sex with my food. Laying down and rubbing a pot roast all over my body isn't what I'm going for, here. Oh, I know..you make love to it with your mouth. Again, really? You 'make love to it' with your mouth? What kind of babies is that going to make?

"Oh, babe, this Chicken Marsala is so damn sexy. Oooh...oh....I am getting so hot and worked up over here. I just want to caress it with my tongue and lovingly nibble at it's bits. Prrrrrr....oh, yeah....I'm going to make love to this chicken with my mouth...oh, yeah baby.....mmmmmm."

I think I need a shower.

It extends beyond food - people describing their new business ideas as sexy. Or the way they want to redecorate the living room. How is this sexy? Maybe your business idea revs you up and gets you going but really, it just makes me say "Good for you". You moving the couch to the other side of the room and changing the wall color doesn't make me start hearing Barry White and shedding my clothes.

These things are not sexy, people. They are not. Find a different word.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
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Happy Earth Day!! - Eh, Screw That!

I mean, yay Earth and all that. Go Green or Go Home. Love your Mother. I get it. But you know what we SHOULD be celebrating today?

My Birthday!

Go on, get your move on for a second while I flow..

Go heidi, it's your birthday, go heidi, it's your birthday...gonna party like it's your birthday...

I totally saw you rockin the cabbage patch. Nicely done.

What's in store for my birthday? Dishes, Laundry, cooking, cleaning, butt wiping and booger pickin. Just another day here!

I don't get freaked out by ages. I just don't really..but this one is kinda weird to me. I'm closer to 40 than 30 now and 40 was always just so far away.

So, tonight, if you need a reason to celebrate - you can use my birthday as an excuse. Just raise a glass to me, ok?

Angry All The Time

Corban was diagnosed as having SPD when he was two. He was non-verbal. He would stay up ALL. NIGHT. LONG. He would scream if anyone new came into our house or car. He would scream if people touched him. He would shut down if people engaged him.

I wonder, though, if there's not something else going on.

He's 4 now. And he gets so mad. By mad I mean he starts by making an angry face and then talks about he he wants to hit things and smash things. Recently he's been threatening to punch me. I take him to his room where he rages - throwing things, hitting things, kicking things - all while screaming about how much he hates me. And the smallest things set him off. Telling him no. Telling him it's time to go to bed. Telling him that he has to do something he doesn't want to do.

Some times he is the most polite little thing. And fun and sweet...then other times it's like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.

Also, lately I've noticed an increase in physicality of activity. For instance, he LOVES to wrestle, now. Only he likes to be the one that's getting his butt kicked. But he LAUGHS while it's happening. WTH??? He just really wants to wrestle and when his 2 year old brother puts him in a headlock? That's a bonus.

Lately, too, we've had issues with boundaries. For example - you can tell him to stop what he's doing but it's like he can't hear you. Then when he finally DOES hear you, he gets pissed that you told him to stop.

What IS this?! What is going ON? Someone tell me this is normal behavior for a 4 year old!

Yes, lie to me.

No, don't. Someone help me out here. Is there something more than the SPD going on?

I wrote this earlier and I have to tell you - I'm EXHAUSTED dealing with him today. Exhausted. Trying to stay on top of him and his moods while dealing with a 2 year old and a teething 7 month old? Not to mention the two girls and the kids I babysit. Can we just sedate them all for ONE NIGHT so I can catch up?? I kid. It really is exhausting trying to keep up with him, though. Any help you can offer is very appreciated.

We are Family

...aren't they a cute bunch?



Even though they make me work so hard



just to get a single good shot



Thank God I can crop out the ones that look like fools



But sometimes ya just gotta love the outtakes.

Ding-a-ling

I have 3 boys and a husband so there are a lot of penises in this house. Ok, well there are four to be exact. But, for someone that does not HAVE a penis - it's a lot. I knew that boys were fascinated by their penises. It's only a wee bit obvious starting when you're 4 and you keep saying, "Oh my nuts!" to anyone who will listen. Yeah, we get it, you have a penis. Congrats. It changes names as you grow older but the sentiment is still the same..this is my little buddy and I like him.

It starts even younger than four, I've discovered. Keaton is 6 months old and he can hardly WAIT until I get his diaper off. He feels those onesie snaps come undone and his hand is down clawing at the velcro of his diaper. Then (queue the music) it's as if he hasn't been in contact with his penis for so long. "Hello, again, Hello. I just called to say..hello..I couldn't sleep at all tonight. And I know it's late..but I couldn't wait...hello, my friend, hello. Just called to let you know - I think about you every night when I'm here alone and your there at home...hello."

Corban is almost 5 and I think he's afraid his penis is going to fly off of his body if he isn't holding on to it. So he checks in from time to time. Just reaches down and grabs it. Shakes hands. Quick little check in. But sometimes..oh sometimes..he grabs on and (queue the music, again) just doesn't want to let go. "Reunited and it feels so good. Reunited cause we understood there's one perfect thing and sugar this one is it. We both are so excited cause we're reunited, hey hey."

Brennan, though - he seems content to just leave it in his pants and leave it alone. Could there be hope? He likes to talk about it. He's an "Oh, my nuts!" kind of kid. He also likes to point out who has a penis and who has a 'Dagina'. "Mommy, you pee from your dagina?" "Mommy - that man has a penis?" "Mommy does that yady have a penis or a dagina?" He's more of a "I ain't missin' you at all..since you been gone, away. I ain't missin' you...no matter what my friends say."

I thought I knew a lot about penises. Really, I did. I've learned a lot with 3 http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifboys. Smegma? That stuff is real - it's not just fodder for a Red Dwarf episode! Who knew. Something else I've learned? Naked boys like to make their penises dance. "Wiggle it..just a little bit...I wanna see you wiggle it, just a little bit..as it groves"

Rob has a penis song, too. What song goes with that? Why...this one, of course:

Stock up! The End is Near!

When I opened the paper today there was an ad in there to "Stock up for Easter". I didn't realize this was a holiday that we needed to stock up for. What would you stock up with, besides eggs, for Easter? The main focus of the ad was wine. So you should stock up on Alcohol for Easter? Which I get, I guess, if you spend a lot of time with extended family for Easter. Most people *I* know head to church on Easter - even if it's one of the two days a year they go to church. Dunno if taking a bottle of wine into the sanctuary is something I'd recommend. Go on - someone is going to make the "Water to Wine" comment, I'm sure of it.

Oh - that reminds me - we're not Catholic. Well, I mean, I KNEW that we weren't catholic but it's important to this story that I was reminded of by "Water to Wine". So sis went to serve lunch at church with a friend of hers. While she was eating and chatting with one of the elderly ladies, she ended up wearing half the ladies lunch because she just kept talking and spitting her food all over. And my daughter - ugh - she says, "I think I need to go wash my face in Holy Water." to the dad of this friend she went with. HORROR! Insolent, disrespectful child. I have no idea where she gets it.

So, stock up on Alcohol for Easter to celebrate the resurrection of Christ while eating Deviled Eggs then wash your face in Holy Water.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post at Fadra's.
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

I'm Pretty Enough

In the midst of a conversation about nothing relating to this, Sienna says:

Sienna: Does that mean I'm going to look exactly like you, Mom, when I grow up?

Cara: That's not a BAD thing, Sienna!

Sienna: No, I'm excited. I just won't DRESS like her.

Bah dum duh.

So. Apparently I'm pretty enough, I just dress like a moron. Nice.

In related (uh, not really?) news - I potty trained my 4th child this week (That would be Brennan for those of you that lost count.) I *am* the pee pee whisperer. Dudes...he even POOPED on the potty 3 times. Holy HANNAH! I'm scared of how easy it was. Don't tell.

That little update has nothing to do with anything on my blog, but I really would like some pats on the back - soooooo...pat me, already.

And now, I will talk about toilet habits and food in the same post. Proving I have no boundaries.

Bringing Snack Back:

One day we had Oranges & Nilla Wafers. Another day we had Goldfish crackers and fruit snacks (leftover from Sienna's bday party). One day I made Peanut Buddy bars - and those got inhaled. Chips and Salsa or Cream Cheese Salsa Dip, another day. Then on the Bake Sale Baking day the kids had all the cookie rejects to pick from - Ginger cookies, Snickerdoodles and Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cookies.

Here's your recipe for the week:


Picture shamelessly stolen from here.

Chocolate Peanut Buddy Bars

1 cup creamy or chunky peanut butter
6 tablespoons butter or margarine, softened
1 1/4 cups granulated sugar
3 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 (12 ounce package) milk chocolate chips, divided use

Preheat oven to 350ºF (175ºC).

Beat peanut butter and butter in large mixer bowl until smooth.
Beat in sugar, eggs and vanilla extract.
Beat in flour and salt.
Stir in 1 cup morsels.
Spread into un-greased 13 x 9-inch baking pan.
Bake for 25 to 30 minutes or until edges are lightly browned.
Sprinkle with remaining morsels. Let stand for 5 minutes or until morsels are shiny; spread evenly.
Cool completely in pan on wire rack.
Cut into bars.

Next Friday is my birthday so I think I'll make a Vegan Lemon Cake with Blueberries. Um, yum? Yeah. Yum.

If I'm Being Honest....

I had a post all ready to go about sex. About not feeling like I want to have sex. About Rob wanting to be wanted. But I can't post it.

I can't post it because I was wrong. I had to rethink it all. Reevaluate and reexamine and I came to a completely different conclusion than the original post.

So often, as moms, we put what we want on the back burner. How many times do we spend our own "fun money" on something for the kids? Birthday money? Kids get new summer clothes. Christmas money? We pay the electric bill. Gift Card to WalMart? Yay - groceries! Want to go out? Can't - kids need us to stay home. Want to sit and read all day instead of doing chores? Nope - then who will clean the house/fold the laundry/make the food? Every day we do this to ourselves. We milk every bit of ourselves OUT of ourselves until not only is there nothing left, but if there was we wouldn't know how to enjoy it.

Back to my original post. I had Rob read through it first. After all, it was about him for the most part.

His response hurt me.

Not because he was wrong, but because he was right. I'm over here talking about how busy I am and how tired I am and the message I am sending him is that I can't be bothered to spend time with him. Am I tired? Um, yes. Am I all touched out? For sure. He has been super patient the past month as I push him farther and farther away. I'm sitting over here thinking - does he not see how tired I am? How overworked I am? He only thinks of himself! And the message I'm sending him is not a nice one. I'm telling him that I no longer find him attractive or worth the time it takes to be together.

Ouch.

That was not my intention, at all. Have ya'll SEEN my husband? Oh he's such a doll. (And he has a nice ass. Heh.) Plus? He's got all the right moves.

Instead of taking the time to let myself enjoy sex and enjoy making out with my husband - who knows how to make me feel good I think of all the things I "should" be doing, instead. I think of all the things that won't get done if I take 1 hour to spend time with Rob. It's just one more sacrifice that I'm going to make "for the good of the family".

Why do we do that? I know I'm not alone here. Are we getting some sort of medal? Are we in a competition that I am unaware of? Is someone gonna show up at my house with an over sized check because I sacrificed the most of myself? God help me if that ever happens.

Let's do a little Q & A.

Doe sex feel good? Yes!
Is anyone gonna die if I don't get the floor swept after dinner and before bed? No.
Is Rob sexy as hell? Yes.
Does Rob wanna rip my clothes off and take advantage of me? Yes.
Will the laundry be there tomorrow? Yes.
Will I enjoy myself if I can stop making lists long enough to let myself? Yes.

If you answered Yes to 3 of those questions then go have sex with your husband tonight. If you answered yes to questions 3 and 4 then you and I need to have a chat.

The point is this - are you sending an unintentional message to the one you love that he is not worthy or valued enough for you to take ONE HOUR of your time to spend with him? No one is going to commend you for all of your sacrifice when you've sacrificed your entire self.

Also? I'm sorry, Rob. I hate that I made you feel unwanted. I love you, you sexy beast. (Thanks for last night. *wink wink nudge nudge*)

Rob and I on a hot date date in 2009.

Brain Dump

Do your homework. Do your homework. Are your chores done yet? Did you do your chores? Do your homework. Did you wash your hands? Are you going to get up there and eat or sit in time out? Eat your dinner. Be nice. Eat your dinner. Stop hitting. Stop hitting. Don't bite! No BITING! Close the door. Turn off the light. Close the door. Turn off the light. Do your homework. Eat your dinner. You're not wearing that. Leave your sister alone. Leave your brother alone. Get off the baby. Please don't touch that. DON'T. No! STOP! Do your homework. Wash up. Sit down. Get up. Get in. Let's go. Stay here. Come on! Knock it off! Shh. Shh. Shh. SHH. SHHHHH!!! The baby is sleeping. If you wake the baby, so help me... Get your chores done. Get your chores done. Stop touching that. Leave that alone. Don't pick your nose. Leave your penis alone. Be nice. Make better choices. Put that down. Pick that up. Put that down. Pick that up. You're not wearing that. Put a coat on. We don't eat our boogers. No. No. No. No. No. No. It's not summer. It's not warm enough for shorts. Eat your dinner. Eat your dinner. Just eat 4 freaking bites! Don't pick your nose. Leave your penis alone. Stop saying sucks. Quit saying nuts. Don't eat that. Drink your milk. Don't put that in your mouth. Quit licking your hands. Quit licking your hands. Quit licking your hands. Pick that up. Put that away. Put that down. Stop yelling. Shh. Shh. SHHH!!! The baby is sleeping! Get off that. Don't jump on the couch. Do your homework. Get your chores done. Stop doing that. You better get moving. Knock it off. What is your problem? Spit it out! Get to the end of the story. Seriously? Seriously? Shut the door. Turn off the light. Leave your brother alone. Are you listening? Leave your penis alone. Is your penis trying to fly away? No? Then leave it alone. Stop talking. LISTEN! Just listen! Stop it. Knock it off. Quit it. Do your chores. Eat your dinner. Go to bed. Go to bed. Go to bed. GO TO BED.

The end. Phew. Now there's a little more room in there.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post
  
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I Hope I Learned My Lesson.

Corban: I want a snack.

Me: So?

Corban: Well? Can I have one?

Me: You can have fruit.

Corban: What? Noooo Fruit is DUMB! I hate fruit!

Me: Too bad, so sad, little man.

Corban: Get me a cookie.

Me: No.

Corban: UGH! This is dumb! Stupid! DUMB AND STUPID!

Me: Good words there, bud.

Corban: That's all I can have is fruit?

Me: How about a vegetable?

Corban: NO! STUPID AND DUMB! And I'm not having vegetables for dinner, either.

Me: That'll work because we're not having vegetables for dinner.

Corban: What? Why not? That's stupid!

Me: We;re having pancakes, eggs and bacon.

Corban: NO! What?! That's dumb! I'm not having that. Gross. Patooey. I'm not eating that.

Me: Sure ya will.

Corban: No, No I won't! Only the bacon!

Me: And a pancake. You don't have to have egg.

Corban: Fine. And I'm NOT having a snack before dinner!

Me: Well, that'll teach me, won't it?

Corban: Yes! I hope you learned your lesson!!

Me: Well that's dumb and stupid!

I'm pretty sure I don't like you.

Sienna came home from school, not too long ago, RAVING about some soup her friend brought to school. Over the next week she traded lunch with this friend every day to get this soup. She begged me to make it. Being the over-indulgent mom that I am, I said sure - get me the recipe.

She asked her friend to bring the recipe. A week went by. Girl was craving the soup like a crack addict. She had to have it. I searched according to the ingredients and came up with 3 possibilities - none of which was correct, according to her.

In the meantime, life went on. Sienna went to the mall with friends and I went to pick her up. One of the other girls' mom was there so I did the right thing - the social thing - I introduced myself. The woman shook my hand (how grown up am I?! I offered my hand.) and said nice to meet you. But she didn't tell me her name. I tried again to get her name from her and got...a vapid stare.

Whatever.

Monday Sienna brings me the "recipe" for this soup she's dying for. Only...uh....all it includes is a list of ingredients. No instructions? No..name? Just a grocery list.

I did my best. I tried to make the soup. It tasted good but smelled like vomit. Wholly unappetizing. Vomit soup anyone? Yum.

Then we're back at the mall for shoes and who do we run into? Vapid woman. This time I take no chances..I say, "I'm sorry but I just don't remember your name." Phew. Good thing I'm clever because I outsmarted her on that one and she gave me her name. I feel victorious!

(Editorial aside: Where is this all going? I know you want me to wrap it up and I've been interrupted a billion times..so this isn't even as funny as I want it to be. Now I'm just getting pissed.)

Sienna wants the vomit soup again, only she wants me to make it right. I say, "Get me a flipping RECIPE then, not just a list of ingredients! I'm a mom not a magician, for crying out loud!" She says, "I asked and this is what she gave me!!"

It dawns on me that I have no idea which friend this recipe came from..so I ask.

Can you guess?

Yep. The vapid woman with no name. So, yk, thanks for the list of ingredients. Oh, and when your daughter was here last week? She asked me if I had a double chin.

I'm pretty sure I don't like you.

Fail. Fail. Win!

I've confessed that I'm not a real chef, right? I don't even play one on my blog, yo. I just try and I hope to get an A for effort. And if people eat what I make then I consider it a win.

In the interest of full disclosure, so you can judge me fairly and completely (Ha!), I'm showing you my failures. Oh yeah, I am.

So I make snack every day for about 11 kids that stop by on their way home to do chores and homework. Though some stay here for homework, too. Which ends up at dinner...and one girl I'm pretty sure needs her own dresser and chore list. Anyway. Snacks. It's hard to come up with stuff but the kids don't really care - as long as there's food and they can yell, "Do you know what happened today?!"

I tried to make Lemon Bread. Verdict? Edible and mildly yum but not something to make again. Also? It wouldn't stay together - it just crumbled. I'm sure this was NOT the recipes fault but the recipe MAKERS fault.



Then there's the tale of the Nilla Wafers. Thought I could whip these together right quick and the kids would love them. Verdict? These cost too much to make. Take too much time to make. Were only mildly enjoyed. (Nilla Wafers with a peanut butter filling. Half are dipped in chocolate.)



Pretty, no? Heh.

These were the clear winners! They're Soft Ginger Cookies. They win for several reasons: 1) I didn't have to buy a bunch of stuff (nilla wafers, baking chocolate) to make them 2)They whipped up really quickly and easily 3)They looked pretty 4)They're gone.



2 1/4 cups flour (I sifted, as always - makes things fluffier!)
2 tsp ground ginger
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp ground cloves
3/4 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp salt
3/4 cup margarine (I used butter)
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1/4 cup molasses
2 tsp sugar

Preheat oven to 350. Combine first 6 ingredients and set aside. Beat margarine with mixer and gradually add sugar. Beat until fluffy. Add egg and molasses, beat well. Stir in dry ingredients. Shape into 1 1/2 inch balls, roll in sugar and place on cookie sheet. Bake for approximately 8 minutes or until light brown and puffed. Let stand 2 minutes before transferring to wire rack to cool.

This recipe said it made 2 dozen cookies but I eeked out 3 dozen plus four more extra cookies. *shrug*

Enjoy!!

Hello, my name is heidi. I'm judgmental and care what people think of me.

You know what I hate? No. Well, yeah..I hate that. And that. And I really hate that. But what I'm thinking of right at this very moment is...

I really hate when people say, "I don't care what people think of me."

If I were a betting person, which I am, then I'd be willing to put money down on the fact that if I judged you and got all up your face about what a terrible person you are or how ridiculous you look today, you'd be affected. You'd be mad. Or sad. Or ashamed. Or you'd mow me down with your car. All of those things are signs that you do, in fact, care what people think of you.

People that say they don't care are hiding. Everyone cares on some level. I care. I care if you don't like me. I care if you think I'm a moron. I care if you're angry with me. I care if you give me a sideways glance at the store or a snide look at the Dr.'s office.

Oh, I may not care POSITIVELY but I care NEGATIVELY. I care so much I want to spit in your face and stomp on your foot. I may care and think you're totally wrong and not entitled to the opinion you hold. I probably think you're a moron, too.

I mean, look at how many times I used the word 'I' in this post? Obviously I'm self involved enough to care what people think.

The truth of it is, I'm sitting over here judging you so I'm quite certain you're judging me. Let's all just be honest and own up to it for once, ok?

Hello, my name is heidi. I'm judgmental and care what people think of me.

That was, like, the EIGHTIES and stuff. Forever ago.

Sunday Brain Dump...Verbal Vomit....Five Minutes...

Your five minutes begins....NOW!

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Yesterday my oldest turned 12. I remember 12. At least, I think I remember 12. That was ancient history according to the girls here. Like, OMGosh...that was in the 80's! That was, like...so long ago.

I guess it was. But at 12 I met my best friend. I was starting 7th grade. I remember sleepovers when I was 12. Comparing who had boobs and pubes and talking about boys. Sienna, thankfully, isn't all boy crazy like I was but some of her friends are. Last night they were singing karaoke and God Bless the Broken Road came on. Oh yeah, you guessed it...drama. Tears. Sadness. Oh, it reminds me of my ex-boyfriend! *gulp* *gasp* *sob* I'll be ok. Silly girls.

Then there was the girl that WASN'T invited. She was calling and texting..and sending pictures of herself making out with her boyfriend. Holy mother of PEARL batman....inappropriate. Her dad was home..no mom in the picture...but he was drinking beer in the living room watching TV. The girl was all "The clothes are coming OFF tonight!" Who the hell thinks about sex like that at 12?!?! I know, I know..lots of people. But C'MON! The girls here, to their credit, immediately called her (which is what she wanted, duh) and told her not to be stupid. My plus one said, "Don't be THAT girl. Don't be the girl that has sex in 6th grade because then you'll just be a slut for the rest of your life." Another told her to wait until high school (shock! No! Marriage! MARRIAGE!!!) (I mean...No sex...until you're, like, 25 or something! NO SEX! ACK!) Sienna had nothing to add because there's a REASON the girl wasn't invited to the party, yo.

Then there was the neighbor boy that was texting until 11. I finally had to text him and tell him to say goodnight.

Anyway..it was fun. Girls can EAT though...hot wings, honey bbq wings, strawberries, bananas, celery, oven fries & deviled eggs for dinner. All night snacks? Fun Dip, Sprite, Monster, popcorn, doritos, oreo ice cream cake. And that was all before I went to BED! Breakfast was banana bread, kiwi and strawberries and deviled eggs. Right now? They're at the store getting donuts and energy drinks. Crazy Fools! Good think all but one of em are going home today.

12...so long ago. I can't believe my oldest is 12 and that I was having my first baby 12 years ago yesterday. Wow.

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