There are 2 things on my mind as I compose this post:
1. Y'all are not going to believe me.
2. I should not eat Zaxby's wings at 8:30 in the evening.
A few nights ago, I had what could possibly be the kookiest dream ever.
I had a dream that involved pink lemonade cake, Ellen DeGeneres, and Kathie Lee Gifford.
I promise I am not making this up.
In my dream, I was apparently friends with Ellen and Kathie Lee. Ellen owned a bakery, and I was trying to get in to buy some of her pink lemonade cake. I was frustrated because her bake shop was closed, and I was having a conversation with a group of people about this problem. Kathie Lee popped out (from somewhere?) and told me that Ellen's bakery had been closed the day before, too.
Then, I woke up.
I can tell you how and why my subconscious brain put the pink lemonade cake in my dream. I cannot tell you why I dreamed about Ellen and Kathie Lee. Or why I was, apparently, living among the rich and famous.
I have been obsessed with the pink lemonade cake ever since I saw it on Pinterest.
Obsessed.
Not obsessed enough to make it, however. My sis-in-law made one, and my mouth actually watered when she told me about it.
I keep saying I'm going to get the ingredients together to make it. I just haven't yet.
Maybe I'll call my buddy, Ellen, and order one from her bakery.
If she'd ever open up the darn shop.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Everyone Here Went To Their Safe Place
There's nothing like be jolted awake to the sound of tornado sirens.
I am not much of a fan of being woken up... period. Add thunder, lightning, wind, and tornado sirens, and you get the picture of me tonight. Or is it morning?
A tornado storm system in January. Is nothing sacred anymore?
The weather gals on my favorite station are keeping us all radar-updated, and I am passing the time on Facebook and blogging.
Just a few minutes ago, I heard footsteps coming fast down the hall. The boy has jumped onto the couch beside me, and his cat came right behind him.
The weather gals keep talking about squall lines and hook formations, and they keep urging people to "go to their safe places." Because the storm is passing over, I am staying put for now and not dragging anyone to the basement yet.
I also just realized...
We are all already in our safe places.
Mine is the safe comfort of the news and the weather forecasts. Remote control in one hand and keyboard in the other. I feel better being informed about the storm.
The boy heard the thunder and came running to find his safe place, and now the baby giraffe is asleep to my left.
The cat found her safe place on my right.
Dan/Daddy is snoring louder than the thunder... still in bed. He has obviously found his safe place, and it's knowing his wife will wake him up if the roof starts coming off. He might be a little sad he missed the couch party at 1 A.M.
Tomorrow is going to be a coffee-filled day.
I am not much of a fan of being woken up... period. Add thunder, lightning, wind, and tornado sirens, and you get the picture of me tonight. Or is it morning?
A tornado storm system in January. Is nothing sacred anymore?
The weather gals on my favorite station are keeping us all radar-updated, and I am passing the time on Facebook and blogging.
Just a few minutes ago, I heard footsteps coming fast down the hall. The boy has jumped onto the couch beside me, and his cat came right behind him.
The weather gals keep talking about squall lines and hook formations, and they keep urging people to "go to their safe places." Because the storm is passing over, I am staying put for now and not dragging anyone to the basement yet.
I also just realized...
We are all already in our safe places.
Mine is the safe comfort of the news and the weather forecasts. Remote control in one hand and keyboard in the other. I feel better being informed about the storm.
The boy heard the thunder and came running to find his safe place, and now the baby giraffe is asleep to my left.
The cat found her safe place on my right.
Dan/Daddy is snoring louder than the thunder... still in bed. He has obviously found his safe place, and it's knowing his wife will wake him up if the roof starts coming off. He might be a little sad he missed the couch party at 1 A.M.
Tomorrow is going to be a coffee-filled day.
Friday, January 20, 2012
What Came First? The Chicken Or The Meat
Let me start this tale by saying Dan/Daddy is a very smart guy. He knows a lot about a lot of things. I like to pretend I know more than him, and I like to tell him I know more than him. But, truthfully.... he's pretty sharp.
In the many years we've been married, I've learned he is clueless about
1. current Hollywood happenings
2. reality TV
3. the stuff in People magazine
4. popular music
In other words, all the important things.
If I have to go through life married to a man who doesn't know Adele's latest song or what a Kardashian is.... then I suppose that's ok. That's why I have girlfriends.
But I may have to add to that sort list. We had a little family incident that has me worried.
Last weekend, we were playing the game "Catch Phrase." It's a great game where you shout out clues to help your partner guess a particular phrase or word within a time limit. Dan/Daddy was on my team and was trying to give me clues to guess the phrase "bacon and eggs."
Not too difficult, right? I can think of lots of clues to give someone so they would guess "bacon and eggs." Like...
"One comes from a pig and one comes from a chicken."
Or...
"Long and skinny strips of salty goodness and a roundish oval thing in a shell."
But, no. This is what my smart husband says to me...
"Two breakfast meats."
Huh? I guessed "bacon and ham" and "bacon and sausage" and "sausage and Canadian bacon" and "ham and sausage" and about a hundred other meat combinations.
Well. As you can imagine, the buzzer went off, and our time was up.
After the other team had a guess, he was able to reveal the phrase.
When he said "bacon and eggs" I had to ask him to repeat himself.
Then after we all fell over laughing, I said,
"Why did you say TWO meats?"
His answer?
"An egg is a meat."
Oh. My.
Yes, he did.
And so began the first family feud of 2012. No matter what I say about eggs being proteins or eggs not being meat (yet), he has continued to stand firm.
I took the war to Facebook and asked everyone to offer their vote. I also shamelessly asked them to agree with me because I had to win.
35 comments later and the count stands at:
Me: 32
Dan/Daddy: 2
Tie: 1
The only 2 people who voted for Dan/Daddy were his close friend and my cousin... who felt like people were just siding with me because they like me.
I told Dan/Daddy's friend that HE could be Dan/Daddy's partner in games from now on.
I told my cousin he was wrong... People agreed with me because I was RIGHT. (And I am a nice person.)
When I read all the comments to Mr. Eggs Are A Meat, he just laughed.
So I immediately jumped on Facebook again to ask people if he was being stubborn.
Behold the power of social media.
PS... Eggs are not meat.
In the many years we've been married, I've learned he is clueless about
1. current Hollywood happenings
2. reality TV
3. the stuff in People magazine
4. popular music
In other words, all the important things.
If I have to go through life married to a man who doesn't know Adele's latest song or what a Kardashian is.... then I suppose that's ok. That's why I have girlfriends.
But I may have to add to that sort list. We had a little family incident that has me worried.
Last weekend, we were playing the game "Catch Phrase." It's a great game where you shout out clues to help your partner guess a particular phrase or word within a time limit. Dan/Daddy was on my team and was trying to give me clues to guess the phrase "bacon and eggs."
Not too difficult, right? I can think of lots of clues to give someone so they would guess "bacon and eggs." Like...
"One comes from a pig and one comes from a chicken."
Or...
"Long and skinny strips of salty goodness and a roundish oval thing in a shell."
But, no. This is what my smart husband says to me...
"Two breakfast meats."
Huh? I guessed "bacon and ham" and "bacon and sausage" and "sausage and Canadian bacon" and "ham and sausage" and about a hundred other meat combinations.
Well. As you can imagine, the buzzer went off, and our time was up.
After the other team had a guess, he was able to reveal the phrase.
When he said "bacon and eggs" I had to ask him to repeat himself.
Then after we all fell over laughing, I said,
"Why did you say TWO meats?"
His answer?
"An egg is a meat."
Oh. My.
Yes, he did.
And so began the first family feud of 2012. No matter what I say about eggs being proteins or eggs not being meat (yet), he has continued to stand firm.
I took the war to Facebook and asked everyone to offer their vote. I also shamelessly asked them to agree with me because I had to win.
35 comments later and the count stands at:
Me: 32
Dan/Daddy: 2
Tie: 1
The only 2 people who voted for Dan/Daddy were his close friend and my cousin... who felt like people were just siding with me because they like me.
I told Dan/Daddy's friend that HE could be Dan/Daddy's partner in games from now on.
I told my cousin he was wrong... People agreed with me because I was RIGHT. (And I am a nice person.)
When I read all the comments to Mr. Eggs Are A Meat, he just laughed.
So I immediately jumped on Facebook again to ask people if he was being stubborn.
Behold the power of social media.
PS... Eggs are not meat.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Halfway Through January
How is everyone doing with those New Year's Resolutions?
I didn't make any, so I'm doing great. Thanks for asking.
At the risk of sounding like Granny...
Y'all, we just passed the halfway mark on the month of January. Time is a-flying.
Because it has been over a week since I blogged, there are a lot of things to tell you.
1. I finally went to the salon. I have needed to have my hair "done" for too long now. I told my cute hair girl that the hair police were going to arrest me. The other big hair event in my life? I decided I'm ready to grow my hair out again. For the first time in over 10 years, I want it longer. I also told my hair girl that if she hears of a crazy woman ripping somebody's arms off at the Sonic Drive-In, it's probably me. I asked her to bail me out of jail and cut my hair. Fighting with my hair makes me irritable. Maybe I need to rethink this "growing out" idea.
2. I watched a little Food Network recently, and I have some thoughts about Giada:
a. I like her cooking.
b. Her shirts show a lot of boobage.
c. There is no way in the world she eats what she cooks. Fried doughnuts is what I watched her make. Yeah, right, Ms. Skinny Pants... You are not fooling me.
3. Paula Deen was on the Today show this morning to talk about being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. Hmmmm.
Now I am a fan of Ms. Deen, so I am rooting for her to stay well. But I am also hoping she continues to cook the same way she always has. Paula, listen to me... Keep on bringing the butter. Just don't eat it all.
4. We had my mom and dad here with us this past weekend. It is wonderful to see my almost 13 year-old loving on his grandparents. He has the best relationship with all 4 of them, and he's not "too cool" (YET) to show them how much he loves them. It makes my heart happy.
5. The Duggars and their 37 children are in my hometown. My high school friend posted on Facebook about them being in a local restaurant. She suggested that no one go there for lunch because the restaurant had no more food. Hot tea almost came out of my nose when I read that. I adore the Duggars, but that cracked me up! And I complain about my grocery budget.
6. I have ordered an obscene amount of Girl Scout cookies. I love how those cookies appear just as I get rid of all the Christmas junk food. Just in time to wreck my weight loss resolution. Oh wait, I didn't make that resolution. Bring me more Thin Mints, girls!
Well I know you are all feeling more informed and enlightened.
Haircolor, Food Network chefs, a giant family, grandparents, Facebook, and cookies. My range of topics is mind-blowing, and my life is terribly exciting.
I can't wait to tell you all about how my husband and I have been arguing over whether or not an egg is a meat.
I didn't make any, so I'm doing great. Thanks for asking.
At the risk of sounding like Granny...
Y'all, we just passed the halfway mark on the month of January. Time is a-flying.
Because it has been over a week since I blogged, there are a lot of things to tell you.
1. I finally went to the salon. I have needed to have my hair "done" for too long now. I told my cute hair girl that the hair police were going to arrest me. The other big hair event in my life? I decided I'm ready to grow my hair out again. For the first time in over 10 years, I want it longer. I also told my hair girl that if she hears of a crazy woman ripping somebody's arms off at the Sonic Drive-In, it's probably me. I asked her to bail me out of jail and cut my hair. Fighting with my hair makes me irritable. Maybe I need to rethink this "growing out" idea.
2. I watched a little Food Network recently, and I have some thoughts about Giada:
a. I like her cooking.
b. Her shirts show a lot of boobage.
c. There is no way in the world she eats what she cooks. Fried doughnuts is what I watched her make. Yeah, right, Ms. Skinny Pants... You are not fooling me.
3. Paula Deen was on the Today show this morning to talk about being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. Hmmmm.
Now I am a fan of Ms. Deen, so I am rooting for her to stay well. But I am also hoping she continues to cook the same way she always has. Paula, listen to me... Keep on bringing the butter. Just don't eat it all.
4. We had my mom and dad here with us this past weekend. It is wonderful to see my almost 13 year-old loving on his grandparents. He has the best relationship with all 4 of them, and he's not "too cool" (YET) to show them how much he loves them. It makes my heart happy.
5. The Duggars and their 37 children are in my hometown. My high school friend posted on Facebook about them being in a local restaurant. She suggested that no one go there for lunch because the restaurant had no more food. Hot tea almost came out of my nose when I read that. I adore the Duggars, but that cracked me up! And I complain about my grocery budget.
6. I have ordered an obscene amount of Girl Scout cookies. I love how those cookies appear just as I get rid of all the Christmas junk food. Just in time to wreck my weight loss resolution. Oh wait, I didn't make that resolution. Bring me more Thin Mints, girls!
Well I know you are all feeling more informed and enlightened.
Haircolor, Food Network chefs, a giant family, grandparents, Facebook, and cookies. My range of topics is mind-blowing, and my life is terribly exciting.
I can't wait to tell you all about how my husband and I have been arguing over whether or not an egg is a meat.
Friday, January 13, 2012
I Love A Good Link
And I LOOOOVE this one.
It makes me feel "not so alone" in this nutty journey we're on.
The blog "Kelly's Korner" is one I've read for years now, and she is such a fun gal. She often hosts "link up" posts, and this time I joined in. It is for military families! Thanks, Kelly.
It is so cool to click on over and meet other bloggers who share your story.
Being a military family is challenging, rewarding, and nothing like I would have imagined. It definitely stretches you to do more than you may have thought you were capable of.
And I like that.
Happy MLK weekend, friends.
It makes me feel "not so alone" in this nutty journey we're on.
The blog "Kelly's Korner" is one I've read for years now, and she is such a fun gal. She often hosts "link up" posts, and this time I joined in. It is for military families! Thanks, Kelly.
It is so cool to click on over and meet other bloggers who share your story.
Being a military family is challenging, rewarding, and nothing like I would have imagined. It definitely stretches you to do more than you may have thought you were capable of.
And I like that.
Happy MLK weekend, friends.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
If We Could All Be That Positive
I was looking at my little boy's cute face today when I noticed a reddish spot near his nose.
I said, "Is that a pimple by your nose?"
(He IS a pre-teen nowadays, and being a pre-teen comes with all that fun stuff.)
He said, "I prefer to think of it as my sexy mole."
I wish I had an ounce of that boy's self confidence.
PS... For those who think I am embarrassing the hang out of my child, I asked his permission to post this. He laughed when he read it and said,
"It IS pretty funny."
I rest my case.
I said, "Is that a pimple by your nose?"
(He IS a pre-teen nowadays, and being a pre-teen comes with all that fun stuff.)
He said, "I prefer to think of it as my sexy mole."
I wish I had an ounce of that boy's self confidence.
PS... For those who think I am embarrassing the hang out of my child, I asked his permission to post this. He laughed when he read it and said,
"It IS pretty funny."
I rest my case.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Tiki Idols and Dave Ramsey
At the risk of exposing my old age, I am about to reference the Brady Bunch. Remember the episode where they go to Hawaii and the tiki idol necklace causes all those problems? If you do, then you know where I'm going with this.
And you have to live in a hole in the woods to not know who Dave Ramsey is. He is a smart guy with some wonderful financial advice. He and his minions also makes me feel like a complete failure on a weekly basis.
The connection between Mr. Ramsey and the Brady family? Hold on.
I think somebody stuffed a tiki idol in my luggage while we were on vacation, because the "luck" around here has not been good.
In the course of about 72 hours, I broke 3 can openers and the mixer.
Have you ever hacked into a can with a butter knife? Do you know it is almost impossible to make sugar cookies on Christmas Eve without a mixer? I honestly don't know how the Ingalls family made sugar cookies.
On the day after Christmas, I came home to Dan/Daddy telling me he'd broken a new Christmas platter.
Then he says,
"Oh and the computer died."
Joy.
Nothing is better than having to buy kitchen necessities and a computer within a few hours of spending entirely too much money on a vacation and Christmas.
With our New Year's goals of "spending less and saving more" fresh in our minds, we have started to replace things.
We determined the computer was truly dead and that no amount of geeks in a squad can help us. The fate of our old files and pictures is yet to be determined. I have an external hard drive, but everything wasn't on it... Lesson learned.
I did want a new laptop, but I didn't want it this way.
The mixer and the can opener were a little less expensive, but who wants to spend money on small appliances? The only thing I can think of that would be worse would be buying an iron. Have mercy.
Dave Ramsey would remind me of that $100,000 I am supposed to have in savings in these "emergency" situations. I would be tempted to throw my old mixer at him.
So... I am tearing my house apart looking for that dumb tiki idol. Whoever stashed it in my stuff wile I was away is in big trouble. By the way, whatever happened to that tiki idol in the TV show? Did the Brady Bunch get rid of it? Did they have to throw it in a volcano to destroy it?
If I find a volcano, I think I'll toss in one of our Dave Ramsey books.
And you have to live in a hole in the woods to not know who Dave Ramsey is. He is a smart guy with some wonderful financial advice. He and his minions also makes me feel like a complete failure on a weekly basis.
The connection between Mr. Ramsey and the Brady family? Hold on.
I think somebody stuffed a tiki idol in my luggage while we were on vacation, because the "luck" around here has not been good.
In the course of about 72 hours, I broke 3 can openers and the mixer.
Have you ever hacked into a can with a butter knife? Do you know it is almost impossible to make sugar cookies on Christmas Eve without a mixer? I honestly don't know how the Ingalls family made sugar cookies.
On the day after Christmas, I came home to Dan/Daddy telling me he'd broken a new Christmas platter.
Then he says,
"Oh and the computer died."
Joy.
Nothing is better than having to buy kitchen necessities and a computer within a few hours of spending entirely too much money on a vacation and Christmas.
With our New Year's goals of "spending less and saving more" fresh in our minds, we have started to replace things.
We determined the computer was truly dead and that no amount of geeks in a squad can help us. The fate of our old files and pictures is yet to be determined. I have an external hard drive, but everything wasn't on it... Lesson learned.
I did want a new laptop, but I didn't want it this way.
The mixer and the can opener were a little less expensive, but who wants to spend money on small appliances? The only thing I can think of that would be worse would be buying an iron. Have mercy.
Dave Ramsey would remind me of that $100,000 I am supposed to have in savings in these "emergency" situations. I would be tempted to throw my old mixer at him.
So... I am tearing my house apart looking for that dumb tiki idol. Whoever stashed it in my stuff wile I was away is in big trouble. By the way, whatever happened to that tiki idol in the TV show? Did the Brady Bunch get rid of it? Did they have to throw it in a volcano to destroy it?
If I find a volcano, I think I'll toss in one of our Dave Ramsey books.
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