January 30, 2010 at 7:41 pm | In: Recipes

Shrimp Étouffée

So I’ve been making shrimp several times a week in my effort to stop eating so much red meat. Some are low-fat, some aren’t, but they’re all soooo good. One of my favorites is Shrimp Etouffee. Here’s the recipe:

Shrimp Étouffée

Prep Time: 15 minutes

Cook Time: 20 minutes

Ready in: 35 minutes

Ingredients

  • 1/2 c. butter (use real butter, for the love of all things yummy! margarine sucks.)
  • 1/4 c. chopped red bell pepper
  • 1/4 c. chopped green bell pepper
  • 4 cloves minced garlic (use the ready-made kind in a jar if you’re lazy like I am)
  • 1/2 c. chopped fresh parsley (or 1/4. c. dried parsley)
  • 3 Tbsp. tomato paste
  • 1 10.75 ounce can of condensed cream of mushroom soup
  • 1 pound medium shrimp (I use raw, cleaned and deveined shrimp as opposed to cooked, because it’s going to be in the pan for 10 minutes and cooking it twice makes it rubbery)
  • salt to taste
  • 1/4 t. hot pepper sauce (use more if you like it hot, hot, hot)
  • 1/4 t. cajun seasoning (optional, but better with it than without it!)
  • 1 c. long-grain white rice
  1. Most long-grain white rice takes 20 minutes to cook in a saucepan, so get that started right away, follow instructions on the bag. 1 c. dry rice makes enough for this recipe.
  2. In a saucepan, combine butter, bell peppers, and garlic. Heat on medium-high for 2 minutes.
  3. Stir in parsley, tomato paste, soup, salt, hot pepper sauce, cajun seasoning and shrimp on high for 5 minutes.
  4. Reduce heat, stir and cook for another 5 minutes  until mixture thickens. Serve over white rice.
  5. Pretend you’re in Nawlins. It’s yummy!

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January 29, 2010 at 4:13 am | In: Uncategorized

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January 20, 2010 at 8:12 pm | In: Uncategorized

Breakin’ the Law

Surrounded!

It’s always fun to glance out your living room window and see two state troopers and two city police cars on either side of your driveway.

I damn near pissed myself, I must admit. Those of you who know me well are fully aware that law enforcement and I have never really seen eye to eye. Mostly little things (like my inability to obey the speed limit or to wear a seat belt), but there were a couple of significant issues 15 years ago. Suffice it to say that I went on a Tour de Stupidé between 1996-1997 and got myself into loads of trouble.

Also, did I mention I hate cops? And not necessarily for any of the above reasons, either. I hate them because they’re always up your ass when you don’t need them and never around when you do*. Because of that, I rank them right up there with the salespeople who work at Best Buy. You KNOW what I’m talking about, don’t even try to deny it.

But I digress…

The cops on THIS day and in THIS particular state have never done anything to me but issue aforementioned speeding tickets. So I shouldn’t really say I hate ALL cops. I will say that they make me nervous, though, in that knee-jerk “I’m not doing anything wrong, so go away NOW!” kind of way. The fact that they were sitting there made me laugh… at first. I made plenty of “go eat your donuts somewhere else” and “your tax dollars hard at work” jokes, because they seemed to be doing absolutely nothing but chatting each other up at a good ole cop convention.

But after they sat there for an hour or two, I started wondering what in the fuck they were REALLY doing here. When you see cops milling about on television, it’s usually because they’re waiting for a warrant to be issued. (Yes, yes, I need to quit watching CSI and Law & Order, I know.) I started flipping through my mental Rolodex of all things I have done wrong in my life that I have not rectified yet and could give them probable cause to get a warrant issued.

But I had nothing. I’m a boring work-at-home mom now. The worst thing I do these days is answer the door without a bra on. And the girls are not exactly 18-year-old perky anymore, so it probably IS against the law somewhere (if only for the Fashion Police, who I also thumb my nose at). Probably not warrant-worthy.

So what the HELL?! I started feeling paranoia set in. I knew I hadn’t done anything, but when you distrust law enforcement like I do, you know from first-hand experience that sometimes the truth isn’t always the highest thing on their list of priorities. Maybe one of my former enemies decided to start trouble and tell authorities I had a meth lab or something**.

So I called Brian to share in my delusional paranoia. He laughed it off at first, but crazy is contagious. Heh. No, he was worried for a different reason. He wanted me to get out of the house and go somewhere with Jack in case there was a psycho on the loose. I figured if there were a psycho on the loose, they’d be crouched down with their guns drawn, running through the streets and making military hand signals. (I REALLY need to lay off the tv, don’t I?) But in the end, my uneasiness got the better of me so I did just that.

(By the way, you have no idea how relieved I was when they didn’t surround me screaming to get out of the car with my hands in the air. It was the same ridiculous relief you feel when you’ve had to pee for 6 hours and your bladder can’t handle one more drop and if you so much as clear your throat, you’re going to have an accident and leak a little. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.)

Turns out, Brian wasn’t too far from the truth! A burglar broke into a house a couple doors down from me and the owner actually came home and interrupted him! The guy was trying to sneak out the back door and run off, the homeowner called the police, and the cops came to surround our subdivision. They caught the guy, so I guess I shouldn’t have been making fun of them milling about and doing nothing.

Talk about a dumb area to break into. This isn’t a gated community or anything, but ironically, it IS loaded up with cops. (Which would explain why there were so many here yesterday.) A cop lives right across the street from me, a state trooper lives 10 or so doors down on the same side of the street, AND there’s another state trooper who lives one street over and a few doors down. Those are just the ones I know about. Idiot should have scoped out the area a bit more. Heh.

I’m so, so thankful it wasn’t my house. Not because I care about the stuff, but because I would have been right here with Jack at the time, and I think the guy had a gun. They said it was “aggravated burglary”, so he definitely had some sort of weapon! I don’t even want to think about that. That’s a little terrifying, honestly.

Brian is calling today to re-activate our home security system. We turned the dumb thing off several years ago because the cats kept setting the alarms off when we weren’t home, but they need to decrease the sensitivity and turn it back on, and I’m going to leave it on when I’m home now, too.  Annoying. I can’t believe a tiny town like this had a burglar. If I’m going to start dealing with crime, I’d rather be back in a bigger city again. Pffffft.

* In all seriousness, there have been five times in my life when I really, really, REALLY needed their help and protection and didn’t receive it. If things had gone just a bit more differently, my story may have made for a really great Lifetime movie, yes, but none of you would know me now because I would have died in 1996.

** Yes, I really do have a couple people out there that hate me THAT much. You’re not shocked, are you?

January 18, 2010 at 2:17 am | In: Everyday

My baby isn’t a baby anymore…

There is so much going on with Jack! My baby isn’t a baby anymore. He hasn’t been for quite a while. He’s a toddler , and he’s growing up sooooo fast. I’m afraid to blink or I might miss something.

Fast Asleep

Friday marked ONE FULL WEEK of him sleeping in his own room in his OWN toddler bed! Can you believe that?!

Brian had been sleeping in Jack’s room since we started the transition, but not last night because Jack didn’t wake up.  (Yes, I’m aware that I’m overusing italics. Bite it. This is super exciting for me. Heh.) So Brian slept in bed with me. Both of us in the bedroom. By ourselves. For the first time in almost 21 months. Oh, yeah, baby…. yeah! [ Insert cheesy porn music here. ]

Numerous milestones there. *happy dance*

Of course, I barely slept a wink, because Jack was in there all by his lonesome and… well, I was wigging out a little. Okay, a lot.

I kept thinking that someone could break into our house and kidnap him and we’d never know because our room is soundproof with the door closed. So I made Brian get up and open the door so we could see (and hear) across the hallway. Then I made him get up again a few minutes later and put a baby gate up, because I didn’t want Oliver wandering around the house all night.

I tossed. And turned. At times I even whimpered like a frightened little girl. There may have been begging involved—I desperately wanted him to wake up so I could quiet my crazy ass mind, but no such luck. He was zonked. So I started imagining other reasons why he may not have woken up yet (the sane voice saying he was sleeping soundly and everything was perfectly fine didn’t win that particular argument, OBVIOUSLY). I thought the blanket might be covering his head and he had suffocated. I fretted that he tried to get out of hid bed, fell and cracked his head open on the foot board. And then I agonized that his pacifier broke apart and was lodged in his throat, and he was choking to death*.  On that last note, I actually woke Brian up at 4:00 a.m. and had him sneak into Jack’s room to check on him. THEN I think I was finally—blissfully—able to go to sleep.

There’s no way to quell this phobia of mine other than to seek professional help. I already have a monitor in there so I can hear what’s going on. And I have a video monitor I could use, but it’s so dark I don’t think I’d be able to see anything. And even if I could, it wouldn’t be close enough to make sure he was still breathing. The motion sensor that I used when he was a tiny baby that DID detect breathing will not work on a toddler bed. So I’m just going to have to get the hell over it. I’m sure I will at some point. (Not. I did that with Cheeto his entire life. And no, in case you’re wondering, I haven’t had a decent’s night sleep in years. I don’t really sleep like most people sleep. My subconscious sleeps with one eye open, periodically making the rounds and checking on everyone around me. It’s exhausting being me, it really is.)

Jack, on the other hand, is sleeping well. Much better than when he was sleeping in bed with us. He falls asleep in 20 minutes instead of 60 minutes now. He doesn’t wake up crying every hour or two. I don’t think he’s fidgeting as much. He seems a lot more refreshed when he wakes up. I told Brian when we started the conversion that if it didn’t work, I was okay with waiting until he was at least two to try again. I do not try to rush this child—he does things on his schedule and not a moment sooner. He’s definitely a stubborn Taurus. ;-)

It takes 28 days to make a habit, so we’re well on our way. And it really seems as if this one’s going to stick. (No thanks to ME. I’ve tried to sabotage this plan on no less than three occasions because I miss snuggling with him, but common sense always wins out in the end, thank goodness. At some point I really do need to SLEEP.)

Next up is getting rid of the pacifier. He doesn’t really use it at all during the day anymore… only in long car rides or in restaurants, because it keeps him mellow. Other than that, he’s down to just using it at night to go to sleep. Then it falls out of his mouth in a few minutes and is gone. Shouldn’t be too hard! No rush, but I’d really like for him to be completely done with it before his birthday in April.

* Isn’t it grand to be me? I’m quite sure I suffer from an undiagnosed disorder of some sort.

January 15, 2010 at 2:28 am | In: Everyday

Rub a dub dub

Yayyyy, bathtime!

Jack loves baths. I mean, he REALLY loves them.

So much so that he can be downstairs playing with his favorite toy (his laptop) or watching his favorite show (Yo Gabba Gabba), and if Brian turns the faucet on in the bathtub, he hauls ASS as fast as he can up the stairs*.

Just tonight, Jack was playing with his little shopping cart, pushing it around the room. As soon as he heard water running. he FLUNG the damn shopping cart out of his way and BOLTED into the bathroom.

He started pulling on his shirt, too, like “Get this damn thing off me!”

He’s a funny little guy. I hope he’s always like that and I don’t have to fight him to take a bath every night when he gets older**.

 

* Did I mention he’s climbing the stairs like an adult now, and no longer climbs them? No? Well, he is. And it makes me nervous.

** I think the key is to make it crazy fun for them. That’s Brian’s area. Mommy can be goofy up to a certain point, but nowhere near as goofy and fun as daddy!

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January 10, 2010 at 4:23 am | In: Me Mes

Recap of 2009

I stole this meme from Amy. ;-)

 

1. What did you do in 2009 that you’ve never done before?

I started seriously thinking about my own mortality. I’m sooooooooo glad that I quit smoking a couple years back. My new-found anxiety on this topic would have me popping Paxil like Pez if I were still puffing on the cancer sticks. Now I just need to get (and stay) in shape.

 

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions anymore. I used to write up these elaborate lists of things that I wanted to accomplish and then I’d get all disappointed when I looked back a year later and I hadn’t managed to do many of them. The stuff that really matters? That stuff is on my ever-present list of things to improve upon.

 

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes, my friend Jaya. A few other friends, but no one I’m SUPER close to. I’m at the age where everyone I know is having kids. It’s a beautiful thing.

 

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes, my best little buddy in the whole world, Cheeto. The sadness is soul-crushing.

 

5. What countries did you visit?

Traveling is not something I’ve been able to do since I had a child, unfortunately.  I didn’t even make it out of the STATE this year. Okay, I visited Missouri. But it doesn’t count because I live right near the border. ;-)

 

6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?

More time to spend with Jack! And I do believe I’ve found a way to make it happen. Very excited about that!

 

7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

  1. The Obama Inauguration on January 20, 2009.  Oh, happy day!
  2. May 21, 2009:  Jack’s first steps!
  3. October 8, 2009: The death of my beloved furbaby, Cheeto.
  4. November 24, 2009: One year had passed since my mother stopped talking to me.

 

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I think I balanced motherhood and work really well, especially considering I had a naughty little child that wouldn’t let anyone touch him besides me, his father, and his aunt (which meant no daycare and no babysitters!). At times it made me crazy because I was such a workaholic before, and it’s always very hard for me to pass on projects. But it always came down to the fact that I’d rather let my clients down than my son. Once I started looking at it like that, it wasn’t hard at all. Work will NEVER come before my family. I’ll make whatever sacrifices I need to to make sure of that.

 

9. What was your biggest failure?

I feel like I didn’t recognize Cheeto’s condition as being as life-threatening as it really was, and that’s why his death caught me so off-guard. I think he had COPD for soooo many years, so used to his coughing, and the progression was so slow that we were kind of like a frog in a boiling pot of water.

Don’t get me wrong: I was fully aware that he was 13 years old and that his disease was progressing. But I thought we still had months left together. I was in the process of ordering an at-home oxygen tank for him so we didn’t have to go in for daily breathing treatments. He felt so much better after those that I thought that day would be the same as all the others. I just dropped him off and left.

The only reason I left in the first place was because I  had to get home so my sister could leave. I was already planning on getting Jack and going right back to the vet’s. However, if I would have—for a SECOND—thought that Cheeto was in mortal danger, I would never have left his side. Thankfully, I did make it back to him in time so I could hold him in my arms. I just wish I’d been there the whole time, that’s all. Or that they would have called me SOONER instead of waiting 2 hours.

I’ll be eternally grateful that I was able to be there with him at the end, though. I would have never been able to forgive myself otherwise. He knew that… that’s why he waited for me.

 

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Just a broken heart.

 

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Honestly… ? I can’t remember buying anything of significance. Just another example of how money means nothing (after the essentials are covered, anyway). Oh! I did really enjoy my iPhone 3GS purchase. I already had an iPhone, but the new one allowed me to start taking more videos of Jack. Uploading video from the iPhone is soooooo much easier and more convenient than from a goddamn camcorder!

 

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Jack’s, of course! He is growing so fast! So many milestones in 2009:

  • He learned how to crawl and pull himself up in February
  • Started crawling up stairs in March
  • Turned one in April
  • Got his first tooth and started walking in May
  • Started getting some serious dance moves in July
  • Tall enough to reach and turn doorknobs November
  • Started saying “hi” and “bye bye” to everyone under the sun in December

Every month I think “Wow, this is such a fun age!” and then the next month his personality gets even bigger and we have even more fun. He’s awesome. :-)

Also… my husband? Best man in the world. I’m not kidding. He has always been such a great husband, so I knew he’d be an even better father. And I was right.

 

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

My mother’s refusal to talk to me or my sister depressed and angered me throughout 2009. But it’s time to forgive and forget. Fresh start as an orphan in 2010, FTW!


14. Where did most of your money go?

Babysitter. And possibly to Fisher Price, based on the landfill of toys that used to be my living room. ;-)

 

15. What did you get really excited about?

When Jack started walking, it was if the clouds parted, the sun streamed through and the angels started singing.

 

16. What song will always remind you of 2009?

“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant. And ain’t that the truth?


17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

- happier or sadder? Much, much happier… 2009 was hard, but nothing compared to 2008. Plus, seeing my son smile is an INSTANT attitude adjustment. Whatever crap I’m fuming over at the time just melts away. I wish I could bottle up his essence and sell it—I’d be rich.

- thinner or fatter? Hmm. I think I’m a few pounds heavier thanks to a thyroid disorder diagnosed in January that wasn’t under control until July. (Well, that and a cookie habit. Heh.) Working on remedying that now, though.

- richer or poorer? Ohhhh, much, much poorer. Less time to work = less money. But spending time with my son is a wonderful trade-off.

 

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Forgiving people who trespass against me. Blogging. Reading. Writing. Anything but…

 

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

… Twittering. For fuck’s sake, is there a bigger waste of time or energy on the goddamn planet?


20. How did you spend Christmas?

At home, just the three of us. It was fantabulous if you want to read about it.

 

21. Did you fall in love in 2009?

Yes, actually, I did. My husband continually amazes me. (It’s fucking disgusting, I know. Go ahead and puke, haters!)

 

22. What was your favorite TV program?

When Lost is on, I always say Lost. When Dexter is on, I always say Dexter. It’s a toss up.

 

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Yeah, there are always an abundance of people added to my hate list every year. Sarah Palin being #1 on that list.

 

24. What was the best book you read?

I’m with Amy. I have a toddler. I can barely read Oprah magazine. I can barely blog! You’re lucky you’re reading this.  Though I’m about 300 pages into Stephen King’s latest masterpiece, it’s over 1000 pages. Maybe I’ll finish it by the end of 2010. There! That’s my New Year’s resolution. Finish a damn book. :-)

 

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?

I discovered how much I hate the fucking Fresh Beat Band, does that count? Nah. I learned to love Cage the Elephant, Kevin Rudolf, Halestorm, and Lady Gaga. I know. Shameful.

 

26. What did you want and get?

Mario Kart.  I aim high, man, what can I say?

 

27. What did you want and not get?

I’d rather not disclose at this time. *snort*

 

28. What was your favorite film of this year?

I have seen one, uno, un, ein movie this year. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. My sister watched Jack while Brian and I snuck out to the AMC Cinema Suites to watch it in style. We had the theater to ourselves. There was dinner involved. It was a beautiful thing. But I hated the movie. Such a downer.

 

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 34 this year. (I had to look it up. And so it begins…)

I don’t remember doing anything, honestly. I was too depressed from Cheeto’s passing. I DO remember that was the first and only time Jack has fallen down the stairs, though. Scared us half to death. Happy Birthday to ME.

 

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Three things, bitch:

More chocolate, less weight gain;

More money, less work;

More sleep, less zombification;

Any of those would’ve been greeeeeaaaat.

 

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?

LMFAO! Anyone who knows me is fully aware that my idea of fashion is putting a bra on before company comes over. Maybe if they’re really lucky, I’ll throw in a pair of jeans and some deodorant. Thank god I’m a natural beauty. Bwah hah hah haha hahahahahahaha. [ gasping for air ]

 

32. What kept you sane?

Bitching about things is nature’s Prozac, babe. It makes me laugh and keeps me sane.

Other things that make me laugh: Jack’s giggles. Those are the BEST.

And my husband’s support, which is always unyielding.

 

33. Who did you miss?

My grandma. I think of her every day and wish she were here to hang out with me & Jack. I just know they would have loved each other soooooo much.

 

34. Who was the best new person you met?

My friend Megen. She’s whip smart and bitchy and sarcastic. What’s not to love?!

 

35. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

“Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Money don’t grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know I can’t slow down,
I can’t hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good”.

January 9, 2010 at 11:05 pm | In: Everyday

Fun Day Out

Train delivering food at Fritz's

We had the most awesome day out! We enjoyed lunch at a neat little restaurant exclusive to KC that delivers your food via overhead trains (video below).

How cool is that?! Jack was completely enthralled watching the trains run back and forth overhead. (Of course, we didn’t bother with the cute little conductor hat they gave us because we know he gets a little violent if you try to put something on his head. Probably from all those weeks in the NICU when the nurses tried to put hats on him that were too small. Every time we’d leave the room and come back, he had somehow managed to get his hat off. *snicker* He was probably sitting there thinking that losing most of the heat through your head is a myth*, so quit with the hat already! )

 

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December 29, 2009 at 11:18 pm | In: Everyday

Post-Christmas

Our tree on Christmas Eve

Christmas was so much fun this year. The best yet, I have to say!

Once you have a child, it brings a whole new meaning to Christmas.  I’ve always loved spending time with family (giving gifts, too, but mostly about the family!), but it becomes so much more when you have your own little ones. And FUN, too! In 2008, Jack was about 8 months old—far too young to enjoy Christmas, open any presents, play with many toys or even eat any of our food. It was wonderful in its own way—baby’s 1st Christmas and all that—but this year was so much more fun. It’s so great having a little toddler whose eyes light up when he sees a toy he really likes! :-D

As usual, I bought way too many gifts. I should have just bought 2-3, but I… errrm… I filled the tree. Was there ever any doubt that I would do that? I mean, I used to do that everyone else, so no WAY I’m slowing down for Jack! :-) However, I really should have. Because once he opened a toy, he wanted to play with it for HOURS. I mean, he REALLY loved them. Which was fantastic! But it made me feel like an ass for buying him too many things. What we ended up doing was opening up one toy every couple hours for a couple days so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed.

 

I had to hang Cheeto's stocking, anyway

For the second year in a row, it was just the three of us*, and I loved that, too. Last year was great, too, but because of all the unexpected family drama with my mom, it was kind of bittersweet. This year, the only note of sadness was that Cheeto wasn’t here to enjoy it with us. I must admit that I hung his stocking anyway, and the sight of it hanging there every day brought me to tears on more than one occasion.

I also bought the most perfect little hand-painted ornament from Etsy. I buy a new one to commemorate the biggest thing that happened that year. (2001 we were married, 2005 we bought the house, 2008 we had Jack, etc.)

I forgot to get a picture before I packed it away, but the 2009 ornament looks like this. Isn’t it adorable with the mommy and daddy and baby birds on there with the first letter of our names on their chests? She also put two cat prints and yes, two dog prints on there. I emailed her and asked her if she could paint a halo over the Cheeto paw print. She did. And when I got that in the mail, I thought my heart was going to implode, too. But that is just one of the many ways I continue to include and honor him. But I’m not going to dwell on that, because overall, it was a happy holiday.

Moving on..

In looking at this picture, it’s clear that I need to learn how to make my own stockings. The two heart ones on the left were made by either my grandma or my mom (not sure which, but probably my grandma). They’re great and all, and used to hold sentimental value, but now they just make me sad. So they need to go.

Plus, I need to make one for Jack. I don’t want to keep buying a new set in a certain “theme” every year when we have a new addition, like Oliver. I’m sure it’s easy enough… just need to find a pattern and some fabric I like. Oh, yeah. And buy a sewing machine. Heh heh. That should be interesting. (Sidenote: I think I received a B in Home-Ec class in 7th grade. Wasn’t all that into the sewing. Still not for clothes and the like. But certain things need to be done, and I need to know how to do them, dammit! If I can learn how to cook—and be so great at it!—I can learn how to sew!)

I made our on-its-way-to-becoming-a-traditional-Christmas-dinner: beef tenderloin. That is one helluva cut of meat, I have to tell you. It costs about $70 for a 3-lbs., but oh.my.god, it is SOOOOOOO GOOD. I smear it with dijon mustard and some rosemary and thyme and it’s just to die for.  I also made mashed potatoes and gravy, Hawaiian sweet potato casserole, brown and serve rolls, and a couple other things as well. Christmas is probably the best meal at our house all year, and I love it that it’s so much less work than Thanksgiving! What’s your favorite dish or side dish for Christmas?

It was a wonderful, relaxing, happy day. We were lucky enough for it to be a white Christmas, too!

Jack’s favorite toy was the lawn mower. Here’s some video of him pushing it around on Christmas morning.

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December 28, 2009 at 6:41 pm | In: Family Updates

The story behind the Christmas Card of 2009

I suck. I really, really do. I don’t know what my problem is, but it is seemingly impossible for me to keep this blog updated. I try… I think about it all the time. But something always happens… something urgent needs to be dealt with with work, I’m too tired, Jack wakes up early from his nap, I need to work out, I want to post photos that I don’t have readily available on my iPhone. –> Have you ever tried to blog with the Word Press iPhone app? It’s cool and all, but holy crap, as long as my posts usually are, it’d take me HOURS to type it all up. But I digress…

Here’s my 2009 Christmas card:

2009 Christmas Card

I personally find it quite hilarious. Especially the story behind it.

For every weekend in November and early December, I had tried to get Jack’s Christmas photos taken. The first weekend I had it planned, Jack was sick. The second weekend, I was sick. The third weekend, Jack had fallen down and had a big scrape across his forehead. The fourth weekend, something happened with Kelly. Finally, two weeks before Christmas, I took him over to Sears to get professional portraits done that they would put inside a photo card (easy-peasy, right?)  Wrong.

Because whenever a small toddler is involved, nothing ever goes according to plan.

We actually made it to Sears. But for some reason I grabbed a cart on the way back. Big mistake. HUGE. Jack wanted to push it, as he always does. So I let him. But the Sears carts are weird and the bottom bar is too close to the ground (so close that Jack couldn’t even push it). He ended up falling over. So I picked him up and took the cart away. And then came the temper tantrum.  OH.MY.GOD. It was the temper tantrum to end all temper tantrums. Within two minutes, his face was bright red, he was burning up, snot was running down his face, his hair was glistening with sweat, and he would NOT calm down.

The photographer actually asked me if I wanted to wait a few minutes and come back. Gee, ya think?  (If I wanted photos of him screaming his little head off, I would have taken him to see Santa, plopped him down in his lap, and walked off. Bwahahaha. That would have been funny, but mean. So I didn’t do it.)

I thought I could still salvage the situation if I could get him to calm down, but no go. He was on a TEAR. So, I just gave up and left. The next day, I told my sister to put him in his sweater and get whatever photos she could get. (Babies are so much easier to photograph… they can’t MOVE. Heh.)

She didn’t get a lot of good up-close candid photos before he melted down again, so I tried myself again the next day. Not happening. Suddenly realized… it was the sweater. It was making him hot, itchy and cranky. So I yanked it off and I tossed it on his head. Which he thought was funny. And as soon as that sweater was off, he was back to his normal self, ready to pose and ham it up—as you can see from two of the photos on the card. Heh!

And I’m sorry I didn’t send a Christmas letter. Or even write a little note. I literally didn’t get those in the mail until the 21st, and I had to address them and send them out the same day. I’m beating myself up about this and how it’s rude not to make notes on cards, but I’m sure I’ll live and you all will have to forgive me.

 

December 8, 2009 at 5:12 pm | In: Recipes

Favorite Healthy Chicken Recipes

Low-Fat Chicken Burritos

  • 1 small onion, chopped
  • 2 small garlic cloves, minced
  • 2 tsp olive oil
  • 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into chunks
  • 1 12 oz can of black beans, rinsed and drained
  • 1 1/2 cups of salsa
  • 1/2 t. chili powder
  • 6 8-inch whole-wheat tortillas
  • 3/4 c. shredded cheddar cheese
  • 6 cups fresh spinach, shredded (optional)
  • 1/2 cup nonfat sour cream (optional)

In large skillet, saute onion and garlic in oil over medium heat until onion is translucent. Add chicken; cook 4 minutes or until no longer pink. Stir in beans, 1/2 c. salsa and chili powder; cook 2 minutes longer. Place tortillas between moist paper towels and microwave for 10 seconds. Spoon 1/2 c. filling onto each tortilla; top with 1 T. cheese. Fold each into a burrito. Serve with a cup of spinach, salsa, remaining cheese and sour cream.

Lime Chicken Fajitas

  • 1/2 t. salt, divided
  • 1 t. chili powder
  • 1/2 t. ground cumin
  • 6 8-inch whole wheat tortillas
  • 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into chunks or strips
  • 1 1/2 cups julienne-cut green bell pepper
  • 1 cup julienne-cut red bell pepper
  • 1/4 c. lime juice
  • 2 1/2 T. olive oil
  • Head of romaine lettuce
  • 2 cups halved cherry tomatoes (optional)
  • 1/2 c. shredded cheddar cheese (optional)

Heat a large skillet over medium-high heat with a dash of olive oil or cooking spray. Combine 1/4 t. salt, chili powder and cumin in small bowl and coat chicken with it. (You can also put mixture in ziploc bag and shake chicken to coat, whatever you find easiest.)  Add chicken; cook 3 minutes on each side. Add bell peppers and cook 4 minutes or until veggies are tender, stirring frequently.

To make dressing, combine lime juice, 2 1/2 T. olive oil, and 1/4 t. salt in a large bowl; stir with a whisk. Combine lime-juice mixture and lettuce; toss well. Divide lettuce evenly among 4 tortillas; top with chicken mixture and optionally, the tomatoes and cheese.

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