Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I wake up the still snoring Dude, hand him his coffee and let him know the shower is all his. I head to the kitchen to finish any lingering dishes from the previous night, switch the clothes in the washer to the dryer, pull out the clothes from the dryer and fold those bad boys. It's about then that I hear the twins arguing (6:30ish). Twin B is demanding that Twin A get up and open the door for her. Twin B still hasn't mastered that little skill, so she's at the whim of her sister. Twin A refuses and there is a fierce fight going on. Finally, I hear the door swing open and Twin B appears...all smiles.
I meet their demands of milk, vitamins and a waffle and head back to the kitchen to fix The Dude a breakfast quesadilla. I barely get a thank you before he sits down and pulls out MY laptop. I'm not being a biotch here. It is my laptop. Our bosses bought it for me so I could work at home during my maternity leave with Pickles, and for those days that I'm without a sitter. Currently, my desktop at work is out of commission so the laptop is my only computer. I had it packed up and ready to go, then HE takes it out to play games.
"Please make sure that gets packed up before I'm ready to leave." I even said that nicely.
"It's only 7:30. Chill out," he groggily tells me.
I rolled my eyes because I can already see how this morning will play out.
By the time Pickles rolls out of bed I'm ready for everyone to be dressed and ready to head out. The Dude picks up Pickles and sets him on his lap. He offers to
Twin A rocked this morning. She got herself dressed, socks, shoes and all, AND was ready to go without any complaints. Twin B would NOT get shoes on, no matter how much I begged.
As I ushered Pickles and Twin A to the car, The Dude breezes by me, muttering something about being late for work. I take a step back into the house to holler at Twin B when I see it. Surprise, surprise, my laptop is sitting on the table next to The Dude's chair. Of course he's long gone by this point so I have to get all the kids buckled in AND re-pack my laptop. Is he trying to make my mornings more difficult?! I swear!
After lots of tears over Twin B's missing blue cape we discover the cape was actually IN the car already. Geez.
I made it to work, only 9 minutes late today (new record). Oh, special treat, FIL's dogs are here this morning. Lovely. I just LOVE my office smelling like a combination of feet, Frito's, and vomit (one of the dogs has this allergy that makes her stink SOOOOO badly). Stellar day I tell you, stellar.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Remove the vanilla bean and toss it. Beat the cream to stiff peaks (we need it stiff so it can withstand the weight of the cakes). Fold the whipped cream into custard. Cover and chill.
For the icing, I made a cream cheese frosting. I added about 3/4 Cup of the almond cream into it to give it a little kick of almond.
I placed the green cake layer on a cake board and piped a ring of frosting around the cake to act as a kind of dam, then spread the almond cream on.
On top of that, I placed the yellow cake layer. I did the frosting ring again, but this time spread raspberry preserves. I would say I used about a cup.
Friday, February 20, 2009
That didn't photograph too well did it? Fear not, my new camera arrived! No more crappy pictures...well, no more pictures that are crappy because I don't have a lens on the camera!
After they have soaked for about 30 minutes, take them out and dry thoroughly. Prepare two bowls for breading the sticks: one for the egg, and one for the bread crumbs. Combine the bread crumbs and cayenne pepper, add oil and mix.
Dip the sticks, first in the egg, then in the bread crumbs. Place breaded sticks on well oiled baking pan. Bake in 350 degree oven for 20 minutes, flipping halfway through.
Serve with marinara sauce for dipping.
Really, these are super delicious. Cut the cayenne pepper if you want, but it really doesn't add that much heat. If you use plain bread crumbs, you'll obviously need to add salt and pepper.
I can't help myself! Here are some pictures I snapped with the new camera! These are from the Mardi Gras parade they had at the preschool. Note: despite the fact that the Pecan Street Preschool Mafia led me to believe that EVERYONE was going and NONE of them showed up, I enjoyed myself. Take THAT Alpha Beauty Queen Mom!!
This hat is goofy.
I think I have more shots of this kid from this angle than any other. Why is that?
Ok, I'm no child psyche expert or anything, but I'm pretty sure that unless you want to scare the living crap out of your students, you shouldn't dress like this if you're a preschool teacher.
WARNING! CLOWN PICTURE AHEAD
I know, I'm sorry. The nightmares. Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me!!!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Imagine my horror, seeing Twin A topple down the stairs. End over end she fell, smashing her head and face on the way down. I actually caught her mid fall before she hit the bottom.
"What happened?!" I yelped at her, but mostly at Twin B.
"Lay-lay pushed me," she said in between sobs. Lay-lay is what Twin A calls Twin B. It sounds nothing like Twin B's actual name. That's just what she's always called her sister.
The look of death was shot in Twin B's direction. She burst into tears, then Pickles burst into tears. Lord have mercy. The Dude swoops in and starts being, well, a man about it. Overreacting and scaring the kids more. In my calmest, yet freaked out voice I tell him to call his mother and get his shoes on, we were going to urgent care.
Like a friggen chicken with it's head cut off, The Dude runs around the living room, not knowing what to do. "Urgent care? Are they open? I think they're closed. Oh man, we're gonna be in the ER all night!"
A quick check of my urgent care pamphlet reveals that they are NOT closed, which I had already told him, but he didn't believe me. I carry Twin A to the car, her mouth full of blood. She had stopped crying by this point and was excited about going to the doctor. The Dude takes one look at the still crying Twin B and Pickles and declares that he will take Twin A and that I should stay home with the others. Fine. Whatever. A few minutes later his mother pulls up, hops in our truck and they pull off. WHOA! What the hell? Why am I the one left behind? I'm the MOTHER for cripes sakes!
I calm the kids down and bathe them. Twin B starts to ask if Twin A will get a sucker and if she might get one too. Seriously kid??
Anyway, in less than an hour, Twin A was seen and discharged. Sent home with ONE sucker and a scrip for antibiotics. She damn near bit through her lip. It looks gnarly dude.
Looks about a brazillion times worse this morning. She's alright though. She came home, gave her sister her sucker (she's a better person than I am!) and asked for TWO hot dogs. I've never seen this kid eat that much....ever. yes, I feed my children hot dogs. Yes, I know what they're made of.
I honestly don't think Twin B was trying to hurt her sister. I think she wanted her to move and they just so happened to be on the stairs at the time.
On a side note: when I went to Walgreen's to get her prescription I discovered that the store brand children's Tylenol and Motrin were on sale two for one! Sweet deal dude. A quick glance around revealed A LOT of the Walgreen's brand meds were on sale two for one. Check it out and stock up!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Even if it did, mine would probably look a little more like thisSeriously man. Talk about not thinking about anyone else. How ridiculous is it to ask that people throw down this kind of money to partake in the celebration? Not to mention the numerous gifts we have to buy for the showerS and wedding. Oh oh, and lets not forget the $350 we have to shell out for two nights at the hotel where the wedding is being held. The money we're throwing out for this wedding is more than we spent when we got married (granted, we eloped, but still!).
I apparently need to head to the bank and secure a loan to pay for all this crap. God help me if she invites me to the bachelorette party. I may have to sell one of my kids to pay for that! I'm kidding, I would never sell my children. The Dude, on the other hand...
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Anyway, I roll the windows down and set out to try my new Nic's Sticks by OPI.
By the way, these things are friggen awesome! I bought it for two reasons: A.) it was on sale at Walgreens, and 2.) I thought it would make painting the twincesses nails easier. Ya just pump it and paint. It dries super quick too. Anyway, the color I bought was a very bright hot pink (ya know, for the kids) and probably NOT the color of choice for prim and proper mommies.
The Dude had last changed my radio station. I usually keep it fairly low cuz the kiddos prefer Mommy's singing to the radio. Anyway, I notice he had left it on the alternative rock station which isn't a big deal. In fact, they were playing one of my fav Incubus songs (Incubus reminds me of California and the dating days with The Dude). Next song was a Bush song followed by old STP, so I left it. I turned it low as I approached the school. As I hopped out of the car to help my girlies into the car I bumped the volume knob and BLASTED the rather sacrilegious chorus to Alice In Chains' "Man in The Box." Not familiar with that one? Go ahead and Google it. Oh, did I forget to mention that the preschool is at a church? Hmmmm, yeah.
As I fumbled (with my wet hot pink nails) to turn the volume down, my bright, lime green phone slides out of my pocked and smashes into the ground. I try to quickly scoop up the pieces and usher the girls to their seats, begging them to put their seat belts on so we can get the heck outta there. As I drive away, I notice that the Alpha Beauty Queen Mom had been watching the whole thing as she leaned against her SUV...nice.
Oh well, easy come, easy go. I had even dressed to impress in my fancy new rust colored leather jacket I had gotten during that shopping experience from hell. I'll be honest, I feel a little Fancy Nancy wearing it, although, the Afflack salesmen that just left complimented me on it. Hmmm, perhaps I fit into their little clique.
P.S. Boyz II Men's "End of the Road" is playing on the station here in the office, ah, takes me back.
Monday, February 16, 2009
I'm kidding, of course. Penz gave me this fabulous award yesterday. THANKS!!
I shall be passing it along to 5 other awesome Mommies (NOTE: you're all awesome in my book. No really, I could show you the book if you'd like).
1. My Shasty. She is an awesome Mamma and I'm honored to know her in "real life."
2. My Rambler (yes, I saw that Penz gave it to you , but I wanted to give it to you too because that's how I roll)
3. Sarah, aka Thrifty Decor Chick; I love when she talks about her son and step daughter, very sweet.
4. Trish, at The Kobialka Family. She makes me want to strive to be the best Mommy possible.
5. Not Your Typical Mommy. Just read her "all about me" section. I love it.
Here are some rules:
1) Admit that ONE thing you feel awful about involving being a mom. Get it off your shoulders. Once you've written it down, you are NO LONGER allowed to feel bad. It's over with, it's in the past. Remember, you're a good mom!
~When I was sick a while back, I forgot to get the twins from school. I just went home and lay down. The school called and asked if I was on the way yet. I felt horrible. Blegh.
2)To remind yourself that you ARE a good mom, list SEVEN things you love about your kids, you love doing with your kids, or that your kids love about you. These are the things to remind yourself of EVERY DAY that you rock!
1. I LOVE how affection the kids are. Yes, they can beat the crap out of each other at times, but they genuinely love each other and love giving hugs and kisses.
2. I LOVE breakfast on the weekends. I get to cook huge breakfasts and make a big mess. They're always so grateful.
3. I LOVE that the girls now come and crawl into bed with us in the mornings before we start our day.
4. I LOVE taking the kids to the park. They just love it. They could stay there all day long.
5. I LOVE the looks on the girls' faces as they see my car pull into the pick up line at school.
6. I LOVE watching Pickles drift off to sleep.
7. I LOVE letting the kids help me cook or bake.
3)Send this to FIVE other Moms of the Year that deserve forgiveness and a reminder that they, too, are the best moms they can be!!! Remember to send them a note to let them know you've selected them, and add a link to the person who nominated you!"
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The Dude cut my board down to roughly two feet. I didn't measure, I just eyeballed it and said "cut here."
Then I started to Kilz the thing.
I had that feeling. You know, where you feel like someone is watching you. So I look up.
He was supervising, see. He declared that I was doing it all wrong and promptly took over.