Peeps this, yo!

You see what I did there, with the pun?! Ahahahaha! I crack myself up. Anyshway, as I was blog hopping the other day (similar to bar hopping, but not) I happened upon these. What are they you wonder? They're s'mores bars in a jar! Say THAT five times fast...no really, I'll wait.

What I did was put about 1 1/4 C of Easter M&Ms in the bottom of a quart sized mason jar. Then I smooshed 8 Peeps around the jar inside. Next, I annihilated one sleeve of graham crackers and mixed it up with 1/3C brown sugar which was fun until the graham cracker packaging busted and my bedroom floor was covered in a nice graham cracker dust. I put a sandwich sized Ziploc in the middle of the Peeps and scooped the graham mixture in. Be sure to press the graham mix down and work it into the bag, otherwise it will NEVER FIT!

Ok, so what I haven't done yet is print up the cutesy little recipe card that will accompany these little beauties. What the recipient will need to do is take out the bag of graham mixture and mix that up with 1/2 C melted butter and 1 tsp. vanilla. Press into 9" square pan. Pour M & Ms and lay Peeps on top, bake in 350 degree oven for 15 mins! YUMMY!

I do plan on fancying the jars up a bit with ribbon or fabric or something.

Somewhere inside of me, a screw ball redhead is trying to get out.

Picture it, Sicily 1923... Ok, sorry. Just channeling Sophia from "The Golden Girls" for a second there. But seriously, picture it: me fixing dinner. The kids are in the living room playing, the windows are open, letting the gentle, clean breeze drift through the house. Uh-oh. The food is too hot for the kids. I don't want to put it in the fridge as I've got enough crap stuff in there already. Ah, the window sill over the sink. The cool breeze with gently cool their plates. CRAP!!! Gentle breeze became strong gust! Plates have fallen out of the window! I traipse outside to see if anything is salvageable...not so much. I look up to see our teenage neighbor and her boyfriend snickering. Oh well. Chicken nuggets and macky-cheese it is then.

Yeah, that TOTALLY happened last night. I had made the kids some yummy meals and they simply FELL OUT OF THE WINDOW. There was chicken stew with rice, grapefruit segments, green beans and nilla wafers all down the side of the house. It's of note that the kitchen window is near the road, and is also visable to a major street. Wonder how many people saw?

Go on, laugh. I would laugh too. This kind of thing doesn't happen to everyone folks, only me and Lucy Ricardo. I hope this somehow brightened your day!

How many different languages can I say this?

I' 沒懷孕的m. Je ne suis pas enceinte. Ich bin nicht schwanger. Δεν είμαι έγκυος. Non sono incinto. Eu não estou grávido. Я не супорос. I AM NOT PREGNANT!! Cheese and rice, man. It's getting to the point of ridiculousness. Every time I mention I don't feel well, or I'm tired, or something like that, Fifi responds with a snide, "You're not pregnant are you?" I swear. It feels like I'm back at the Naval hospital. All you military gals/military dependants feel me on that one? ANY time you go in to the doc at a naval hospital they give you a pregnancy test. Apparently, if something is wrong with you and you're of child bearing age, you're either pregnant or you need a Motrin. Female with a broken leg? Hmmm, you must have broken that cuz you're pregnant. Let's order a pregnancy test, STAT! Male with a broken leg? Here, have a gigantic bottle of Motrin. You're all better now, so leave.

She just cannot understand that no, I am NOT PREGNANT. There is only like a .001% chance that I could even get preggers right now, so I'm gonna go with the NOT PREGNANT theory. It's slightly annoying. She can blab all day long about her gastrointestinal problems but the INSTANT I complain of anything she jumps on the pregnancy thing.

I think I need to start wearing this shirt to work

Sassy, no?

Maybe I'll just start doing the same to her, despite the fact that she's 62 yrs old and has had a hysterectomy.

Flashback Friday

Can you spot this sassy blogger? Um yeah, that's me all the way to the left.
This was my, I dunno, 5th or 6th birthday? Probably 5th. I think we moved to California before I turned 6. Mom, are you reading this? Which birthday is this?
Rock on with your bad self lil Mamma Ducky! Also of note, my shirt has duckies on it!
Happy Friday peeps. Hope your weather is better than ours has been the last few nights (and will be again tonight).

Do I What?!

Ok, so I just outed myself as that "behind the times chick who doesn't GET twitter." Seriously, I just DON'T get it. Do I really need to know what people are doing at any given minute? Better yet, do I want to know?

While watching Good Morning America the other day the anchors were tweeting WHILE they were on the air. Um, what was the point in that? I can totally see you on TV. You don't need to tweet me to tell you you're about to do the weather.

I dunno, man. Maybe I'm just scared that if I delve into the world of Twitter that I'll never dig myself out.

I do know the story how Twitter pretty much saved some guy after he was arrested in a foreign country. As he was being arrested he twitted twatted tweeted about it and his friends got in contact with the American Embassy yadda, yadda, yadda, Twitter saved the day. So on that note, Yay for Twitter!

But still I resist. I really don't expect to find myself in a situation where Twitter would save my life. But then again, there is a chance. Why risk it, eh?

So, who wants to school this chick on the magic of Twatting?! Oh Stephen Colbert, how you make me giggle.

Seriously folks, I'm absolutely clueless. I DO have a Twitter account. I got that far but then I got scared and ran away like a little schoolgirl. Teach me, oh wise readers.

You say cheapskate like it's a bad thing.

I got a Williams and Sonoma catalog the other day. I love their stuff, but it's so friggen expensive! I spotted these CUTE cute cute carrot bags! Yeah, cute until I looked at the price tag. $24.50 for that! I said to myself, "Self, you can totally make those." So on my lunch break yesterday I hopped pun intended on over to Wally-World to check out their felt selection. Eh, not too great, but they did have orange and green. So last night I whipped up a little prototype. I say prototype cuz I hope-to-Bob that I can do better than this.
The top edges of the carrot are kind of a scalloped stitch. Not really happy with how that turned out, so I'll try another.
Notice I didn't even bother to trim the excess thread? Yeah, I was tired, lol.

For the name, I used fabric marker (the kind that you can wash off) to mark it, then took some embroidery floss and stitched over it real quick like.

I'm not completely satisfied, but plan to get this little project looking perfecto! I'll post the how to's once I've got it just how I want it.

I figured that I could make one of these for each of the girl's classmates for less than $4.00. Yeah, totally beats $24.50!

This is me whining....again.

I have nothing cute or sarcastic to say. I'm kind of in a downer mood. The Dude is in Houston on a last minute business trip. The kids are upset because they don't remember him coming in and kissing them before he left. I feel am fat.

I don't say that looking for someone to say, "no you're not!" thanks anyway Dude . I have mirrors folks. I can see it. I also have a scale that tells me I'm losing this battle despite my efforts. I really am making an effort! I've cut my portions in half (at least). I only drink the occasional Coke (for you non-southerners, that is any carbonated beverage). I'm moving more, hell, my 30 minute break at work is now occupied by the treadmill or exercise bike. Yet still, I gain.

Something is amiss. I'm extremely tired despite the fact that I'm getting more sleep these days. My muscles ache all the time. Every morning I feel like I've been hit by a bus. My joints ache too, which is odd and new.

This is just depressing. My sister in law's wedding is in a few weeks and I DO NOT want to be in any of the family pictures looking this way.
I have a family party to attend this summer. I'm looking forward to it, but then again, not so much. I was always the chunky one in my family, but this will be the very first time that I am actually ashamed to show my family what I have let myself become.

Meh. I'm whining. Sorry this is such a downer post. You know what would cheer me up and always does? Baking. But that would only make my waistline grow even more.

Blah.