Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
I definitely don't plan breakfast. I rarely eat breakfast. Well more recently I have been but in the past and in general I don't.
My boy likes him some breakfast. And we aren't talkin' bout no pop tarts neither. He request such things as French Toast, and Pan Cakes. Who has time for that? Last summer I instituted a plan wherein he gets himself breakfast. All summer he went without breakfast. The plan still stands. Most of the time he claims this is too hard and I end up making him toast (with butter and a cinnamon and sugar mixture sprinkled on top), two minutes before we need to be out the door and he eats it in the car on the way to school and probably once he's in class too a couple of times. He is so lazy!
He gets it from his MOTHER! I don't eat breakfast most of the time because I don't want to think about what to eat, make it, or clean it up. The same goes for lunch and dinner. Though I do eat those. Everyday.
If I tell the truth I don't mind making dinner. I have come to enjoy cooking. (It hasn't always been so.) It's deciding what to make and making sure we have all the ingredients before I start. Sometimes I start and get halfway through when I realize we don't have everything it takes to make the meal right. I hate that! So most of the time we make a "menu" for the week and then go shopping for what we don't have for the menu, hitting the store once a week. It works pretty well, but I am in a total rut.
Here is the menu for this week:
Th- Homemade pizza
Fri- beef pot pie
Sun- Pork ribs w/ rice
Tues.-pasta primavera w/ shrimp
Wed. - I got nothin'.
The pizza, while delish, is wearing on us. I am so sick of spaghetti and tacos I could scream. Normally we always have some type of recipe that includes chicken and it almost always requires cream of chicken soup as an ingredient. This too makes me want to scream. Thus, no plan for Wednesday.
I shook things up a bit when I added pot pie, pork ribs, and pasta primavera to the list. The pot pie will be an experiment. I've never made one but stew meat was on sale and I have some frozen veggies in the fridge that I think will make it good. We'll see. The pork ribs were also on sale and I will be using a tried and true recipe of my mom's for those. The pasta primavera will be interesting. I tried to get the recipe from my sister before shopping day but it didn't happen (she is so busted) so I doubt we will get it this week. The shrimp was also on sale a few weeks ago. I never buy shrimp. We love shrimp. But it rarely fits in our budget.
So tell me, what is your family's favorite dish? What do you eat the most? What menu item makes you want to scream?
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Anyway, back in December, my sister posted of video of Peter, Paul and Mary's Marvelous Toy. Here it is:
So when I saw it as he scrolled past, I told him to watch it and to tell me what the singers reminded him of. He watched the whole thing in silence with an expression of pure concentration on his face. I kept asking him what they reminded him of but he wouldn't answer. I told him that we had a record of this song when I was young.
I asked him again just before the song ended and he said, "I don't know." I told him that they remind me of Muppets. He watched them trying to see what I saw. When the song ended he said, "That song confused me. Do we ever find out what the toy was?" I stared at him, hoping he was making a joke. He just waited for me to answer. I quoted the song, "I NEVER knew just what it was, and I guess I NEVER will." Then we both burst out in laughter. We laughed for a good two minutes. We couldn't stop. I went into my grandpa wheeze style laugh.
Then I said, "At five years old I figured out that we would NEVER know what it was."
He said,"Sorry, I didn't listen to hippie music as a kid. I'm not used to the mysterious style of Peter, Bob and Billy."
"You mean Peter, Paul and Mary... All apostles." I said starting to laugh hysterically again.
"Didn't you read Da Vinci Code?"
Fifteen more minutes of laughing... Maybe you had to be there?
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
"Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up! "
I don't know who left it because it was anonymous. It was on a post from 2007. I told my sister, Becky, about it and she said she has seen the exact same comment, word for word, only it was on someone else's blog. Is this a new form of spam? Polite, but maybe a little bit insulting at the same time? Most of my anonymous comments have to do with Viagra and other unpleasant things I am not interested in. I delete those ones.
In December I got this anonymous comment:
"I want to quote your post in my blog. It can?And you et an account on Twitter?"
I'm not sure what that last part means. I think this is spam too because it's so incoherent. But this one left me feeling particularly irritated. First of all, who are you and how shall I get back to you to let you know my answer? Second, who you are and what kind of blog you have might change my answer, which at this point is no. Third, what part exactly did you want to quote? All this info would be necessary to get your answer, but I'm sure by this point you have helped yourself to any or all parts of my blog anyway. I guess I should give this person some credit for asking.
Yes, faithful and non-anonymous readers, I have been plagiarized in the past. I found a post identical to one of mine on the blog of someone who knows someone I know. Talk about weird.
1. the unauthorized use or close imitation of the language and thoughts of another author and the representation of them as one's own original work.
2. something used and represented in this manner.
And this subject, Plagiarism, brings me to a bit of a rant. I've been noticing it lately. And having it done to me, it makes me question a lot of the blogs I read. When I read your blog, am I reading YOUR words? I'm not talking about borrowing ideas or anything like that. We all get ideas from each other. I'm talking about taking things word for word or even changing a few words here and there, or the order and then passing it off as their own. I don't think there is a problem with quoting, but make sure you make it clear you are quoting, and then, site your source. Give credit where credit is due. Rant over.
Anyways, I'm going to change things so that Anonymous comments are no longer possible for my blog. Sorry if this inconveniences anybody.
P.S. Rant back on. If I notice plagiarism in a blog I read, can I assume none of their post are really theirs? And, what is the point of blogging if not to put your own thoughts, ideas, and experiences out there?
Monday, January 11, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
For the first installment of the My Life In A Curtain Bag series, I thought a cute picture of little me struttin' my stuff in my walker would be perfect. So here I am in my bright yellow, coordinated outfit having a great time (Don't get used to coordinated outfits, because most of my childhood was not spent in coordinated clothing)... I don't know who the others in the picture are. And though my memories go back really far, like back to age two, I don't have any recollections of this day. But Gosh Darnit! Wasn't I CUTE?
The next picture is from around the same age, but I must be a bit older because I have ditched the walker... Or maybe it just didn't work in the sand...
But first, a little story: All growing up, I had the same pillow. It was dingy, and got dingy-er through the years, but through the dinge I could detect some tiny little rosebud type flowers. I thought my mother new what a girly- girl I was when she picked it out for me. When I say dingy, I mean it was a nasty grey color. All my life I thought it was from all my drool. And most of it probably was. I sleep with my mouth open and always have, my nose has never worked right, so I am a mouth breather. I never gave the condition of my pillow much thought. I ALWAYS used a pillowcase so why think about it.
Shortly after I was married, I had a discussion with my mom about the beloved pillow. Somehow, in the course of the conversation, the truth of the pillow's history came out.
"We found your pillow on the beach", said my mother, who I had loved and trusted through out the years.
My jaw dropped.
"What were you?! Hippies?! That sounds just like something some hippies would do!", I asked.
"We washed it", she answered.
Nine years later, I am still disturbed by this news. And as I shuffled through the curtain bag and found this image, I know deep down inside me that this is not only the day they found the pillow, but also the exact moment they broke the news to me that it was to be mine.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
She gave one to my sister Liz too. Liz and I thought My Life In a Curtain Bag would be a fun new blog series. Stay tuned to see such post as "Oh, the Hair!" and "Too cool for school" and "What was I wearing?"
In other news: MY HOUSE IS FOOSHNICKIN COLD!!!
Friday, January 1, 2010
This year, however, we decided some things just have got to change. On Monday night we had a Family Home Evening all about evaluating our lives in different parts of our lives and making decisions to change. We made some individual and family resolutions. Some spiritual and some pysical. And some without category.
Our main objective with this lesson and application was to teach Sam that it is good to evaluate our lives every so often and make changes. Be pro active in becoming the kind of people we want to be rather than pigeon holing ourselves into one type and feeling stuck or incapable of change. Because along with that kind of attitude come guilt and none of us wants to live wallowing in guilt. So now we have the pressure of keeping these goals and accomplishing them in order to be good examples to our Sammy Poo.
Now I have a New Year's Challenge for all five of my readers. If there are more of you out there I don't know about you need to leave me a comment so I can know you are lurking and check out your blog. I want to challenge you to try posting everyday for one month this year. I would prefer it if you did it in January because I'd like you all to get into the habit of blogging more often as soon as possible. I will tell you, after my month of posting every day, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. And there are tricks. Some days I had huge brain storms and was able to come up with several ideas in one day. Rather than posting them all in one day, I would take the time to write them that day and then schedule them to post on different days. Andrea, my cousin, says this was cheating, but I disagree. I had a post for every day and I got on to read the comments and others blogs everyday, so I think this counts. In order to schedule something to post on a different day I write the post, then go into Post Options which is just above the Publish Post button, then I change the date to the day and time I want it to post and once I have done that it will show up on my Edit Posts Page as Scheduled. I like it. So join me, please!