I am starting a new blog dedicated to my crafty side, Stitchin Mama Boutique.
http://stitchinmamaboutique.blogspot.com/
I am taking the advice of the many people who have told me that I should sell the things I make. I am working hard, making some cute boutique items, and heading to my first craft show next week.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Flour Hockey
You know why you put flour on your counter before rolling out dough, so nothing sticks. Well when that flour ends up on the floor and you have hockey loving kids, you get Flour Hockey!
Here are pictures of my slippery floured floor and my hockey lovin kids
FLOUR HOCKEY
The bread dough that caused the flour to be on the floor...
And proof that Izzy really does know how to sleep, now if she would just do this at night.
And how does a baby that spits up too much sleep? In her car seat in her cradle...
Here are pictures of my slippery floured floor and my hockey lovin kids
FLOUR HOCKEY
The bread dough that caused the flour to be on the floor...
And proof that Izzy really does know how to sleep, now if she would just do this at night.
And how does a baby that spits up too much sleep? In her car seat in her cradle...
Friday, September 19, 2008
Why Mothers Are loved
Ever wonder how long it takes a mother to go to bed, I just read this and realized how true this is, and then realized how long it truly does take me to go to bed
Why Mothers are Loved
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.
She picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone book back into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.
Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put out the cat then made sure the doors were locked.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought. Anything extraordinary here?
Wonder why women live longer...?
'CAUSE WOMEN ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL......
~Author Unknown
Why Mothers are Loved
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.
She picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone book back into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.
Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put out the cat then made sure the doors were locked.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought. Anything extraordinary here?
Wonder why women live longer...?
'CAUSE WOMEN ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL......
~Author Unknown
Being a Truckers Wife
Ever wonder what it is really like being a truckers wife? Well, I was sitting here thinking and you might be a truckers wife if...
~You find yourself having in-depth conversations with your pets, tv, radio, kitchen sink, and other various living and nonliving things in your house, and you really truly think they understand you.
~You don't shave your legs until your husband comes home from work.
~You can't wait for your husband to get home and then 5 minutes after he gets home you can't wait for him to leave.
~You have cell phone bills rivaling the national debt.
~You can't tell your kids "wait until your dad gets home" because the kids know by the time dad gets home you will have forgotten what they did.
~You do your Christmas shopping at a truck stop.
~Your loads of laundry double in amount when your husband comes home from "work".
~You cry when your husband leaves for work.
~You find yourself spending holidays and special occasions alone and then celebrating them on a totally different day from the rest of the world.
~You get defensive when you hear people talking about how truckers think they own the road.
~You find yourself glued to the TV and holding your breath when you see a report of a semi accident on the evening news.
~You avoid watching the news at all costs in fear you will see a report of a semi accident.
~You find yourself on websites dedicated to truckers and trucker's wives.
~You heat up whatever food is left over in the House and your husband thinks it's gourmet cooking.
~Your main priority when shopping for a house is making sure there's enough room to park the tractor and trailer.
~You know dozens of trucker jokes, wither you want to or not.
~You call your husband and ask him what his ETA to home is.
~You have cereal for dinner more than one night a week.
~You have your kids convinced that cereal really is a dinner entree
~You know more about trucking than you'd really care to know.
~You love being alone, you hate being alone, sometimes all in the same day.
~You find yourself having in-depth conversations with your pets, tv, radio, kitchen sink, and other various living and nonliving things in your house, and you really truly think they understand you.
~You don't shave your legs until your husband comes home from work.
~You can't wait for your husband to get home and then 5 minutes after he gets home you can't wait for him to leave.
~You have cell phone bills rivaling the national debt.
~You can't tell your kids "wait until your dad gets home" because the kids know by the time dad gets home you will have forgotten what they did.
~You do your Christmas shopping at a truck stop.
~Your loads of laundry double in amount when your husband comes home from "work".
~You cry when your husband leaves for work.
~You find yourself spending holidays and special occasions alone and then celebrating them on a totally different day from the rest of the world.
~You get defensive when you hear people talking about how truckers think they own the road.
~You find yourself glued to the TV and holding your breath when you see a report of a semi accident on the evening news.
~You avoid watching the news at all costs in fear you will see a report of a semi accident.
~You find yourself on websites dedicated to truckers and trucker's wives.
~You heat up whatever food is left over in the House and your husband thinks it's gourmet cooking.
~Your main priority when shopping for a house is making sure there's enough room to park the tractor and trailer.
~You know dozens of trucker jokes, wither you want to or not.
~You call your husband and ask him what his ETA to home is.
~You have cereal for dinner more than one night a week.
~You have your kids convinced that cereal really is a dinner entree
~You know more about trucking than you'd really care to know.
~You love being alone, you hate being alone, sometimes all in the same day.
Monday, September 15, 2008
MOM and the BAB!
Allow me to translate.... Mother Of Many and the Big Ass Bugs!
There is one thing that tends to send my kids into uncontrollable laughter, when mom sees a bug.
Tonight, MOM was visited by a BAB. This was a encore presentation of MOM and the BAB from last night.
MOM was walking out of the bathroom when a BAB, aka cricket, jumped out in front of her. When mom was finished screaming, jumping, and crawling up the opposite wall she noticed all her DC, aka Darling Children, rolling in laughter outside the bathroom. OK, HAHA, now rescue you mother! MOM was STUCK in the bathroom, this is something children find hilarious. Chrisi came to my rescue with a shoe and tabi came with the broom and dustpan. Chrisi squished, Tabi swept, the Cricket Jumped..... MOM, Chrisi, and Tabi instantly and simultaneously jumped in at least 6 different directions to escape from the now living dead BAB.
The girls recovered quicker than MOM and got the BAB outside.
However, last nights BAB is visiting with Tuesdays BAB in vacuum cleaner heaven by the back door waiting for one brave person to empty the vacuum.
I really want to know what is up with the rising numbers of BABs?
There is one thing that tends to send my kids into uncontrollable laughter, when mom sees a bug.
Tonight, MOM was visited by a BAB. This was a encore presentation of MOM and the BAB from last night.
MOM was walking out of the bathroom when a BAB, aka cricket, jumped out in front of her. When mom was finished screaming, jumping, and crawling up the opposite wall she noticed all her DC, aka Darling Children, rolling in laughter outside the bathroom. OK, HAHA, now rescue you mother! MOM was STUCK in the bathroom, this is something children find hilarious. Chrisi came to my rescue with a shoe and tabi came with the broom and dustpan. Chrisi squished, Tabi swept, the Cricket Jumped..... MOM, Chrisi, and Tabi instantly and simultaneously jumped in at least 6 different directions to escape from the now living dead BAB.
The girls recovered quicker than MOM and got the BAB outside.
However, last nights BAB is visiting with Tuesdays BAB in vacuum cleaner heaven by the back door waiting for one brave person to empty the vacuum.
I really want to know what is up with the rising numbers of BABs?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
How to keep my kids busy....
Introduce them to E-MAIL!
Tabi, Chrisi, and Ricky all got their own e-mail addresses last week. They have sent numerous e-mails to each other and other members of the family. Then they realized that e-mail can be accessed at all the computers in the house. So the first thing they did after realizing that there is a e-mail universe was get me my laptop and told me to "check your e-mail mommy!!!".
I have a mail box full of "hi" e-mails and one "ih" e-mail from Ricky. These are mixed among the many "I love you" e-mails I now receive several times a day.
Thank you g-mail team for giving me a mail box with 7136 MB of space, my kids are taking this as a challenge to fill.
There is also a bit of amusement in the house. We will have one child sitting at the kitchen computer and another will be on the downstairs computer. Approximately every 5 to 10 minutes you will hear one of them yell to the other, "CHECK YOUR E-MAIL!". They will continue like this for hours. The annual yelling of check you e-mail is followed by the running of the e-mail. Oh, you haven't hear of "the running of the e-mail"? This is where the child who wrote the e-mail frantically races across the dinning room and down the stairs and across the basement sliding into the computer desk in a attempt to "beat the e-mail" to the other computer. The e-mail remains undefeated.
Tabi, Chrisi, and Ricky all got their own e-mail addresses last week. They have sent numerous e-mails to each other and other members of the family. Then they realized that e-mail can be accessed at all the computers in the house. So the first thing they did after realizing that there is a e-mail universe was get me my laptop and told me to "check your e-mail mommy!!!".
I have a mail box full of "hi" e-mails and one "ih" e-mail from Ricky. These are mixed among the many "I love you" e-mails I now receive several times a day.
Thank you g-mail team for giving me a mail box with 7136 MB of space, my kids are taking this as a challenge to fill.
There is also a bit of amusement in the house. We will have one child sitting at the kitchen computer and another will be on the downstairs computer. Approximately every 5 to 10 minutes you will hear one of them yell to the other, "CHECK YOUR E-MAIL!". They will continue like this for hours. The annual yelling of check you e-mail is followed by the running of the e-mail. Oh, you haven't hear of "the running of the e-mail"? This is where the child who wrote the e-mail frantically races across the dinning room and down the stairs and across the basement sliding into the computer desk in a attempt to "beat the e-mail" to the other computer. The e-mail remains undefeated.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Taco Casserole
New recipe for taco casserole, I know there are many taco casserole recipes out there but this one was invented with the idea to use us some items that have been in my cupboard for a long time....
Taco Casserole
~1 1/2 pounds of ground beef (or turkey, or chicken) found in the back of the freezer.
~one packet of taco seasoning found in the back of the cupboard.
~one small can of black olives (drained), that was found next to the seasoning.
~one can of diced tomatoes (drained), found in the back of the other cupboard sitting next to...
~one can of refried beans.
~1/2 bag of taco chip leftovers that were broken so "couldn't be used for nachos" according to the kids.
~3 cups shredded cheese (left over because we had not more "good" nacho chips)
1. cook ground beef according to taco seasoning instructions, making sure to boil out as much of the water as you can.
2. break the taco chips up and cover the bottom of a 9X13 baking dish. Layer ground beef on top of chips. Spread refried beans on top of ground beef (this can be the tricky part, but it can be done), add a layer of tomatoes and black olives and top with cheese.
3. place in 350 degree oven and go feed baby. For those who don't have the "baby timer" cook until cheese melts.
When done grab the container of sour cream you found in the back of the fridge, open it to find out someone put a empty container back in the fridge, so you serve without sour cream and enjoy.
Taco Casserole
~1 1/2 pounds of ground beef (or turkey, or chicken) found in the back of the freezer.
~one packet of taco seasoning found in the back of the cupboard.
~one small can of black olives (drained), that was found next to the seasoning.
~one can of diced tomatoes (drained), found in the back of the other cupboard sitting next to...
~one can of refried beans.
~1/2 bag of taco chip leftovers that were broken so "couldn't be used for nachos" according to the kids.
~3 cups shredded cheese (left over because we had not more "good" nacho chips)
1. cook ground beef according to taco seasoning instructions, making sure to boil out as much of the water as you can.
2. break the taco chips up and cover the bottom of a 9X13 baking dish. Layer ground beef on top of chips. Spread refried beans on top of ground beef (this can be the tricky part, but it can be done), add a layer of tomatoes and black olives and top with cheese.
3. place in 350 degree oven and go feed baby. For those who don't have the "baby timer" cook until cheese melts.
When done grab the container of sour cream you found in the back of the fridge, open it to find out someone put a empty container back in the fridge, so you serve without sour cream and enjoy.
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