An elderly couple walked into the lobby of the Mayo Clinic for a checkup and spotted a piano. They've been married for 62 years and he'll be 90 this year. Check out this impromptu performance. We are only as old as we feel, it's all attitude. Enjoy! They certainly do.
My personal favorite part? When the cute little old grandma beav stumbles a bit, and the old grandpa beav pauses, turns around to make sure she is dandy before hittin' the keys again.
IT'S GREAT TO BE BACK!!!!
7.28.2010
2.10.2010
My Basic Problem...
(my apologies for the tiny, crapy pictures. Photobucket is jacked-up today, or punishing me for my blatant disregard for their standards of appropriateness in photography...)On the left we have half a banana. A delicious, yet nutritious mid-morning car snack for Libbs.
On the right we have brownies. The CRUST (naturally) from the entire side of a 9x11 pan. The go-to choice for Libby's glutenous mother.
I was on the phone with my sister as I realized the depth of my disgusting nature, and I was compelled to snap a picture.
I have a weakness for baked goods.
Any and all baked goods.
If it has sugar, leavening agents, and you bake it, I will consume it.
In other news, Will got a fish for a school project.He named him Phillip.
He TRIED to pull a quick one on me INSISTED that other kids had brought not one, but TWO fish in for their project. The lady at PETCO thwarted his plans by asking us if we were planning to house his little finned friends in separate accommodations. Beta fish are japanese fighting fish and they WILL rip each other's fins off and MURDER EACH OTHER IN A DESPERATE ACT OF DOMINATION IF LEFT TO CO-INHABIT THE SAME WATERS.
Nice try Will.
I admire your gutsyness.
And punish the slyness.
(in Will's defense, he SWEARS the other kids brought goldfish...who are a free-loving sort of water dweller, not RIP YOUR FINS OFF -BETA fish, but I'm still undecided).
12.17.2009
B.M.
I'd like to pretend that "B.M." stands for "book of mormon" or some other lofty and important item. But not today.
Today is stands for Bowel Movement.
BOWEL MOVEMENT.
That's what my mom called it growing up. She's way to classy to call it something crass like POO. She wouldn't use the full correct term, just the initials. You, know, "do you need to go B.M. in the potty, Tyler?" or, "Good job going B.M. in the big girl potty Missy!".
Sorry Ty and Miss. I don't have any vivid memories of my own potty training days. I can only assume I was awesome at it.
I digress.
We are on day NINE of potty-training Libby. Nine. I employed the same method that I used on both of my other kids. The same method my saintly mother successfully used on all SEVEN of her children. It's basically potty-training in a day, and it works. By nap-time the first day they're basically good to go. We haven't used diapers since the first night, and Libbs hasn't had an accident since day ONE. (she unfortunately copped a squat on her dance teacher's floor that day...sorry Heid and Mekall! May santa bring you a Swiffer for Christmas!)
She's awesome. She's a pro. She can hold it. She can go by herself. She adores flushing.
UNLESS...and that is a HUGE UNLEEEEEEES...
...we are talking about poo.
She hasn't peed herself for 8 days. EIGHT NIGHTS AND NINE NAPS...true enough...
but she's pooped herself everyday for nine days. Most days multiple times. MULTIPLE TIMES. What can I say. She's her father's child. She's pooped in the potty twice. TWICE. And I do believe those were OOPSIE POOPSIES.
I'm done. No amount of YOU HURT SNOW WHITE'S FEELINGS WHEN YOU POOP ON HER FACE, or, TINKERBELL FEELS SAD THAT YOU GOT POO AAAALLL OVER HER PRETTY DRESS, or DORA IS CRYING BECAUSE YOU POOPED ON HER AND WE HAD TO THROW HER IN THE GARBAGE seems to matter to my head strong 3 yr. old. I've threatened that Santa will be a no show and she feigns understanding and cooperation...up until she lays her next load.
HELP ME.
Training underwear (we do NOT use the *P* word here...the result is sudden, intense pain and instant humiliation if anyone slips...for the LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY I HATE THAT WORD!)
Anyway....training underwear is disposable. I will NOT scrub, dig, spoon my 3 yr. old's feces out of underwear. I refuse. They are thrown away immediately. No questions asked. No guilt. (sorry all my frugal, poo loving friends, it AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN). But my baby-poops-a-lot daughter is starting to deplete our resources. I may have to go donate plasma to keep up with her bowels, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
Please. PLEASE. Please.
If you have any advice, I'd be a grateful recipient.
12.01.2009
Me Thinks...
...that the only people who bowl at noon on a Tuesday are the AARP crowd and those of us with off-track kids. I took a picture of all of the old beavers (it's league day, apparently) but it was blurry. Better luck next time!
...that I love days that I don't see anyone I know...because it allows me to re-wear outfits that work. Putting together outfits that work (ie...that I can move in/shop in/EAT IN/not show butt-crack and/or cleavage in) takes some effort. And we all know how I feel about things that take effort...and cleavage run-a-muck.
...that I love having friends that are nicer mom's than I am. It means that my kids get to do fun things whist off track. Things that I am way to lazy/mean to do without some outside pressure. Bowling, Classic skating, late-nights, whatever. I personally think that having the privilege of enjoying the gift that is their mother for EVERYDAY ALL DAY FOR THREE STRAIGHT WEEKS is gift enough, but whatevs.
...that falling down the stairs in 3 inch boots, and a skirt, and chanelling my inner wookie yell while doing so does NOT make you cool with your kid's friends. It makes them scared.
...that you should never, NEVER let your kids beat you on purpose. I don't care if it's mini-golf, hand and foot, bowling, burping, WHATEVER. I think beating them and beating them HARD teaches them valuable lessons early in life. Lessons like IT SUCKS TO LOSE, and MY MOM IS AWESOME.
...that if it's this cold, mother-freaking-nature should just do me a solid and LET IT SNOW.
...that we need to beef up the outside this year for Christmas. Half of our outside decor blew away last year and by the time we found it (in FEBRUARY...IN AN EMPTY LOT around the corner) we were way to embarrassed to reclaim all the shiz.
...that if anyone can give me ONE GOOD REASON to NOT get a Endometrial Ablation speak now or forever hold your peace. I'm SOOOOO over being in that delicate lady state every 26 days. I'm done. CAUTION: for you faint of heart readers (MEN), if you click on that link you'll see horrifying lady words like PERIOD, and HEAVY, and BLEEDING...in every sentence. Don't say I didn't warn you.
...that something is UP with my man Tiger. (Woods, obviously). Please let him not be part of the scum of the earth that are professional athletes. He's my guy. My DUDE. But only with his hat on. He just looks weird and bald without it.
Have a splendid Tuesday people. I'm off to trim the bangs.
...that I love days that I don't see anyone I know...because it allows me to re-wear outfits that work. Putting together outfits that work (ie...that I can move in/shop in/EAT IN/not show butt-crack and/or cleavage in) takes some effort. And we all know how I feel about things that take effort...and cleavage run-a-muck.
...that I love having friends that are nicer mom's than I am. It means that my kids get to do fun things whist off track. Things that I am way to lazy/mean to do without some outside pressure. Bowling, Classic skating, late-nights, whatever. I personally think that having the privilege of enjoying the gift that is their mother for EVERYDAY ALL DAY FOR THREE STRAIGHT WEEKS is gift enough, but whatevs.
...that falling down the stairs in 3 inch boots, and a skirt, and chanelling my inner wookie yell while doing so does NOT make you cool with your kid's friends. It makes them scared.
...that you should never, NEVER let your kids beat you on purpose. I don't care if it's mini-golf, hand and foot, bowling, burping, WHATEVER. I think beating them and beating them HARD teaches them valuable lessons early in life. Lessons like IT SUCKS TO LOSE, and MY MOM IS AWESOME.
...that if it's this cold, mother-freaking-nature should just do me a solid and LET IT SNOW.
...that we need to beef up the outside this year for Christmas. Half of our outside decor blew away last year and by the time we found it (in FEBRUARY...IN AN EMPTY LOT around the corner) we were way to embarrassed to reclaim all the shiz.
...that if anyone can give me ONE GOOD REASON to NOT get a Endometrial Ablation speak now or forever hold your peace. I'm SOOOOO over being in that delicate lady state every 26 days. I'm done. CAUTION: for you faint of heart readers (MEN), if you click on that link you'll see horrifying lady words like PERIOD, and HEAVY, and BLEEDING...in every sentence. Don't say I didn't warn you.
...that something is UP with my man Tiger. (Woods, obviously). Please let him not be part of the scum of the earth that are professional athletes. He's my guy. My DUDE. But only with his hat on. He just looks weird and bald without it.
Have a splendid Tuesday people. I'm off to trim the bangs.
11.09.2009
Julia Shmooliah
BAKED POTATO SOUP
Due to the HUNDREDS of requests for my Baked Potato Soup recipe (and by HUNDREDS I mean 12), I have finally succumbed to the pressure to reveal this little gem. It's a goodie, for certain. People LOVE this soup. They just do!
Find it HERE
A few tips:
*I've used boiled potatoes and baked potatoes. The BAKED POTATOES are far superior. Actually, truth be told, I soften them in the microwave for a few minutes and then throw them in the oven to bake. I'm a busy, busy, sought after woman. I don't have all blasted day to bake potatoes. (right).
*Double this recipe, if not triple or more. It really doesn't make that much and it's just as good (even better?) the next day. Just be careful with the hot pepper sauce. It gets hotter the longer it sits in your fridge. I don't use the full amount. But, let the record state that I am a heat wuss. I eat cinnamon bears one little tiny foot at a time. Just a heads up.
*I double (tripple?) the bacon and DON'T ADD IT beforehand. It is MUCH better/crispier when you let people add it as a garnish instead of letting it cook in the soup. Just make sure you save some of the bacon grease for your onions and garlic. It's kick-A.
*I double the garlic. You can never have to much garlic. Unless you are my friend Jen who sweats garlic for a week after any amount of consumption. So, double the garlic-excepting Jen.
Side note:
This IS indeed the recipe that nearly brought the house down last Christmas Eve. I forgot about the bacon and got on the computer. BAD BAD BAD!! 2 lbs. of bacon up in smoke. BAD NEWS. The horror. The SMELL. I then started a small kitchen fire by letting the printed recipe get too close to the open flame whilst cooking the bacon (the 2nd batch). So, don't be an idiot and your soup and house should be OFF THE CHAIN.
BAKED ZITI WITH SPINACH, TOMATOS + SAUSAGE
While I'm in the sharing mood, this is another AWESOME recipe I tried a few weeks ago. It is seriously KICK A.
Find it HERE
I used ALL of her suggestions and wouldn't have changed ONE DARN THING. Oh, I used all MILD sausage (see my aversion to SPICY above) and maybe added a bit more than it called for. Jeff LOVED it. The kids LOVED it, and it was stupendous the next day as well.
Good day.
10.13.2009
Tidbits
*random photo for a random post*
*Be careful whilst typing "titbits". This here blog became X-rated quicker than you can shout POLE!!
*I'm on the hunt for the worlds most perfect bra.
I understand that the feat of engineering I'm expecting it to undertake is mind blowing, but I pray there exists some wondrous combination of hooks and industrial fabric that is up to the task.
*My mouth tastes like old cheese. (because I ate a piece of cheese 20 minutes ago, not because I'm disgusting (mostly).
*I've enjoyed not having to prepare a lesson for YW for the past 3 weeks FAR. TOO. MUCH.
*I wept the day I had to pull out my crusty frozen grape tomato plant. That day was Saturday and it sucked. ( a word I reserve only for extreme situations...that's how verclempt I am).
*I am happy that I had the good sense to NOT PURCHASE a few items of clothing last week that I thought made me look like a desperate 34 yr. old woman trying in vain to grasp the lasts strands of her fading youth.
*I can't decide whether I really HATE leggings on grown women or really LIKE leggings on grown women.
* I do know that I am in love with skinny jeans.
*I'm P.O.'ed that Zupas forgot my bread and strawberries TWICE in the last month. TWICE. It's got me all worked up. REAL BAD.
*I can't decide what to do with MY HAIR. Bangs? No bangs? Color? I hate decisions. I cheated on my hair girl and I'm afraid I may need to cheat again. I feel so dirty. Mostly because of the cheese taste in my mouth.
*I created an etsy account and purchased something today. For the first time. EVER. That probably only makes me half-female.
*David Letterman is a tool. And a loser. My adoration has officially faded and died.
* Sue's "Dear Journal" segment on GLEE last week was the best piece of comedy I'VE seen on T.V. in FOR-EV-ER. I actually paused it to write down a few gut-busting lines while catching up last night.
"Scab-eating-mouth-breathers"? Seriously? Well done Glee insult writers. I'm envious of your talent.
*be careful typing "gut-busting". (but-gusting?...seriously?)
good day!
*Be careful whilst typing "titbits". This here blog became X-rated quicker than you can shout POLE!!
*I'm on the hunt for the worlds most perfect bra.
I understand that the feat of engineering I'm expecting it to undertake is mind blowing, but I pray there exists some wondrous combination of hooks and industrial fabric that is up to the task.
*My mouth tastes like old cheese. (because I ate a piece of cheese 20 minutes ago, not because I'm disgusting (mostly).
*I've enjoyed not having to prepare a lesson for YW for the past 3 weeks FAR. TOO. MUCH.
*I wept the day I had to pull out my crusty frozen grape tomato plant. That day was Saturday and it sucked. ( a word I reserve only for extreme situations...that's how verclempt I am).
*I am happy that I had the good sense to NOT PURCHASE a few items of clothing last week that I thought made me look like a desperate 34 yr. old woman trying in vain to grasp the lasts strands of her fading youth.
*I can't decide whether I really HATE leggings on grown women or really LIKE leggings on grown women.
* I do know that I am in love with skinny jeans.
*I'm P.O.'ed that Zupas forgot my bread and strawberries TWICE in the last month. TWICE. It's got me all worked up. REAL BAD.
*I can't decide what to do with MY HAIR. Bangs? No bangs? Color? I hate decisions. I cheated on my hair girl and I'm afraid I may need to cheat again. I feel so dirty. Mostly because of the cheese taste in my mouth.
*I created an etsy account and purchased something today. For the first time. EVER. That probably only makes me half-female.
*David Letterman is a tool. And a loser. My adoration has officially faded and died.
* Sue's "Dear Journal" segment on GLEE last week was the best piece of comedy I'VE seen on T.V. in FOR-EV-ER. I actually paused it to write down a few gut-busting lines while catching up last night.
"Scab-eating-mouth-breathers"? Seriously? Well done Glee insult writers. I'm envious of your talent.
*be careful typing "gut-busting". (but-gusting?...seriously?)
good day!
10.06.2009
Daddy-O
To the man I love above all others,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
If you know Jeff, you know just how much there is to appreciate about this man.
I love you babe.
And just to prove my adoration I will NOT spoil this lovely tribute to him with a naked cruise/teletubbie/speedo picture. Besides, if you REALLY know Jeff, you've already seen enough of him in his infamous speedo to last a lifetime.
I love you THAT much.
And more.
If you see the birthday boy soon make sure you give him giant hug and a kiss on the cheek (either "cheek" will do). He really loves people invading his personal space:).
HAPPY 35th babe! Hope the next 35 are equally as fulfilling and entertaining as the the first 35.
I love you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
If you know Jeff, you know just how much there is to appreciate about this man.
I love you babe.
And just to prove my adoration I will NOT spoil this lovely tribute to him with a naked cruise/teletubbie/speedo picture. Besides, if you REALLY know Jeff, you've already seen enough of him in his infamous speedo to last a lifetime.
I love you THAT much.
And more.
If you see the birthday boy soon make sure you give him giant hug and a kiss on the cheek (either "cheek" will do). He really loves people invading his personal space:).
HAPPY 35th babe! Hope the next 35 are equally as fulfilling and entertaining as the the first 35.
I love you.
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