Tuesday, December 16, 2008
-12 juice boxes
-11 finger paintings
-10 puppet crafts
-9 runny noses
-8 Goldfish crackers
-7 sticker charts
-6 potty breaks
-5 lesson plans
-4 sticks of glue
-3 packs of crayons
-2 glitter pens
-and an hour for arts and crafts time!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
1. Peace. On Earth? How about peace in my house? 5 minutes without fighting? Please?
2. A new coffee pot. Mine croaked. Right now I'm using one that is completely useless. If liquid sits in the pot for more than 2 minutes, it starts to evaporate. So, either it evaporates until nothing is there, or I drink a half a pot of coffee in 6 minutes flat.
3. A visit from the laundry fairy. Seriously, where is she?? I swear, I think I'm caught up on laundry, then someone screams, "I have no more clean underwear!", "I need clean socks", or someone pees/pukes on their sheets. That's my cue to re-start the laundry cycle. How about the laundry fairy take over that role for a week?
4. Paint. My living room walls are atrocious. Yes, kids, it's cute when you draw me pictures. It's NOT cute to draw me pictures on the living room walls. We can't wipe the walls off; our living room is painted with flat paint, so if you wash the walls, it stains it. I'd love a total re-do of the walls, so upon entering my house, it doesn't scream out, "Why yes, I DO have kids".
That's all I can think of for now.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Honestly, life for me hasn't been exciting in the least bit. It's been ordinary, but as Phil Vassar puts it, "It's ok. It's so nice, It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that I'd rather be." Life has actually been quite lovely (aside from the kids being at each other's throats).
Scott and I got to have a kid-free night the other weekend, which was great. We went to the Haunted Caverns at Dixie Caverns, and then went out with some friends to play pool. Then we went home and ate some mozzarella stix and chicken wings. Yum.
My daughter is becoming the biggest tomboy. Now, she still loves girly things, like dresses, and princess anything, and makeup, but at the same time, she burps the alphabet and proudly announces, "I cut the cheese!" I guess that's what happens when you have two older brothers...
Not too much is going on with the boys. Tyler just finished up soccer season, and Hunter is begging to join Boy Scouts. School is, well, school. Hunter is getting awesome grades, but he's not quite as enthusiastic about it as he use to be. He went on a field trip to the Symphony yesterday, and reiterated about 1,000 times how boring it was. (Can't say I blame him...I never was that excited to go to the symphony either!) Tyler's teacher just informed me that he's on a 5th grade reading level, which doesn't surprise me at all.
I'm teaching pres-school, and I absolutely love it to pieces! The kids are awesome, and the work is tiring but fun.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Anyway, the book has all that romance in it, but it has some hilarious scenes and lines in it, too. I'm dying for the movie to come out...although I bet I'll have to go to the movies by myself.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Anyway, since Spring has rolled around, I've had problems with birds using my car as their, um, restroom facilities. Not my neighbor's cars. Not my husband's car. My car. Why my car? Is there something special about my car that attracts birds? Is my car not lame enough? Do the birds convene with each other, trying to make my car lamer than it already is? Yeah, let's poop bomb the minivan! One on the windshield! A little on the side! Some on the bumper! (Yes, the BUMPER). That should make that lame minivan lamer! Washing it, yeah, that works...until the next bird comes along...
Monday, April 28, 2008
I learned something this weekend. Something very valuable. The recipes in those glossy parenting magazines are usually ten times more complicated then they make them out to be. And I'm almost convinced that it's a conspiracy deal between the magazines and the grocery stores, so we, the readers, will feel like dumbasses and will buy anything at the grocery store to make up for our incompetent cooking skills.
I saw a recipe for some deee-licious chocolate caramel cupcakes, and thought, "Those would kick butt at my bake sale!" (Never mind the 80-degree sun beating down on me) I decided to make them, but after looking at the recipe, I decided to go the Pillsbury way with the cupcakes instead of making the batter from scratch. You'd think I would have done a more simplified icing. (Although I never, ever use icing out of the can. I always make the Wilton buttercream icing. It's really easy, too). No, not me. I was bound and determined to make the chocolate icing myself, including, yes, ladies and gents, the caramel, so I could be like Paula Dean or someone...
I made the icing with squares of chocolate (Ghiradelli, thank you very much!), butter, milk and confectioner's sugar. The time came to make the caramel. The recipe made it look oh SO easy peasy. 1 1/2 cups of sugar, with 1/4 cup of water in a small saucepan on the stove until it turns a dark amber color. Not too hard. The time came to slowly add the other 1/2 cup of water in 3 increments to the mixture. I added the first small bit, and...HISSSSSSS! The mixture started hissing at me, steamed up, and immediately hardened. Crap! It looked like something they made in Potions class in a Harry Potter movie. I went ahead and added water a second time, and it hissed again, and got even harder (insert sex joke here). I kept stirring, but the caramel crystallized and hardened to the bottom of my saucepan. Well, what the crap good is it going to do me hardened to my saucepan? So I stirred it the best I could, and tried to scrape my caramel out of my pan, but it looked more like rock salt with a little sauce at this point. And I didn't think people would like small crystallized pieces of sugar in their icing. So I made a nice batch of double chocolate cupcakes.
Next time, I'm buying the jarred stuff.