With thanks to Sissy and Podgy for pointing this out.
Everyone could use a little random joy.
Cry and you cry alone.
Dance, and the world will dance with you!
My four year old knows this, but it took a stranger dancing on YouTube to remind me.
People are people everywhere.
This is beautiful, and joyful and serves no purpose at all.
Yup! The bakery that made the cake for our wedding, ten years ago today, made another little one just for us this morning, so we had wedding cake and coffee for breakfast!
I've been married to Sweet Hubby for ten years today, and, in spite of periodically fantasizing about holding a pillow over his face while he sleeps, I wouldn't trade a minute of it. On the surface, we seem like an odd couple...he's all patient and soft spoken and sweet natured and I'm all, well, NOT any of those things. But for some freaky reason we work. And still really LIKE each other. He makes me laugh, gets the things that are important to me, knows how to wind me up just for sport like nobody else can, and I don't have to dumb the jokes down for him. (Nor for most of you who read this page either, but the world's a big, slip-on-dummy-shoe-wearing place!)
Romantic love is funny, it comes and goes depending on about a billion external distractions and stresses. Sometimes a bit less, sometimes more, but even on the days I wasn't sure I was in LOVE I've never not been very deeply in LIKE with Sweet Hubby. The rest always comes back, (even if our "doin' it on the diswasher days" might be mostly behind us)but the foundation of LIKE holds us together in between.
I think we work mostly BECAUSE we're such an odd match. If we were both like me, we'd have punched each other's lights out before the first date had ended. (He was late)
If we were both like HIM, we'd still be ON the first date. (A man of decisive action, he ain't!)
But together, we balance each other out.
I'm a better person because of him.
And even if I knew then what I know now, I'd choose him again in a heartbeat.
Happy 10th to my wonderful partner in crime, and perfect moving buddy!
Once you are a parent, periodically, maybe watching the news, maybe just hearing someone else's kid's voice in the grocery store, you get struck by just how different your life would be if you didn't have your own child.
Parenting is absolutely having to resign yourself to having your heart and soul walking around with their own free will outside of your body for the rest of your life.
If it isn't, you're doing it wrong.
It should scare the hell out of you.
And mean more than anything, ever.
To every parent who has ever lost a child, my heart breaks for you.
It shouldn't ever happen.
Yes, Owen is fine, that's not it.
My four year old just opened his chocolate Emperor Penguin from Easter.
And proudly announced "My chocolate has a BUTT!!!!"
I love four year olds!
A present for anyone trying to eat lighter, but not willing to give up a good weekend breakfast.
2 lbs lean minced turkey
1 tsp ground black pepper
1.5 tsp salt
1 tsp sage
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger.
Crumble turkey into a mixing bowl, then add other ingredients and blend thoroughly.
Shape into sixteen 2.5 inch patties, and fry in ungreased, non-stick pan until golden, turning to brown both sides, until no pink remains.
Eat. It tastes like sausage. Really.
Freeze unused cooked patties for later use. (Turkey doesn't last long with ordinary refrigeration)
2 patties = 85 calories (VS commercially prepared pork sausage patties, with 2 patties coming in at 280 calories!)
5 g fat
45 mg cholesterol
275 mg sodium
Diabetic exchanges 2 very lean meat, 1/2 fat.
Weight Watchers-4 points per 2 patties (or 2 points each, figure it out!)
Revel in your culinary prowess. You just made homemade sausage, and hour house smells like it.
To put it in perspective, you can have two Eggo Plus blueberry waffles, 1/4 cup diabetic syrup, (which is quite palatable, as long as you buy the Splenda kind) and a sausage patty for the same approximate calories as a bowl of Special K with a sliced banana on top. Each has it's place, but around here we like our weekend breakfasts.
We just bought Hurricane Owen tickets to see the Backyardigans live in Toronto on Mar. 1. Not sure what he's going to dig more, the show, or the train ride in.
If you don't know what a Backyardigan is, you don't have a preschooler.
1/2 oz Jack Daniel's® Tennessee whiskey
1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur
1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
Ok, so we took a chance and replaced the slab of granite mattress that we've been sleeping on for the last then years last month. I say took a chance, because it was expensive, and due to the most recent flare of the auto-immune condition I'm always struggling with, I'm off work again on medical leave. (The insurance company never recorded my return to work last year, and there was some question as to whether or not I was covered, resulting in a 6 week delay in benefits, but that's another story) It was necessary, because not being able to stand the touch of your own bed when you're sick isn't exactly conducive to recovery. I was glad to see it go, even though it's going to take me until February to pay for.
Apparently the old mattress must have said something to the washing machine on the way out the door, because it quit this weekend. All of my cars and major appliances conspire to break down together, usually when money is tight. We live in a cozy little rented townhouse. The dryer is part of the rental, and therefore not my problem. Naturally, it's working just fine. However, due to their habit of breaking frequently, tenants are on their own to provide and maintain a washing machine.
We did well. My father, a cross between Red Green and Mac Guyver, found an ancient model at the re-use center and bought it for $25.00. Then he added another $20.00 worth of new pipes and bits, and for six years, I've had a working washing machine that was all but free.
Naturally, when it quit, my first impulse was to call MacDad, and ask him if he could work his magic. Dad did his best, but I'm afraid we got a little more Red Green than Mac Guyver this time, and now my washing machine is possessed. The settings on the dial bear no resemblance to what it will actually do. Going to the normal "fill" setting causes it to spin like mad while empty, it has lost the "warm" cycle altogether, and now doesn't stop at all. Ever. "Delicate" causes it to vomit scalding hot water all over the dryer, and "off" causes it to begin filling all over again. If you leave it unattended, it will wash, (Very hot. Very, very, very hot)rinse, spin and repeat forever, until the hot water tank is totally empty. Kind of a roll the dice, take your chances kind of deal. So today ended with me wringing the water out of the cleanest dark load in the history of laundry, ever, because the spin cycle had gone AWOL.
So now we're combing Craigslist and the classifieds looking for a new, old washing machine.