Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Top Ten Vacation Moments.
I think I have writer's block or something because this blog just doesn't get the attention it used to get, so I thought I'd write about something fun that doesn't take any thought: My top ten vacation moments, not in any order:
1) Realizing that Red Square was not all that big, but it is beautiful nonetheless.
2) Seeing the Alps for the first time. Awe inspiring.
3) Going back to Mendocino where I lived as a kid (in an old Victorian at a lighthouse station, no less) and appreciating the view from my childhood bedroom window as an adult.
4) Driving along the coast in former Yugoslavia. The Adriatic is beautiful. The roads, kind of scary.
5) Picking strawberries on a trip to the German Alps with a former beau of mine. Lovely.
6) Seeing Russian soldiers walking in the German woods with nothing to do a couple of years after the wall fell. We were right outside of Buchanwald, the former Nazi concentration camp. It was early May, but still cold and seeing the soldiers in the woods, walking slowly in those greatcoats that we always associate with the Russian army, was eerie. Later we talked to one of them (I studied Russian for years and I'm terrible at it, really) and he said they were just waiting to go back to Russia and that everyday, all they did was walk around, like little kids whose mother needs them to go outside and play.
7) Seeing the icicle lights on Cinderella Castle in the Magic Kingdom for the first time. We'd been driving all day and couldn't find our resort. It was about midnight and the kids were sleeping and I was excited to be going back to Disney after not going since our oldest was born, so we drove around the back of the park and there it was. I don't care how many places you've been, it's an amazing sight.
8) The beautiful little mud houses in Honduras and the sobering realization that the poverty I thought I'd seen in the US and Russia was nothing compared to this.
9) Walking in the rain one day around Smolny Cathedral in St. Petersburg with my best friend.
10) Hiking up to a tea house in Lake Louise with the spouse. Gorgeous view. Nice lunch.
What about you? Do you have any great vacation memories you'd like to share?
1) Realizing that Red Square was not all that big, but it is beautiful nonetheless.
2) Seeing the Alps for the first time. Awe inspiring.
3) Going back to Mendocino where I lived as a kid (in an old Victorian at a lighthouse station, no less) and appreciating the view from my childhood bedroom window as an adult.
4) Driving along the coast in former Yugoslavia. The Adriatic is beautiful. The roads, kind of scary.
5) Picking strawberries on a trip to the German Alps with a former beau of mine. Lovely.
6) Seeing Russian soldiers walking in the German woods with nothing to do a couple of years after the wall fell. We were right outside of Buchanwald, the former Nazi concentration camp. It was early May, but still cold and seeing the soldiers in the woods, walking slowly in those greatcoats that we always associate with the Russian army, was eerie. Later we talked to one of them (I studied Russian for years and I'm terrible at it, really) and he said they were just waiting to go back to Russia and that everyday, all they did was walk around, like little kids whose mother needs them to go outside and play.
7) Seeing the icicle lights on Cinderella Castle in the Magic Kingdom for the first time. We'd been driving all day and couldn't find our resort. It was about midnight and the kids were sleeping and I was excited to be going back to Disney after not going since our oldest was born, so we drove around the back of the park and there it was. I don't care how many places you've been, it's an amazing sight.
8) The beautiful little mud houses in Honduras and the sobering realization that the poverty I thought I'd seen in the US and Russia was nothing compared to this.
9) Walking in the rain one day around Smolny Cathedral in St. Petersburg with my best friend.
10) Hiking up to a tea house in Lake Louise with the spouse. Gorgeous view. Nice lunch.
What about you? Do you have any great vacation memories you'd like to share?
Monday, November 9, 2009
How to Succeed by Cheating.
Yesterday I failed miserably at my pantry challenge. Well, until I realized that there were expired things I could throw out. First of all, I made lasagna, which was really good. But the whole point of making lasagna was to use up the noodles that I'd had in the pantry for a while. As it turns out, these noodles had already been used, which meant a trip to the store for more stuff.
So I'm standing there looking at my pantry. Before I had the twins, my pantry was a model of organization. Soup stood at attention. Dessert making supplies were all in one place, so it was easier to just grab something and make a batch of cookies. Spices were were not only organized by their possible use (savory vs. sweeet), they had their own side of the panty where they did not mix! Lately though, especially since the twins hit the terrible twos, they've been mixing. And it's not just that. There were multiple jars of molases just sitting in the back. Who needs that much molases? It's not like we're packing up the wagon and heading out west, you know.
So I cleaned everything out. I don't eat canned soup but my husband does, or should I say he likes collecting cans of soup, because there were a few in there and they'd all expired. I asked him if he wanted to keep them (he's funny that way) but even he agreed they should be thrown out. Next, I tackled some old pasta and a few half-used packages of various grains. When I was finished, the pantry was neater and about 10% of it was gone, but it's still an unruly mess.
The funny thing is, since I started this pantry challenge, I've been to the store every day, mostly for milk and fruit for the kids. We'll see how it goes today.
So I'm standing there looking at my pantry. Before I had the twins, my pantry was a model of organization. Soup stood at attention. Dessert making supplies were all in one place, so it was easier to just grab something and make a batch of cookies. Spices were were not only organized by their possible use (savory vs. sweeet), they had their own side of the panty where they did not mix! Lately though, especially since the twins hit the terrible twos, they've been mixing. And it's not just that. There were multiple jars of molases just sitting in the back. Who needs that much molases? It's not like we're packing up the wagon and heading out west, you know.
So I cleaned everything out. I don't eat canned soup but my husband does, or should I say he likes collecting cans of soup, because there were a few in there and they'd all expired. I asked him if he wanted to keep them (he's funny that way) but even he agreed they should be thrown out. Next, I tackled some old pasta and a few half-used packages of various grains. When I was finished, the pantry was neater and about 10% of it was gone, but it's still an unruly mess.
The funny thing is, since I started this pantry challenge, I've been to the store every day, mostly for milk and fruit for the kids. We'll see how it goes today.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Pantry Challenge.
I was on a board I post on the other day (yes, it was a Disney related board. Stop laughing) and these people were talking about this "pantry challenge" thing and at first I thought it was "panty challenge" which didn't seem very family friendly but then I relized the whole point of it was to clean out your pantry before you do your Thanksgiving shoppping so that you can save money and make room for all the food you'll buy for the big day. Well, I thought this was a great idea because who doesn't have a ton of stuff in their pantry just sitting there going to waste. I didn't post on the thread because by the time I got there, they were well into it and were posting some scary recipes ("Made some shrimp and peas. They were kind of old and tasted funny, but we ate it anyway. Yay!") and I just didn't feel like I could top that and add anything to the conversation.
So I'm doing it on my own, but so far I'm failing miserably. First of all, whenever I find something I want to get rid of, I have to buy three things to cancel the recipe. Second, my kids are picky. So it's not like I can take some year-old shrimp and peas and expect them to eat it because they won't. Finally, I like to bake, so I need good chocolate, different kinds of sugar, flour and yeast in my pantry at all times or I'll panic. I'm not kidding. If I don't have what I need to make cookies, I feel funny. Tomorrow I'm making lasagna and I actually have about 2/3 of the ingredients, but I still had to buy a lot of stuff (ricotta, parm, etc.). I'm also trying to clean out the freezer, but I went to Whole Foods today and ended up leaving with a bunch of meat, so I'm not doing so good there either.
I'll keep you posted. Because I know how exciting this is to all of you.
So I'm doing it on my own, but so far I'm failing miserably. First of all, whenever I find something I want to get rid of, I have to buy three things to cancel the recipe. Second, my kids are picky. So it's not like I can take some year-old shrimp and peas and expect them to eat it because they won't. Finally, I like to bake, so I need good chocolate, different kinds of sugar, flour and yeast in my pantry at all times or I'll panic. I'm not kidding. If I don't have what I need to make cookies, I feel funny. Tomorrow I'm making lasagna and I actually have about 2/3 of the ingredients, but I still had to buy a lot of stuff (ricotta, parm, etc.). I'm also trying to clean out the freezer, but I went to Whole Foods today and ended up leaving with a bunch of meat, so I'm not doing so good there either.
I'll keep you posted. Because I know how exciting this is to all of you.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
That Was Terrible. Let's Do It Again.
Okay, I'm back. I can't tell you how long Swine Flu drags on. It's terrible. Rotten. You don't feel like doing anything. But I think I'm better now and up to blogging again. I actually made it to the gym yesterday after missing three weeks.
So, this post is about my next trip to Disney. If you all know me in real life, you know I'm just the tiniest bit obsessed with Disney World. You wouldn't know it if you walked into my house. I'm not one of those kind of Disney fans, the type of person who has Mickey heads all over the house, although I do wear Mickey Crocs all the time, which pretty much says I've given up on fashion as well as just that I'm a huge nerd. Or that I had sore feet at Disney World and bought a pair. In my case, it's at least two out of three. I still like nice clothing but with three kids, it's not like I have much reason to get dressed up. Anyway, it all started when I moved to Florida and married my first husband. It's his fault. Ironically, now that my first husband has children he doesn't care for going to Disney World, which just goes to show you what a sour puss he is and that I was completely justified in divorcing him and not because I was bored and in my 20s and wanted to date around.
Anyway, the genesis of this first trip actually took place in the shower on the last morning of last year's December trip. Let me just give you some free advice right here, so simple and free that you don't even have to mosey on over to my Disney blog and check it out: Go to Disney in early December because the crowds aren't bad and it's cooler. There. That's all you need to know about going to Disney. Well, and make advanced dining reservations. Anyway, last year's trip was awful. I mean it was terrible. I don't even think I blogged about it, just briefly noted that we had a terrible time. Let me just give you a brief run-down.
First, I generally don't think you should spend good, hard-earned money taking little kids to Disney World. I love the Mouse, will gladly hand over any and all disposable income to the Mouse, but if the Mouse is giving me something for free, I'm going to wonder why because while the Mouse is something that makes me happy, it's still a business and businesses exist to make money. So the fact that kids under three years of age can get into the theme parks for free? Well that should make you go "Hmmmm." And then, now that you can't get that annoying 80s song out of your head, you should think to yourself "Why does Disney want to give my kid free admission in the parks and let them eat free off my plate at a buffet? And, stay in the resort for free, for that matter?" Well, I'm going to tell you: It's because no one in their right mind takes a willful toddler to Disney unless Disney sweetens the pot. And free admission? That's pretty sweet.
So anyway, we took the twins to Disney at 20 months old. It was terrible. It wasn't my original intent to even take them. It was supposed to be a trip with me, the oldest kid, and some friends, but one of the friends and her kid pulled out (for valid reasons, not to try and kill me) and there I was, stuck with a non-refundable condo and two tickets on Southwest which I could transfer, so I did what any reasonable person would do and told the husband that he and the twins were going.
I'll spare you all the details, but it was basically a mess. The twins didn't sleep and refused to stay in their strollers. When they did walk, they went in different directions. I'd actually brought those little backpack/harness things for them. Those were great. For about five minutes and then they wouldn't move. The best time we had with the twins was at Ariel's Grotto, which is a little sprinkler park in the Magic Kingdom. They LOVED that. In fact, I recommend it to you. And at one point, they both slept in the stroller while I sat in Frontierland and chatted with a nice old couple. You know your trip sucked when a highlight was sitting with two retirees and listening to them argue about whether or not they should go on the Carousel of Progress again. It seems they were annual passholders and they were just a little bit sick of Disney. This is why I never want to move to Orlando. But you don't really need to know that right now, do you? Because this isn't about my future retirement plans. Right.
There were high points. Since my best friend came with us, she and I went out at night. I mean, who am I to deny her a nice time, right? We ate at a few nice restaurants on property, including one of my favorites, Artist Point (good food, easy to get a reservation, not too many kids) and the California Grill, where we had a window seat and a view of the Magic Kingdom. I totally recommend this to you as well, especially Artist Point. The husband stayed in the condo with the kids at night. I threw him a bone one night and brought him some KFC, which I never buy because it's disgusting and Pamela Anderson told me it's inhumane. At some point I called him to see how he was faring and he accused me of eating the skin off his chicken before I gave it to him. So there I am, at a reasonably swanky adult dinner, talking to my husband on the phone who is struggling to put three crazy kids to bed and wants to know where his damn chicken skin is. I mean, apparently it fell off at the restaurant or some disgruntled KFC worker on Highway 192 pulled it off for spite before she gave it to me because I swear to God I didn't touch it. I'm still not sure he believes me, but really, who goes out to a nice dinner but first eats their poor husband's fast food chicken skin beforehand? I don't even like chicken skin. Aside from dinner out, my best friend and I had a couple of nights in the Magic Kingdom after it closed, just sitting there watching the castle turn colors and relaxing while everyone else rushed to the buses. But otherwise, it was the kind of trip where you find yourself saying over and over again, "We're never doing this again."
And we did say it, over and over again: In front of Space Mountain, which we didn't go on because we have little kids. In front of the Haunted Mansion, which we didn't go on because we have little kids. Even in front of Pirates of the Caribbean, which we didn't go on . . . . Well, you get the picture. We said it at least one hundred times and when we didn't say it, we were giving each other the stink eye, thinking it. We're never doing this again!!!!!!!!
There were a couple of things we did wrong, and they were big ones. One, we stayed off site. This place is in one of those developments that is "close" to Disney property, but Disney property is huge and if you have little kids who are spending most of their time in the Magic Kingdom, this is a disaster, as you take three modes of transportation just to get into the park (car, tram in the parking lot, and then the ferry or monorail to get to the park). It literally took an hour to get from the condo to the Magic Kingdom. The other thing we did wrong was stay for a short amount of time. We literally got there on Saturday morning and left very early on Tuesday morning. This didn't give the little kids a chance to adjust to the unfamliar condo. It was just new stuff and excitement all the time, which was fine for a six-year old, but not so much for two toddlers.
Anyway, so I was in the shower the morning we were leaving and I was kind of depressed, thinking that we wouldn't be back for two years, because you all know how obsessed I am with Disney World, so I decided that me and my older kid would go in December. I mean, a kid should go to Disney when he's little, right, so he can soak up all that magic or whatever it is. By the time we got back home, I decided that we would all just go. I sort of informed the husband and he sort of just grunted at me, but I figured that a few KFC meals and he would be putty in my hands. I mean, a lot can happen in a year, right? The kids would be more mature, right?
Well, around March I reserved a one-bedroom villa (yes, I know that's an overstatement, but Disney can call its accomodations* anything they want) at Animal Kingdom Lodge. Not my favorite place to stay, but it has a nice pool and I figured the kids would like it. By fall, however, we decided not to go because we had too much going on and besides, did we really want to travel with the twins? I mean, I love them dearly but they're kind of. . . wild. So I sold the points to a friend of mine but later it turned out she couldn't go (valid reasons) so I informed Kevin that we were going. This turned into a week-long funk on his part, mostly because he doesn't think it's a good move for the twins, which I have to agree with, but the room is paid for and my friend couldn't go, so you know, I'm actually saving money by going. Something like that.
So here's the bad part and I guess I feel a tiny bit guilty about it. I'm hiring a sitter for the twins. We'll go out one night and we'll have a sitter one day for them so we can take the older kid to the parks and have a special day because being the older sibling of two-year old twins means you sometimes don't get the kind of attention you deserve because oh my god your brother and sister are on the counters and throwing plates on the floor!!!! Because, you see, my twins are kind of wild. They climb everything. You wouldn't believe what they pulled today. I think if they do okay the first day or two in the parks we'll go ahead and cancel the sitter for the next day, but if they do horribly? Well, I might add another day. I'm fully prepared to let the spouse and older kid go to the parks without me while I entertain the twins in the resort pool which is so big it's zoned as a water park, but I don't want to spend every day that way. Damn it, it's been a rough year and I deserve a vacation.
We'll be gone a week and we're planning on doing all the usual stuff. It should be fun. Also, I really want to see Toon Town one more time before they rip it out and add all that princess stuff (which, I should mention, I don't object to, but I'll miss Mickey's house). And the husband deserves to have a nice night out at Disney, as he believes that all Disney food involves hamburgers and chicken nuggets. Oh, and KFC chicken. Minus the skin, of course.
And that's about that.
*You should never pay rack rate (full price) at Disney. You can pay $5000 for a week in a villa or pay $1500 if you know where to look. Go to www.mousesavers.com to find discounts on rooms or even better, check out www.mouseowners.com for ridiculous deals on Disney Vacation Club rooms. Both of these sites are reputable and the posters will generally have references you can check if you decide to rent from them. I'm a big fan of mouseowners, where people who own timeshares but can't use them at the time rent them out for ridiculously low rates. Seriously, you can save a ton and it would break my heart if you didn't save some money so that you could spend it on important things, like KFC.
So, this post is about my next trip to Disney. If you all know me in real life, you know I'm just the tiniest bit obsessed with Disney World. You wouldn't know it if you walked into my house. I'm not one of those kind of Disney fans, the type of person who has Mickey heads all over the house, although I do wear Mickey Crocs all the time, which pretty much says I've given up on fashion as well as just that I'm a huge nerd. Or that I had sore feet at Disney World and bought a pair. In my case, it's at least two out of three. I still like nice clothing but with three kids, it's not like I have much reason to get dressed up. Anyway, it all started when I moved to Florida and married my first husband. It's his fault. Ironically, now that my first husband has children he doesn't care for going to Disney World, which just goes to show you what a sour puss he is and that I was completely justified in divorcing him and not because I was bored and in my 20s and wanted to date around.
Anyway, the genesis of this first trip actually took place in the shower on the last morning of last year's December trip. Let me just give you some free advice right here, so simple and free that you don't even have to mosey on over to my Disney blog and check it out: Go to Disney in early December because the crowds aren't bad and it's cooler. There. That's all you need to know about going to Disney. Well, and make advanced dining reservations. Anyway, last year's trip was awful. I mean it was terrible. I don't even think I blogged about it, just briefly noted that we had a terrible time. Let me just give you a brief run-down.
First, I generally don't think you should spend good, hard-earned money taking little kids to Disney World. I love the Mouse, will gladly hand over any and all disposable income to the Mouse, but if the Mouse is giving me something for free, I'm going to wonder why because while the Mouse is something that makes me happy, it's still a business and businesses exist to make money. So the fact that kids under three years of age can get into the theme parks for free? Well that should make you go "Hmmmm." And then, now that you can't get that annoying 80s song out of your head, you should think to yourself "Why does Disney want to give my kid free admission in the parks and let them eat free off my plate at a buffet? And, stay in the resort for free, for that matter?" Well, I'm going to tell you: It's because no one in their right mind takes a willful toddler to Disney unless Disney sweetens the pot. And free admission? That's pretty sweet.
So anyway, we took the twins to Disney at 20 months old. It was terrible. It wasn't my original intent to even take them. It was supposed to be a trip with me, the oldest kid, and some friends, but one of the friends and her kid pulled out (for valid reasons, not to try and kill me) and there I was, stuck with a non-refundable condo and two tickets on Southwest which I could transfer, so I did what any reasonable person would do and told the husband that he and the twins were going.
I'll spare you all the details, but it was basically a mess. The twins didn't sleep and refused to stay in their strollers. When they did walk, they went in different directions. I'd actually brought those little backpack/harness things for them. Those were great. For about five minutes and then they wouldn't move. The best time we had with the twins was at Ariel's Grotto, which is a little sprinkler park in the Magic Kingdom. They LOVED that. In fact, I recommend it to you. And at one point, they both slept in the stroller while I sat in Frontierland and chatted with a nice old couple. You know your trip sucked when a highlight was sitting with two retirees and listening to them argue about whether or not they should go on the Carousel of Progress again. It seems they were annual passholders and they were just a little bit sick of Disney. This is why I never want to move to Orlando. But you don't really need to know that right now, do you? Because this isn't about my future retirement plans. Right.
There were high points. Since my best friend came with us, she and I went out at night. I mean, who am I to deny her a nice time, right? We ate at a few nice restaurants on property, including one of my favorites, Artist Point (good food, easy to get a reservation, not too many kids) and the California Grill, where we had a window seat and a view of the Magic Kingdom. I totally recommend this to you as well, especially Artist Point. The husband stayed in the condo with the kids at night. I threw him a bone one night and brought him some KFC, which I never buy because it's disgusting and Pamela Anderson told me it's inhumane. At some point I called him to see how he was faring and he accused me of eating the skin off his chicken before I gave it to him. So there I am, at a reasonably swanky adult dinner, talking to my husband on the phone who is struggling to put three crazy kids to bed and wants to know where his damn chicken skin is. I mean, apparently it fell off at the restaurant or some disgruntled KFC worker on Highway 192 pulled it off for spite before she gave it to me because I swear to God I didn't touch it. I'm still not sure he believes me, but really, who goes out to a nice dinner but first eats their poor husband's fast food chicken skin beforehand? I don't even like chicken skin. Aside from dinner out, my best friend and I had a couple of nights in the Magic Kingdom after it closed, just sitting there watching the castle turn colors and relaxing while everyone else rushed to the buses. But otherwise, it was the kind of trip where you find yourself saying over and over again, "We're never doing this again."
And we did say it, over and over again: In front of Space Mountain, which we didn't go on because we have little kids. In front of the Haunted Mansion, which we didn't go on because we have little kids. Even in front of Pirates of the Caribbean, which we didn't go on . . . . Well, you get the picture. We said it at least one hundred times and when we didn't say it, we were giving each other the stink eye, thinking it. We're never doing this again!!!!!!!!
There were a couple of things we did wrong, and they were big ones. One, we stayed off site. This place is in one of those developments that is "close" to Disney property, but Disney property is huge and if you have little kids who are spending most of their time in the Magic Kingdom, this is a disaster, as you take three modes of transportation just to get into the park (car, tram in the parking lot, and then the ferry or monorail to get to the park). It literally took an hour to get from the condo to the Magic Kingdom. The other thing we did wrong was stay for a short amount of time. We literally got there on Saturday morning and left very early on Tuesday morning. This didn't give the little kids a chance to adjust to the unfamliar condo. It was just new stuff and excitement all the time, which was fine for a six-year old, but not so much for two toddlers.
Anyway, so I was in the shower the morning we were leaving and I was kind of depressed, thinking that we wouldn't be back for two years, because you all know how obsessed I am with Disney World, so I decided that me and my older kid would go in December. I mean, a kid should go to Disney when he's little, right, so he can soak up all that magic or whatever it is. By the time we got back home, I decided that we would all just go. I sort of informed the husband and he sort of just grunted at me, but I figured that a few KFC meals and he would be putty in my hands. I mean, a lot can happen in a year, right? The kids would be more mature, right?
Well, around March I reserved a one-bedroom villa (yes, I know that's an overstatement, but Disney can call its accomodations* anything they want) at Animal Kingdom Lodge. Not my favorite place to stay, but it has a nice pool and I figured the kids would like it. By fall, however, we decided not to go because we had too much going on and besides, did we really want to travel with the twins? I mean, I love them dearly but they're kind of. . . wild. So I sold the points to a friend of mine but later it turned out she couldn't go (valid reasons) so I informed Kevin that we were going. This turned into a week-long funk on his part, mostly because he doesn't think it's a good move for the twins, which I have to agree with, but the room is paid for and my friend couldn't go, so you know, I'm actually saving money by going. Something like that.
So here's the bad part and I guess I feel a tiny bit guilty about it. I'm hiring a sitter for the twins. We'll go out one night and we'll have a sitter one day for them so we can take the older kid to the parks and have a special day because being the older sibling of two-year old twins means you sometimes don't get the kind of attention you deserve because oh my god your brother and sister are on the counters and throwing plates on the floor!!!! Because, you see, my twins are kind of wild. They climb everything. You wouldn't believe what they pulled today. I think if they do okay the first day or two in the parks we'll go ahead and cancel the sitter for the next day, but if they do horribly? Well, I might add another day. I'm fully prepared to let the spouse and older kid go to the parks without me while I entertain the twins in the resort pool which is so big it's zoned as a water park, but I don't want to spend every day that way. Damn it, it's been a rough year and I deserve a vacation.
We'll be gone a week and we're planning on doing all the usual stuff. It should be fun. Also, I really want to see Toon Town one more time before they rip it out and add all that princess stuff (which, I should mention, I don't object to, but I'll miss Mickey's house). And the husband deserves to have a nice night out at Disney, as he believes that all Disney food involves hamburgers and chicken nuggets. Oh, and KFC chicken. Minus the skin, of course.
And that's about that.
*You should never pay rack rate (full price) at Disney. You can pay $5000 for a week in a villa or pay $1500 if you know where to look. Go to www.mousesavers.com to find discounts on rooms or even better, check out www.mouseowners.com for ridiculous deals on Disney Vacation Club rooms. Both of these sites are reputable and the posters will generally have references you can check if you decide to rent from them. I'm a big fan of mouseowners, where people who own timeshares but can't use them at the time rent them out for ridiculously low rates. Seriously, you can save a ton and it would break my heart if you didn't save some money so that you could spend it on important things, like KFC.
Friday, October 23, 2009
We're Very Hip.
I haven't written much lately because I've been really sick for three weeks. First, I got swimmer's ear. All those blissful mornings in the pool while the kids were in childcare ended up giving me a massive, pounding ear infection. Like I'm not uncoordinated enough already. I blame it on the kiddie pool. Don't ask.
Next, me and the boy twin caught a cold. Poor thing. He catches everything and was just this miserble little lump man. Then we all got swine flu. The husband had the most mild case of it, but the boy twin and I have really been hit hard. My oldest child is 7-years old and I can count on one hand and still have room to flip off Dick Cheney the number of times I've needed him to stay home when I was sick; this week, he stayed home two days.
So I'm feeling very hip. I mean, Swine Flu, excuse me H1N1 virus, is soooo trendy. Who wouldn't feel fabulous? I'm expecting my how show on E any minute.
I'll be back later when I'm not sick to tell you all about my fabulous upcoming Disney vacation that I wasn't going to take and everything else.
Next, me and the boy twin caught a cold. Poor thing. He catches everything and was just this miserble little lump man. Then we all got swine flu. The husband had the most mild case of it, but the boy twin and I have really been hit hard. My oldest child is 7-years old and I can count on one hand and still have room to flip off Dick Cheney the number of times I've needed him to stay home when I was sick; this week, he stayed home two days.
So I'm feeling very hip. I mean, Swine Flu, excuse me H1N1 virus, is soooo trendy. Who wouldn't feel fabulous? I'm expecting my how show on E any minute.
I'll be back later when I'm not sick to tell you all about my fabulous upcoming Disney vacation that I wasn't going to take and everything else.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wanda's Macaroni Salad.
At first I was sort of appalled by what this woman was cooking. It doesn't really look like something I would like. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that Sarah kicks butt! She's just on the internet, doing what she wants, being a happy, contented person. Not everyone can do that. Some people have everything and they are miserable, but here's this woman in her little kitchen, just spreading the love. Keep on cooking, Little Momma.
And I'm not going to lie. That pork roast has me intrigued.
And I'm not going to lie. That pork roast has me intrigued.
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