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One Crazy Mama!!
My sweet neighbor Robin who lives next door made the mistake of baking us a chocolate cake yesterday. Normally this is not a mistake, but this time her husband delivered it after we had eaten dinner, and after all of the kids had gone to their rooms for the evening. As he handed me the cake he said, “the icing is phenomenal”. “Hmmm” I thought as I carried the cake plate into the house. How good can it be? I make icing all the time? Is it better than mine?
Well, not a sole was around. So, of course I lifted the lid and took one tiny finger swipe from the bottom of the cake. Oh my! Chocolatey, rich, creamy. Yum! Maybe I’ll have one more, but that’s all. Oh, just one more what’s it gonna hurt. Who’s gonna know? No one even knows the cake is in the house for goodness sake. That was it; two swipes I promise.
This morning the twins spotted the cake, and being the good mother that I am I told them I would send them some in their lunch. Well, there it was again that velvety smooth icing staring me in the face. So, ya guessed it I sampled it one more time. How would it taste with coffee? Maybe I’ll have just a spoon full as my breakfast with my coffee. I am going to the Y after all. I’ll burn it off in no time.
I went to the Y and repented. Sweated off the icing and totally forgot about the whole incident. Came home took care of my laundry, planted plants, and ate lunch. But the cake just kept sittin there. Now keep in mind we’re not talking about a triple decker layer cake with all the trimmings. This is just a single layer plain chocolate cake with some icing on it. But, I’ve got to tell ya the icing got the best of me. Because every time I passed that blasted cake I took one more swipe of icing, and before the day was over it looked like a bunch of Mole Rats had been through my kitchen.
It did occur to me on more than one occasion that my kids were going to hit the door asking for a snack. And, I knew that the first thing that they were going to ask for was that chocolate cake. What was I going to do? I could throw it away! I could say the dog ate it! And then it hit me! Aha! I could re-ice the cake. Brilliant!! I think it looks lovely! I don’t think they’ll ever be the wiser!! Shhhh!!!
Whew! I feel so much better after telling ya’ll about this incident! Thanks for listening!!
One Crazy Mama
One evening last week before we took Taylor to school we all had dinner together one last time. Now, I don’t know about your family, but dinners at our house can bring out the best and worst in dinner conversations. During dinner I brought up that our local Steak and Shake in town was being converted to a Taco Cabana. That in itself is really not newsworthy. What is newsworthy is that within the city limits of Lake Worthless we probably have no less than 8-10 Mexican restaurants. People, we are only talking about a 2-3 mile drag of rodeway.
Well, of course the kids were in disbelief that there could be so many Mexican restaurants so we began naming them: Mexican Inn, Taco Cabana, Taco Bell, Rosas, El Paseo, Dos Pericos, Taco Casa, and then I said it Areola’s. Which is what I have always called Arizola’s Mexican Restaurant. It just slipped out. (As you probably have guessed I can be somewhat of a loose canon at times.) I have never called this restaurant by the correct name. John just shook his head. Maybe the kids hadn’t heard. We’ll just keep eatin like nothin happened. More chicken anyone?? But, oh no!!!
Taylor busts out laughin.
And here comes Austin, “What did you say?”. “No, really I didn’t hear you.”
Cole, “She said Areola.”
Austin, “What is an Areola anyway?”
Taylor is laughing hysterically.
John is still shaking his head.
John Wyatt is now chanting Areola, Areola, Areola.
John is just staring at me from across the table.
We are all refusing to define Areola for Austin, because at our house we have always insisted on using the proper words: Nurple, Front Bottom , Back Bottom, etc. So now Austin is googling the definition on his phone.
Austin, “How do you spell Areola?”
John looking at me as if to say,” are you the mother or another teenager I’m raising”.
At this point Cole says, “I’ve never known. Is the Areola just the knob or the whole stereo?”. Oh boy, I am pretty sure that I have broccoli coming out of my nose by now.
And all the while John Wyatt is still chanting Areola, Areola, Areola, only now Audrey has decided to join him.
Taylor is on the floor laughing hysterically.
John says, “You know they are going to teach this to all the other first graders don’t you?”
Austin, “My phone doesn’t even have this definition!”
I don’t think Austin ever got the definition of Areola!
Just to clear things up…wikipedia says the Areola is used to describe any circular area such as the colored skin surrounding the nipple.
One Crazy Mama
Ok…For whatever reason…user error…call it what you want. I could not get these pics to upload to the previous entry about the “fabo” Hen Baby Shower that we held for Erin. Who you can now see in the picture above. Ok, take a minute to scan the lovely ladies. Can you guess which one is pregnant???? Give up??? No, this is not a joke. The beautiful lady in green is like 7+ months prego with baby number 5. I know SHUT UP!! It ticks me off too.
Ok, I was pregnant with twins for numbers 4 and 5 but I still shopped at Academy in the tent section for the third trimester. Life is just not fair, and we are obviously not all created equal. Can I get an Amen Sista!! Anyway, these are just a few of my sweet Hen friends that live in Hooterville with me. As we go along I will introduce you to all them. In this pic left to right: Mandy, Erin, Lynn, Me, and Vanessa. There are 12 of us Hens in all, and if I did the math correctly we have 34 kids between us. Soon to be 35. Stay tuned…..
I enjoy cooking. Now, that’s not to say that I put on my “June Cleaver” apron and parade around my kitchen smiling the whole time while Ward and the Beav throw the ball around the yard. Oh no! I enjoy it, but there are also times I have to selfishly admit that I would rather nuke some fish sticks, throw out some cheese cubes, toss on a few grapes and call it haute cuisine. But since I am a stay at home mom with a life of leisure, and I do have quite a bit of free time in between the soap operas, manis, pedis, spa treatments, naps, and bon bons I do like to make a home cooked meal every now and then. **Surely you know I jest about the naps**
During a regular week I probably cook dinner for my crew an average of 4-5 nights a week. I consider that to be a pretty good average for a busy family of seven with plenty of daily and nightly activities. I try to accommodate the variety of likes and dislikes in our house. Which can be a true challenge! Who will eat broccoli and who will gag at the sight of it. Have you had a gagger at the dinner table? Let’s just say we don’t make Cole “try” broccoli anymore. Puhleese!!
I am always in search of new recipes; always trying to shake it up a little. Sausage, pepper and onions tonight. Fish tacos tomorrow. Maybe Buffalo burgers on Wednesday. Shoot, we had Seafood Paella just last week. Anyway you get my drift. I try not to serve the same ole things over and over. Do you ever get in those kinds of ruts? Where you just seem to be fixing the same six dishes over and over again… Ya, me too!!
Last Sunday I was fresh out of ideas for dinner so I fixed grilled chicken, asparagus with hollandais sauce, strawberries, and corn on the cob. As I put dinner on the table I said, “Prepare to be amazed!” And J.W., (he is 5) said, “Why should we be amazed? It’s not like this is the first time you have ever cooked dinner!”
Maybe I will see if fish sticks will amaze him next time!!
How is it already Thursday??
This week has flown by, and I have accomplished absolutely nothing on my to-do list: Organize the closets. Nope. Weed the flowerbeds. Nope. Wipe down the baseboards. (a thankless task if you ask me!) Nope. Re-stain the jungle gym. Nope. Remove fingerprints and face prints (you know you have them too!) from car windows. Nope. Get porch ready for spring. Oh, sure I had good intentions but you know how that goes! Nope. NOpe. NOPe. NOPE!
But! I have managed to do the following: On Friday I spent a delightful evening chatting and laughing with girlfriends. Thank you…Shanna, Caroline and Tammy! Sunday we took the twins, my niece and nephew to the Rainforest Cafe and to the park.
On Monday, I did get a haircut! And if you know me personally you know that that is my absolute favorite day of the month! Oh, how I love a haircut!! Then the twins and I picked up our sweet friend Grace so she could spend a few days with us, play with the dogs, swim, and slip and slide. On Tuesday, Shanna and her spunky girls came over to join in on the slip and slide action. Wednesday my dear friend Lucinda (mother of Grace) and her daughter Caitlin made the drive over to Hooterville for a visit. They always make me miss living in D Town. Today, Thursday, maybe a couple of chores. Tomorrow, The Captain and I are taking the twins to Austin for the weekend for a little Texas Size fun.
Did I take care of all the mundane chores that needed to done around the house to keep it in shape…Ready for company at a moment’s notice…Ready for Southern Living should they call for that photo shoot I’ve been hoping for? No, but I actually think I accomplished quite a bit. I sat and did nothing, laughed with the kids, enjoyed the moment, ate a snow cone, screamed at a frog, made a great marinara sauce from scratch, started a blog, finished a magazine, took a walk to the pond, I visited with girlfriends, and I loved my life.
Sunday, my sweet big boys come home, and all will be right again in my world. All of my chicks will be back in the nest, school will start again, the routine of day to day will get under way, every night will have a different activity, I will complain about the laundry and the lack of time, and for some strange reason all of that will be comforting.
Enjoy the day! Find something to laugh at… even if it is yourself! One Crazy Mama