Mom tip From a Sucky Blogger

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Two months since my last post....and now I'm just posting a draft that I had done several weeks ago.....Wow, I really do suck at this blog thing...

Do your kids fight over the front seat like its the only thing in life that matters? Does this frequently make you want to slam your head into the car door, over and over again until you are no longer aware of what's going on around you? If so, you and I have been on the same boat, my friend.

My kids have been at this for far, far too long and I finally put a stop to it. And it only cost me $1.97. I bought one of those small purse/pocket calendars and wrote my kids' initials on alternating days for the rest of the year to stop front car seat fighting and this is also a great way to remember things like "make 24 superhero cupcakes from Pinterest that you're going to attempt and fail at and then buy a giant bag of mini candy bars for WAY over priced to save your ass at the last minute that are due tomorrow that the kids usually wait the morning of to tell you!" (hey, it's okay. We all do it). Because you know you'll be looking at that thing every time you get into the car, because let's be honest...the kids argue over that shit every. day. of. my. life. 

Now when we get in the car I look at the calendar to see who's day it is to have the front seat and save myself from the ridiculous argument and whining between them over who gets the front seat, where I just end up pissed. Who wants to start their day like that? Not I. 

And you have to go into this with only three ground rules for them (feel free to add more if you want to be the one to remember them all and enforce them. Sometimes less is more):

1. If there is another adult riding in the car, you automatically lose your seat and go to the back. 

2. If it's your birthday, you get the front seat no matter who's turn it is and no matter who is in the car. Feeling slightly upset when your birthday lands on your day anyway and you don't get the pleasure of stealing the seat from your sibling as a present to yourself is optional. 

3. If we don't go anywhere on the day it's your turn to have the front seat and you feel like your sibling got "two turns", tough shit. Get over it. Sometime it'll be your turn to get "two turns". Parents, if you're going to fall into this trap and try to keep track of who's turn was last and debate with them about, you wasted $1.97 and accomplished nothing. 

I'm not always the perfect Mom, but when I add in a Mom/Life hack to my life that was handed down to me from something my Mom used to use when I was a kid and I remember that it worked, I'm gonna share that shit. You're welcome. 

Another option to this problem, is you can find out that the legal age for a child to ride in the front seat is from the local police department, like I did, and kick your kids aged six and under to the back. This might help eliminate some of your drama. In my situation however, it did not apply to me. So, this calendar is making it's home in my visor for the next two years and it has made our morning routine a little less of an episode where Mommy just about loses her, that's good. 

Lastly, a side note, that when I purchased my calendar, I was secretly disappointment that my only cover design options to choose form were limited to puppies, kitties, and a hideous floral design that looked like it belonged on a table cloth. Apparently Wal-Mart has the understanding that the only people in need of a pocket calendar to organize their lives are children and elderly folk. Am I wrong here? I think not...
I picked the puppies, in case you were wondering. 

Reasons Why I refuse to let my children share my bed

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Every parent has the right to raise their children the way they want to, and although a lot of times we don't agree with one another's parenting tactics, we all have our own way of doing things and finding what works best for us and our families. I have been on both sides of the spectrum with "bed sharing", allowing it the first few years with my oldest, and not allowing it at all with my youngest. With that being said, I have learned that NOT letting my kids sleep in my bed works best for me, and I don't feel badly about that at. all. 

And these are the reasons why... 

1. I have learned that sleeping with any child under the age of twelve is worse than the many many hours of painful labor and delivery that was spent bringing them into this world. 

2. Because Brody (age 12) won't stay in his side of the bed or keep his knees out of my back. By early, early morning I will give him a firm nudge and yell "Move over to your side of the bed or wear a glass of water!" 

3. Because Alyssa (age 11) is just, I don't even know what...knees, feet, swinging arms, hogging the bed....I literally got smacked across the face by her one night, to which the following morning I told her I would rather sleep on a bed of glass than do that again. 

4. Because if Gradey's (age 7) feet kick me in the face one more time, I'm going to lose my shit! Why are your feet even on this end of the bed?!?! 

5. Because Max (age 5) cuddles up a little too close and wedges himself down into the crack where my side meets the bed and I can't move for the fear of squishing him. And his frequent squirming and noises makes me feel like Adam Sandler on Big Daddy when the pissed pants kid kept squirming on the newspapers.  

6. From the time that my kids go to bed until they wake up is MY time. It's important to me that my kids get to bed at a decent time and get their rest and that I have that time to myself or with Marty. I take this time for myself to do what I want and what makes me happy, and I don't feel a bit guilty about it. Just because I'm a Mom doesn't mean that I'm no longer Nicole. 

7. Because not only is it important for me to have that time for myself, but it's important for my relationship (as I feel like it should be for all relationships). What kind of quality time can a man and woman have if there are kids staying up late with them and/or sleeping in their beds?? Just because we're parents doesn't mean we don't still have a relationship to care for, and that's just as important for a family as anything else. People tend to forget that and put their relationship on the back burner, and that just doesn't work. 

8. Kids are dirty and they leave crumbs and stuff in your bed, and sometimes you'll find a dry, crusted booger on your pillow that they picked and wiped God knows how long ago. That's not really the kind of bed I want to climb into at night. 

9. Kids in my bed requires me to have to wear underwear, and sometimes you just want to "free ball" it. 

10. It's important for me to have my own "space" and for my kids to respect that and have those boundaries. They are allowed to come into my room as it is all of our home, but it's my room and they need to treat it how they would want someone to treat theirs. There's nothing wrong with having boundaries such as this, and I think it's a good thing to raise them to be respectful of others and their things/space. 

11. You know when you hear other parents talking about how they can't keep their kids out of their beds now that they're older because it's such a habit for them?...I don't have that problem, nor do I want to. Parenting is hard enough the way it is, why make it harder? I mean, breaking a child from that "security blanket" (whatever it may be) is the worst. Breaking my oldest from this took for freaking ever and completely tested my patience and consistency as a parent for sure! I knew that with my second child that I wasn't going to do that again. I never allowed my kids to have pacifiers growing for this same reason, and I quickly learned my lesson with the bed sharing as well. 

12. I don't need to share a bed with my children in order to create a close bond with them. We're sleeping for crying out loud. When they were infants, I would lay with them in my bed while I breastfed them or we napped, and that was great quality bonding time for both of us and we still slept in our separate beds at night. The best of both worlds right there, I tell ya. 

13. I believe it's important for kids to create a sense of independence and some responsibility, even at a young age. If we do things for our children that they should be learning to do themselves, we're just setting them up to have a difficult time coping with things as they get older. Sleeping in their own bed, along with other things, falls into this category in my household. 

14. I don't let my kids run my life and have their way with whatever they want. So many parents completely lose who they are with parenting and give into so many things they shouldn't to avoid upsetting their kids or dealing with a meltdown or that they might make them unhappy. Am I guilty of occasionally giving into something that I might normally not, yes...we all do. But, they are children, I am an adult and their Mother...I tell them what's best for them and our family, they don't tell me. End of story. 

15. I don't want to take the chance of waking up in a puddle of or to the smell of piss. Ever.

If you're one of those parents that disagrees with everything I just said and you're perfectly content sharing a bed with your pissy pants kids over that of your partner and best friend, more power to you. I'm glad you've found what works for you and your family. I think you're insane, but I'm happy for you.

If you're one of those like I was after I was two years deep into a horrific bedtime routine with my toddler that refused to sleep without me, then what I suggest to you is this:

Patience and consistency. It's much, much easier said than done, I know. Especially when you're tired in the middle of the night and you don't want to mess with the bullshit. But, if you find a plan, and really stick to it EVERY night, I promise that it only takes a week or two to break the habit, surprisingly, and before you know it you'll be sleeping peacefully or gettin' your freak on in your own bed again. Good luck. 


Thursday, May 14, 2015

Today is my youngest son and little sister's birthdays. As much as I tried to prevent them from sharing the same birthday, I have learned to love this little connection they have with sharing their special day. I love these two more than they will ever know, they both have such a fun, witty, and sarcastic sense of humor that I love so much. My life wouldn't be the same without them.

What moms really want for Mother's Day

Friday, May 8, 2015

Mother's Day is rapidly approaching and I'm scrambling around to get our Mother's Day weekend plans together, because that's the kind of procrastinating genius that I am, and I pull it off every. single. time. 
This year my kids and I are spending the night at my Mom/Grandma's house, along with my sister, for pizza, movies, popcorn and pj's (I wish there was another word for movies that started with a 'p' OCD senses are tingling!!). I'm visualizing the closest thing I can get to a junior high sleepover in my 30's. The next day we're going to church, then hanging out all day until we have Sunday dinner. It's going to be awesome.

But, as fun as that night will be to spend the evening with three generations of Mom's and my children for our "Special Day", do you know what I really want for Mother's Day?? 
I'm going to go into some incredible detail here...

The Perfect Mother's day.....I want to wake up from an amazing nights sleep in a big, comfy, fluffy bed with all white bedding (I don't know why, but that appeals to me), with the windows open and the morning sun shining in and the curtains blowing gently in the breeze while a cute little song bird is perched on my window sill singing a 'Good Morning, you're the most amazing, beautiful, and intelligent woman alive" song to me (nothing too, too fancy). Then, in walks Marty and all of our kids, carrying a tray of breakfast that they worked on since the sun came up to make it perfect, but failed miserably. I have no problem eating burnt toast and acting like it's the best damn toast I've ever ate, the thought is what counts. I also want a little vase on the breakfast tray with a flower in it. While I'm eating they can sit and cuddle with me and tell me good morning and give me their little crafts that they made at school...and maybe tell me how amazing they think I am for everything that I do for them. While they clean up their huge breakfast mess, I will take a shower. After I shower and get dressed, I will walk around the house and kiss Marty and all the kids good bye, as they are finishing up the breakfast mess and have moved onto doing laundry, making beds, and all the other shit that needs done around the house. After my goodbye's, I will go out and sit on my porch, drinking a second cup of coffee in peace and enjoying the spring air and warm sunshine and the sound of the washer/dryer and dishwasher running from inside the house....just then, a limo pulls up. What's this?!.... The driver steps out and opens the back door for me, like a gentleman. When I get in the back seat, I'm greeted by all of my closest girl friends (who also had the best Mother's Day mornings ever), and one of them hands me a glass of wine, no wait...champagne, it's fancier. As we all share stories from our mornings and keep the champagne flowing, our driver takes us to the. greatest. place. on. earth........the spa. There, my friends and I will spend the next 6-8 hours being fully pampered, receiving every service they offer and being fed decadent chocolates, truffles, covered strawberries, and champagne all day long. Oh, and the best dresses, shoes, and jewelry designed especially for our naturally beautiful bodies that were hand picked by some of the best designers ever will be delivered to the salon. At the end of the day we step out of the salon, looking like we're straight from Sex and The City, we stumble (but feeling like a million bucks) back to our limo where our driver takes us to the most amazing restaurant that ever lived....the kind that required a reservation, that I didn't make. We will feast until our dresses become even more 'form fitting', then after the waiter tells us that someone generously paid our bill and gave him a  pretty hefty tip, we will go bar hopping until the sun comes up (bar hopping sounds trashy and club hopping sounds too "Justin Beiber" for me....Not a dive bar...but not a ridiculous club swarming with young 20 somethings either. I'm talking a sophisticated bar with a bartender that is actually passionate about what they do and not just pouring beers, a place designed for this limo full of gorgeous women and has a good band...and maybe a dance floor for the ladies that are into getting wasted and dancing (not me). And someone, we don't know who nor do we care who, has graciously and anonymously paid our bar tab. Aren't we lucky??). When the sun comes up, we will strut into Perkins, torn dresses and running mascara (feeling like a thousand bucks), for a $12.99 breakfast that tastes better than the $200 per plate dinner we had the night before, if only because we're exhausted and hungover still drunk. Get back in the limo, and pass the hell out on the long ride home, where we return to an impeccably cleaned house where I go back to that amazing bedroom scene that I mentioned 48 hours ago....and sleep for the rest of the day. The End. 
Who's in??

The chances of that exact day happening for me is pretty slim. But a girl can dream, right? And maybe I can't have the whole dream cake, but I could at least get a piece of it....maybe?.......please???.................pretty please???? I would even settle for a day of being able to take a piss without a knock at the door...or to see my sofa throw pillows to stay on the sofa....or to have my kids go twelve hours without fighting....those things could happen for me, right? .......right???

Here's what other Mom's in my neck of the woods are wishing for this Mother's Day....

"I just want a hot meal. I want to sit down at the dinner table first and be the first one done. I want an uninterrupted hot meal where I don't have to get up to clean the spilled ketchup, or get someone a plate of seconds...I don't want to help anybody! I just want to eat!"

"To be left alone"

"I want to go to the bathroom without one of my kids barging in."


"I would like to spend Mother's Day with my son somewhere fun and have a spa day all to myself."

"A day where someone else cooked and cleaned while I do nothing all day. Or a day at the spa, for real."

"I want to go out drinking and dancing."

"Peace, quiet, and not having to lift a finger for meals (all of my favorites, of course). I don't ask for much!"

"A mother's ring or necklace, breakfast in bed, and a peaceful bubble bath."

"I would just like for someone to take me out to eat. I hate cooking. I don't need any gifts at all."

"Someone to cook, clean, take care of the kids and laundry for the day while I sleep in and wake up whenever I want. And then watch Criminal Minds reruns all day long with a couple boxes of Dove caramel chocolate bars (There's only 3 to a damn box, so I would need 2 boxes!)....Oh, and the house has to be cleaned and laundry DONE and put away!"

"A 30 minute bubble bath or massage....Honestly, as sad as it sounds, 30 minutes to an hour to just decompress."

"A nice, peaceful day...without children."

"To have my son home for our Mother's Day get together would be a great present....If I have to pick something material, I would say a windmill for my front yard."

"To have laundry done and house cleaned already before I start my weekend so that for once I can really HAVE a weekend."

"I want a kid free weekend at an amusement park with friends....and every day for one week I want to take a shower without being bothered! It's been too long since I've had a silent shower!!"

"What I want for Mother's Day: someone to wipe my ass for once. I'm sick of wiping my kids' asses when they need it and I want someone to wipe mine. oh, and someone to wipe my snotty nose...or give me money, with no questions asked, just because they have to take care of me."

"To not have to make dinner or do dishes."

"I always feel the most relaxed getting my hair done, so a gift certificate for that with no kids would be wonderful."

"A spotless house, a massage, and some peace and quiet!!!!"

"The last couple of years I just wanted to go on a nature walk/hike with my family. Just being with them and being outdoors, my two favorite things. I also look forward every year to the homemade gifts the kids bring home from school. They mean so much and I love seeing how proud they are and how happy it makes them to give it. I'm sad that my oldest is "too old" for that now."

"A spa/massage pass would be amazing!"

"Flowers. Lots of them to plant."

"You now what I really want for Mother's Day? I want a weeks vacation on an island with a handful of staff that can wait on ME hand and foot so I can just sit and read my suitcase of books or do whatever in the hell I want, when I want, and how I want to do it....that may sound selfish, but dammit, that's what I want!"

May all you Mom's out there be lucky enough to get what you wish for this Mother's Day....
even if it's just the burnt toast.

The True and Pathetic Story of Why I can't Travel Anywhere (prettymuch) Outside of My Hometown Without an Escort

Monday, May 4, 2015

Before I begin this post I would just like to disclose to my readers, that this will no longer be the page where a woman freely says the "F" word as much as she may want to, if at all ever. I spent some time at my Grandmas this last Sunday awhile ago and helped her with her laptop to show her a few things around her email, etc (yeah I know, my Grandma is pretty boss getting her first email account n' all). When I saw that she had my brothers blog on her favorites bar, I knew that meant she would want mine on there and start reading it as well. And guys, my grandma just hates the F-Bomb...and I love my Grammy too, too much, so it's got to go. She really didn't appreciate it when she started following me on Pinterest and this was smack dab in the middle of her screen once she started following me. She said, and I quote, "Get that filthy word out of my sight."

I would also like to disclose to my Grandma (If she's found her way over here already), that I will make a F-word Free Fun-tastic page for you to read about your favorite grandchild and her littles, but I can't guarantee that you won't read the occasional word off the more innocent list of curse words. Just pretend they're not there...and anything I said prior to this post may not be held against me. 

Alright...let's go. 
I had originally started this post like...two three four weeks ago. Yyyyeah, but you all know how much of a consistent blogger I am. And by consistent I mean the complete opposite of consistent. So basically I'm just going to put a lot of the photos that have piled in my phone over the last two three four weeks in here and then write about something that one of my readers requested, which is: The True and Pathetic Story of Why I can't Travel Anywhere (pretty much) Outside of My Hometown Without an Escort. How this request came out was when my [younger] sister was requesting a day off from work so she could drive me two hours away for a doctor appointment and she was questioned by her boss (my old boss) why in the world she had to drive her older sister to the doctor when I am very much capable of doing it myself and then said I should write a post about it. So, here we are. This request is much more do-able than the last request I received from the same office of women. The last one was a request to take a video of myself licking a spoon or something to send to her husband....Not saying I'm not weird or awkward enough to do that, I guess I just never got around to it. 

I'm about to let you all in on one of the many weird things about me. It's true, if I drive anywhere more the an hour out of my hometown, I have to have someone drive me. Why? I guess I don't really know, to be honest. So maybe while I'm talking about it in this post, I might learn something new about myself. 

Up to the age of 18, when I got pregnant with my oldest son, I never had the need to drive anywhere outside of my small, southern hometown. It was during my pregnancy that I first noticed my anxiety and fear of being in alot of heavy traffic, especially on the interstate. I didn't even have to be driving, just riding passenger was just as horrible. After that, I just stayed home and avoided traveling anywhere if I could help it. When I worked at the Extension Office (when Brody was about 3 years old) I had to start traveling for meetings, but it was in the middle of the day and the roads were never busy, so I lucked out. The thing is, I actually love to drive. I love when I can get on a highway and listen to my music for a long period of time. I just want the highway, and my car, all to myself and I don't want to deal with all of the traffic. I think more than the cars that bother me, it's the not knowing the roads like the back of my hand like I do in my hometown. I think if I was familiar with the roads then I would get along better....maybe? Maybe I'm just lying to myself to try and make myself seem less lame and childish...that is also a very likely possibility. Today, I don't have these issues nearly as bad with the anxiety of the cars. Now, I just have a fear of being in the car for long periods of time because my body hates me and if I eat ONE WRONG THING prior to the trip, I'm sick the entire way and have to stop at damn near every gas station. Not even kidding, I have to watch what I eat for days prior do being in the car AND take medication about 30 minutes before leaving to avoid having a major IBS attack and wishing I could crawl into a hole and die. It's the worrrrrst. If you don't have IBS and can eat whatever your heart desires with no problems and never get car sick, come over here so I can smack you right in the face, you lucky bastard. If you're on the miserable IBS boat with me, I send you many many hugs and a lifetime supply of Imodium A-D, my friend. 
My stomach 'issues' is not something I've openly talked about with people, so feel extremely lucky that I just let you in on that little bit of [too much] information. It may never happen again.

Although my anxiety is much better and nearly nonexistent, I still have a family member or friend drive me out of town, but mostly now it's only because it's just the norm with us and not because I necessarily need it. Usually it gives us a chance to go out to eat somewhere that is outside of the small handful of fast food places that our small town has and my sister and I may or may not totally jam out to some lame tunes (that I will not name) on a pre-made CD titled "Sister Trip" the entire way. I'm sure it's a major pain in the ass for my loved ones and I feel bad when they have to take time off work to chauffeur me around, but I look at it as a day to spend with them as well, and I know they would be lying if they said they didn't enjoy my company as well....and for that, I am not sorry.

Mom, if you're reading's your turn to drive me to my next appointment in a month. 

I'm home

Friday, March 6, 2015

Do you ever have one of those weeks? I mean, really one of those weeks where you just feel "off". I had one of those weeks. I knew I was ready to come home and have some time to myself and recharge... And that's a exactly what I did tonight. I came straight home after work and could hardly wait to get into my sweats and workout shoes. I knew the sun was going down and I needed to get outside and in the current moment. Letting everything around me go and just clear my head. I had my headphones in with some pretty amazing, relaxing classical shit playing and I just ran, hard...and maybe cried a little (not because I'm not okay, but because I am okay and I'm a woman and that's what we do. We cry, and we hate it as much as you do, guys). I just needed to have that burn and get in that moment and just let go. After I put my hands on my knees and let it out, I stood up...and this is what I saw. 
How amazing is that? That I can walk out my front door and see something so peaceful and beautiful? 
From that point on, I spent the rest of my jog soaking in the surroundings of my new home. This place brings me so much comfort, happiness, and truly feeds my soul. 

I'm at the end of my jog...I'm sitting here on a small pile of wood in my backyard to write this as I watch the sun go down. I'm warm and happy with the realization tonight that this foreign place that I was worried about moving to just a short time ago is the place that I now love the most. It's where I want to be, and where I belong. 
I'm home. 


Tuesday, March 3, 2015

I've been struggling what to put into a blog post this past couple of weeks with all the illness that's hit my family, the insanely good book that is consuming all my free time, and the fact that I'm pouring most of the "lately details" in to another post...then I stumbled across Fuck Yeah Surveys (love the name) that has different surveys, and there was a food one. Perfect!!! 

This should be fun....for me, anyway...

1. How do you feel about golden oreos? I've actually never had one before, and don't really care to. If I'm going to put those calories in my body I'm not going to fuck around with some "wannabe oreo". I need the real deal. Double Stuff, please. 
2. What is your favorite dessert topping? Dessert topping? This could mean so many different things....Like, do I like my pumpkin pie topped with enough whipped cream to cover the entire piece? Yes. Do I love strawberry, butter scotch, or chocolate topping on my ice cream? Duh. So I guess the answer to this question is simple: all of them. 
3. What is your favorite flavor/brand of bubble gum? It really depends on what I'm going for....(the person that created this survey isn't really into food like they think they are, or they would understand that there is NO simple answers to these questions.) If I'm going for fruity and bubble, Bublicious. If I'm going for fresh breath, I prefer mints but I would choose Trident. But I never, and I mean never, eat Big Red gum. That's another story, for another day. 
4. Favorite cheese? Yes...and extra, please?  
5. Favorite Lunch Meat? Um...the kind that's not past it's expiration date. 
6. Favorite ice cream flavor? Mint Chocolate Chip, all the days of my life. 
7. Best looking food? The kind on my plate, that I'm preparing to eat. 
8. Best food to put cheese on? Really??? Pizza....Tacos....Fried Potatoes....Chicken Fajitas....Eggs...Salad....Baked Potatoes.....French Fries....Several kinds of soup, which I choose not to sit here an name off....I mean, I could go on all day here. 
9. Best sexual food? Honey....Chocolate Syrup....Whip Cream.....If I'm being honest here, there's really no limitations for me on this one. 
10. Best tasting drink in the summer? Sweet Tea. 
11. Best tasting drink in winter? Hot Sweet Tea....or Coffee. 
12. Best food for a night out with friends? My first instinct is to say Pizza....but I know my body hates me and I would be sick in the restroom all night if I did that. I could eat all my friends' crusts? 
13. Best foods to eat with a roll? How about you ask me what the worst food to eat with a roll is....that would be easier. 
14. Messiest food, in your opinion? Tacos at home. We always fill them way....waaaay too full. 
15. Easist food to prepare? A bowl of cereal. 
16. Cheapest food you ever ate? A frozen Chicken Pot Pie from Aldi for $0.79 
17. Most expensive food you ever ate? Probably the thing I always got at Red Lobster. It had the word "feast" in it, it was like $28.00. 
18. Stinkiest food you ever ate? Probably Parmesan Cheese. My family calls it "Butt Pick"...because that's what it smells like....and that's what my family is like. We're awesome. 
19. Favorite dipping sauce? For what? I need to know what I'm dipping....
20. Best pizza topping? Pretty much anything, but sausage and mushroom is a favorite. But in the end it doesn't matter because it's all held together with the best part: the cheese. 
21. Favorite potato chip flavor? I'm not really a "chip fan"...but my favorite chips are Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips. 
22. Most toxic substance you ever ate? I don't know what this means....I don't eat toxic substances. Sometimes when I'm getting ready in the morning and I spray too much hairspray, it gets in my mouth....does that count? If so, hairspray. 
23. Most calories you ate in one meal? Ha! I know I have eaten my daily goal of 1,200 calories in one meal before. Which is why I was super overweight. 
24. Favorite soda? I don't drink soda anymore....but I treat myself to one, it's usually a Coke. The worse one. 
25. Favorite flavor of juice? Grape. 
26. Favorite Vegetable? Carrots or Broccoli, because they're the only two that I really like both raw and cooked. 
27. Favorite fruit? All of them. Literally. 
28. Worst canned food? Canned Chicken from the supermarket. That's just wrong...
29. Best side dish? Macaroni and Cheese Corn good, and kills my stomach every. damn. time.  But every now and then it's worth it. 
30. Worst fast food restuarant?'s all delicious. They're made with tons of preservatives, salt, and fat to make our body's want more. I would be a lying sack of shit if I said I didn't love fast food. But, if I had to pick something...I've never really been a fan of the Big Mac (the sauce is weird). 
31. Best restaurant? I'm really going back and forth with myself on this one because I just ate at a couple of really good places, but it was my first time. So I'll go with Texas Roadhouse in Des Moines or Hickory Park in Ames. 
32. Best smelling food? Don't make me pick...
33. Favorite appetizer? Spinach and Artichoke Dip from Applebees. 
34. Favorite cookie flavor? My sister's Snickerdoodle cookies are a-maze-ing.
35. Favorite cake flavor? Do you even know me?? I cannot pick a favorite cake. Because they're ALL amazing. I'm kind of mad that my parents didn't name me Cupcake, they apparently don't know me either. 
36. Favorite pie flavor? Peach...or the Crunchy topping of a Pecan Pie. 
37. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow. 
38. Ketchup or Mustard? Both, but not mixed. That's gross. 
39. Best food to have on a date? The kind that won't give me diarrhea. 
40. Most share-able food? There's no such thing. 

I can't believe they asked me to pick a favorite cake....

Getting to know your kids

Friday, February 20, 2015

Remember this post from a couple of years ago (two years to the day, to be exact!) when I interviewed the boys separately? I was reading it to them and they enjoyed hearing what their answers had been and wanted to do it again! I, of course, grabbed a pen and paper and jumped on that wagon while it was passing by. So, here we are, Kids Interview, Round Two.
(Brody, age 12...Gradey, age 6 1/2)

What do you look forward to/not look forward to about becoming an adult?
  • Brody "Getting Money/Paying Bills"
  • Gradey "Getting lots of money at my job/not being able to get a job"

What day of the week is your favorite and why?
  • Brody "Friday, because it's the end of the week"
  • Gradey "Monday and Friday, because I have P.E."

What is snow made out of?
  • Brody "Frozen rain"
  • Gradey "Rain and Frozen ice drops"

What do you think old people do for fun?
  • Brody "Play Suduku and drink coffee"
  • Gradey "Just sit around and uhh...yeah, just sit around"

What's your favorite dinner that Mommy makes?
  • Brody "Chicken Pot Pie"
  • Gradey "Chicken Pot Pie"

(Showing them a clear glass that I filled halfway full with water)
Is this glass half full or half empty?
  • Brody "Half Full"
  • Gradey "Half Full"

If you could change one house rule, what would it be?
  • Brody "Unlimited video game time"
  • Gradey "Let me break stuff"

If you could be invisible for one day, what would you do? 
  • Brody "Walk around and listen to people's conversations"
  • Gradey "Scare people"

What are you afraid of?
  • Brody "The dark"
  • Gradey "Lions and tigers"

If could pick a different name for yourself, what would it be?
  • Brody "Robert"
  • Gradey "Jack"

What's your favorite thing about Daddy/Mommy?
  • Brody "We like to work on cars together/You're a good cook"
  • Gradey "He plays with me sometimes/You rub and tickle my back"

What do you think would be the hardest thing about being deaf?
  • Brody "Can't hear what other people are saying"
  • Gradey "Not hearing people and then they get mad at you"

At what age do you think one becomes an adult? Why?
  • Brody "18, because that's when you get to move out"
  • Gradey "35, because that's my favorite number"

If you were someone's pet animal, what kind of pet would you be and what would your name be?
  • Brody "A dog named Cujo"
  • Gradey "A dog named Bella"

What do you think the highest paying job is?
  • Brody "A construction worker"
  • Gradey "US Bank, where my dad works"

**see photos above for what it's like when I ask "Can Mommy just a get a quick picture of you guys together?". Gradey insisted on posing with the soccer ball and after the fourth one, I just gave up. 
Thanks for cooperating, Robert and Jack. 

Chicken Pot Pie

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

It's time again to talk about some food. You all know I can't go long without sharing a recipe or talking about food...It's my passion. Do you know what it's like to be a huge lover of food and have so many food restrictions?! It really sucks! I can't eat most of the food I cook, so I get my enjoyment from cooking for others and seeing them enjoy it. Lucky bastards.

This is a recipe that I created a couple of months ago on a whim, and lucky for me it turned out to be a success. Both my boys, my sister, and her boyfriend liked it, and it's been requested since then. So, it took a place in my recipe book that I've been building. It's pretty basic, very easy to make, and it definitely beats those Banquet style chicken pot pies you find in the freezer section. I believe Aldi has those for about $0.79. If you're thinkng that sounds like a  bargain, you're wrong. I was having a total unhealthy, fat-girl moment a few months back and the reason they are 79 cents is because they taste like they're worth 79 cents. Is that even real chicken they put in there? It doesn't look like it...although, I admit that I ate it anyway. But, no Banquet Bargains here, only some good home cooking that you can totally pull off, and maybe even earn some "cool points" with the family if you're lucky. 
Plus, is has crescent rolls...everyone loves crescent rolls. 

2 cups frozen mixed vegetables
2 cups peeled, cubed potatoes 
2 cans cream of chicken (or mushroom) soup
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, with the fat trimmed off (about 4 cups), cubed 
2 T butter
1 package Pillsbury Big and Buttery crescent rolls
1-2 T dried, minced onion
Salt, Pepper, Dried Parsley, Garlic and Herb seasonings to desired taste (whatever floats your boat)

Preheat oven to 400*F
Melt butter in skillet over medium high heat. Add chicken, onion, and seasoning. Cook a few minutes until outside edges of chicken begin to brown. Pour into large mixing bowl, add vegetables and soup mix and mix gently until combined. Transfer to a greased baking dish. Cover and bake one hour or until potatoes are tender. Stir gently. Arrange crescent roll dough flat over mixture to cover all. Bake another 15 to 20 minutes until golden brown.
I know it looks like it makes alot, and it does....but I shit you not, my two younger boys and I can demolish half of this pan with no problem. 

Pass the Halls

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Tonight is the end of a very long five days of being cooped up in the house with two very sick kids. After several days and nights of high fevers, meds, hot Vicks baths, extra rest in my heated bed, a shared gallon sized ziplock baggie of cough drops, and even a lengthly trip to the ER, they finally returned to almost normal this morning. Then, after caring for them, got hit with it last night. Not bad, but I could feel the scratching throat and bad headache coming, topped with a temperature of 102. As soon as I felt it coming, I ran to my medicine cabinet. Hoping and praying that some "sick food", meds, and all the disinfecting I've done around the house will help speed up the process. Monday morning is coming whether we're ready or not and I'll be damned if I'm gonna start the week feeling like crud. We're hitting the beds and meds one last time tonight before we head our separate ways into the week. Wish us luck.  

If you can't tell, I'm really into this book, Orange Is The New Black, right now and it's following me just about everywhere. I can't put it down. 

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