My daughter loves to turn on the Food Network and watch The Neelys, Paula Deen, Giada, and her favorite, Sandra Lee, whip up some food.
R. will pull out ALL of my bowls, measuring cups, spoons, and such; place them on the coffee table and "cook" right along with the celebrity chefs.
She told me that she wants her own show when she grows up. Considering that she talks and talks and talks, I think that might be a smart career choice for her.
Last week she, once again, wanted to cook with the "pretty lady" (Sandra Lee). She set up her stuff and I heard the boys say they wanted to help.
Wow! They are going to play NICELY together.
Mr. Schmitty and I left them to their fun and we tip-toed upstairs. You know, to do what any old married couple would do; we watched reruns of Tabatha's Salon Takeover.
Our room started to darken, as day was giving way to the night, and I realized we had left our monsters children unattended for quite some time.
Not always a smart move.
Suddenly, as if on cue, I heard the click, click, clicking of the gas stove. Someone was trying to turn it on!
"Oh No! NO!" I yelled.
Mr. Schmitty began to run down the stairs.
"NOOOOOO! Don't come down here!!" Shouted W.
"You can't use the stove with out permission!" I answered back.
"But it's a surprise!" T. and R. said in unison.
"Ugh...never mind. Epic Fail!" W. said, "You can come down, this isn't going to work anyway."
We came down to see that our wannabe chefs had tried to follow one of my recipes. I looked in the pot that W. was holding to see this:
My first thought was that someone had thrown up in one of my good pots. My second was to remember to be nice, that no matter HOW BIG OF A FREAKING MESS THEY MADE, they were children who were trying to do something special for their parents.
"Awwwww, guys, this is so sweet of you. Don't be upset. It took me years to learn to cook!"
T. asked if I knew what they had been trying to make. I had no idea.
I saw flour. I saw eggs, along with pieces of shell. I saw pieces of shredded cheese. And I saw CHUNKS of onion. The rest? Not so sure.
"They are POTATO PANCAKES!!!" Exclaimed W.
Too bad we never got a chance to taste them. Snort.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Paula Deen's Got Nothing To Worry About
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Week 3 - “We Are Family” Photo Challenge!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
DeLurking Day 2010
Come out, come out where ever you are!!
Suddenly my Statcounter has fallen from 170 to only 85 today. Is it because it is DeLurking Day and some of you ran scared? Did you think I'd ask you to come out of hiding?
Well, you were right, I do want that, but seriously? I'm not going to hurt you.
You are safe here.
That's it (extending a treat filled hand). Come here, it's okay, I don't bite. Really, I don't.
Awww.....you're so cute (putting my arm around your shoulder).
Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?
Wow. Is that a purr I hear?
My home here, is your home. Please introduce yourself and feel free to come back when ever you would like.
P.S. Please just ignore the flasher, he's TOTALLY harmless. Really.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Just Call Me Rocky (Raccoon or Balboa), I'll Answer To Both
As I told you last year (heh), I've been fighting a horrible cough. It's still with me, folks.
It just won't go away!!
I not sleeping well. I'm barking like a seal. The mere raising of my voice or a laugh will send me into a full blown coughing fit. And every time THAT happens, I just about pee my pants.
Damn it having to birth kids.
Friday I finally caved and decided to go see a doctor. Long story short, he said it probably started as a sinus infection and is now bronchitis. The good doctor sent me on my way with a prescription for a Zpack and Tussionex.
Now, because I'm vain, I did wear make up that day. So, when T. came home from school he told me I looked, "SO MUCH BETTER!"
I told him it was because of the make up and that I really wasn't better yet.
He said, "Well at least you don't have those BLACK eyes anymore!"
My kids, always full of compliments.
That night I took my meds like a good girl. I must say the Tussionex did an awesome job in knocking me out.
I woke the next morning feeling better rested than I had in quite a few days. I walked into the bathroom and as I passed the mirror, I stopped dead in my tracks.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" I screamed.
My face was swollen and my left eyelid was swollen almost shut.
I went downstairs and when Mr. Schmitty saw me all he could say was, "What the HELL?!"
Great! Apparently Tussionex can do this.
The rest of the day I was the brunt of many Rocky Balboa jokes. All I heard from Mr. Schmitty was, "Yo! Rocky!" and "ADRIENNNNE!".
The best was the "Cut me Mick, cut me!"
He was almost granted his wish on that one.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
For Sale: Two Boys
The boys have been driving me crazy lately.
I'm sure it's their age. I'm sure it's this stage of their development. But seriously? Military school has been in the forefront of my mind these days. Either that or I'm auctioning them off on Ebay.
W. has been having focusing issues. Again. His homework that should take an hour, is taking HOURS. His grades are all over the place. We've crawled up his ass again, so we are more aware of when he has tests. We study, study, study with him and yet, though he seems to know the material, he'll still sometimes come home with a low grade. And then the next time, he'll ace it.
It's confusing the hell out of me.
T. has been going through a rebellious, obnoxious, whiny, "I hate you" stage. Quite honestly, I believe that the child that has always been my easiest, has been abducted by aliens.
And the roughhousing! Oy!
That is ALL they do. It is constant. And without fail, T. will get hurt. He engages in it, laughing away, and within minutes, the crying starts.
There is a four and a half year age difference and never mind the fact that W. doesn't always know how to stop the wheels in motion. Sometimes he doesn't get when enough is enough.
Please someone tell me that they are going to grow out of this. Tell me this too shall pass.
Mama needs a cocktail.
