Monday Musings

Yes, still a bit burned out on blogging.  However, a few thoughts have come to me today.  But not as burned out as the Chairman.  He's been... well... 

No he doesn't have hemorrhoids (tee-hee)  I am simply trying to imply he's burning the candle at both ends.   

I was enjoying a very peaceful and spring-like day today.  Until one of the MYP told me about a track meet I hadn't planned on attending (and they always seem so very long).  So off we went.  Lisi came too.  She's quite popular at events like this.  

A certain someone is graduating from 8th grade in our house.  She had to pick out a baby photo to show at the slide show.  She picked this one.  It's about 11 months old.  We were home from China about six weeks.  She finally mastered sitting up and beginning to crawl after being cramped in a bassinet for nine months on the other side of the world.  (insert wistful sigh)

If you have time to kill and have fifty minutes, you might want to watch this.  I found this funny.  I love clean comedians.  

Today I was feeling blue.  Then the phone rang.  Someone said a couple things in that phone call that were exactly what I needed to hear (and maybe didn't want to).  The incredible thing was that she had no idea what I was struggling with.  And there it was.  The advice and answers I needed at just the right time from a messenger without any idea of what was taking place.  Times like this remind me that we are not alone in our struggles...  it's a very comforting thing.

Well enough Musings for tonight.  The Chairman is already looking at the back of his eyelids and I want to look at mine too.  Thanks again for listening!

Blogging Burnout

No, I don't think I have self-doubt.  I'm just burned out once again.  And please don't fill up the comments section on how everyone faces this at one point or another.  I appreciate your love from afar, would drink in the compliments, but I'm not looking for - or deserving of it.  

This week I'm burned out of blogging.  There I've said it.   I still enjoy reading others people's prose.  I look forward to being entertained with spectacular photos, funny wit, beautiful babies, and delicious recipes.  I just don't want to do that right now.  

I'm at an interesting point in life.  I have MYP and not little ones.  Yes, there are hilarious stories, tear-stained moments, exhilarating times, and proud-mom moments.  But I cannot share them like I once did.  Because they are young people and not little people.  They have their own lives and interests and boundaries and I want to respect them.  I don't want our MYP to fail to come to me in fear that whatever transpired or confided about might some day end up in cyber-world.  So I refrain.  Which leads to much less 'material' or whatever you call it.

Yes, the pup and kitty are still here and still scrapping and still lying beside each other with sweet devotion.  To me, they are incredibly cute.  But one can only share so many cat and dog stories until someone deems you a bit 'over the top' with your pets.  So I refrain.

The Chairman.  My Chairman.  He's as sure and steady and predictable as the sun and moon.  As a husband, that is a wonderful quality that I appreciate and love.  As  far as blogging fodder, not so much.  

What does this mean?  I have no idea.  There's a real possiblily that Monday Musings will be back in operation on... you guessed it!  Monday!  Or not.  Time will tell.  

So there you have it.  Blogging Burnout.  Or maybe it is simply the fact that I really haven't had much in my brain all these years anyway.  (Don't answer that.)  

Monday Musings

Nothing.  That's right.  I just don't have anything to share with you on this Monday of Musings.  Really!  

The sun is almost shining and we might see 60 degrees today.  

The adorable cat keeps slaughtering birds and mice and shrews and moles and other various species of rodents.  It seems somehow 'wrong' to fill the feeder and watch him wait for the birdies to come.

I took three girls 10/11 years old to the mall for a few hours on Saturday.  One of them bought the other two  some fancy-schmancy java chip something at Starbuck's.  The combo of sugar/coffee and silly girls was just too much for them and especially me.  Luckily I was driving them home by the time the mixture hit their bloodstream.  

My darling youngest daughter told me yesterday as I kindly drove her and her sister to a friends house that my belly is sticking out too much lately.  Then she proceeded to demonstrate what it looks like and suggested she be my personal trainer to help me lose weight.  

It doesn't help that I love cooking and I love food and I'm almost 48. 

Or that last night's FB feed had the following recipes on my screen:  

"25 awesome cupcake recipes, Dorito chicken casserole, peanut butter cookie and chocolate trifle, firecracker onion rings, homemade marshmallow fluff (seriously?)"... 

The after-school schedule looks just slightly less busy that an air traffic control tower.  I can't wait for a couple of these extra-curriculars to be over.

I made my first Dutch Baby!  The family gave it rave reviews.  My new cast iron is worth its weight (tee-hee).  

I just cleaned our bathroom top to bottom.  The noxious fumes from the ammonia cleaner about made me ditzy.  Yes, I said ditzy, not dizzy.

I need to walk so the aforementioned belly doesn't grow to enormous proportions.  I have an unrelenting trainer.  

Happy Monday!

Thunderous Thursday

No, I didn't take the following picture.

This is basically what I see.  Rain and more rain.  Like lots more.  Like maybe 3" more on top of the 4" we just recently got.  I doubt we hear newscasters saying how low the water table is in dairyland for quite awhile.  It's been incredibly cool too.  And just think!  In five months we'll feel the cool, crisp air of fall again!  I'm encouraging like that.

Yes, the Boston Marathon was heavy on our minds as well.  It's funny how something far away can hit close to home very quickly.  There was a friend from our area running in it.  She was close to the finish when the tragedy occurred.  Many of us worried and waited and were thankful to hear she was ok.  Just read in yesterday's paper that the MYP's pediatrician was actually at the finish line cheering on her sister.  Glad she's ok as well!  

I was at Sam's Club yesterday.  I noticed a big cart pre-loaded for pickup near the front.  It was for a local funeral home.  There was a case of soda, a box of paper toweling, and lots and lots and lots of Kleenex.  Made sense.  

Sometimes I wonder if I'm losing my mind.  Or it is slipping.  Or I'm thinking of one thing and doing another. I'm often surprised to see the cat or dog outside when I think he/she are in.  I hear the microwave beep and wonder what was inside.  I wonder about part-way through a shower, 'did I shampoo yet?'.  I hope I'm a cheerful crazy lady when it comes to that.  

Today I looked at the schedule for after school and had a wee bit of panic.  Child #1 has piano lessons and then a volleyball match at another school north of here.  Child #2 is running the scoreboard at school which is followed by volleyball practice.  Child #3 has a small choir practice and then track practice.  I realized at some points in the evening I need to be three places at one time.  Refer to the above paragraph.  Maybe that's why I'm a bit out of it.  Or maybe not.

The other day while talking to one of the MYP, I was describing what it was like to have a 6 month old, a 2 year old and 3 year old.  And I got wistful.  And emotional.  And sad.  And wishing.  Wishing I could relive a day with those little babies again.  I would love to smell the soft baby neck and wipe the little eye that had a blocked tear-duct.   I would love to pick up that chubby 2-year old boy and squeeze him.  Then as he wiggled free throw him a little ball in our small back yard.  I'd love to listen to my 3-year old say 'opio' for open.  I'd love to lay next to her on her pink-covered double bed and watch her suck her blankie and giggle about nothing.  My babies are gone.  But not my memories.  I often heard other parents tell me, 'please enjoy those days because they go so fast'.  Now it is my turn to say that.  Yes, I know I've said I love to see them grow.  But just for a day.  I'd love to go back and sit on the recliner reading 'Brown Bear' or 'Goodnight Moon' with all three little people glumped together on my lap.  

Well I need to go shopping now... 

And then walk Lisi...

And dream of a day like this...

Lounging with Lisi

There's a saying, "let sleeping dogs lie".  And boy do I ever wish she would.  

Hello!  This is your good friend Lisi again.  I've been quiet on here lately.  There really hasn't been much to share.  The big and little people left me awhile ago with another Big Lady.  They were gone a very, very, very long time.  I missed them a lot.  The Big Lady that came to stay with me was very big.  Not big like wide-big, but tall as in tall-big.  Got that?  She walked me with very long strides and made a much nicer fast-paced walk than I get with my own big lady.  And she didn't yell much at all.  I wish my Big Lady would learn from people like that other Big Lady. 

I suffer greatly around here.  There just isn't enough hugs and love pats and smoochies and warm, soft cuddly things to make my life complete.  I caught the Big Lady that yells but loves me anyway taking some pictures this morning on her phone.  I'll upload them here so you can see my typical morning.  Then you can be the judge about my suffering and sleeping arrangements.

I start my day by begging for scrambled egg scraps.

Then we move on to the reading nook.  A few times a week, the Big Lady that yells but loves me anyway sits on the floor and lets me pretend I'm a lap dog.

I LOVE those times but after awhile Big Lady complains that her legs are numb.  

Sometimes she does goofy stuff with me like this:

I have to be patient with her because she doesn't have much of a life and thinks this is funny.

When she gets done messing around with me I head to my bed.  It's a pretty sweet slumber place.

I love the feeling of laying on my squeaky toys.  I'm not sure why, but it just feels good.

Oh wait!  Big Lady is heading for the office.  So just to be close I always move from my bed to here.  I like to be close to her at all times.  You never know when she just might want to go take a walk.  I wouldn't want her to forget me.  

Oh good grief.  Look who just strolled by and decided to get cozy.  Good thing I like mouse-breath.

So there you have it.  The many ways I lounge around here.  I suffer so much sometimes that it was important for you to know.  I hope your living conditions are better than mine.  

Oh!  I saw this cartoon.  It is soooo true.  

That Big Lady that yells but loves me anyway used to shower me with little liver treats when we were in doggy school.  Now?  Not so much.  I highly encourage any young pups out there to play dumb as long as you can.  I didn't and now I hardly get any treats unless one of my Grandpas come.

Now back to my nap... so please.  Let sleeping dogs lie...

Notes from the Chef

Since I kinda-sorta mused on Friday, I think today will be more juicy food-related tidbits.  This will be quite random and so I apologize if your brain seizes in confusion.

* I just bought my first cast iron pans.  I got a buy one-get one and so I got a skillet and square grill pan.  With the exception of their incredible weight as a drawback, so far I love them.  Especially in sizzling the fajitas the other night.  I felt like we had walked into Chilis.  Except for the fact, I had sliced and diced it all myself.  There's something spooky about non-stick pans losing their non-sticky-ness and wondering if we ate it or what...

* Kale.  My granola-crunching, barefoot in the dirt friends have been extolling the virtues of kale.  I have done some reading about it.  It is a super-food to say the least.  So I've been stir-frying it up at least once or twice a week and feeding the Chairman and the MYP.  I made kale chips the other night.  It used up a LOT of kale.  The crunchy salty kale we munched on was tasty.  And healthy.  A win!

* I love using condensed milk in place of cream.  I am learning to use and love plain Greek yogurt in place of sour cream.  Cholula hot sauce (the one with the wooden top) goes in anything.

* I got a new delivery of hard red wheat berries.  I know you hobby people quiver over a basket of yarn.  Or a new delivery of card stock and ribbons.  Hats off to you!  For me I get that same 'rush' looking at a hundred+ pounds of grains waiting to be milled and put into the oven.  Last night I tried out this recipe.  I tweaked it a bit by putting some milk in for the water and using more whole wheat flour than they asked.  I also added a couple tablespoons of dough enhancer.  Rave reviews I tell you...

* I made my own dough enhancer a couple days ago.  I used a recipe I found here.  So far it is a winner.

* I thoroughly enjoy cooking for the family but for me the biggest challenge is figuring out what to make.  I try to vary the menu with beef, pork, chicken, fish/seafood, or no meat at all.  That kind of helps me come up with new ideas.  Any other tips out there?

* The older I get, the more I use intuition.  The more I have my own concoctions for putting together pasta, salad dressings, making waffles, etc.  I suppose sometime I should write them down.  But it's hard to put an amount on a dab of this and a dollop of that.

* With the exception of Betty Crocker and a few family recipe books/box, all my cookbooks are in the basement collecting mildew.  I "Google" recipes often.  My main source that I love is Allrecipes.com.  Want a banana bread recipe?  Bam!  Here are 500 to choose from based on ratings.   So here's some recipes I've tried and were a great success.  Note that some are certainly not low in sugar or fat.  But once in awhile...

homemade brownie mix
chocolate chip cookies
salmon
boneless wings
chocolate cake  (note:  I used cold brewed coffee for the water)
Noodles and Company pesto cavatappi
hot ham and swiss sandwiches
roast beef in crock pot

There are many others and I hope to post more links in time.  Until then...

this nearly happens on a nightly basis

sometimes!

And I quote:

Fish is the only food that is considered spoiled once it smells like what it is.

Annoying the cook will result in smaller portions.

Old cooks never die.  They just get de-ranged.

There is a lot more juice in grapefruit than meets the eye.

As a child, my family's menu consisted of two choices:  take it or leave it.

It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts when eating a homegrown tomato.

Chili represents your three stages of matter:  solid, liquid, and eventually gas.

An empty belly is the best cook.

Condensed milk is wonderful.  I just don't see how they can get a cow to sit down on those little cans.

You can tell how long a couple has been married by whether they are on their first, second, or third bottle of Tabasco.

A smiling face is half the meal.

Happy cooking!

Frumpy Friday

Frumpy.  I like that.  That's how I feel.  The weather is remarkable in a bad way.  Yesterday, I took Lisi for a walk in a new condition I had never experienced.  What best would describe it is driving mist.  The 30 mph winds mixed with a light mist.  Well lets just say I was soaked to the skivvies.

Yes, it is (too) cold.  It keeps raining.  It is cloudy.  I looked at the ten day forecast just now.  It is to be cloudy and/or raining and chilly for the next ten days.  At least we have confidence there will be LOTS of May flowers!  tee-hee.  But for now, the wood stove is still burning.

When we bought our home five years ago, we didn't know we were buying lake-front property.

That is just across the road from us.  Seagulls have been swarming.  A pair of mallards have taken up residence.  If I see other pairs of animals starting to head this direction, I'll let you know to start building something that floats.

Our resident sickies are back in the saddle.  The residual cough is alarming.  

I know you all are just dying to know.  My shoulder continues to improve.  I have seen my super-clean-cut-reddish-haired chiropractor a couple of times this week.  He speaks in soothing tones right before he does his magic with moving bone-parts back where they should go.  He said my neck was out of joint.  Better than my nose I'd say...  I hear that's worse.  In fact, dictionary.com says it is a person that is in a bad mood because he's offended.  

We are on automatic renewal with our local newspaper.  I did some leg-work and realized I could get it for half the price through a website.  So I called to fuss and just like that!  I saved $150/year.  It pays to fuss.

The other day it was cold and drizzly and one of the MYP said that she was going out to do flips on the trampoline (yes, this is the daughter that had a broken arm recently).  I told her it was cold and wet and not a good idea.  She said, (and I quote) "I'm going outside and having experiences and fun when I am young because when you are a cranky old mom all the fun stops."  Well thank you my love.  About two minutes later, she comes bursting in the back door.  My feet are numb!  I didn't react.  I just smiled wistfully like "cranky old moms" do.  

Today is Simba's first birthday!  I am guessing about 2% of the reading audience actually cares.  He's basically sleeping his birthday away on a soft blanket.  But once we start singing and put the candle on top of the pile of tuna, I'm thinking he'll think this day is great!  

both watching the Chairman head off to make more pennies this morning

That's about all I have for you this time... time to go out once again and brave the elements all in the name of exercise.