Month: February 2010
Don’t get married when you’re young.
My Great-Aunt T used to say, “Don’t get married till you’re forty.” And then she’d add, “and then don’t marry a MAN.” But let’s just concentrate on the first point. If you marry young, you don’t know what you’ll be saddled with later.
Case in point – the Super Bowl half-time show, featuring Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend of The Who. I’m wondering if any of their former groupies are seeing this and thinking, “Ewww”. Think on this day long and hard Jonas Brothers’ fans.
When I was a teenager back in the 1800’s, we had these choices: Shaun Cassidy or Leif Garrett. I was FIRMLY in the Shaun Cassidy camp. Too bad really, cause I read this recently in the news:
Halperin says Garrett now works as a male prostitute who has sex gets intimate with female fans for $5000 a session.
Dude gotta make a living. Here’s a recent photo –
Ummm. Wow. I guess I picked the right camp.
I used to have this album. OH how I would stare at his awesome white shirt/white pants combo. I bet he is looking HOT now.
Be still my beating heart. Man, am I glad I never actually met him! I really dodged a bullet.
And I’m pretty sure he’d feel the same way.
Holy Sunday
A few years ago, a woman in our small group suggested a book, saying it had transformed her life! So I bought it.
Cheaply, at WalMart. It IS really good. And one of the things that has stuck with me through the years is the priority list. She writes,
One way to simplify your moment-by-moment decision making might be to assign your priorities these numbers:
1. God
2. Your Husband
3. Your children
4. Your home
5. Your spiritual growth
6. Your ministry activities
7. Other activities
Let me show you how this works. Your children (3) have just arrived home from school and you’re praying and snacking and talking about the day. The phone rings. It’s not your husband (2), which means it is either a ministry (6), a friend (7), or a salesperson (*@!). The decision is simple. You don’t leave the #3 priority to tend to the #6, #7 or lower priority.
I think about it a lot when I’m spending time with the MoonPie and the email alert on my computer dings.
Food for thought.
Why I have no extra money and my house is not clean
Valentine’s Day annoys me. For the past four years, I’ve raced out to buy $2.00 dollars worth of cheap Valentine’s Day cards, then watched/helped/made MoonPie write them out. “It’s S-A-R-A-H, don’t forget the H!” In the beginning, it was easy. I just did them. Then as she became older, I had to decide, do I write them or make her, in which case everyone will think she either A) writes with her toes, or B) drinks like her mother. A headache.
This year, because she has over FIFTY to do, I thought I’d buck the system. I would MAKE cards. Cards with her name on them, so that we only have the “TO” portion to fill out.
For Brownies, I went with this:
It only took 3 sheets of 9×13 photo paper and a trip to Staples for ink to print. Then I went to Michael’s.
And I bought xoxoxo ribbon and heart stickers. Which totally clashed, so never mind.
And this cool thing so that we could STAMP the names instead of writing them, because who wants to spend 10 minutes on a project when you can spend an HOUR?
Then we I drew a heart around the name and put stickers on the back. Cause it’s important that the back looks good too!
THEN, since those were for the Brownies, I thought I’d make a different one for the friends at school. I left this one solid at the top so that I could use those cool ribbons. Then I thought, “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU THINKING?”
Whew. That was close. So instead of cutting and tying ribbons for hours, I just jumped online and found some cool photoshop brushes that I could download and use in like, 3/4th the time.
Voila. And only three days and about $38.00 dollars not including ink and paper to make. But here’s the good news. IF you would like to create a special card of your own angel, and own PHOTOSHOP, you can click the link below and download the layered, PSD file. So everything is editable, the text, the colors, everything. You just have to open a picture of your own cutie-patootie and drag it into the design.
Click HERE, then right click and “save as” where ever you want.
No fuss, no money, and no writing To and From fifty times with your left hand so that it looks like your four year old knows cursive. Not that I would know anything about that.
**This design is 5×5. It’s easy enough in PhotoShop to change the size – image/image size into something smaller so you can get more on a 8.5×11 paper. Change the size before you put in your photo.
Moron Test Kitchen Poll
I’m trying to decide what to make for all of the Super Bowl parties I’ve not been invited to. Whatever. I’ve got a TV and I can watch Peyton Manning whip up on the Saints from the comfort of my own couch. That’s right, I’m for the COLTS. For three reasons – ) the Manning’s seem very nice, 2) the Saints colors (black and gold) are ugly and remind me of a high school rival – York, and 3) every time Reggie Bush scores they show Kim Kardashian and she annoys me.
Back to the appetizers. What should I try? I’ve narrowed it down to these choices:
1. Sun Dried Tomato Cheesecake
I had never heard of this until this past weekend. A very nice lady at the bridge club came over and asked if I’d take her recipe to my mother-in-law, because she had been asking for it for MONTHS and that it was soooo good. Braggart. I said, “sure”, then totally forgot until I found it in my purse yesterday. Oh well, I should probably try it before I send it. Old people have been known to lie.
2.Bacon Wrapped Jalapeno Things
From Pioneer Woman, of course. They look delish, and I’m pretty sure that eating things that could kill you is a Super Bowl tradition.
3. Texas Caviar
Looks like high-falutin salsa to me, but I like the name.
4. Dill Pickle Bites
Not only does this look easy, but with dill pickle and white bread, the AWESOMENESS must be off the chart!
I can’t decide, so I’m leaving it up to you. Say you were HAVING a party, and that I was invited, what would you like me to bring? Just leave a comment. And if you wanted to add your address and a time the game would be on, that would work too.
Finally, A Post that doesn’t involve Puke
Well, except for the title.
Last Sunday, in an extraordinary act of unselfishness, I opted NOT to play bridge, and instead went with the family on a field trip to Ft. Frederica. It had nothing to do with the fact that I had finished in 11th place the night before. 11th out of 12. Total coincidence.
I just wanted to see the famous fort, built by James Oglethorpe, and basically the entire reason that you’re not reading this in Spanish.
Watch out Spain, we’ve got your number! Just try and come up that river, the marsh will run red with your BLOOD. Hey, don’t blame me. They just made me watch a film about The Battle of Bloody Marsh.
I’m not sure what this is. Despite being in South Georgia, the temperature was in the 30’s. I was inside shopping by this point. But according to the MoonPie – “They built this trench, and they kept their guns there, and the holes were for keeping watch.” She’s going to make a great docent.
Or else a really big geek. Nah, all the really cool kids dig history.
A Pox has Fallen upon my House
MoonPie had a fever this morning, but by noon, had rebounded and was asking to play Barbies. When she had first mentioned that she was feeling bad, she kept saying her stomach “hurt”. Hurt, HOW? Does it feel queasy, crampy, how does it hurt? No answer. As I lay on the bed a few hours later, begging JD to bring me some medicine, he kept asking, “For what? Are you nauseous, what are the symptoms?” I just groaned and said, IT HURTS. There are no other words.
When the MoonPie announced last week that two students had missed school because one had “spike fever” and the other “felt like he was going to throw up”, I just shrugged and thought, too bad they missed the Popsicles. Now I’m wondering why the disease-ridden carriers weren’t driven to the city gates, and all of their clothing and belongings burned.
Harsh? Maybe, but I just puked on my own foot.
What do you want?
I have a sick child to tend to. Or, I have a sick child, to whom I must attend. Better?
The MoonPie has stopped her game of UpChuck Surprise, but has segued into Guess the Fever. We spent the day in our pj’s, lounging in the bed. Well, I had a laptop sitting on me the whole time, so technically I was working. The point is, we’re hopeful that she’ll be better by tomorrow.
And I have more serious things to deal with than this blog. Which leads me to this –
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Nothing says “young and hip” like an aspirin key chain. I wonder if they make them in X-Large for the Xtra Cool.
Courtesy Deal Seeking Mama.
Team Tyre Alert! Man down, Mayday Mayday!
If I thought the drive TO my in-laws was fun, the ride back was even more awesome. And by awesome, I mean HORRIBLE. We had stopped in Savannah to see JD’s sister and family, and as we were leaving, the MoonPie projectile vomited across three rooms. For five hours, I sat in the back of the van, holding her hair out of her face with one hand and a Walmart bag in the other. She was pitiful. She IS pitiful. I’ve heard this is a 24 hour bug that’s going around, so hopefully it will be gone soon.
Since eating dinner on the road was not an option, I was starving when I got home and promptly consumed my weight in chips and salsa. What are the chances I’m going to regret that decision sometime over the next few hours?