holymoly

so excited. first I feel like crap.. lets just get that out of the way..

and Mandy made me hungry for ice cream..



if anyone puts pickles in my ice cream I will throw up on you.. that is pretty much a guarantee.



I got an e-mail from a very old work friend of mine from an old job and I'm super excited. She's the sweetest person I swear. You know how she started the email? It says "Hiya Katie Beth" :D The good ones always come back around.


I'm going to go make a list now of the ten types of ice cream I would like Dave to get from the store.




Is it June yet? please?

Christmas Cookies

I've got cookies on the brain... Thanks to the insatiable hunger for anything chocolate and sweet and not good for me at all. I blame this on the baby too. Because I can. I really should not be writing about food right now because I just ate dinner and I'm going to be honest with you all.... It isn't sitting very well. The food was fried. You'd think after 11 weeks of not being able to handle fried foods I'd learn. But I was hungry for fried potato goodness and apparently baby was not.

I decided since Christmas time is my favorite time of the year that I would share a couple of helpful recipes. I found these in a pile of recipes that I received after my grandparents died. My grandma made the best Christmas cookies. I remember in my apartment my second Christmas there she gave me a tin of cookies and told me that if I kept the tin she would refill it for me every Christmas. Unfortunately that was the last Christmas she made cookies. I don't know how she did it. She made quite a few different kinds of cookies. I remember helping her with them one year when I was little. My job was to roll the peanut butter cookies in sugar and then I got to put the kisses on top. Then my grandpa came in and wanted to know when they would be done. It's times like when I make cookies with Parker that it hits me how much I took my time with her for granted. Like she'd always be there. So these two recipes I'm going to share with you today are just helpful ones from her. One is for Eagle Brand Sweetened Condensed Milk and the other is for powdered sugar. I know these aren't overly exciting but they are helpful. Especially when you are feigning for a magic cookie bar fix and you don't have the milk.. or when you make a cake and then realize that you don't have a single smidgen of powdered sugar for the frosting. The bonus for me is that these recipes are in her hand writing. Sorry you have to miss out on that detail. It does make it more special. :) I typed them exactly how she wrote them. :)

Eagle Brand Milk
makes a 14 oz can

1 C dry milk
2/3 C white sugar
1/2 C boiling water
3 Tbls melted oleo

Put in a blender until very smooth.
Best made a couple days ahead.


Confection Sugar
makes a scant 1 1/2 C

1 C white sugar
1 Tbls corn starch

Into blender - blend until powdery



So there you have it. Two pretty useful but you will probably never use recipes.


Now to find a day when I can make Christmas cookies.. :D

interview #2

Parker and Bob :)

Interview recorded last night during bathtime

Mommie: Hi! how are you?
Parker: RARR
M: Really?
P: I'm being a lion.
M: You're being a lion?
P: yeah RAARRR
M: What's your favorite thing about Christmas?
P: I love our Christmas tree.
M: You love our Christmas tree?
P: Aunt Melanie loves our Christmas tree and she needs to come over Wednesday.
M: Mommie has to work Wednesday.
P: uh huh and we have to go to the zoo Wednesday.
M: Oh yeah?
P: uh huh
M: What's your favorite thing about Christmas?
P: Having fun and learning about Christmas! and that is all about fun!
M: You like our Christmas tree?
P: yeah.. so much.
M: What do you want to do tomorrow?
P: Get something.
M: We have to get something?
P: uh huh at the grocery store
M: What do we have to get at the grocery store?
P: chocolate milk!
M: Oh we do?
P: We need to get chocolate for it.
M: We need the chocolate for chocolate milk?
P: uh huh
M: How come?
P: Because I love it!
M: Guess what?
P: What?
M: I love you!
P: I LOVE YOU TOO!
M: What else are we going to do tomorrow?
P: I'm going to walk to the grocery store.
M: You're going to walk to the grocery store?
P: Yeah to buy something.
M: To buy your chocolate?
P: umm hmmmm I need to go on the concrete. watch this *walks funny*
M: Wow
P: And I go buh bye, I walk on the concrete. There are no cars. They are at their homes.
M: The cars are at their homes?
P: Yeah.. we need to go to bueches.
M: You want to go there for groceries tomorrow?
P: yeah
M: Do you usually go there with Grammy?
P: yeah
M: What's your girlfriend's name that works there?
P: GRAMMY
M: No, besides Grammy.. The lady that works there that you like much.
P: Becky
M: Maybe she'll be working tomorrow and you can say hi.
P: Hello!
M: What else should we do tomorrow?
P: *silence*
M: Think we should make daddy some cookies?
P: YEAHH
M: What kind of cookies?
P: Chocolate chip ones! The oatmeal cookies!
M: Oatmeal cookies?
P: Yeah
M: ohh
P: And I want to do that one like Elmo's world.
M: You want to make oatmeal cookies like Elmo's world?
P: uh huh
M: oh.. That should be fun. Should we make magic cookies bar cookies? Those are daddie's favorite.
P: I wanna make those.
M: ok How about that's what we do tomorrow?
P: And go to the grocery store?
M: Yeah we are going to have to go to the grocery store. Mommy doesn't have any butter.
P: We don't have butter?
M: Not enough for cookies
P: oh
M: You know what else?
P: What?
M: I love you!
P: I love you too!

confessions of the pregnant idiot

So the day I wrote this blog entry *click here* I knew I was pregnant. I had actually found out that morning.

Please don't hate me for steering you wrong with that post. :D


Dave's back went out on him again last night. He took off his sock to get into bed and apparently the sock sent bad words to his back cause his back decided right then to be done. I guess he didn't sleep too badly until I woke him up at 4 (another trip to the bathroom.. oh joys of being pregnant) then he got out of bed to go too. A few seconds later I hear a shaky voice from the bathroom saying he's not feeling so well and that he feels just like he did right before he passed out that one time we don't talk about often... So I got up and handed him a garbage can (cause that's totally going to save his life if he cracks his head open on the counter top in the bathroom .. smart) because he was nauseous. Then I stood there for a half an hour praying super hard that he wouldn't pass out because I wouldn't be able to catch him this time. Protect his thick skull from the countertop - probably... Save him from crash landing on the bathroom floor - probably not. Finally the feeling passed enough where he wanted to get up and go to bed. Which means I have to help him like he's a crippled old man. I hate this. I hate seeing him in so much pain. I hate that the doctors don't do anything that might actually work. I decided at 5:30am that I was going to have to call in to work because chances are he's not in the clear yet. I can't leave him here for 10 hours alone. Luckily for me work was understanding.


On a different lighter note - Parker just woke up and came in the living room and told me he woke up at 9 o'clock because the little hand was pointed at the 9 and the big had was straight up. WHAT?!?! where did he learn this from? I mean.. uh.. yeah.. totally taught him that..



ps still paranoid but apparently that is normal.. So I'll just ignore those thoughts. :)

how to explain...

It isn't that I'm not excited that I'm pregnant. I just don't feel like talking about it. I feel like thinking something bad is going to happen and voicing it might make it actually happen. I don't know one single person who has gotten pregnant who hasn't thought about the possibility of a miscarriage and I know the fact that I've had one makes me worry a little more... I just can't help but get paranoid. I haven't really been overly vocal about being pregnant now that I can be and I think that's probably because I've been quiet about it for so long. A friend told me that it would get better.. That I would be excited and talkative about it and I should just relax until then. I just don't feel icky anymore and so it's brought about a whole new wave of worry. I know it's normal to feel better at the end of the first trimester but technically I'm not there yet. I haven't had morning sickness in three days. I am back to being able to eat and not have food aversions. I'm no longer bone tired all of the time. I feel great. Which makes me worry. I think I've turned myself paranoid. Never mind the fact I've already had an ultrasound and everything looked good and the heartbeat was good and strong. Paranoia reigns freely in my life right this moment. So forgive me if I don't think it's funny when I'm being made fun of. I'm just lost in my own little world of crazy.

Happy Turkey Day!

Today I'm thankful for my friends and family.

And for a momentary pause in all of the all day freaking long morning sickness I've had the past three months.

:D

Sorry I didn't tell you all sooner. I'm sure after the whole feb/march horribleness you understand.

procrastinating

I need to do the dishes. I've needed to do them for 5 hours now. Yet now that I'm bone tired and have no energy I am finally about to get around to doing them.

I know I haven't been very talkative about things in my life right now but it's just because I've been focusing on the things that are important. Keeping my job so there is food on the table. Maintaining the house (somewhat.. I mean.. let's keep it real here.. If I have to snuggle my child or clean the house.. I'm gonna snuggle.) Keeping my husband and child happy in what little time I have left. Remembering to be thankful for what I do have. It's hard to believe it is already Thanksgiving. I just want to stuff my face with turkey and potatoes and rolls and pumpkin pie and everything else. Waistline begone! I'm busting out the stretchy pants and I'm eating like a pig tomorrow. Just be thankful that the holey ones went in the bags to go to goodwill. I know they aren't a source for me to give all my bad icky clothes to but if they didn't get placed in that bag.. I'd still wear them.... and the hole? it was right on the butt. classy. Hello sign me up for peopleofwalmart.com. I did keep the paint covered ones.. In fact I'm wearing them right now. In my defense they don't have any holes at all. Just paint. So I need them for when I need to paint. or something. :D Apparently I'm rambly tonight. Procrastination makes me chatty.

I was texting with Mandy today and we commented on how old and lame domesticated grown up we are with our house project things keeping us from going out like the cool kids. She's stripping wall paper at her new house. I'm baking pies and doing dishes staring at the dishes. It is funny but at the same time.. I'd rather be stuck at home than be anywhere else. (Not that I'm "stuck" here.. I was just saying.. never mind) We drank the koolaid and we liked it is all I'm saying. There was a man who came into my work today who started talking about his wife (they've been married 45 years now). At first he was silly about it and said how he couldn't afford to get rid of her at this point but after only a brief moment of that he got serious. He said that it just keeps getting better. He loves his wife now more than he did when he first met her and they get along a whole lot better than they did back then too. He made sure to point out that it wasn't always an easy road and they've had their rough patches but that they've always come out of it stronger and better. God bless that man. And his wife. :) I want to be like that in 38 1/2 years.

So today that's what I'm thankful for. For some random old man who swooped in on my day and make me remember what's important. I want to be like them. I want to be like my grandparents. I want to be old and frail and not be able to be happy with out Dave right by my side (with our walkers and dentures and crazy senile moments...). I don't know what is wrong with people who think marriage is disposable. I would never marry anyone if I wasn't sure I could put up with them they were the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Alright I'm done being all sappy. I have pie to figure out how to sneak a piece of before I put it away I have to get the dishes done and get to bed. :)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope your food is plentiful and your company is entertaining. :) And that your pants have room for all the food you are going to devour.