Thursday, December 24, 2009

"Mmmm, cake..." - Homer Simpson

The only thing better than cake? FREE cake! And a Blizzard icecream cake, at that.

After Ardan's (disastrous) Christmas concert on December 8th, I took the kids out for a DQ sundae. Its kind of our new 'after-concert' thing now. There happened to be a box on the counter for contest entries, and I had Gunnar fill out the last two contest forms and slip them in the box. A couple of weeks later, I got a call from DQ and here, we'd won a free DQ Blizzard cake! I think the manager was a little taken aback at how excited I was on the phone, haha. So we went in that night to pick up our free icecream cake, the kids picked a Skor one, and after dinner that night (which they ate in record time so they could have "CAKE!!!") they gorged like the little animals they are.

$26 value, pretty darn sweet! (pun intended)

Lena: "Cake goes in here."


Someone likes icecream cake.


A LOT!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Thank You

I was moved by the Christmas spirit today and thought I'd send out some heart-felt thanks...

TO GRANDMA DEA
For never hesitating to say yes when I ask if you can watch the kids for me, or for rearranging your work schedule so you can say yes; they adore you and love to spend time at your house (as evidenced by Ryder's obsession with "DD!").

TO LEVI AND AMBER
For making time in your lives and schedules to do fun activities with my kids, like taking them all swimming or to the movies; and for taking an interest in the boys' hockey games, finding out their schedules so you can attend games, even if the game is not in Sylvan (and bringing the little ones timbits!).

TO TRAPPER
For being interested in me, in my life, what I'm doing, how I'm doing; for the hours-long phone conversations we've had; for the quick little visits just to chitchat and catch up.

TO GRAMMA HAG
For calling me whenever I am on your mind, even if its just to torment me with a ZZ Top song blaring in my ear.

TO CHRISTINE
For not holding it over my head that I didn't see baby Carleigh until she was over four months old; for giving honest, thoughtful advice when I need it; for being my BFF for twenty years.

TO KELLY
For keeping in touch with me from half the world away, for always being the one to call; for accepting and encouraging my inner freak, because we are soul-mates that way (LOL).

Thank you, everyone, for being who you are. I love you!

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Now that's some serious talent

System of a Down fans, violin fans, electric violin fans, and fans of hot girls, this one's for you...


A much better Santa visit

No crying, no fussing, no refusing to sit on his lap. Looks like that second visit a couple weeks ago, just to "chat" with Santa, really paid off. Plus, this is the real Santa. That other guy, he's just Santa's brother Fred, don't you know.

(Lena put me on the spot and asked how there can be two Santas, one at each mall, so I frantically improvised and explained that sometimes Santa's little brother Fred helps him out. Lord please don't let this be a Roy Orbison thing when she's older.)

Hothothot, entertain me Adam




So here we have Adam Lambert's video for his song "For Your Entertainment" from his new CD (which I will be getting for Christmas, right Amber? Right?!) and as you probably guessed, yes, I am completely obsessed with it. OB-SESSED.

I couldn't stand to wait until Christmas so I got the song from iTunes and its on about 24/7. My poor kids complained that they were "being tortured every day because of this obsession" but I just turned the song up louder, put my hand to my ear and mouthed, "Huh? What?" When Ardan dared to say he hated Adam Lambert, I let out this huge loud theatrical gasp, clutched my chest and exclaimed, "How dare you talk about your next father that way?!" You should have seen the eyes rolling from that one, haha.

So what do you think about the song and video? Do you have a dirty devious mind like I do and immediately understood the meaning behind the lyrics? I always knew, I just knew!, that Adam would be like this, that he would be into this. There was just a vibe I got, that dark powerful sexy goth vibe, that gave me a clue as to what he'd be like, shall we say?, behind closed doors. Still don't know what I'm talking about? All right, here's the lyrics from "For Your Entertainment"...

"So hot out the box, can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained. Push the limit, are you with it? Baby, don’t be afraid. I’m a hurt ‘ya real good, baby. Let’s go, it’s my show, baby, do what I say. Don’t trip off the glitz that I’m gonna display. I told ya I’m a hold ya down until you’re amazed, give it to you ’til your screaming my name.

No escaping when I start, once I’m in I own your heart. There’s no way you’ll ring the alarm. So hold on until it’s over.

Oooh, do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I’m 'bout to do? ‘Cause it’s about to get rough for you. I’m here for your entertainment. Oooh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet, a fallen angel swept ya off ya feet. Well I’m about to turn up the heat. I’m here for your entertainment.

It’s alright, you’ll be fine, baby, I’m in control. Take the pain, take the pleasure, I’m the master of both. Close your eyes, not your mind. Let me into your soul. I’m a work ya ’til your totally blown. No escaping when I start, once I’m in I own your heart. There’s no way you ring the alarm, so hold on until it’s over."

Oooooo baby, he can entertain me anyday. Too bad I'm lacking a vital appendage and a Y-chromosome. Although there was a definite bi vibe in the video, am I right? He probably had to do that to keep from offending some people (there was a male butt-grab in there though).

I was scrolling through the comments from the original youtube vid (that I embedded) and found this, its quite insightful and really makes you think:

"Lambert said "sexy is sexy." Feel the pleasure; feel the pain. Orientation does not change human response. Everyone feels the heat. He pushes many sexual buttons, thus becoming society's sexual Rorschach test. People are surprised by the fisson of their responses. Fixed ideas of sexuality are expressed as fear, outrage, even hate. More fluid notions of sexuality prompt confusion, attraction and infatuation. His performances are honest explorations for us to react to and react we do."

What do you think about this?

Anyway, this is taking way too long and I'm going through withdrawal. Need to listen to the song again, need to watch his sexy face.

PS. Did anyone see a Britney influence in the vid? The snake, the cane, the dancers' group-grope with him in the middle. Imagine a duet between those two?


Bdsm to the max, even his fingers are into bondage, ha.

I love this commercial

Friday, December 11, 2009

The tradition continues...

Remember these?

Aren't they so cute and adorable? They bring back so many memories of my childhood Christmases. I'm hoping they'll do the same for my little ones.

Grandma DD bought these cute little Santa mugs for us three kids back in the early 80s. I can't even remember how old I was. Was Levi even born yet? It became a Christmas tradition for us kids to drink our hot chocolate out of these tiny mugs (seriously, they hold maybe like half a cup, so cute and little!). When Christmas was over, Mom would wrap them up ever so carefully in tissue paper and box them up, putting them away with all the Christmas stuff until next year. And it wouldn't truly feel like Christmas for us Simcoe kids until we saw these mugs being unwrapped from the tissue. And, of course, until we had that first mug of hot chocolate! It just seemed to taste so much better.

A few years ago, Mom unearthed the mugs and passed them along to me, figuring that I would take better care of them, and appreciate them more, than my two bachelor brothers. And so I've carried on that tradition with my own kids, of making a big spectacle of bringing them out and unwrapping them from the tissue while the kids ooh and aah. And I tell the story of how Grandma DD bought them for the three little Simcoe kids many, many years ago. Lena wanted to know how old the mugs are. I looked on the bottom and here it said '1982'. "Whooooaaahhhh," the kids were awed, "they're almost as old as YOU, Mom!" Gee thanks.

But it does kind of boggle the mind, that these little mugs are 27 years old. Still in mint condition, still bringing joy and cheer to the little ones. And who knows, in 15-20 years time it might be my grandkids drinking hot chocolate from these little Santas!

Of course, because there are only the three original mini-mugs, poor Ryder got this one (sucks to be #4, I guess!). A much bigger, less breakable, more toddler-friendly mug, you could say.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Recipe: Cheesecake Brownie Bars

Quite possibly the only thing more delicious than these guys.
Cheesecake Brownie Bars
Makes 16
4 oz unsweetened chocolate, cut up
1/2 cup butter or margarine
1 1/3 cups sugar
1/2 tsp vanilla
3 eggs
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 8-oz pkg cream cheese, softened
1/3 cup sugar
1 egg
4 tsps all-purpose flour
1/4 tsp vanilla
non-stick spray coating
1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips
  1. For chocolate batter, melt unsweetened chocolate and butter or margarine in a medium saucepan over low heat. Remove from heat. Stir in the 1 1/3 cups sugar and 1/2 tsp vanilla. Cool 15 minutes. Beat in the 3 eggs and 3/4 cup flour.
  2. For cheesecake filling, combine cream cheese, the 1/3 cup sugar, 1 egg, 4 tsps flour, and 1/4 tsp vanilla in a medium bowl. Beat until creamy and well blended.
  3. Spray an 8x8x2-inch baking pan with nonstick coating. Spread two-thirds of chocolate batter in the pan. Spoon cheesecake filling over batter. Dollop with remaining chocolate batter.
  4. Bake in 350 oven for 20 minutes. Sprinkle with chocolate chips, and bake for 12 minutes more. Cool in pan on wire rack. Cut into squares. Cover and store in the refrigerator. Let stand at room temperature for 30 minutes before serving.

These layered bars are dense and very rich (you'll want a tall glass of cold milk at hand!). Because of the cheesecake filling, they need to be stored in the fridge. I lined the pan with tinfoil before adding batter, I would suggest doing this.*

The last time I made these I used a rectangular baking pan, rather than a square one. So this time I followed the recipe, used the 8x8x2 square pan, BUT I discovered, to my horror, that the cooking time was not near long enough. The batter at the centre of the pan was still raw! So my suggestion would be to leave it in the oven for an extra 10-20 minutes or so, or else use the rectangular pan and follow the original baking time.

*FOUR REASONS TO LINE BAKING PANS FOR BAR COOKIES WITH FOIL*

  • It makes it easy to remove the baked cookie from the pan -- just lift it out along with the foil.
  • The cookie is easier to cut when removed from the pan.
  • To freeze the cookie, simply overwrap it with another piece of foil.
  • Cleanup couldn't be easier -- just throw away the foil.

To line the pan, tear off a piece of foil large enough to extend over the edges of the pan. Invert the pan (put it upside down) and shape the foil to fit. Then turn the pan rightside up and place the foil inside, smoothing to fit. If the recipe calls for a greased pan, grease the foil instead, then continue with the recipe.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Recipe: Raspberry Almond Shortbread Thumbprint Cookies


Cookies
2/3 cup sugar
1 cup butter, softened
1/2 tsp almond extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup raspberry jam

Glaze
1 cup powdered sugar
1 1/2 tsp almond extract
2-3 tsp water
  1. Heat oven to 350. In large bowl combine sugar, butter and almond extract. Beat at medium speed until creamy (2-3 minutes). Reduce speed to low; add flour. Beat until well mixed (2-3 minutes). Cover and chill dough at least one hour.
  2. Shape dough into 1-inch balls (or use scooper). Place 2 inches apart on cookie sheets. With thumb, make indentation in center of each cookie (edges may crack slightly). Fill each indentation with about 1/4 tsp jam.
  3. Bake for 14-18 minutes or until edges are lightly browned. Let stand 1 minute; remove from cookie sheet. Cool completely.
  4. Meanwhile, in small bowl with wire whisk, stir together all glaze ingredients until smooth. Drizzle over cookies.

Makes 3 1/2 dozen cookies.

TIP: Fill a ziploc sandwich bag with the jam, then snip a small-ish size hole in the bottom corner of the bag. Do the same for the glaze. Makes clean-up a breeze, and you're able to control the amount of jam/glaze you're using much better than with just a spoon.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Recipe: Oatmeal, PB & Choc Chip Cookies

Christmas is upon us, time for holiday baking! Here is the first of about six cookie recipes I'll be posting. Its three drop cookie recipes blended into one and it is fantastic, we make these all the time, but especially at Christmas. One batch yields 6-8 dozen cookies, great for giving out as gifts to teachers, bus drivers, neighbors, etc.

Oatmeal, Peanut Butter, and Chocolate Chip Cookies
Makes 60-72 cookies

3/4 cup butter or margarine
3/4 cup peanut butter
1 1/4 cups granulated sugar
1 1/4 cups packed brown sugar
1 1/2 tsps baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
3 eggs
1 1/2 tsps vanilla
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
2 2/3 cups rolled oats
1 cup chocolate chips

  1. Beat butter or margarine and peanut butter in a large mixing bowl with an electric mixer on medium to high speed for 30 seconds. Add granulated sugar, brown sugar, baking powder, and baking soda; beat till combined, scraping sides of bowl occasionally. Beat in eggs and vanilla till combined. Beat in flour. Stir in rolled oats with a wooden spoon. Stir in chocolate chips.
  2. Drop dough from a tablespoon, or #50 or #60 scoop, 3 inches apart onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Slightly flatten dough with your hand, if desired. Bake in a 375 oven about 8-10 minutes or till edges are lightly browned. Transfer to wire racks and cool. Store in an airtight container or plastic bag at room temperature up to 3 days.

I like to use parchment paper on the cookie sheets, makes clean-up a breeze. And I have one of those little scoops, it looks like a tiny icecream scoop, that is the only thing I use for shaping drop cookies. Whether you use a scoop or a spoon, cookies that are rounded and of the same size bake more evenly and yield cookies that are uniform in size and shape.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Vintage Funnies

I really want to use these pics but don't have any material (as yet) to do a post and use them. So I'll give them their own post!


















The little DICKens!

You know who I'm talking about. Its a good thing he's adorable is all I'm sayin'...

There we were in the Parkland Mall bathroom. Due to an unexpected feminine emergency that made itself known as the children and I visited with Mall Santa, I'd rushed us all into the bathroom immediately afterwards. Into the handicap stall so Lena and Ryder wouldn't be all crammed in next to me. I (stupidly, I realize now) instructed them to stand by the far wall and for Lena to keep Ryder occupied. (This was done so they both wouldn't just stand there and stare at me!)

Ryder decided to occupy himself by walking over to the door and investigate the handle by turning it back and forth. It was like it all happened in slow motion...

The door slowly started to swing open...

Ryder stepped back to watch the door open wide, all the way.

Lena stood there and watched.

I hunched down on the pot, like that would somehow prevent the room's occupants from seeing me, and literally SQUEALED, "Aaiiiiieeee!! Lena! Close the door!" [I have never in my life heard that high-pitched sound come out of my mouth and I hope to never again.]

Someone outside the stall laughed. DAMN YOU!

Lena slowly sauntered over and took her sweet time closing and locking the door.

In real-time it all probably happened in 20 seconds, but to me it was like an hour. My face was beet red. I didn't want to leave the stall and face those people, especially the jerk that laughed. I quickly finished up and ushered the kids out so we could wash our hands.

I could feel everyone's amused eyes on me, so I took a deep breath, threw back my head and with a breezy smile on my face I exclaimed to the room, "Oh my god, out of all 4 kids he is the FIRST to do that me!"

And we all laughed, shook our heads at little Ryder (who, of course, looked adorably innocent and sweet) and a few even told their own stories of child-induced embarrassments.

So the moral of the story, for all you parents or future-parents of toddlers, is this: keep the kid next to you. Or, much easier, birth control.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Some people are dinks

While driving around and around the public parking lot at the hospital today, looking in vain for a parking space, I noticed several vehicles parked like, well, assholes. I mean, I realize the ground is covered in snow and you can't see where the yellow lines are but it should be obvious when you are taking up two spaces by parking in the middle or crookedly. Some vehicles were even parked up against the curb, right on the little driving-road. (Did I just make up a new saying? Little driving-road? Do you know what I mean when I say that? Don't mock me, its late, all right? But I digress....)

Eventually I had to give up and leave that area and just find a parking space on the street, then just walk the distance to the hospital.

But it got me thinking, wouldn't it be cool to have like a little card or something you could keep in your glovebox for just such instances, that you could put on a person's windshield letting them know they're a dink?

So I googled it. And found a little website, Wry and Ginger, that sells totally awesome and hilarious cards, for all occasions, but also for bad parking!! I really want to order some but I'm too cheap. Got me to thinking about making my own little cards.

Which led me to this website, http://www.youparklikeanasshole.com/. You can download two different notices that you can then print out and keep in your vehicle. Although, after reading some of the hate mail that website receives, it will make me think twice about the severity of the bad-parking job and whether it really deserves a notice.

I still might make my own little cards though. I like how Wry and Ginger made their cards cute and funny yet still get the point across that the person is a douche.

What's up, Ryder?

Rockin' the sand goatee.


Little Ryder is no longer so little. He's only 3 pounds lighter than his big sister and he's now tall enough to reach light switches. He can count up to 9, sing songs, and parrots whatever you say ("Fuck sakes!", "Awww crap!", "Who cares 'bout dat?", yikes!!!).

He loves Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, Doodle Bops, Four Square, In The Night Garden, and Yo Gabba Gabba. (If you don't have a toddler in the house, most of that is gibberish to you, haha.)

He's recently developed a love for dinosaurs, "choo-choos", and robots. He wants to be a pirate when he grows up, "Arrrrrr!!". He can sit and make structures with MegaBlocks, really cool ones too.

He invented his own Knock, Knock joke. He doesn't allow anyone to do the joke with him, like ask Who's there, no he has to do it all himself. So here goes: "Knock, knock. Who's there? Buggy. Buggy who? WHO CARES??". (That's his newest saying, Who cares!?, he got that from Lena). Then he laughs hysterically at himself and repeats it again (including the slightly-scary laugh), until someone makes him stop.

And today, I found out he has a love for this song, Fireflies by Owl City. We were driving home from Red Deer and it was so silent in the back that I assumed both kids were sleeping. The song came on and all of a sudden Ryder yells, "Oh, oh! Uh, yeah! OH! Turn up! UP!!!". I looked at him in the rear view mirror and he was waving his hand around frantically. So I turned it up and he just sat back and nodded his head to the beat, so happy.

Love it.

Doctor, Doctor

Dr Marais read my chart aloud and commented that my family doctor had noted that "the patient BEGRUDGINGLY, but faithfully, comes in for a pap every 6 months". He looked at me over the top of his glasses as he stressed that word.

I laughed and said, "Listen Doc, I don't know a woman alive who doesn't BEGRUDGINGLY come in for those, and those that aren't BEGRUDGING are wayyy too lonely."

Okay, I lied, I didn't actually say that, but I totally WOULD HAVE, if I'd thought of it at the time.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Santa Baby

For the last two weeks around here, all I've heard from the kids is 'Santa this' and 'Santa that'. They've written letters, cut pictures out of the Sears Wishbook and glued them to their letters, and held deep, serious, spiritual discussions about what Santa eats for breakfast and if he has kids. They've shared memories of visits with Santa at the mall ("I remember being a tiny baby", "Oh yeah, well one time I farted on his lap!" -- uh, no he didn't, showoff).

So we happened to be at Bower Mall today and I thought I'd take the two little ones for a quick little visit. Not a picture because I only had three kids but just a little meet-and-greet. We managed to catch Santa right before his lunch break and, miracle of all miracles, there was NO lineup.

Lena was super-excited, all those weeks of talking and reminiscing and remembering about Santa, and now here he was! Her excitement spurred Ryder's and there went the two of them, racing up the ramp towards SANTA!!!!!

Screeching halt. Both children stopped about five feet away from the old guy and refused to move. The larger-than-life cartoonish vision of St Nick floating in their heads didn't match the reality. (No offence to the very nice Mall Santa, but you know what I mean. Look at him, he's not like the Coca-Cola Santa, is he?).

I said to the camera lady, "Oh, we're just here for a visit, no picture today."

"Oh, but its free picture day!" What now? A free 5x7? Sign me up! So then it was like, "Okay kids, sit on Santa's lap for a picture!" (Even though I was thinking that they weren't 'dressed' for pictures, their hair was a mess, Ardan was in a friggin' skull shirt and hat FPS!)

Hell no, they were not into that. Lena was practically surgically attached to my butt as she hid behind me, and Ryder was looking at Santa like he was an evil clown. He wouldn't even stand next to him.

All of a sudden, Santa leans over and picks Lena right up and lifts her onto his lap! She was shocked out of her shyness by the action, but it worked. Santa reached over to Ryder to do the same (got a bit of a shock when he realized how heavy that kid is, haha). Only Ryder didn't sit on his knee all meek and mild, no he started screaming "AR-NAN! AR-NAN!", reaching desperately for his big brother to save him from the fat old creepy bearded guy. Ardan, being the awesome older brother he is, immediately came and sat beside him and reassured him, "Its okay buddy, its Santa!"

Snap went the camera, the two little ones jumped off Santa's lap like it was on fire and ran down the ramp 'to safety'. A couple minutes later our free pic was ready and away we went.

Mentally scarring my kids for the sake of a free photo = priceless.

Okay, I sat nicely on his knee for the picture, now GET ME OUTTA HERE! (Look how he's clutching Ardan with one hand and grabbing Lena's hand with the other, while his eyes beseech the photographer 'SAVE ME!')

Friday, November 27, 2009

Difference Between the Sexes

What Men Would Do If They Had a Vagina For a Day
10. Immediately go shopping for zucchini and cucumbers.
9. Squat over a hand-held mirror for an hour and a half.
8. See if they could finally do the splits.
7. See if it's truly possible to launch a ping pong ball 20 feet.
6. Cross their legs without rearranging their crotch.
5. Get picked up in a bar in less than 10 minutes ... BEFORE closing time.
4. Have consecutive multiple orgasms and still be ready for more without sleeping first.
3. Go to the gynecologist for a pelvic exam and ask to have it recorded on video.
2. Sit on the edge of the bed and pray for breasts too.
1. Finally find that damned G-spot.

What Women Would Do If They Had a Penis For a Day
10. Get ahead faster in corporate America.

9. Get a blow job.
8. Find out what is so fascinating about beating the meat.
7. Pee standing up while talking to other men at a urinal.
6. Determine WHY you can't hit the bowl consistently.
5. Find out what it's like to be on the other end of a surging orgasm.
4. Touch yourself in public without thought as to how improper it may seem.
3. Jump up and down naked with an erection to see if it feels as funny as it looks.
2. Understand the scientific reason for the light refraction which occurs between a man's eyes and the ruler situated next to his member which causes two inches to be added to the final measurement.
1. Repeat number 9......

Advantages of Being a Woman

Why it's better to be a Woman!

1. We got off the Titanic first.
2. We get to flirt with systems-support men who always return our calls, and are nice to us when we blow up our computers.
3. Our boyfriend's clothes make us look elfin and gorgeous. Guys look like complete idiots in ours.
4. We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.
5. We can cry and get out of speeding fines.
6. We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central female figure in a computer game.
7. Taxis stop for us.
8. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.
9. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
10. Free drinks, Free dinners, Free movies ... (you get the point).
11. We can hug our friends without wondering if she thinks we're gay.
12. We can hug our friends without wondering if WE'RE gay.
13. New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.
14. It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower.
15. We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves.
16. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
17. We can congratulate our team-mate without ever touching her butt.
18. If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.
19. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
20. If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.
21. We don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.
22. We have the ability to dress ourselves.
23. We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.
24. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.
25. Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth.
26. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.
27. We'll never regret piercing our ears.
28. We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.
29. We know which glass was ours by the lipstick mark.
30. We have enough sense to realize that the easiest way to get out of being lost is to ask for directions.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Recipe: Fajitas


Its hard to come up with new and exciting meal ideas for a big family. I tend to stick to the basics like spaghetti, chili, stew, stir-fry. So whenever I do haul out a cookbook and come up with something new, its a surefire hit (the sheer novelty of "NEW food!" haha). Which is how Fajitas came to be on our menu.

Basically I just use cheap steak meat from the store (could use chicken), and the vegetables I prefer are green and red bell peppers, onions and mushrooms (but you could use whatever you want, really). Then I make a pot of rice on the side. And, of course, the tortillas (corn for Tyler, flour ones for the kids). The whole thing about the fajitas is the SAUCE. That's the secret.

Oh, and marinating the meat for at least 4 hours.

(When I make this, I do a double batch so I have lots of sauce left over.)

FAJITA MARINADE
Prep: 5 minutes
Marinate: 4 hours
Makes about 1/2 cup marinade

1/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
1 tsp sugar
1 tsp dried oregano leaves
1 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
  1. In shallow glass or plastic dish or resealable plastic food-storage bag, mix all ingredients.
  2. Add about 1 pound boneless or 2-3 pounds bone-in beef, pork or chicken, turning to coat with marinade. Cover dish or seal bag and refrigerate, turning meat occasionally, at least 4 hours but no longer than 24 hours.
  3. Remove meat from marinade; reserve marinade. Cook meat as desired, brushing occasionally with marinade.
  4. Remaining marinade MUST be boiled to be served as a sauce (if not boiled, discard marinade). In 1-quart saucepan, heat marinade to boiling, stirring constantly; boil and stir 1 minute.

I usually saute the vegetables in another pan while the meat is cooking, with the rice already cooked, and the tortillas warming in the oven. Tyler and the kids like to sprinkle shredded cheese over the hot beef and vegetables, drizzle some marinade on, then a dollop of sour cream, then roll it up in the tortilla. So good!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A Story about Sterility

As I laid in the hospital bed, wearing the gown and robe, all tucked in under a warm blanket, I thought back to the day I'd booked the surgery. Way back in July it was, the 6th, and I remember thinking at the time that five months was forever, and with my luck I'd get pregnant in the meantime. But the months had flown by and here I was, anxiously awaiting my turn in the OR.

The male student nurse, Cameron, chattered happily as he filled in his paperwork and took my vitals. When it came time to insert the IV, I had to tell him, somewhat apologetically, that my veins suck and he should be prepared to search for one for like half an hour. He groaned in misery as only a student nurse can. Even with the help of his supervisor, they were unable to find the vein. Poked the needle in my wrist, yes, but find an actual vein, no.

In came the senior RN and she was not happy to see them fiddling around with this needle in my arm. "I really wish you two would've waited until after she's had her suppository."

Um, what now?! My head whipped toward her in disbelief. "You're kidding right?" She shook her head. Apparently Dr Marais likes his patients to have a suppository before surgery, for pain relief. "Uh yeah, I'd much rather have a pill or something." Another head shake. I was handed the small bullet-shaped object, with some frickin' LUBE (classy) and sent on my merry way to the bathroom.

There's nothing quite like that waddling walk of shame back to the bed afterward, where you know that they know what you were just doing. I did my best to be cool about it.

Finally, the IV was in and after almost an hour of nervous, anxious waiting, a nurse came in to get me and away we went. I was led down a winding hallway, into the OR and helped up on to the table. Its pretty surreal to see a room full of people and know that in a few minutes you'll be out like a light while they all work on your naked body. The anaesthesia was administered into my IV and I was told to keep my eyes open. I remember telling myself, 'Okay, stay awake and remember the exact moment the drug hits you...'

Of course, that thought cut off mid-way and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in the recovery room. In extreme pain. Coming to with the sounds of my own groaning and crying. I honestly did not expect that. I was led to believe that this would be a piddly little surgery, in and out, with minimal recovery time, only needing tylenol for the pain.

LIES!

I'd been the first patient in the OR, yet was the last one to wake up from the anaesthesia. I heard a nurse talking about how the suppository reacts with the anaesthetic and makes recovery harder. Gee thanks Dr Marais. My entire upper back and neck were rigid and stiff, I couldn't even move my neck, and my lower back was on fire. Constant back spasms. I've honestly never felt anything like that since having back labor with the kids. I was literally gasping for breath as I tried to do calming yoga breaths.

Eventually a nurse noticed my agony and brought me some pills. Finally! I thought, only to have her tell me they take up to half an hour to kick in. I frantically tried to alleviate the lower back pain by scissoring my legs in the bed, even attempted to roll to my side to take some of the pressure off. Big mistake. There's no moving around after abdominal surgery. I was a writhing, groaning, moaning, sobbing mess.

I was helped in to a sitting position, then led toward the bathroom so I could go pee. Quite a process in itself. Another nurse came to take me for a 'walk' around the hallway, to help with the back pain. And while it did seem to help for those five minutes, the second I was back in bed it returned with a vengeance. And the pills still hadn't kicked in.

By this time, I'm thinking 'Okay, its gotta be about 2 o'clock, maybe 2:30'. Then I heard a deep voice hesitantly asking "I'm looking for my wife, her name is Beau?" It was Tyler, with Lena and Ryder.

See, my surgery was booked in the Olds hospital, as it would've been up to a 3 YEAR wait for Red Deer. So Hubs had taken the day off work, drove me to the hospital, then toodled around with No.3 & 4 for a couple hours. I'd packed a big lunch for them all that morning, and activity bags, and they'd made plans to visit Bass Pro while I was in surgery. We'd been told the surgery would take 3-4 hours. So by our calculations, he'd come to get me around 2-3pm. So I was thinking, Wow, right on time! when he walked in to the recovery room.

Turns out it was actually 4:30pm! That's how long I'd been out. Poor Ty was looking a little frazzled and who could blame him? Imagine trying to entertain and keep occupied two little kids for over 6 hours! So even though I wasn't physically ready to leave the hospital, mentally and emotionally I wanted the heck outta there. The nurses refused to give me something stronger to help with the pain for the ride home, even after I'd told them we had over an hours' drive home and my back was killing me. Bitches!

So I toughed it out. I was a shaking mess by the time we got home, barely able to walk to the house, barely able to talk. Hubs managed to scrounge up a perc for me and tucked me into a little nest on the couch with a couple of heating pads for my back. Soon I was in a cloud of foggy-headed bliss while the kids anxiously flitted about me, telling me how much they loved me and could they get me anything?

Its kinda nice being 'sick' (as kids see it) sometimes, it provides you with these outpourings of emotions you normally wouldn't be privy to.

The thing with my back, fyi, was caused because of the anaesthetic. (It always come back to that, doesn't it?) When you're put under, laying there, the drug tends to settle in the muscles of your back, especially the shoulders and neck. In my case it also settled in my lower back, and it didn't help that the hospital bed I was in was harder than a rock and my upper body was up on an angle, putting pressure and weight on that area. The nurses said basically all you can do is shoulder-and-back stretching exercises and use heating pads. And its now been three days since the surgery and I can honestly say my back is STILL f*cked up.

As to my 'war wounds', all I have to show for them is two puncture marks, one inside my belly button (*shudder*) and the other two inches below. Its funny, before the surgery as I was laying in the bed waiting, I read over the pamphlet and was astounded to read all these things I should not do before surgery. One of which was shaving the area where the incision would be. "For 10 days prior, one should not shave that area" it read. Um, oops! But seriously, tell me what woman, with a healthy dose of vanity, would just let that area be wild and free when she knew the doctor and nurses would be all up in there? Right? So that was one thing I did wrong. Another was wearing makeup. Of course, I put on makeup, what's it going to harm if I have mascara and lipstick on? Stupid rules.

Overall though, I'm really happy I had the surgery. No more worrying and stressing when it gets closer to that time of the month, wondering if this is month my luck runs out (seeing how Hubs has Olympic swimmers). We can be like rabid little, well, rabbits. Not that we weren't before but now there's no repercussions! Woohoo!

So just a word of advice here, it would probably be a good idea to call before you drop in! You never know what your eyeballs will be witness to, right?

LOL

Friday, November 20, 2009

Hats are great

This is what I asked for (the exact picture I brought in):



This is what I got:


Sometimes hairstylists really SUCK BALLS!!!
Editors Note: OMG, I just realized I am wearing a shirt that looks EXACTLY like Ellen's! Does this mean I'm a lesbian now?

Recipe: Apple Crisp

Walmart had a sale on apples the other day, a bag of Spartans for $1, so I picked up 3 bags. The kids asked for apple pie and/or tarts, to which I replied, "Are you crazy? Make pastry?" So apple crisp it was. This recipe was taken from my most favorite recipe book ever (it has everything in it), Betty Crocker Cookbook: New Edition.


APPLE CRISP
Prep: 20 min
Bake: 30 min
6 servings
  • 4 medium tart cooking apples (Greening, Rome, Granny Smith), sliced (4 cups)
  • 3/4 cup packed brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup all-purpose flour (self-rising flour can be used)
  • 1/2 cup quick-cooking or old-fashioned oats
  • 1/3 cup butter or margarine, softened
  • 3/4 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 3/4 tsp ground nutmeg
  • Cream or ice cream, if desired
  1. Heat oven to 375F. Grease bottom and sides of 8-inch square pan with shortening. (I used cooking spray)
  2. Spread apples in pan. In medium bowl, stir remaining ingredients except cream until well mixed; sprinkle over apples. (I used a spatula to pack it down)
  3. Bake about 30 minutes or until topping is golden brown and apples are tender when pierced with a fork. Serve warm with cream or ice cream.

BLUEBERRY CRISP: Substitute 4 cups fresh or frozen (thawed, drained) blueberries for the apples.

CHERRY CRISP: Substitute 1 can (21 oz) cherry pie filling for the apples.

RHUBARB CRISP: Substitute 4 cups cut-up rhubarb for the apples. Sprinkle 1/3 cup granulated sugar over rhubarb; stir to combine. Continue as directed in step 2. If rhubarb is frozen, thaw and drain.

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So I made this recipe for the first time using the 8-inch square baking dish, but I made a couple variations -- obviously I used Spartan apples instead of those listed, and I used 6 because they were small, not medium. The kids gobbled it all up in seconds and wanted more. So the second time I made it I used a 9x13-inch baking dish (made a double batch, those little piglets), so I adjusted the recipe to (this is per batch): 10 small Spartan apples, 1 cup brown sugar, 3/4 cup flour, 3/4 cup oats, 1/2 cup butter, 1 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp nutmeg. Also, I added a secret ingredient!! You know the caramel sauce you buy to top ice cream? Well, I liberally drizzled it all over the apples before I sprinkled the dry mixture on top.

Turned out pretty darn spectacular, if I do say so myself.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Come into my boudoir....

Last week, I was inspired to get off my fanny and actually do some of the things I've been meaning to in my bedroom. I put a curtain rod up above each window and hung the off-white panels I've had in storage for years. I hung a picture above Tyler's dresser. But most importantly, I put into reality what has only been floating around in my head for a long time....

My "four-poster" bed! I wanted to somehow recreate that look of hanging sheers overhead without having the actual "four-posters". So I installed a curtain rod on the wall about two feet above the headboard; then came the hard part, suspending the other rod from fishing line attached to hooks on the ceiling. It took forever because I couldn't get it quite even. Finally I was satisfied with the result, and I hung my beautiful purple sheers. And voila! I love it, its so romantic.


Here's the fabulous mirror that Tyler got me for Mother's Day one year. And this is my dresser with all my girly stuff.

My jewelry 'girls' and ring slipper. Found these at a convenience store of all places!

One of the flower displays I made for my wedding. I'm still in awe that I did that, sometimes I convince myself that I could do this sort of thing for a living. But to create something based on your own likes and desires is one thing, to do it for someone else is another.

My little bedside table. It came with the matching mirror, and also a little stool. The lamp was a birthday gift from Julie, my sister-in-law, its all maroon and magenta beads. So pretty! And there's a few of my bedside reading books. All romance of course!

Here's Tyler's dresser, on 'his' side of the room. The painting above is one that I found at Value Village. Its an actual picture of the Three Sisters mountains out by Canmore. Can you believe I got that pic for $3? Does it not fit my room perfectly?

Here's my knick-knack shelf from Ikea. Top shelf is all stuff from my wedding, pictures, candles, etc. Below that is my perfume collection (in the pink bowl) and bath oils. The rest of the stuff is just various misc stuff, books, pictures, makeup cases, etc. Beside the shelf is that little stool, covered in a beautiful sarong Mom brought back from Mexico one time. And then there's the cool candle holder on the wall, its sets quite the mood.
So there's my room. Isn't it fabulous and pretty and beautiful? Thank you for visiting, now get out.
Time to light those candles...