12/31/2010

12/30/2010

2011 is fast approaching

What are your New Years Resolutions?  I could tell you mine, but why bore you since they are going to change a million times before the ball drops in NYC. 

I want to be more healthy and come to respect the body that I am in, plain and simple.

It is time.

I want to experience something that I have never experienced before.  I think that this is the year.  Something is going to test me, but in a different way than I have been tested before.  A good way I suppose, nothing bad.  I just feel that I need something else in my life.  What is going to be interesting is to see what I have to give up in order to achieve this higher level of something that I am craving.  Can I possibly be having these feelings yet not even know what types of feelings these are?
Yea, convoluted I know.

I also want to become friends with yeast.  If you are like me you totally understand where I am coming from.
Help is all I ask.  My cinnamon rolls need you!

I hope everyone has a fantastic new year and hope that 2011 brings the hopes and dreams that you all are looking for.  I envy you if all of your dreams have come true already, yet pity you in the same breath, since you have nothing to dream for.  I want to wake up each morning with a dream, a goal that is needed to make the day complete.  Something that when I go home at night or when I am laying in bed I can say, "I achieved something today."  With conviction and pride in my head I will acknowledge mistakes along the way and learn as I go.  It is never to late to change.

And with that I bid you all a Happy New Years.

I think that this year is going to be something to be remembered by everyone.

12/29/2010

Wordless Wednesday???? NOT!

I could post a picture and not say a word, but I have so much to say!

Like my San Diego Chargers having 6 players going to the Pro Bowl!! So happy I squeal....

like a pig..

Well, maybe not, since I love BACON so much!

Can you believe that I did not eat a strip of bacon during the holidays?? I am sure that the stocks went down because of that, of some pig got to live a few more days because of my decision.
It really wasn't a decision not to eat bacon, I just couldn't stuff any more food in my mouth. 

I should have cooked some bacon since I needed 2 tablespoons of bacon grease (clogged artery syrup) for the sausage gravy.  I used real butter instead.

Not that that is any better..
And I wonder why when I wave, I wave back to myself...
Interesting...

My New Years resolution??? Not to cook any Pioneer Woman recipes until March.

I can't seriously do that though...
The Roast is the bomb...
The stuffed mushrooms are butter in your mouth..
The cinnamon rolls can seriously pay your way into heaven...

No she does not pay me to say these things, but she could.  If she did I might add that every thing that she cooks has either onions or butter in it.  I love her.  Even Julia Childs says butter is a food group.

So there...

12/28/2010

A little bit of sumthin

My gosh...
What a year.  I cannot believe it is almost over.
Wait, can I have a few more weeks to relish in 2010?  So many wonderful things happened this year:
My son turned 18
......
zzzzz
okay, so I can't think of them all, I am sure it has something to do with the food coma I have been experiencing for the past few days OMG

I told myself I was going to write down some recipes in here so I do not forget the heaven in my stomach, especially before it shows on my hips, under my arms, chin and buttocks.

I love saying Buttocks..
Remember when Forrest Gump said Buttocks?
That is exactly how I say it.

...
umm where exactly was I???
Oh yea...
Food
okay so where do I begin?
Sausage gravy?
Cream cheese?
jalepeno popper dip?
meatballs
beer/cream cheese dip???
Breakfast casserole??

Why am I watching Bill Reilly???? He doesn't look the same tonight. 
*change channel*
okay.. so sausage gravy... if you want the recipe follow me on here and I will give it to you
okay... jalepeno popper dip?? friend me and I will show you the sinfulness of cheese..

Christmas was amazing here, full of family and friends.  I would not have it any other way even though it was a stressful time. 

362 more days...

Sorry for the sporatic post... I have cheese dip in my mouth and I dont want to spill it

Later!

12/17/2010

*yawn*

I would much rather go back to bed instead of wrap presents and get ready for children's Christmas party.
I would much rather go back to bed instead of so homework and postings.
I would much rather go back to bed instead of run around the house cleaning it...
I would much rather go back to bed instead of anything really...

I guess it really isn't all about me is it?

12/10/2010

The days are going faster than snowflakes

Not that we have any snowflakes here yet, I’m just saying. Although it would be nice to have some snow, not 56 inches, for Christmas morning.
Anyways,
Where was I??

Oh yea, well it seems I gave myself bad karma when I was counting down the days before Christmas in July. I would post 160 days, 130 days… and keep going.

That was not nice, and I was yelled at…
I was punished, it is now 14 days till Christmas and I have only 1 person/thing, a dog actually done for Christmas. Everyone else is still in limbo.

But trust me when I say this, I will do it again next July. Maybe I can start shopping then. I tried that one year, bought lots of stuff, hid it and proceeded to forget about it. I would remember shopping for something then just think it was a dream. Then sometime in the spring when I did my closets, I would find all of these treasures. Then I wouldn’t know what to do with said treasures so I wound up putting them in a basket and awaiting another year.


I plan on getting the rest of my shopping done this weekend. I have so many to shop for. I plan to do copious amounts of baking also and giving that away for Christmas gifts. I have my recipes in place and a grocery list not too long. Strange thing I will be buying is the buttermilk.

Who doesn’t love Buttermilk (Gag) but I LOVE what is made from it…


so this:
Equals this:

I am not making that though...

12/09/2010

Holiday helpers

Hi there,
I am going to make your life easier while doing something I love and raising money for my 3 day walk next year.
I will make dinner for you. Well, the main course anyways.
Stuffed shells a 9x13 pan and/or tater tot casserole. This is enough to feed a huge family and have left overs for lunch the next day. I'm still working out the prices, but let me know if you are interested.

12/05/2010

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time there was a little girl.
She was a very sad and troubled girl who did not have a good childhood.
Each night she went to bed with sadness and heart ache. Instead of dreaming of barbies and surgarplums she was always dreaming of “what if’s”. What if I was rich, cute, white, pretty, secure, happy.
The little girl absolved to grow up and have lots of children and be able to give them the world. Be able to give all of her childrens things that she could not have in her childhood.
As she grew up, her promise to herself still giving her the strength to continue, she blossomed into an extraordinary young woman.
That young woman got married and tried for years to have children. She wanted to have those children that she dreamt about during her childhood.
She became very despressed and her marriage suffered greatly.
Each time she becamse pregnant she would become so happy and instantly bond with the child growing inside of her. She would start thinking of how blessed that she was. Then after a few weeks or months, for one reason or another she would lose the baby inside of her.
Each time this happened a part of her left with the child.
She was certain that God was punishing her for everything that she did in her younger years, and would become very dispondent to everything and everyone around her.
She became a very mean person and she was not someone you would want to spend time with.
She started surronding herself within walls that no one could climb.
She went to work came home and went to bed.
This went on for months and cost her a large part of her marriage.
Each time she lost a baby the depression would last longer and longer.
When she became pregnant for the sixth time, she didn’t want to feel anything towards this ‘thing’ growing inside of her.
She refused to believe that it was going to thrive inside of her and stay longer enough to live when it was born. She referred to the fetus as a crunch berry. This was the easiest way for her to acknowledge the fetus, without people around her freaking out.
Many people thought that the name was cute, but for the girl it had a hidden meaning, each time a child was lost it felt like the sound of someone crunching a potato chip with their shoe, and the parts were about the size of a berry. Yes, very morbid, but the girl didn’t care about anything and tried not to feel any emotion towards the thing growing inside of her.

Many months had past, and each week after going to the doctor, the doctor would express her delight in the progress the baby would be making inside the womb and she would breath a sigh of relief each time the heart beat was detected. Until the sound was found, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop in the room.
The girl would hold her breath as well, but she would not tell anyone of her pending excitement of another week that had passed.
She knew what it was like to have signed a death certificate and say goodbye to something that had arms and legs. She did not want to do that again, yet she never gave up trying to have a child.

One morning the girl awoke and realized that if she were to have the baby today, then the baby would live. It would be a rough month or two but it could be able to live. The girl then looked in the mirror, and smiled. She knew she had a fighter inside of her. Sounds like a fairy tale coming to an end, but the clouds parted and the sun shone oh the girl that day, and continued to grow until the baby was ready to be delivered.

After delivering her son, the nurses cleaned him up , wrapped him and handed him to the girl. They both just looked at each other for the longest time. He did not cry or fuss when being delivered, he just stared at the girl with big brown eyes, as if to say, “I made it”. He was a handsome healthy infant
As the first few weeks went by she would not leave his side. The girl would wake up in the middle of the night and just look at him for hours. She was so pruod of him, so proud that he made it. She was so happy, something that she had never felt before, even on her wedding day. She breathed air of a different scent, she focused on lights that were never there. She was living a life that she could only dream about for so long. The girl was happy enough to try and fix her marriage. They did try for a few years, but that was something that was lost in the fire. She was not sad, for she had her son and that was all that mattered.