Wednesday, September 30, 2009

lost recipe link

From what I have heard my pizza dough recipe link is dead, thanks to Mom.  I had someone ask in my last post how I get pizza dough crispy...I cook at a high temp and on a pizza stone. If you don't have a pizza stone run and get one now they are the best thing on earth. I absolutely swear by them, I make pizza, cookies, and sweet potato fries on them. Pizza stones cook evenly and you never end up with a black bottom on your cookie, plus they make pizza crust and fries crispy. It also helps to roll your dough kinda thin if you like it really crispy. 

Whole Wheat Pizza Dough

Ingredients

  • 3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons lukewarm water, (105-115°F)
  • 1 package active dry yeast, (2 1/4 teaspoons)
  • 1 teaspoon sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup whole-wheat flour
  • 1 cup bread flour, or all-purpose flour, plus additional for dusting
  • 2 tablespoons yellow cornmeal

Preparation

  1. Stir water, yeast, sugar and salt in a large bowl; let stand until the yeast has dissolved, about 5 minutes. Stir in whole-wheat flour, bread flour (or all-purpose flour) and cornmeal until the dough begins to come together.
  2. Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured work surface. Knead until smooth and elastic, about 10 minutes. (Alternatively, mix the dough in a food processor. Process until it forms a ball, then process for 1 minute to knead.)
  3. Place the dough in an oiled bowl and turn to coat. (To make individual pizzas, see Variation.) Cover with a clean kitchen towel and set aside in a warm, draft-free place until doubled in size, about 1 hour. Individual variation: The dough can be turned into 4 or 6 personal-size pizzas. After kneading, divide the dough into 4 or 6 equal balls. Brush with oil and place 3 inches apart on a baking sheet. Cover and set aside until doubled in size, about 1 hour. Roll each portion into a 6-to-8-inch circle.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Hmmm...

I am kinda wondering who all reads this thing, especially after a comment someone made at a meeting today about seeing our first dance video. To make it even more weird I don't recall telling anyone about this site. Maybe it was through Facebook, dang Facebook. So if you read this let me know who you are...I'm just wondering.

Well this past weekend was good, went shopping with the Mother, tried to teach my sister to cook, and was just dang lazy. But on the bright side Belk finally got my coffee mugs in, which were ordered April 19 none the less, so my registry is finally complete. How many months ago was that again? Yes Belk is a slow poke.

Sunday lunch was a repeat, see Jalapeno Corn Cakes if you haven't seen it. And I did a round two on the cheesecake I am working on, and I think I have achieved the amount of pecans I was looking for. It is the same as before but two of the small bags worth and only one graham cracker, same amount of butter and brown sugar though. I may add more brown sugar next time and try to get the crust to more of a praline taste.

I am skipping class like a bad student tonight, but after sitting in a chair from 8-3:30 today at a meeting I can't stand the idea of being in a class/lecture setting one more second. So shun me, but I am losing my already partially lost mind.

So how was your weekend? What did you do?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Sunday Lunch/Saturday fun

Let's begin at the beginning of the weekend. Saturday, the bed finally came in, but with out king size pillow shams seeming to be in existence minus the actual comforter purchase(and I hate comforters) we are shameless until further notice. So here ya go Mother dear, the bed, all put together in our tiny(now really tiny feeling) room.



After the bed came in we headed off with some friends to Longview, TX for the Celebration Fest Tour to see Audio Unplugged{formerly Audio Adrenaline}, Thousand Foot Krutch, Jars of Clay, and some other dude. But on our lovely way we came across a few weird business signs...but the best was the funeral home. Now I've seen horses and cars stuck to the top of a poll, but never a coffin. Hands down weirdest sign ever/so far in my life because I'm sure there are more to come. {click on picture to fully experience the coffin on a stick experience}





Then we arrived at the concert venue...and have any of you heard of a little website called peopleofwalmart.com? Well you should check it out because this car, had it been in a Walmart parking lot, would have easily gone on that site. Not to mention the gear shift was equally tacky, it was a dice cube thingy.



Now for some concert time...the only band I was excited to see. I love Audio Adrenaline, the other people minus Jars of Clay I have never heard of. The rest of our group had though, TFK ended up being pretty good, but not knowing their songs left me standing their just kind of observing the situation.







After the show the band hung out around their merchandise tables, not something you see much of outside of the small bar traveling bands. Most big name people like Audio Unplugged don't hang around. I was super excited to meet them though considering I've seen them two previous times, as Audio Adrenaline, back in the day when they didn't hang around shows afterward. Funny thing though I told Mark I was so excited to meet him because I hadn't seen them preform since I was in high school and yada yada yada...after the picture they both kept saying bless you and patting me on the head. Weird. Kinda felt like I was meeting the Baptist Youth Group Pope getting blessed and all...all that was missing were a few wafers and some grape juice to make it a full Baptist Pope experience.
Here is our whole group with Thousand Foot Krutch. These guys were really cool, but the singer did kinda irritate me when he preformed with FM Static. Singers mannerisms tend to irritate me to death, especially ones that barely move around. But don't get me started on their guitar and bass players...people in metaly punkish bands should move around.
And for Sunday Lunch...                                                              Natchitoches Meat Pie
two deep dish pie crust
1lb ex lean hamburger
1lb pork sausage
1 white onion
1 bellpepper
red pepper, salt, pepper, and some cajun seasoning to taste
3 cloves of garlic

Brown meat and saute veggies. Place in pie crust, use other pie crust as top. Bake at 350 for about 45 minutes...or longer depending on your oven. And make sure to drain the meat well, the pork sausage has a lot of fat and will make the bottom of the pie crust soggy.

And my favorite side.
Roasted Sweet Potatoes
3 large sweet potatoes
3 green onions
garlic, bacon salt, pepper, and whatever other seasonings float your boat. 
Bake at 350 to 375 till the pie is done;)

Well that was our weekend, bed, band, and meat pie. Can't get much better than meat pie.  


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

a video blog day

Which could maybe explain why I never get Sunday Lunch up till Wednesday...all my homework is due Sunday/Tuesday. I am warning you though, it is just me fussing at the dog for squeaking her toy while I do homework. She quit constantly squeaking when I picked up the camera though.

If it wasn't for this past weekend,which I will post tomorrow, I would think I had no life at all.


video

Saturday, September 19, 2009

klepto flashdrive finds

Yesterday I was digging through my purse for something and came across Pop's flash drive. I totally forgot I had this thing, apparently I am some sort of subconscious kleptomaniac. But anyway, I found all sorts of cool pictures on it, some incriminating to a certain individual. 

The photo to the left is Pop, Nanny, and my Mom in the 60's. And the photo to the right is Pop's parents in 1962. I am pretty sure I know where that picture was taken in Vidalia but I am not 100% sure. But don't you just love her dress, I just love clothing from the 50's and 60's.  Notice something else, Pop and Granddaddy look a lot alike...all the men in our family resemble each other. Nanny has one picture with Granddaddy down to the oldest of the great-grandchildren{I am pretty sure that is where Michael stands age wise to the rest of us, he is at least the oldest out of our group of cousins} and she always said that is how they look from birth to old age.
{click to enlarge}

Now this next picture is very incriminating to a certain individual...thank you Nanny for the photographic evidence hiding on your flash drive. I can't believe all these years I have blamed Nanny for my dogs love of people food and now I find this. Yes, that is my mother...and sitting in the same spot at the house that we have taken all the photos of Nanny feeding dogs {and grandchildren for that matter} things they have no business eating...I am onto you woman, sneaking around and taking a photo with no head in Nanny's spot so I'd assume it was Nanny once again sabotaging Ellie's diet with Little Debbie cakes.  I am shocked and appalled Mother, shocked and appalled. I would expect this behavior from the grandmother who carries her own set of rules when you bring great-granddogs around, but not you.

{Annie, Maddie, Ellie, and Popeye}


Now for a before and after...the chair to the left is the before...and the right is after.




Lucky ole me, Pop upholstered furniture in the 60's and 70's {am I right Pop?}, and the last time he had fixed up this rocking chair was in the 60's...notice the fabric that just yells "this should be living at Graceland with all the other green velvet." Have you heard the saying "the cobblers children have no shoes," well apparently his grandchildren did...that is what my Mom has been saying at least. I picked out the fabric, and got it on a really good sale, an Pop fixed up that chair pretty darn nice. And lucky me, now I have a antique Lincoln rocking chair that my grandparents upholstered for me to go in my antique room{Nanny's idea, since I have already high jacked Mom's antique bed}. 

Maybe you've noticed but I love antiques and family stories.





Friday, September 18, 2009

Flashback Friday

**Correction-Pop is right, he went to Little Richard with us. We went to Wayne Newton alone, she fussed at me for liking to travel in workout clothes while she was dressed up really cute.

I wish I had more, or better pictures for that matter for this Flashback Friday...but I don't. Which goes to show I should become one of those overly camera happy people so I have pictures.

Now to the point of this. Have you asked yourself who that man is? Well ask no longer ladies...see the panties on the floor...yes you guessed it ladies, that is Tom Jones. Unlike many people I know I have been to some of the best{and my favorite}concerts with my Nanny. Yes, I'm a sucker for old music, and if Elvis were alive I'd be stalking his fine self right this minute. Last spring I went with Mom, Nanny and Aunt Billie to see Tom Jones at the Paragon Casino...seriously lots of fun. Only one problem, this old coot has a issue with photography. We were convinced he was going to look like some old mummy just because he was so against people bringing cameras into the show. And sadly enough he wasn't the most friendly of the performers I've seen...my Aunt has a signed photo of him from when he preformed in Monroe years ago, and do you know that old man wouldn't sign it again. Don't get me wrong though it was a great show. So good that me and my snuck in camera stood at the stage {once they decided to let people, the security guard stopped a really old lady from tossing her panties on the stage} and took pictures of the man in full zoom because he refused to come to our end. I do regret one thing though, not bringing panties to throw. I mean seriously, who's concert did I think I was going to? You have to toss your undies at Tom Jones...it's tradition. And I am all about sticking to tradition.

Now lets back track a few years to another concert Nanny and I went to, Little Richard. And to Pop's correction he went too. But Little Richard was a blast, we met my Aunt and cousins at the casino and just had all sorts of our usual fun...which mainly included eating, but you have to do what you are good at...and we are good at eating. Little Richard was much more fun than Tom Jones{mainly because he was more friendly, and I am all about meeting any celebrity just to say I did;)}, he is about as flamboyant as it gets, but my cousin Brandi, Peggy, and I got to get on stage and dance...Brandi was taken on stage by us against her will though, but she had fun. Gosh I wish I had pictures. This lead me to Louisiana Bride Rule # 1:

If given the chance, take it. It may not happen ever again.

Because seriously, Little Richard is no spring chicken. How many more chances have I had to get on stage at his concert since then...a big whopping zero!

Now lets travel back a bit farther, say fall 2004. This was my first concert ever, and with my Nanny of course. We went to see Wayne Newton...at the casino. Awesome concert, but the fun we had after was much better. You see, we were staying in the room across the hall from ole Wayne...and we had a master plan to meet him. Allow me to backtrack a bit, the security guard had a big problemo with me trying to get close to the stage to get a good picture, and he apparently didn't forget who the crazy kid with the disposable camera was. Now back to where I was, after the concert Nanny and I hurried back to the room in hopes of beating Wayne there...and we did. Now for the next part of the plan, we were going to look through the peep hole in the door till he showed up then open it{like we were going somewhere, you don't want to seem overly eager when meeting a celebrity ya know}and just happen to "run into" him and get his autograph. Well after a few minutes and some thought we decided that was to creepy and I should just sit in the hall in between out room/the stairs/the elevator and wait to meet him when he came by, all the while Nanny is still peeping out the hole. Well what do you know Wayne come through the elevator and straight towards me{with his wife and body guard}, I decided to stand up and attempt to greet him to our wonderful floor, cause Lord knows I'm not one of those creepy fans who attacks you walking down the hall{haha ok yes I am}. Needless to say the bodyguard remembered me and quickly blocked me like a secret service man would block the president...and honestly what is a 120lb 18yr old gonna do to a way over 6ft tall man, that is right...not a whole lot even if I tried. I at least got to say hi to him, then I turned and walked back to my room, while they were still in the hall...so that way they knew I wasn't creepy, cause I was staying there too. So Mr. Newton knew where we were staying but never came over to hang out, guess we were just way to cool.

I don't care how many concerts I go to, or who I get to see. Nothing will ever top those three. I think about these fun times all the time, the first week of school I had a kid ask me if I had ever heard of Little Richard, which led to this story.



Wednesday, September 16, 2009

some days

Some days I feel like I am on an episode of The Monkees. The constant antics of 5th graders keep me laughing and prevent me from having a serious face when I am getting onto them half the time.

Today for instance...

I had a kid turn in all of his papers with the name Michael Jackson, that same homework sheet's sentences included "Occupied is a good word. Occupying is bad word." One for every spelling word...so much for using the words in a sentence to understand the meaning. But I was laughing so hard I was nearly crying.

Another kid stood up, got his jacket caught on the desk, and flipped it completely over. At the same time the principal was walking down the hall...and yes he heard the whole commotion, which sounded like a room full of crazed monkeys. This also caused another teacher to come running across the hall to see what happened.

And to end the fun a kid that I told to act like a 5th grader said back to me in the most bizarre voice "But I'm in Pre-K!" This same kid also said "freedom of speech" every time to told him to be quiet. Oh and this child also came running to me at one point with a pink piece of paper that read "I forgot my pink pen" he was having a total cow about how there was a bad word on the note, I couldn't find it anywhere. I finally asked him what he thought it said, knowing that I didn't want to know the answer for fear of his reading skills...he thought it said "I forgot my penis pen." I laid my head on my desk and laughed so hard that if I hadn't bought waterproof mascara I would have looked like a raccoon.

So there you have it, being in 5th grade feels like your living in an episode of The Monkees.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

another pleasant valley Sunday

Well for Sunday Lunch...it was consumed rather quickly but I'll give y'all the recipe for my hot wings anyway.

Hot Wings:
4lbs of Chicken Wings
1 bottle of Louisiana Hot Sauce
few squirts of honey out of the bear
1/4 c of Worcestershire sauce
2 or 3 cloves of garlic
few dashes of onion powder
little bit of lemon juice

Combine in a bowl with the wings and let sit at least overnight, the longer the better. Then grill and toss in any extra hot sauce you have.

Maybe you've noticed I'm not one for measuring.

Now for what I was so anxious to try...I had a cheesecake from good ole south Louisiana about a week ago. My uncle brought it down to celebrate anniversaries and found one with a pecan crust because my Nanny wasn't a fan of graham cracker crust{ex. her secret crust for her Icebox pie...that I knew how to make even though she would never tell me how;)}. The cheesecake was a huge hit by the way, and so much better than regular cheesecake. So in honor of Nanny I am gonna figure out this crust and make the best darn cheesecake ever. The one my Uncle had had a pecan crust but had two layers of cheesecake, one ricotta and one traditional...until I get the crust down pat I am gonna stick to making the ricotta cheese cake with it. Be ready to see many more revisions of this cheesecake to come.

I used Giada De Laurentiis's recipe for the cheesecake and also her directions for the crust too.

Honey Ricotta Cheesecake:
  • 1 (12-ounce) container fresh whole milk ricotta, drained{I used a 15oz}
  • 2 (8-ounce) packages cream cheese, room temperature
  • 3/4 cup sugar
  • 1/4 cup orange blossom or clover honey
  • 1 tablespoon orange zest
  • 4 large eggs
  • I also added some Mexican vanilla to her recipe, I add vanilla to everything, but Nanny especially loved Mexican vanilla so I used it to make this more for her liking.
My Pecan Crust{round one}:
small bag of chopped pecans
few graham crackers
5 Tbsp butter
brown sugar

Combine dry ingredients in food processor, mix with melted butter in cheesecake pan and pat out in bottom of pan.

Directions

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

Wrap the outside of a 9-inch springform pan with 2 3/4-inch-high sides with 2 layers of heavy-duty foil. Finely grind the graham cracker and pecan in a food processor. Add the melted butter and process until the crumbs are moistened. Press the crumb mixture over the bottom (not the sides) of the prepared pan. Bake until the crust is golden, about 15 minutes. Cool the crust completely on a cooling rack.

Blend the ricotta in a clean food processor until smooth. Add the cream cheese and sugar and blend well, stopping the machine occasionally and scraping down the sides of the work bowl. Blend in the honey and orange zest. Add the eggs and pulse just until blended.

Pour the cheese mixture over the crust in the pan. Place the springform pan in a large roasting pan. Pour enough hot water into the roasting pan to come halfway up the sides of the springform pan. Bake until the cheesecake is golden and the center of the cake moves slightly when the pan is gently shaken, about 1 hour and 5 minutes (the cake will become firm when it is cold).

Transfer the cake to a rack and cool 1 hour. Refrigerate until the cheesecake is cold, at least 8 hours and up to 2 days. Cut the cake into wedges and serve.

{I think it needs way more pecan and a much thicker crust, but it came out really well. I especially love the actual cheesecake, so I will be using this for the ricotta half when I finally add the traditional half}



Gruddy: when the words gross and cruddy just don't fully describe the situation.

Yes, this creature waltzed through my doggy door with a head full of hair sticking straight up and completely stiff. After referring to her as gruddy my husband asked where I got that word. So I am now officially adding it to the Louisiana-Bride Dictionary of Made-up and Useful Words.

Is it just me...

...or did it rain a bit?



Saturday, September 12, 2009

its been a week

And in my mind it feels like it never happened. Maybe I just don't want to believe it, who knows. But last night I watched the video by myself, gosh its hard. I can still hear her voice joking around with me about some ugly boots we saw. Which reminds me I need to go back to Belk to see if they got my mugs in yet, considering they were ordered in April, and we fussed at them again in August, I think we should have some by now. In one of the pictures she had a tissue in her hand, she always had a tissue in her pocket. Nanny also told me on my 21st birthday that it was time for me to start using Pond's Cold Cream. Her aunt uses it and doesn't look her age at all, and ya know since my 21st birthday I have used it every day, cause Nanny said so. She cut veggies with a steak knife, I picked on her and said she should use a real knife, it wasn't that she didn't have big fancy knives like I love...she just preferred the dangerous way, tediously slicing onions for her spaghetti that she had to make if Laura, Michael, or Chris were at their house. The one constant thing in life is Nanny's spaghetti, it has tasted exactly the same for as long as I can remember, mine taste different every time I make it. She learned to play the piano in her fifties solely to learn Fur Elise. She was a librarian for 28 years and could tell you just about anything about any book. But to me she was just Nanny, I don't know if she knew just how much I admired her. But considering she knew all sorts of other things that I couldn't figure out how she knew I am guessing she probably knew how we all felt about her. I can't even list things that I would want in grandparents because I have all of it, they genuinely care about us and everything we are up to.

Monday everyone was talking about Nanny's mother Granny Rose. She died when I was four(I think) but I remember a few things from going to her house and when she came to the camp with us. But most of the things I know are stories. She always made banana pudding when people came over, but it was the worst banana pudding ever...somehow she made it runny. She had someone bring her snuff every week when she was in the nursing home, and accused the granddaughters of being lazy because she didn't have great grandchildren...while one of them was pregnant. Her son's swear that when my Nanny and Aunt Billie moved out and got married they nearly starved to death from the lack of good cooking. From the looks of it I come from a long line of spunky women who were all quirky and interesting. I hope that when I have kids and grandkids that they find me to be just as spunky and interesting as everyone else in the family. I hope that one day I have a girl that I can tell about the miracle of cold cream, and how to tie a scarf.

It is weird how typing up all of my thoughts seems to be helping with this. But I am gonna miss her trying to make me line dance, I always tried but I couldn't keep up. Those ladies at the Shrine will give you a run for your money.And that photo down below, its our last and most recent professional family photo where we are all together. Nanny is standing next to me by the way. And our dress hunt for her dress was so funny, we tried on so many dresses and finally bought one that I loved...then she went home and exchanged it for the one she loved that she found in her size, but aren't Nanny and her sister(in the lavender) so stylish and pretty. Nothing about those two and their attitudes says a day over thirty, or grandma for that matter... just fun spunky women that I love to death.


{photo courtesy jenniferlizenbyphoto.com}

Friday, September 11, 2009

cheaper sleeping

After going home last weekend and sleeping in a queen size bed that Mom and Dad had literally just bought...Jeremy got a itch for a bigger bed. I on the other hand like my double size white iron antique bed, but then again I am barely 5'4'' and my husband is like 6'4''. Needless to say sleeping in the fetal position or having your feet hang way off the bed must not be that fun, but short ole me can fit anywhere so I can't personally say I understand his situation.

So here ya go Mom, a pic of the bed:Not exactly the Ethan Allen Quincy bed, but pretty darn close...and a heck of a lot cheaper.
Here is a pic of the Qunicy bed again for comparison:

Close enough right? I am just loving the posters, and once I get all 40 million pillow I sleep with on there you won't be able to see anything but posters anyway(haha).

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Do you know what the good thing about having a blog is? This...

Anonymous said...

Didn"t I tell you swing dancing
was dangerous? GOB

I can go back and read all the comments my Nanny left me on all my pre-wedding post...most of which were warnings against swing dancing. She swore I was going to break my neck at the wedding, I thought I would too...luckily we were both wrong.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

looking through a glass onion

I am not sure how much sense this makes, I am slightly scatter brained. I finally watched the dvd. I wasn't sure how long I would take to watch it either, but luckily there were less tears and more telling Jeremy about different events from when the pictures were taken. Considering I've cried myself to school the past two days, and refused to wear makeup for fear of looking like a raccoon I think missing her but reminiscing about my childhood is a huge step forward. Much better than crying myself to sleep and constantly being upset because it feels like my best friend was taken away.

But I have come to one conclusion, saying "my grandmother died" doesn't fully express the pain and sorrow caused by this. My aunt put something up saying her "mother-in-law" died, but honestly she thought of Nanny as much more than a mother-in-law, so by saying that word too it is also an understatement of the situation. I feel like telling people "yeah she was technically my grandmother, but imagine someone taking your mother, grandmother, and best friend at the same time" cause other than my own mother, she was my mother. My aunt looked at me at one point and said "she was my mother too" and truthfully she was, I can't imagine a better mother-in-law/daughter-in-law situation in my life, I wish Nanny could be my mother-in-law too. I honestly can't imagine what my uncle and mother feel right now, and I wish I would never have to feel that...but one day I will too. Nanny was honestly the best person in the universe, if I were to write the "Most Unforgettable Character" column in Reader's Digest I would write about her. Every memory I have of her growing up revolves around watching soap operas with her after work, listening to her play piano, her gardening, playing with us/refereeing our battles, shopping, talking, and everything else in the world she did with me and the other three grandchildren. Happiness occurred and still occurs at Nanny and Pop's house, I never feel more content than I do sitting on the couch watching TV or hanging out with the family. When we are there life just feels right.

I don't ever think this will totally sink in. I know I can't call her, but I know what she would say if I did, and I can always call Pop{which always makes me just as happy as talking to Nanny}. I think I will always wait for her to walk back into the house, because all weekend it felt like she would. You never know exactly how much you love someone until they are gone, I thought that I loved my family a lot before, but apparently I love these people a lot more than that because I have never felt such shock and pain, or been as hysterical as I was when my mother called me Saturday. But I am so glad we didn't have a funeral, I thought my parents were nuts for wanting to be cremated and have a memorial party, but Nanny was a happy woman and anything other than visiting with family and talking about all the good times, not to mention to joking around with her brothers, would not have been symbolic of her life. Her life was filled with crazy brothers, and sister she was best friends with, kids and a husband who loved her, and grandkids who idolized her. If it wasn't for her and Pop none of us would be who we are and where were are today. I feel like one of the luckiest people in the world to be apart of this family.

And before you thought there would be no pictures, here are pics from the weekend before my Mom's birthday. I am so glad I went home when I did because I got to go line dancing and listen to Pop play music with Nanny, my Mom, and my cousin. Plus we went shopping, which is always fun, and bought Mom a ice cream maker...which makes the best ice cream ever.



It is really hard to be sad looking at these, I have so much fun hanging out with Nanny and Mom.


video
If you look close in the video it pans over to Nanny dancing while Pop is playing music. I can't believe that was only a month ago. I love my Nanny;)

***and if you don't get the title, it is a Beatles song. And you'd have to know a ton of Beatles random facts to get it/read "The Walrus was Paul." Well that is my random Beatles-ish-y-fact-y-ness-thingy for the day.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

It may be a few days before I get the chance to post again. My Nanny died suddenly yesterday morning and I am home helping everyone with whatever they need. So no Sunday Lunch this week, although I had one planned, unless you wanna see a pic of the sandwich I am eating haha. I think I will make a post about her soon, maybe, considering all the talking I was doing to myself last night in my head it may help to put in into words on here. She is honestly one of the very few people in the world{all of which include her and my Pop} that I have never been mad or argued with, they are just that stinking perfect of grandparents/people/parents. I am just trying to handly this the way she would, and considering the wonderful since of humor our nutty family has it is a lot easier to cope by making joke about funny things she did. And I think that is what I am gonna keep doing...cause if she can't go shopping with me and talk bad about tacky clothes in the store I'll just have to do it by myself;)

Thursday, September 03, 2009

agoraphobia...when its ok to have a problem

**Update: I have officially lost my mind. I just caught myself holding my breathe while in Walmart so that I couldn't catch any flu germs. I also used Germx a few time at the check out. From the looks of it I may be blogging from the "nut house" soon...it didn't help that the college ran out of flu shots the day I was able to go get one.

Dear Real Me,

If you read this stop using Germx, a month ago you didn't believe in all this crazy mess. You ate healthy and rarely got sick. Please don't let a few sick kids send you into a downward freak out. You never even purchased Germx before this year. Not to mention you never use to want to Lysol humans.

Please come back soon,

The you from a few weeks ago

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Just because I kinda overheard someone talking about a kid at our school getting testing to see what kind of flu the kid has...plus they came over the intercom telling us to wipe things down with Lysol today. Great I am half sick from these kids, now they are going to freak me out into a germ induced agoraphobia.

Here are three articles:

http://healthmad.com/conditions-and-diseases/swine-flu-prevention-tips-with-a-difference/

http://www.cdc.gov/flu/protect/habits.htm

http://www.webmd.com/cold-and-flu/cold-guide/12-tips-prevent-cold-flu



Wednesday, September 02, 2009

working at match.com

Sunday lunch was quite a bust this week. I was half dead from kid flu{aka the common cold, commonly spread by kids} and only made pasta. This "pasta" would be called spaghetti but I don't like to eat spaghetti noodles on account of my grandfather video taping me when I was a kid and everyone picking on me for an unheard length of time...yes I am serious I rarely use actual spaghetti from that traumatic childhood event{haha}. I promise I will cook something this Sunday though.
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In school news...I was outside my room yesterday after lunch and suddenly heard a bunch of kids screaming "OMG save us! Someone spray Lysol!" This was quickly followed by a girl saying "Get over it! I had baked bean for breakfast and I have held it in all day!" Yes, a girl. I was shocked and appalled a girl said this, I would think a boy would say it but not a girl.

Then today I asked the question I have been wondering about all week and the conversation went something like this:

Me- "Hey {insert boy name here}, why has {insert another boy name here} been acting so strange all week?"

Boy#1- "He is dating {insert girl name}."

Me{while turning towards the whole class}- "Seriously, Y'all do realize this is not Match.com or speed dating!"

Boy#2- "I forgot my phone in your desk can I get it?"

Me- "Yes, quick."

Boy#1- "He just wants it so he can text {insert girl name} tonight."

I had totally forgot 5th grade is when everyone discovers the wonderful world of dating. Oh to be 10 and in love again. It is hard to not just laugh when they do nutty stuff.
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