For those of you that would like to get me something that I'd really love this Christmas, check out this outfit with this hat. You know you want them too.
Edited to add: Thank you, Rappy, for reminding me! How could I forget the Uggs?! And, as an added bonus, they're throwing in a genuine kangaroo scrotum with purchases over $150.00. Now THAT's a coin purse!
In honor of Thanksgiving, my contribution to your recipe file is:
Marshmallow Krispie Bars~
Bake a 13X9 pan of brownies. Yup, just plain ole brownies. Out of a box. That's right. Or you could make your own recipe, but whatever, during the last 3 or so minutes that the brownies have to bake, pull them out of the oven, (use hotpads, folks), sprinkle 1 (10 1/2 oz) bag of miniature marshmallows over brownies, return to oven and DON'T FORGET to take them back out in a couple of minutes, mkay?.
Next~ In a medium saucepan, melt 1 1/2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips, 1 cup creamy, (or not), peanut butter, 1 T. butter, (and please tell me that you're not gonna use Blue Bonnet on it), over lllooowww heat, stirring constantly, (yeah, right). When melted, add 1 1/2 c. Crispy Rice Cereal; mix well. Spread mixture over the brownies. Let! them! cool! completely then cut into cute little squares.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Well, I may soon have another mouth to feed. After a year away, our dog Zoey may be coming back to live with us. Zoey, a chow, went with my ex when he moved out last year, because I figured I had enough to do with the kids and the cats. But now, Zoey is not being adequately cared for, and is in need of a good home. I cannnot ignore this situation, and could not live with myself if she were to be taken to the Humane Society, so unless someone expresses interest in her this week, she'll be coming back home. This news does not please me. Zoey is a very good dog. She's sweet, and very pretty, but she poops. Dog poop. Poop that stinks. Poop that will be randomly scattered about my back yard. I have a child that recently began to use the regular toilet, but I still must supervise this operation. I have another child who is still in diapers, who requires me to attend to him several times a day. I have two cats who use a litter box that requires daily sifting and weekly changing. And now? I will have to walk around my fairly large back yard with a scoop and a bag to avoid stinky land mines.
The happy part of this will be that Zoey will be much better off and my children will be ecstatic. Oh Joy.
This weekend was beautiful! It was warm! We wore shorts! We frolicked outside!
Today it is cold. It is snowing. We are bundled up. It bites ass.
This should be a fun week, though, regardless of the weather. My Mom turns 70 tomorrow, and we are going out for a nice dinner. Then Wednesday night, Lonny and I are going to a party, and ,of course, Thurday is Thanksgiving. On some years my Mom's birthday falls on Thanksgiving Day, which I would hate if I were her. It's bad enough to grow older, but then you have to bear all of the turkey jokes, too. Plus, with all that food around, she usually doesn't get a special cake. We just stick a candle in the pumpkin pie and call it another year.
My weekend was very uneventful, but at least the weather was nice. At church yesterday, my Mom had to say a small part during a choir program, and the last line was "with dignity and grace". My daughter practically yelled "Mom~ Grandma's up there talking about YOU!" Everyone around us cracked up. It was one of those kids-say-the-darndest-things moments. Not an embarrassing one, like the last time she was loud when she informed me, and everyone else, that she didn't like the prayer at church because it was too boring. Ahh the joy of children.
My favorite new snack is Rold Gold Honey Wheat Braided Twist Pretzels. I only bought them thinking my children might eat them, and I ended up eating the entire bag in two sittings. Pretzles generally become bird food at our house, but these are too good. They aren't dark, so don't have that burnt-ish flavor that most pretzles have, the honey gives them just a hint of sweetness, plus they have that chunky salt on them. Added bonus, you won't break your teeth on these.
I must have another bag! Or two. Or ten...
Edited 11-24-03 to add: My children don't like them! Horray!
This entry really isn't all about me, it's about the "All About Me" sidebar to the left. Confused much? I changed the information yesterday, from a brief, yet boring description of myself, to a speech from one of my favorite plays. I've seen "The Tragedy of Julius Ceasar" performed several times, and had to memorize Brutus' part in high school. This one was my favorite, although this is only an excerpt. I am a 12 year-old again, remembering the names of some of the characters in the play: Popilius, Clitus, Publius, Trebonius... Hee. I bet Shakespeare giggled the whole time, too!
