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I'm a costume designer, makeup artist, teacher, mom, sewer, knitter, baker, want-to-learn-how-to-do-it-all, blogging, Costumed Beagle enthusiast. I am not always pleasant, although through intensive cupcake therapy I have learned not to throw knives at people anymore.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Anna's First Cavity

The kids got my teeth.  There are lots of things, genetically speaking, that I passed onto them that I wished I had been able to stop, but teeth of steel wasn't one of them.
This was a good choice for evolution to take, because the other side of that gene pool has teeth made of clay.  They literally crumble when biting into soft warm bread.
Not my chompers.  Despite rather so-so dental hygiene in my family and NO dentists visits ever (we never had dental insurance) I did not get my first cavity until I was 21.  Because of this there is a distinct lack of silver in my mouth, since in the last 20 years they mainly fill things with the tooth like stuff.

My baby was high....
When I was in elementary school, they would pack us up and take us down Telegraph Street, The only main street in Washington, to THE dentist in town, and he would check the whole school.  In one day.  It was a basic exam and was VERY exciting, especially for those of us who did not go to dentists.  We would also get those little fizzy pink pills that you chewed on and it turned your teeth pink where you didn't brush very well.  My teeth were usually pink for days.  

Anyway, the kids had their bi-annual check up last week and Boo, Anna had her first cavity.  She cried.  I think her dentist wanted to cry.  We were the longest running family without cavities in his practice.  It was on a baby tooth, but one that won't be coming out within the next year, so she had to have it filled.  She was a trooper.  No fuss, no fighting, no worry.  Of course they gave her laughing gas and she was pretty high "mom my legs are floating" and they have videos playing on the ceiling, which for my media driven urchins probably would keep them happy through a whole mouth full of cavities without any laughing gas.
Luckily, this was Anna with the cavity.  Had it been William, he would just shrug and continue on not really caring, but Anna...well she's stepped up her game.  She's asking me to time her brushing to make sure she does it long enough and is allowing me to help her with her flossing.

I'll be surprised if she ever sees another cavity again in her life.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Happy Leap Day!

Not since Groundhog Day has a holiday been so eagerly looked forward to.  Perhaps it is because Anna has a kid in her class that is turning 2 tomorrow, or perhaps it is because this is the first Leap Day in their collective memory, but it is a big deal, I can tell you.  Big as in they want to know what special foods we are going to eat tomorrow.  I have no idea what kind of foods you should eat on Leap Day, but I need to choose carefully, because from here on out they will expect this same food as part of our family "tradition."  I made that mistake with green pancakes for St. Patty's a few years back, and now I am stuck with it.

I went-a-looking for leap year traditions, but sadly most of them revolve around women proposing marriage to men.  (And WHY on earth would I do that? I'd rather have an elaborate breakfast tradition...)
But I did like the way the Finnish did it--if the man refused the offer of marriage he had to buy her fabric for a skirt.  Awesome.  I guess new clothes made the rejection easier to deal with?

I don't know if you all are 30 Rock fans, but they had a super funny episode about Leap Year last week.  If you work with a lot of people who watch the show, you may want to make sure you wear blue and yellow tomorrow...
You can still catch it on Hulu.

Happy Leap Year!

Monday, February 27, 2012

Best Dressed on the Red Carpet & Things I love part 10

And the award goes to......
Miss Piggy!

Fashion Forward.
Beautiful bling.
And despite her age, can still pull off a plunging neckline like that.

Have I ever mentioned how when I was still just a young thing I wanted to design for Miss Piggy?
True Story.
That & lead tour guides.  To anywhere.  As long as it was on a tram.

She should probably be on things I love.  Because I have always loved me a fashionable pig.

So be it.  Miss Piggy is my "Things I Love" part 10.
This wraps up my "Things I Love" blogging for February.  It seems fitting that it end here.
Long live the pig.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Oscars and Why We LOVE to Hate Those Gowns

I love award shows.  Well, not all awards shows, mostly just award shows involving movies, musicals and beauty....which is probably only about 75% of all award shows.

This Weekend is the Oscars, and like those of you who also watch the Oscars, I'm looking at the gowns.
If you follow me on Pinterest, you'll see that a ridiculous amount of my time is spent pinning pretty dresses.  In my defense, I am a costume designer, and many are historical pieces, so I consider this research.  I have whole boards dedicated to different time periods....but I digress.

Oscar's dresses.  So many are so lovely, but those aren't the ones we spend a lot of time buzzing about, are they?  No.  We love to mock and jeer at the poor unfortunate beautiful Hollywood starlet who got herself talked into some mess of a dress.  And thanks to the Internet, we can keep bringing that mistake back up to the surface every year for the rest of their lives until they die or drift away into obscurity.

We are a cruel cruel world.
I really should spend a moment here to discuss why it is that we love to hate them, but that isn't as much fun as just showing you...

So in that spirit, let's take a look! (In order of year of appearance...)

My Top 10 Worst Oscar Dresses in my immediate memory and lifetime

Cher 1986.  So many things begin and end w/ Cher.  In all fairness, 
Cher alone could take up half my list. 
 But I'm going to pick this one because of the headdress.  
How would you have liked to get the seat behind her?

Kim Basinger 1989.  This is what happens when Scarlett Ohara mates w/  
one the guys from Interview w/ a Vampire...

Demi Moore 1989.  One could argue that the 80's were hard on everyone in regard to fashion,
 but bike shorts at an award show is just NOT OK.  Ever.  
If you remember back that far, you will know that she designed this one herself.  
Some things (although this list begs to differ, doesn't it?) should be left to the professionals.
And yet, she looks so happy to be there.

Gena Davis 1990.  You know how bad plastic surgery can ruin a pretty successful Hollywood career?
 (*cough* Meg Ryan* cough*)
 I'm pretty sure a bad Oscar dress can do just about the same thing.

Celine Dion 1999.  Before we ever even get to the outfit, let's just say what everyone is thinking:
 hats are never a good idea at a formal awards show.  
Ever.  Have you ever seen one? No.  The answer is no.  
Now about the outfit...she's wearing it backwards.  Enough said.

Angelina Jolie 1999.  I'm actually an Angelina fan (on the screen anyway) but that whole 
goth/Morticia/drinking of the blood faze was certainly odd.  
And ugly.  REally  really ugly.

Kate Hudson 2001.  It is perhaps to her advantage that you can't even tell who this is in this dress. 
And shame  shame shame on Stella McCartney for this design.  

Gwyneth Paltrow 2001.  Such a pretty girl.  Such an awful dress.  
Another award show no-no: saggy boobs. 
 Wait, I would like to expand that rule to be an everyday rule, 
for everyone, all over the world.  No saggy boobs.  Please, I beg you.

Bjork in 2001.  If it looks dead on you...It probably wasn't a good choice.  
I feel like this dress is sort of like cheating, because this poor girl has never made a good
 fashion choice in her life, and this one is so benign.  
But it showed up on the red carpet and is just so easy to put on this list.

Uma Thurman 2004.  Perhaps when you are just that structurally magnificent, 
you think to yourself "I can get away with wearing anything!"  
but this dress just proves that a bad dress can go horribly wrong on even the best of long legs.
This one hurts me so much.  

It's like a larger version of a paper bag dress I sewed for my Barbie when I was 7.

*Please note, I KNOW there are lots more ugly dresses out there.  I think you could dedicate an entire blog to ugly formals, but time is short and I'm not quite at that level to think myself capable of picking apart too much fashion.  Just the obvious.  And really awful.  REALLY awful.
But have you noticed how they come in waves?  REally bad years.  The dresses, are rather like the oscars themselves.  You might have a year with several really great movies, who in any other year would have taken away the top spot from some so-so film that won, but somehow ended up in a year with lots of great stuff to choose from and so got lost in the fray.

I am also always left wondering "What IF, when the world ends and the only thing that survives that leaves all those alien life forms out there any information about our world and our culture if THIS blog post.  What sort of history will they construct?"  I think this all the time.  I really do.

Oh...too deep for this post.
Enjoy the Show!

Friday, February 24, 2012

Things I Love Part 9: Libraries

I love books.  And I love places where books are kept.  I love our library.  I love all libraries because they are places where you can go and get book for FREE, but I especially love our little Murray Library.  We know most of the librarians by name and most know us, if not by name, then our faces for sure.  So much so, that if I go in and tell my favorite librarians that I would like a certain book (a new fancy book on home canning?) they order it and I get to be the very first person to check it out.  Or if there is a TV series they don't have (The West Wing!!) it was only a couple of weeks before I got an email notice saying it was in and waiting for me.

I love, when I get my property tax statement at the end of the year and it line items out how much went to our public library (it is something like $57), I love knowing that I used every single penny of it.  And probably all my neighbor's allocated taxes too.

I love that if I want a book or CD or DVD or WHATEVER, I can go online and request it and then someone pulls it for me and I just have to go into the shelf and there they all are all lined up waiting for me.

My kids just like to go there.  For FUN.  They like to sit and read in the library.  They like to wander up and down the aisles.  We very often (all too often quite frankly) have in excess of 50 books out at a time...I usually ask them not to print off our check-out list because I feel bad about the waste of paper. And just recently, since my new knitting phase set in, I realized that there is a whole SECTION in the library dedicated to my new obsession with such pretty photography and such cute patterns and I can take them home and try them out without breaking the bank.

We load up before all our big road trips...Yellowstone National Park?  We were well schooled in the geothermal nature of the park, where to go, what animals to see and what artists had been there before we ever even set foot in it.  Before there was the internet, there were books.

I love the smell of books.  I love the feel of books.  I could never quit books.  All the fancy gadetry in the world will never ever keep me from going to my library and checking out the books.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Things I Love part 8: Those Mountains

I love the mountains.  I get that there are other really awesome places in the world, like beaches (I'm not knocking beaches), but I just don't love the sun and sand and the constant fear that a random shark is going to jump up and eat your child.
Mountains aren't completely devoid of scariness, especially when you strap sticks onto your feet and go careening down them at break-neck speeds.  But you don't have to do that to enjoy them.
They also have their predators, but mountain lions and bears are slightly more predictable that anything that lurks in the ocean.  Just don't go hiking after spilling ham juice on yourself or your child.  Bears and mountain lions love little children basted in ham juice.

What is not to love about mountains?
I like them when they are covered in snow.
I like them when they are socked in with clouds.
I like them in the summer for hiking and wild flowers.
I like them in the fall with the leaves and crisp air.
(I am going to stop now, because I am not a poet, nor Dr. Seuss...but express my sentiments I must!)

I  missed them so much when I lived in no-mountain lands (Wisconsin, Ohio, North Carolina, South Carolina....).  They are comforting to me.  If you didn't grow up with them, they are probably not the thing you miss.  People would say "We've got mountains!"  and then I would drive the 2 hours to get to the "mountain" and discover that their heap of dirt was about as big as Stahelie's hill  (you Washington kids know exactly which hill I'm talking about...).  And was most definitely NOT a mountain.

A mountain should take you all day long and some moleskin OR a lift to get up.  A mountain takes your breath away, not just because of its sheer beauty but because you are really high up and there's not a lot of air up there.

They also help me navigate-which is no small task but extremely practical, to be sure.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Deeper Questions of the Universe: Skinny Jeans

So Here is a deeper-question-of-the-universe I am struggling with:
Can a not-so-skinny gal wear skinny jeans?  Because I think they can be cute.  But mostly when I see them being cute, they are on an 18 year old who might be a size 6.  I don't like to think in terms smaller than that.  Smaller than that is children's sizing.

Because you know I don't want to look all twinsies with my 7 year old (although she doesn't mind...yet.)

Can I get away with it?  I mostly like it because it hides my ankles, which have never been small, even when the rest of me was in need of serious nourishment, and I also happen to like my feet, because in relative terms to the rest of me, they are still pretty small.  I like how they look in these cute little numbers from Target.  I like the ballet flat look.  I like it for me.  But looking silly above the ankle is not worth wearing jeans too small and too young for you.

So what do you think?  Yay or nay?

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Things I love Part 7: Hair Did

You know what perks a girl up?  Gettin' her hair did.  I was lucky that my regularly scheduled appt. came right during my pity party (which you will be glad to know is over).

I have been through a couple of stylists in the last few years, but I'm pretty happy with the one I have right now.  The bad thing is that she is a bit on the pricey side (for me...I think what she charges is pretty standard for SLC).  But she helped me over come a bit of over processedness that happened last year w/ a different stylist and still keep those locks agrowin.  I wasn't really trying to grow out my hair, but since I couldn't come up with a style that is what happens, your hair just grows.  I had short hair just three years ago (and by short, I mean I totally could have snuck into the MTC if I had been wearing a suit short) and as you can see...not so short.

 I can't decide if this is a good thing or not.  I do not want to be one of those moms who do not realized that they have entered a different age category and still continue to dress (and do their hair) like their teenage daughter...

Anyway, hair did.  It always feels good.  You go in looking like you just rolled out of bed and you come out feeling fabulous.

I wish I could have someone style my hair for me everyday.  Well, maybe not everyday, because that would be tiresome to look so great all the time, but maybe once a week?  I could totally cope w/ my own hair for the rest of the week.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Things I Love: Part 6: Ski Utah

I've waited for today for 3 months.  We've had so little snow, I wondered if we would get to ski at all.
I had a Christmas ski pass waiting and William had the 5th grade passport (if you are going to have a 5th or 6th grader in the next few years, check this out...FREE passes!) so we were able to ski without too much of the usual expense.
We had a great day.  It was clear bright blue skies for as far as the eye could see all morning, and for a holiday it wasn't as crowded as I expected.
The Citizens and I love to get out and ski, and someday, when I find that rich Surgeon, we're going to do it a lot.  All over the world.

But I'm pretty sure we'll still think Utah has the greatest snow on earth.

There are a lot of ways to ski on the cheap if you know where to look.

At Alta, you can ski for just $5 after 3:00 everyday.  That gives you 1 1/2 hours to hit the slopes, which is more than enough time if you or a small one is just learning.

Brighton Ski Resort offers free skiing to kids 7 and under, and has some great deals on night skiing too.

Snowbird and Powder Basin also offer free skiing to kids 6 and under.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Things I Love part 5: Snow & Waffles

This morning I woke up on what looked like the wrong side of the bed.  I slept poorly and I have a painful knot under one of my shoulder blades.  BUT then I looked outside and saw SNOW!
I love waking up on a Lazy Sunday to snow best of all (see last Sunday's post on loving Lazy Sundays...).  Especially when I didn't know we were going to get any.  We haven't had much snow this year, and I have not really shoveled at all.  But when you wake up to it on a Sunday...you don't really have to do anything with it except enjoy how pretty it is.

William likes his straight up w/ butter and maple syrup
Given how I woke up I was going to give The Citizens cereal for breakfast, but an entire change of mood and a handful of Advil demanded something better.  And better at our house is usually waffles.

We have a "family" recipe that is pretty awesome.  I will include it below.  When we lived in Waffle House country people used to rave about them waffles, but I could never understand because our waffles at home were so dang tasty, so why would you want to get dressed to go to some really dingy diner filled with cigarette smoke and which also looked like it hadn't been cleaned properly this century when you could stay at home in your pajamas and have really really really good ones?  In clean air.

Anna is my strawberry & whipped cream gal
I like mine w/ peanut butter and maple syrup.  Do not judge until you have tried this.  It is amazing.
And will change your life forever.
I also like them w/ yummy blackberry syrup and a touch of cream....Oh heaven.

Things are looking up.

Here is the waffle  recipe:

La's Superior Waffles
4 eggs, separated
2 cups milk
3 cups flour
2 teaspoons sugar
1 tablespoon corn meal
4 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/3 to 2/3 cup oil or melted butter (I usually only put about 1/4 cup in...)

Beat the egg whites until stiff (but not dry) peaks form.  In another bowl, beat together egg yolks and milk.  Sift or whisk together dry ingredients and add to milk mixture.  Beat well.  Stir in oil or melted butter.  Fold in egg white.  Cook in hot waffle iron.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Pity Party parts 3 & 4, Respectively

Have I mentioned I can be a bit self-indulgent when appropriate?

To at least allow me some respect on this note, it was Anna who suggested that we hit the Sweet Tooth Fairy (What?? You haven't been here.  Don't do it.  This is NOT a paid ad for them, although I think I could bring them a fair amount business...) while waiting for William's Basketball practice to finish up last night (damn them putting one in right in the intersection of our lives!) so it is really HER fault.  As we pulled in she squealed "I love this place!  This is where they keep the most precious things in the UNIVERSE!" and then added as an afterthought "Except what you make mama, cause you are the bestest cook ever."
Thank you Anna.

Today I was able to splurge on a lunch with a friend who also felt rejected this week and we were able to enjoy a child-free lunch where we ate every last bit of our ginormous Cafe Rio salads and didn't even feel guilty about it.  We discussed how we felt too old to be making huge life decisions.  I am not too old for a lot of things, but on this account I feel through.  I've been making life decisions of a rather important magnitude since I was three (according to one uncle I was never really a child so much as a small unpleasant adult, so it seems appropriate that I would also have the cares of an adult even then.)

The lunch today did my soul (if not my waistline) good, and I think I am almost done with this.  I will probably have to bake something decadent while I am skipping Sunday School tomorrow, but then I think I can return to my regular surly self and not this hyper-surl that I have been of late.

I'm thinking homemade Samoas...I've seen some really tasting looking pins on pinterest lately....

If you're looking for other sorts of decadence, you can follow me on this board.  If you are in any way trying not to be 300 lbs. though...don't go there.  Consider this fair warning.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Things I Love Pt. 3: My Indoor Plumbing

Now you might think it strange that I claim to love my indoor plumbing.  But I do.  It is also at the top of my list of things I am thankful for at Thanksgiving.

It keeps me from having to use an outhouse or chamber pot in the middle of the cold winter night.  It silently redirects all our waste to...somewhere.

It provides my house with clean water all day everyday.  It means I use new fangled appliances like a dishwasher and washing machine without so much a thought.

It means HOT showers any time I feel like it.

What's not to love?  If I had to choose between The Citizens and my plumbing...let's just say I'd have to think about it.

**On an entirely separate note-did you know today was National Random Acts of Kindness Day (or RAK)?  I did not.  Today is the "official" day, but this organization would like to see people do kind stuff all week....it is not a bad idea.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Pity Party

So here's how I wallowed in self-pity today:

I know I said Cafe Rio, but this was on the way, and my despair demanded efficiency.

In Full disclosure, that is a CHOCOLATE SHAKE...so it was pretty decadent.

And I do feel a little better.


Here it is.  Rejection in a form letter...
There is nothing quite so poignant after a day of so much love as a day where you don't feel any.  As you know, since I've told you, my job security has not been so good lately.  You know, cause both education and the arts are soooo important and all. So I've felt inclined to take a peek at the broader job market.  I really don't want to do this.  I don't want to move.  Again.  I like it here.  I like raising my kids here.  They are in school.  But I've done it before, and if need be I'll do it again.
So I took a peek...and a couple of job postings caught my interest.  Well, at least one did.  So I applied.
I've always had good luck with job applications.  Just out of grad school I short listed at 6 different colleges and universities and flew all over the place to interview (that's how I ended up in North Carolina).  So I felt at least somewhat confident, because now, I am more experienced and stuff.
But the thing about my job is...is that #1 I practically have to wait for someone to DIE before a job opens up.  Yup, for my financial security someone has to go belly-up.  Maybe retire, but mostly die.
#2 my area is probably one of the least thought about areas in a field that is quite possibly the least thought about discipline in the world.  Because all those actors just dress themselves (just pull it out of the closet!) and make their own wigs look good (what?? they're wearing a wig??).
And #3 If the economy is bad (which it is..) the arts are the least likely to get funded, right behind education....so if you happen to teach in the arts, as I am attempting to do--good luck.

So I've waited almost two months after this position closed to hear from them and it came today.  A rejection letter.  Dear Professor Beene, we do not want you.

They of course, said it much more wordy and "professional" but that's what they meant.
Despite the fact that I didn't actually want their stupid job anyway, it mattered.  It mattered that they didn't want me.  I wanted to have to make the choice-should we or shouldn't we??

We all face some sort of disappointment and rejection all through our lives, so I'm wondering why I haven't developed some sort of wonder skin.  And it is the little things (or maybe it isn't so little, but I'm really trying not to care) that bring up all the insecurities we've harbored since Jr. High.  It is all about that silly lunch table I didn't get to eat at because Kirsten snorted milk through her nose in the 7th grade (it really probably isn't her fault, but I'm pretty confident she's going to read this and since we were glued at the hip, I can blame a lot of things on her as I'm sure she does on me.  It's symbiotic).

BUT anyway, although I didn't want their dumb job, I'm sad.  REJECTED.  And very very tired.  And sadly, despite being quite the catch in the job market, it will still take me a few days and probably a Cafe Rio salad or two to get over it.  And maybe a nap.  And a coke ( a big one). And some soup.  And a bath (yeah, I'll milk it...)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Laziness, A Holiday, and a New Tradtion?

The Citizens seemed to think that yesterday was special.  I'm usually pretty dead-on honest with my kids, but they were happy and I was tired.  BUT they seemed to think I owed them a valentine.  Helping them make theirs and copious sugar cookies did not seem to be enough.

But again, I was tired.  There was no way I was going to take them out last night....and somehow the soup I was going to make didn't seem "special" enough for V-day.  I didn't have much in the way of "special" ingredients in the fridge, but I had bought some strawberries (out of season!!) that I was going to let them dip in chocolate.  I fell back on an old trick of my dad's (and probably yours)...breakfast for dinner.

The Fresh Strawberries were nice, but this one has
blackberry jam & whip cream.

Then, my poor brain (which had taught all day and had to go to 2 different Joann's) actually worked for a minute.  CREPES.  They are really just fancy pancakes.  We had strawberries, jam, whipped cream and some chocolate.....

Guess what is Anna's favorite topping?  Yes, that's right,
Whip Cream...

Yes, that is what I fed my kids for dinner.  I was very popular.  It was "special".  I did not end up more tired than I started.  It was not complicated or messy.  And I felt better because there were fresh strawberries...they got something healthy in there.
Wm was all about the chocolate...cause he hadn't
had enough today

The Citizens were pleased and announced we should do this EVERY VALENTINES DAY!!!  and quite possibly, we will.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Valentine for All

Happy Valentine's Day!
I know it is Valentine's Day because I have a 7 year old girl who was bouncing off the wall last night (I can't wait to see her all hopped up on candy this afternoon) and who picked out my outfit for me today so I would look appropriate on the day of love.  I am complete with a red cardigan and a large silver heart necklace that William picked out himself for me when he was 5.  I tried to balance out all this love fashion  with copious amounts of black eyeliner and my granny shoes.

One of our few Valentine's Day traditions at our house is the baking of the heart shaped sugar cookie.  I only make these beasts twice a year.  They are worth the wait.  I know other people will tell you their recipe is the best, but really this one is the best.  It is from an old edition of The Joy of Cooking (It is not in the most current edition of Joy, so I keep around my old book just for this recipe) and I  took pictures of the recipe and posted it below.  It is a bit heavy on technique, this recipe, but again...worth it.

I decided to try my hand at royal icing and "flooding" the cookies and then piping stuff on them-you know, cause it's pretty.  Usually I do the fluffy kind and it is pretty tasty, but not particularly good looking.  I found a pretty good tutorial from Pinterest (find it here) that shows you how to do it and also gives you a link to her favorite royal icing recipe.  I think I may have gotten my icing a titch thick, so I couldn't get them perfectly smooth, but still, I think they turned out quite nice.

And so, for all of you who love today, or hate today, or feel under-appreciated and not loved to your full potential, I have a cookie for you.  You just have to find me.  I will be distributing them willy-nilly throughout the day to those I come in contact with.  And if you know you won't run into me, but really really feel you deserve a cookie, let me know...we may be able to work something out.

One of my favorite cookbooks of all time

This is rolling out of the dough technique...worth it, I tell you.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Things I Love Pt. 3: Lazy Sunday Mornings

I love a good lazy Sunday morning.  This doesn't always happen; it is mostly dependent on our church schedule.  Right now we have church at 1:00, which is my least favorite church time, but wonderful for slow lazy Sunday mornings.

Everyone sleeps in, and then if the mood strikes, I might cook a lovely breakfast.  The citizens are fond of pancakes or waffles and any kind of processed breakfast pig meat.  This morning it was biscuits with loads of jam (if you're Anna) or sausage sandwich style (if you're William).

Personally, I don't have a preference, not being a breakfast sort of person myself (although I will say that blackberry jam I put up last summer does perk one up when facing the daunting prospect of 3 hours of church...).

I like fresh juice, myself.  I'm not a coffee drinker (I just don't get it...it tastes burnt), hot cocoa is not an everyday drink, and herbal teas are medicinal.  But fresh orange juice...oh, it is a gift from the gods.

 A few years ago I found this little nugget of sunshine in the basement of my MIL and took it.  It belongs to the category of Under-Appreciated-Small-Appliances-of-the-70's.  I love it.  It is not fancy, or shiny, but let me tell you, if you see one of these at the D.I., you should snag it.  It is awesome.  And it only does citrus not any of those fancy-smancy avocado and carrot type juices.

Friday, February 10, 2012

My Sorry Valentine

Anna's final results.  Hers turned out better than mine.
I had this moment last week when I said "To HELL with commercialized valentines!  We will MAKE our own!"  I think I've been spending too much time on Pinterest and have seen so many cute things that people make and do.  Crazy People.  It makes one delusional.

So last Sunday Anna & I got out the stuff.  She was unbelievable excited about this whole adventure.

But here's the thing: it took HOURS and lots of paper and glue and patience and in the end, ours weren't all that cute.  Cute enough, but geez, the cost of what little cuteness we were able to produce...

Anna gettin' all creative
So now, hopefully, I am getting to you before you think these thoughts brought on by the misadventures of people with no lives and I plead with you-DON'T DO IT.  Buy them.  Spend that $1.29 at Target and give yourself peace.  They all get thrown away anyway.

I had also intended for this to a family project, but William was not interested.  You would have thought I had suggested he stop and play with Anna's My Little Ponies by the disgusted look on his face.  He would have none of it.

This one is, by far, my favorite.  She told me she was going to put a different message on each card...and I guess she ran out of ideas.  I don't know what is going on with poor little Elora, but i'll bet she's going to be just fine...especially after she gets this valentine.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Things Huck Loves

I have tried really hard not to abuse my Beagle by purposely irritating him this week.  I think this is very good of me, particularly since it gives me such joy and since I was sorting winter hats and it would have put him in a very foul mood indeed if I had tried all of them on him.

Since I've been posting on things I love this month, I thought I'd share something that Huck loves.  Which is sitting in the sun.  Not OUT in the sun, mind you...that would require going outside and he is much too civilized to be an outside dog, but inside, wherever it may fall.