Thursday, May 26, 2011

Funky Cold Medena

I'm in....something. Call it a funk, a slump, postpartum, whatever.

It's the kind of funk that makes you want to stay in bed all day and not even open the blinds, which is the first thing I do every morning.

Of course, this isn't an option when you have four adorable boys running around that need their mom to do pretty much everything for them, so I only daydream about being in bed and not opening the blinds.

Some of this is my inability to be organized. It worked out okay when it was just me, myself, and I...and then maybe even after a kid or two. But now it is apparent that I am causing problems in our family with my laissez-faire attitude (ie. lack of planning and being too spontaneous). Transitioning from a Type B personality to an A is hard to do when you are really not an A. (and your husband is the epitome of an A). I think my kids are A's too, so I need to get with the program already.

And it could be my recent mothering endeavors that landed me the worst mother of the year award. First, in an effort to stop a raging bull (Jackson) from attacking Bryce, I stuck my hand out to stop him and ended up scratching him pretty hard across his chest. He has the marks to prove it and of course, I feel awful. (and would maybe have to explain myself if we had to go to the hospital...) It looks worse than it actually was, and in my defense, I was trying to save another child. Jackson had fury in his eyes.

And then, this morning I took the boys to McDonald's to celebrate the last day of school. We got the food ordered and the table picked out...the boys were sitting there so patiently waiting for me to bring the tray. Except, I (like an idiot) couldn't find my debit card and had to pack everyone up and explain why we were leaving without eating breakfast. Triston and Jackson were okay with it, but little Bryce starting crying in McDonald's. Luckily, I found it as soon as I got in the car, but we had to go through the drive-thru instead of enjoying breakfast together at the table.

And of course all the other stuff that grown-ups have to deal roof leaks and replacing floors and none of your clothes fitting fast enough and bills...and I could go on, but you already know, right?

So, what I'm trying to say is..I'll be back when the funk lifts. I don't have anything nice to say anyway. Except, I did make some reeeeeeaaaaaaallllly good chocolate oat bars. And that recipe should be shared.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Biaggi's Smoked Chicken Pizza

I am in love.

Saturday night we went on a date. Travis even told me to dress fancy, but after his mom nearly killed me on a 4-mile power walk earlier in the day, I said no.

We went to a semi-fancy place anyway, jeans and all. At Biaggi's I've seen it full circle: dresses and tanks, sometimes at the same table, so I didn't feel bad. Plus, we sat at the bar, so I really didn't feel bad. And then, in walked a short man with a waist-long black mullet, black jeans with dangling chains and a black muscle tank sans the muscles. I really didn't feel bad then, know what I mean?

And that isn't what I fell in love with, either.

I normally would not have ordered pizza at such a fine place, but I am so glad I did.

It. Was. The. Best. Pizza. Ever. EVER.

Smoked Chicken Pizza is what they called it.

Big chunks of smoked chicken on a light, slightly chewy dough with a chunky tomato sauce (I wouldn't even call it sauce, it was more like chunky pieces of tomato), topped with provolone, herbs, and pine nuts. Pine nuts! Who would've thought?

I am on a mission to re-create it. I even called Biaggi's the next day and tried to be all sly on the phone to get what the dough was made out of, but all they told me was it is a special gourmet pizza dough. I think they were on to me.

I'm going back to order another. This time, instead of inhaling it I am going to dissect it and maybe come up with a recipe that will do.

Wish me luck...

(and next time, I'm wearing that dress.)
(think they'll give me the recipe, then?? It's been said I've got killer legs.)
(by Travis, of course.)

Thursday, May 19, 2011

My Hot Date + Spinach Smoothie Goodness

Is with these guys and the pavement. It's been 4 weeks since little Nash was born, so no more excuses.
I'm training for this.
And hoping to bring a little sanity to my life. Running will do that for you.
And it's going to help me give this baby belly a good kick in the rear end.
I hope. Or at least negate the 5 brownies I sometimes eat throughout the day.

And I've been drinking smoothies with spinach in them. Although the kiddos like spinach, they like to complain more, so any time they see something green on their plate or in their cup I get to hear about it. Blending spinach though is sneaky and they don't even know about it. (I mean, unless they actually look at the smoothie, but it's a freaking smoothie and they are just happy I shared.)

Here's how I made it.

8 oz. plain Greek yogurt
a splash of apple juice

Blend those two together.

Add a handful of fresh strawberries
a handful of frozen pineapple
and a handful of fresh spinach leaves

Blend until smooth.

I looooovvve spinach.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Cinnamon Chip Banana Bread

Every once in awhile I will come across a new chip flavor, and then I'll never see it again. The first time this happened was several years ago when I bought raspberry flavored chips and made the best cookies EVAH and then poof! They were gone. Another time it was cherry chips.

Last week I came across cinnamon chips by Hershey. I am a sucker for cinnamon anyway, so I snatched them up thinking they would be awesome in oatmeal. I just happened to have 3 bananas going bad on the counter, so I made banana bread and added half the bag of cinnamon chips.

It was awesome. You should try it. (If you can find the chips, that is). Turns out I am kind of a sucker for  bread, too, so all that was left to take a picture of was the crumbs in the bottom of my worn out pan. (At least I shared, though, right?)

Just make your favorite banana bread recipe, and fold the chips in before pouring the batter into the loaf pan.

And baby yawns are just delicious, no?

Okay, seriously, I have the cutest baby ever.

And on a religious note, I really like this article. And I like the candidate, too. Not as much as my man Mitt, but the Pubs need to start putting some players out there and I think Huntsman might be a good one.

Friday, May 13, 2011

American Idol Recap

Is anyone else completely relieved that James got voted off? I am still in disbelief that so many people like him, no love him. He was kind of sucky. Oh, and the dangly earring has to go.

I had to vote for my boy Scotty this week. I love him. Mostly because he really looks like my actual boy, Jackson.

But, isn't he just so innocent and refreshing? And that old country voice...I don't even really like country music, given the current state of the industry (i.e. trashy girls and getting drunk in Mexico and let's not even TALK about Rascal Flats.), but those old voices like Johnny Cash, George Jones, Randy Travis, pre-How Do You Like Me Now? Toby Keith and  old Trace it. And you can tell the kid has morals...which is something that Hollywood needs to embrace. Seriously.

I voted for Lauren, too. She. Is. Awesome.

We'll see what happens. My money is going on Scotty (or Lauren).

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Losing Weight Sucks.

Am I right?

Since my diet plan was an epic FAIL this time around (AKA nursing), I have to eat stuff like this for breakfast:

steel cut oats with honey, fresh strawberries, hard-boiled eggs, and sauteed spinach

 I would much rather have 3 giant bowls of Lucky Charms.


And the babe got thrush in his mouth.

Which is a yeast infection of the mouth. I know, right? So we went to the pharmacy to grab Gentian Violet, a dye that has anti-fungal properties, and the pharmacist (which is also my neighbor and T's friend's dad) looked at me like I was crazy. But I assured him I knew what I was doing...I am a mom of 4 and this isn't my first rodeo, you know. (But really I ran out to the car and called my doc to double check it was the right stuff). And then I found out from the nurse that docs up here in Hoosier Country don't really do alternative medicines as much as maybe they do in FL, when Bryce had it, so the pharmacist wouldn't really have a reason to know about it. And then I remembered our ped in FL was a back-country old man doc from Mississippi with a drawl to match and four boys of his own. I loved that man. But I love our current doc, too and he knew about Gentian Violet, so we're all good. I just hope my neighbor doesn't think I was trying to poison our baby. I mean, who would he call to report me to, the prosecutor? Ha. That was a bad joke. :)

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Just Wondering...(And An Awesome Sandwich)

Does anyone else's husband leave the dishes on the table after the wife cleaned up the kitchen and left the dishwasher open ready to take his plate?

And then, sit down and eat breakfast next to it the next morning after the wife refused to take care of it and still not pick it up?


I suppose I could blame it on his deep thought and bad mood he was in that night, because I'm not really even sure if he ever realized, so I guess I can't be that mad at him. And I ended up picking it up because it drove me bananas.

So he wins.

This time....

But the real reason for this post is to brag about my awesome Stromboli-making skills.

I waited tables at a restaurant in high school that was home to the best pizza on the planet. And I think about that, a lot. One day last week I had a hankering for Stromboli, so I just kind of threw this together. It wasn't Bobe's worthy, but it was still really good.

Here's how I made it.

I took one loaf of french bread, sliced it down the middle, and brushed the two sides with a little melted butter and minced garlic. A word about using garlic in your food...jarred minced garlic is convenient and quick, but it sucks. If you can, always use fresh. It makes your food taste so. much. better. Try it. You can use a knife to mince it (and have smelly hands) or pick up a garlic press for under $15 at a kitchen store.

After brushing on the butter, I put the two halves in the oven under the broiler for just a couple of minutes to toast the bread a little. Then top both sides with pizza sauce, a little mozzarella cheese, and whatever toppings you like on your pizza. We used Italian sausage, pepperoni, fresh mushrooms, black olives, onion and lots of mozzarella. I started to fill both sides, but quickly saw that it was going to fall apart on me, so I filled up one side of the bread and topped it with the other. Stuck it in the oven on 350 for about 10-12 minutes (just until the cheese was melted good around all the toppings and the bread was crusty).

Serve with a salad and you've got dinner.

If you aren't feeding 3 man-children and a hungry husband (plus a cute little nephew!) cut the bread in half (width-ways), wrap the other half with plastic wrap and stuff in a freezer bag and use it for next time.

Now, if you were in the mood for a picture of a C.U.T.E. baby.....

Here ya go.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Mother's Day Post

First, watch this.

Now, I know I posted this video last year, but it is just so funny. So funny, that I shall make it an annual thing. I suppose I think that because I can totally see that happening to me. Or my mom. Definitely my mom, which brings me to the whole reason for this post.

It's Mother's Day and in lieu of a card (did you know I hate cards? Loathe them.), which will get read and then tossed, I am dedicating a blog post in her honor which will be in Internet-land forever. FOREVER. And I know how she likes all her biz laid out for the whole world to see....

Picture from 2005

She keeps a pretty awesome house and home. I know I tease her about all her decorating tirades but only because it is a talent that I don't possess. The saying, "It's all in the details..." really is true and my mom doesn't miss not even one.

If I've missed the news for a few days or have only heard little snippets from the headlines, she is the first one I call. She is always in the know. Especially since she has had her Droid. :)

She L.O.V.E.S. my kids. Alot. I know that technically this shouldn't count because she is the grandma, but she calls sometimes to talk just to them and is always thinking up fun things for them to do (even if it doesn't work out) and always thinks of the kids on her vacations and every holiday, bringing them little souvenirs and treats. Her and my dad have even drove the 4-hour round trip (on a weeknight, no less) to watch a random wrestling match or soccer game.

She is pretty styling, still. We don't get the chance to go shopping together as much as we'd like, but it's always a good time when we do...and bonus! I get to raid her accessories when I go home and she doesn't act like she cares (too much).

She is my American Idol go-to person. We text the entirety of the show and are hopefully on for the tour this summer in Indy!

She is so crafty, she even has her own craft room full of all kinds of fun-looking stuff to craft with. And she un-successfully taught me how to sew in that room. She even gave me her sewing machine, which I kind of broke. Not really, just the bobbin thing. But...oops.

She is the first one I call if I have good or bad news or if I am just complaining about something. She always takes my side, but lovingly tells me when I am over-reacting. (Thanks, Mom.)

And now for a funny story. Remember those scrunchies that were made out of hair that were popular a few years back? Well, the popularity is questionable, but my mom had one and she was so proud because she had short hair (like the in picture above) and with enough bobby pins and that hair-scrunchie, she could fashion a faux-ponytail. One day when she had her fake hair on, she went out the front door and tripped right down the stairs and landed on the pavement. I think she really hurt herself, but the only part of the story that I can remember is that she grabbed her head and realized her hair-piece was no longer attached. To her horror, it was laying in the middle of the yard! It was the incident that retired the hair-piece for good.

She is my momma and I love her so! Happy Mother's Day!

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