Archive for July, 2009

You guessed it, I am still one busy gal.  Really, does life ever slow down?  School starts in THREE WEEKS!  Just in the next couple days I am going to my sister’s musical about 2 hours away, planning, making cakes, and having a small birthday party for the twins, and going to my other sister’s to paint (an hour and a half away.)  That will bring me to Wednesday night and I will once again be working I am sure.  I did give notice that once school starts, I am only working on an emergency basis only.  If they can’t honor that, I will have to quit as the money just doesn’t justify all it takes to make it there.

I did manage to squeeze in a run today (before work, after market/store/mom’s house.)  It was week 4, run 1 of Couch to 5K and it was not my best run.  This week they drop a good bit of the walking and it really makes it harder.  Hah!  I feel like such a dork saying it, but I’m not embarrassed as I really am pleased with my progress.    The podcast is by far not my favorite, he really slows the music down to where I can not keep stride with it.  My MP3 was acting up to, so I’ll give it another run before digging out the stopwatch for the third if need be.

Speaking of the market, I felt like I got a good haul today for around $10: beets, green beans, broccoli, zucchini, eggplant, tomatoes, lettuces, green peppers, and green onions.  The best part was that I rode my bike up with Liz.  I FINALLY have a basket on the front to put produce in.  We had to rig a bag of produce to Liz’s handlebars as my basket wouldn’t hold our bounty.  I like getting out with just one of the girls, it’s a rare thing to have that one on one time.   Need to  work on doing that some more with each one.

The twins turn three on Monday.  Wow, no longer babies, or even toddlers.   I’m sad in so many ways, but happy in as many more.  I miss the snuggly days, but not the sleepless nights.  Yes, in the last month or two we finally are getting sleep most nights.  It’s been a long time coming.  Potty training…meh.  they get it, but don’t want to.  We are out of diapers, though, so this week they have no choice and I’ll just have to really keep on top of them about it.  No diapers…goodness, let’s just hope they still take naps for another school year!


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Quick post just because I have a minute and can:

  • For some reason I am working four night this week.  This after being gone every evening the last two weeks for the older two girls’ rehearsals (they were in a local musical.)  My husband misses me, the twins ask everyday when I am leaving….I am not pleased with this.  Soccer starts next week, so it will be him leaving me for about 6 weeks.  What goes around comes around, right?  Oh, and school starts in three weeks and 4 days.  Enough said.
  • I have not been cooking much with the whole rehearsal and working thing, but I do have a very tasty salad I want to share with you as soon as I perfect the dressing.  I took it to a reunion this weekend where it was promptly devoured.  If you do not like cilantro, don’t hold your breath for this one.  Right now, though, I have a huge pot of chicken stock brewing.  My house smells so good it is near torture!  Stock is one of those things that is so easy you wonder why more people do not just make their own.  This batch has a whole chicken in it (minus head and most of the insides), the bones of another chicken, 4 feet (scrubbed and scored), carrots, bay leaves, sage from the herb garden, peppercorns, onions, and a bit of salt.  I’d take a picture and share, but the toenails poking up just aren’t pretty.  I hope to have 4 quarts of broth when I am done and I will have plenty of chicken to use in salads and meals.
  • Running is going well.  I finished week 3 of Couch to 5K and am looking forward to week four.  Due to all the being out of the house this last couple weeks, the running has done little to nothing for my weight, but I can cope.  On my last run, when my music told me to stop running for the last time I felt like going more and I did.  That was my best run ever.  I finished without gasping for breath, feeling like I had more to give, but knowing I worked my body hard.  I really want to be able to run all of a 5K and every week that passes I can see that being more of a reality.  On to week four which increases the running some, but also decreases the walking…that might kick me in the hind end.  The music for week three had a beat that kept me at a better pace, but I wasn’t fond of the music.  I hope this week’s pod-cast is better so far as the music. 

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Papaw’s day

Just a quick shout out to my dad to say Happy Birthday…he’s the most dedicated reader I have and his Birthday always seems to get sandwiched in between all kinds of stuff.

I hope you enjoy your time golfing this weekend!  An extra round and a son-in-law to clobber  drive the cart can’t be too bad of a gift.  Okay, well at least the son-in-law is half responsible for all your grandkids 🙂  Love you Dad!

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little hands, big help

It has been rather dry here.  I think it has rained once in the past two weeks.  Needless to say, we have been watering our square foot garden.  My older two girls like this chore, so long as they can wear those old hats.  They usually get wet, on purpose, and the plants get a good soaking.  I love having an extra set of hands or two around here for chores like this!

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Chatper 11:  Time Out (A Story and Miscellaneous Videos)

I had a particularly tough professor in college.  Very straight-laced, and no-nonsense.  He worked for Westinghouse for a number of years until they closed his plant.  Then he went on to teach.  I doubt there was any question I could have asked him about my major to which he wouldn’t know the answer.  So I was very surprised my senior year when he handed out a copy of a story/joke before class began one morning.  I have no idea where he got it, but it gave me some insight into another part of his character.  Being that it was my senior year, and I had already been married for about 2 years, I could identify with the fellow in the story.  I lost my copy of that story and have just recently found it again.  I reproduce it below, something for my fellow Daddyhood Adventurers to enjoy.  Below the story are miscellaneous videos of the children.


Let’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”

And then, there is silence in the car.

To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.

And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Fred is thinking: …so that means it was…let’s see…February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means…lemme check the odometer…Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Martha is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed – even before I sensed it – that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.

And Fred is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Martha is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.

And Fred is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty…scumballs.

And Martha is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their…

“Fred,” Martha says aloud.

“What?” says Fred, startled.

“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Maybe I should never have…oh dear, I feel so…”(She breaks down, sobbing.)

“What?” says Fred.

“I’m such a fool,” Martha sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” says Fred.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Martha says.

“No!” says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that…it’s that I…I need some time,” Martha says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

“Yes,” he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

“Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?” she says.

“What way?” says Fred.

“That way about time,” says Martha.

“Oh,” says Fred. “Yes.” (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

“Thank you, Fred,” she says.

“Thank you,” says Fred.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.

The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.

They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: “Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?”

And that’s the difference between men and women.


Okay, the first 2 are more of Liz and Jane getting haircuts inside the Magic Kingdom.

Immediately after the haircuts, it poured down rain!  Of course.  So, why not enjoy the wet.  Thank goodness for Croc’s!

Then there was the wait for lunch in the Liberty Tree Tavern whilst the twins and I entertained ourselves.

Finally, I present to you a chance to see double-double.  Yep, 2 sets of twins snack sharing, running in fear of me, and amazingly getting along!

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I was a bit fearful to start week three.  Those three minute straight runs scared me.  I am a self-proclaimed sissy…especially when it comes to sports activities and sweating.

It wasn’t so bad, though, so now I have moved on to dreading week four.  The three minute runs actually feel pretty good and when I am done, I know I still have more to give. 

I can’t believe how far I have come the last 7 weeks.  I’ve gone from not being able to run at all (without gasping for breath, unbelievable pain, and only from one telephone pole to another at that) to being able to go on a 2 mile walk/run and still having energy left over.  And the most amazing part to me, I do not like to go more than two days without a run.  I actually feel like running.  That is a bizarre thing for me, but I’ll take it.

If only the weight would drop off along with all of it.  I still have 20lbs I would like to shed.

Trying to decide where to do August’s race.  There is one north of us that is part of a Hot Air Balloon festival, fun right?  It is pretty early in the morning, though, and we wouldn’t be able to take the girls unless someone went with us.  There is also one west of us that is very kid friendly (1/4 mile race for kids and strollers are allowed in the 5K.)  Must decide soon and register or we will miss out on the t-shirt.  I’m not a big t-shirt person, but there is something about getting the darn t-shirt.  It’s like a badge of honor or something.

On a side note:  11 years ago today was the muggiest, hottest day I can remember.  I was walking down the aisle to say “I do”…and I still do!

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Yes I am still cooking.

No, it hasn’t been very inventive.

I actually have photos to share this time, and recipes too!

Grilled Pineapple with glaze (an easy summer dessert)

  • whole pineapple
  • 3 Tbsps Butter
  • 1 Tbsp Honey

  Cut off the top and bottom of the pineapple.  Slice off the brown skin (is it called a peel or skin on a pineapple?  Lay on it’s side and cut into slices.  This pineapple had a fairly soft core, so I didn’t bother with removing the core.  Melt butter and stir in honey. 

Grill pineapple slices on medium-high on one side for a couple minutes, rotate to get the pretty grill marks right and drizzle on a little bit of the glaze.  Turn over and repeat same process.  You want it to just start to char, but not burn.  Move to a cool spot or upper rack and drizzle on any remaining glaze.  These will keep warm here until the rest of what you are preparing is done.

Would be wonderful with fresh whipped cream, but really tasty in it’s own right.  Were it not for dessert, I would probably skip the glaze, but then it does add to it.  A sprinkle of good cayenne in the glaze would add a nice level of flavor and I am planning on doing that the next time around.

Grilled Salmon

  • 1.5 lb Salmon Fillet
  • 1/2 cup orange juice
  • 2 Tbsp Olive Oil
  • favorite herbs for salmon
  • one lemon, sliced
  • one onion, sliced

Rinse salmon and place skin side down in a pan.  Pour juice and oil over it, flip to coat a few times, ending with skin side down.  Cover with a healthy does of herbs (my favorite is a mix of dill and dehydrated garlic.)  Let rest for an hour.

Place salmon, directly onto a hot grill and top with onion and lemon slices.  Close lid and turn heat down to medium-high.  The length of time to cook it really depends on how thick your salmon is.  Start checking it at ten minutes.  Overcooked salmon is tough, dry, and fishy.  When it is done, you can stick a fork in it and the fish should easily flake away.

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