A Request

Tortillas:

6 C. flour
3 t. baking powder
2 t. salt
2 1/2 C. hot water
4 T. oil

Mix dry ingredients together. Add wet. Knead till smooth.
While cast iron past is heating up to SUPER HOT...Cover dough and let sit for about 10 min.
Divide dough in half and cover one of them. Divide that half into 12 sections. To keep sections from drying out, cover. Roll out to thin circle and cook till bubbled. Flip and cook a little bit more.
Wrap up in a towel and store in ziploc bag to keep fresh.

SO Excited!!!!....

My grandparents mean the world to me!!

Grandma L. has had a huge Iris garden for as long as I can remember. Every time I'm up to visit during the blooming period, is definitely a treat.

I feel my time with both of them is becoming shorter and shorter, so last year I requested a start from a few of her plants to replant here at my own home.

Some day, my dream is to have an Iris garden like hers. The colors and sizes and textures and smells they come in, truly make an intoxicating.... breathtaking view for ANYONE visiting.

The contentment just seeps over you as you sit in a lawn chair with an ice cold soda and gentle conversation as they ask me how I've been and hearing the love that has coated those words, will be a high priority goal of mine to reach for when my own grandchildren come to visit me.

When I went to check on my own plants I discovered two buds on one of the plants, I'm thrilled to bits and just CAN'T wait to call them and tell them. I know they would both be tickled pink and so I patiently wait for a resonable hour to call.

Grandma gives the reaction that I was expecting, "Oh my!" And grandpa chuckles. The kind of chuckle where you can HEAR his bright smile spread across his face. (I need to record that the next time I'm up.)

Now all I have to do is wait.

This one's for daddy

We made these treats after "family night".

There is: a cupid, a heart, a "daan daan", a mug with "hot chocolate", a chinese bowl with sppon, and one for you!

Can you guess which is which? And WHO made what? (Everyone else can play too.)

OH! And It tasted REALLY good.

XOXOXOX

We Love you Dadddy!

Be careful what you ask for

"Eli, go get your jammies on!"



Yes, there are 4 ties.
Yes, those are snow pants.
Yes, that is Ashton's "chef" hat from school today.

No, those are not his "jammies".

Are YOU ready for bed?

Bullies...I Hate them!

I know, kind of harsh.... but

I've got something bothering me....BAD!

I went to a Scout Meeting tonight with the kids. It went well enough. And during the frosting of the cookies portion of the "meeting". Some "teenagers" showed up. They really didn't have a purpose of being there, they were just lingerers, I suppose. I'd seen them before in the past but never thought anything of it.

Then as I'm sitting on the floor giving Dylan a cookie a dad says loudly, "HEY!" I turn around to see a bunch of the boys standing around one of the scouts (10yr) getting up off the floor, crying. And the teenage kids, walking quickly out of the gym.

Jaden came up to me later and said, "Did you see what happened to "BoB" (changing the name for privacy)?"I told him no and he continues to tell me that the teenage boys chased BoB into the gym, tackled him, and then punched him in the face.

WHAT!? Who ARE these kids? What gives them the right and audacity to show up, WITH ADULTS around, and punch some kid? I'm SOOOO angry right now. (If you couldn't tell by the mutiple uses of the caps lock key)

I want to run to this kid's mother and tell her what happened. But I don't want to be the "uncool" mom who tattles.

I want to make this child understand exactly what he causes when he does something like that. But it's not my place to do so.

I want to scream at him. Again, it's not my place to do that.

And I'll be honest here (because it's my blog)....maybe make him aware of what it feels like when someone bigger than him places their fist in his face. BUT...that's not really an option.

*Of course none of that will happen, but I want to!

I got Jared stuck on this show on MTV.com called Bully Beatdown. You don't have to watch the shows, but the to sum it up: People being bullied call in to the show and a professional fighter goes to the bully and gives them a propostition. $10,000.00 to go in the "cage"/ring and fight a professional fighter their own size. Of course the cocky bully takes them up on the offer and looses rather quickly. The 10 G's then go to the "victim's". A humbling experience that hopefully simmers that Mean Machine down.

I have had some incounters in the past where some of my kids were being treated rather unkindly. First that comes to mind is when Jade was about 4, a child kept throwing sand in his face. The mother was a ways away chatting with other ladies, with her back turned. I waited a min. to see if the mother would take notice and do something about it. When nothing was done and my patience expired, I went up to that child and told him not to do it anymore. OF COURSE, that's when the mother decides to turn around and sees a "woman" "yelling" at her child. She marches right up to me and starts yelling at me for "yelling" at her child. (I wasn't yelling, promise!) I was SO ready to jump up out of my chair and have a little confrontation of my own. And Jared knew that...He decided it was time for me to go to the car. After I had "cooled" down a bit I even tried to ammend things but that...woman, wouldn't have any of that. WHICH only brought all that anger back.

Since then I have learned to just remove my child from the situation or say really loudly, (example) "Ashton, the boy isn't playing very nice when he hits you" and hope the parent hears it. I have really come a long way (jared can vouch for that) and react in a more passive way. I have my moments from time to time.

What I can do now is focus on how MY children will treat others. I don't want them to ever be a bully nor do I want them to become the "victim".


How far would you go for your children? And how far is too far?

I made and ate these last night.

And they tasted REALLY good.

That's all I have to say about that!

p.s. They're homemade tortillas incase those of you couldn't figure it out by the perfect round shape that they don't take on.

I need a pick me up after the stupid, idiotic, ridiculous, thing I did to Eli yesterday and found that one of my favorite stalking sites is offering T H I S ! All I have to do is comment, blog, comment. The chocolate goes to Kael, (assuming I win) and I use the $50 for plants (assuming that I win). And hopefully that adorable little furball unknowingly falls into the box full of styrofoam and is shipped right to my doorstep via big brown van. (Ya know, like Bolt!) Of course I'd give him back.....eventually.



I know this isn't the styrofoam scene, but I Loved this one.

Common sense apparently was lacking

Ever seen one of these?

...Don't ever forget that you put them in one of these:

....And then pick up one of these:

Because you might get 11 of these:



I feel like such a schmuck!

Some day I'll have grass that glows! But for now....I'll just keep looking at this picture and pretend it does.

Anybody have some suggestions on the best way to get "glowing grass"? I REALLY need some input.

OUCH!

Sometimes you forget certain things in your life until they present themselves again, and you think, "Oh yeah! I REMEMBER this!....dang it!"

Well, I must have had a REALLY good blade and precision hands, or perhaps I have decided that it was time to "shed my winter coat". BUT...I shaved my legs yesterday and I cut myself A LOT. To the point that I was ripping off little pieces of toilet paper to stick to the bleeding/stinging areas. It has been a LONG time since I've looked down and saw the stream of blood running down my leg and the silent curse knowing it was going to really sting when I put my leg back into the running water. Good things always seem to come to an end. And it was nice while it lasted.

Triple? Double? Single? QUAD?? What do you use to find the "best results?" ME? As many blades that can put on one little handle.

Talent

I love feel good clips like this!
I wasn't able to download the clip, so here's the link!

I am probably just as sick of the snow around here like some of you may be, but I just had to post these. This is what I woke up to at 3am. (I do that sometimes) SO pretty! But OH so damaging! Luckily not to me personally or my property.

Way to go, Spring! You sure showed Winter!

Anybody up for a game of BBall?

Those "bushes" there under the trees, not bushes at all....poor trees got a mandatory trimming.

I think the 3+power outages in the night (3am) were a result of this:

This snow was WET and it was warming up FAST! Therefore, it melted as fast as it came!

Spring, now that you've had your fun, I'd like my green grass, budding trees, and flowers back!!

Because I've been so diligent about keeping this blog up, and I promise I will do better now, I'll just continue where I left off.

Anyone out there heard about Cake Wrecks I LOVE this site! You've GOT TO check it out....H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S.!! AND because I LOVE it so much, I have some wrecks of my own to share with you! Some may disagree, like my darling little Jaden WHO just today asked me, "Where did you get all your creativity from?" (Sweet young lad) I would like to have a little more "perfection" when it comes to my cakes, but SOME day, I'll be like this woman! WOW wow....I'll let you go check her out before you take a gander at my........masterpieces........it will help you understand how wreckish my cakes are.

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amazing, isn't she? I know!

Ok...NOW for my creations. Feel free to leave comments such as; LOL, LMBumO, OR HA! It's ok, I won't be offended. I had the same reaction when I actually said that it was finished.

First we have MY birthday cake.

Cute little mariposa. BUT while I was at the grocery store in the cake isle, I found this SUPER COOL "frosting in a can" WITH decorative tips. I think I got carried away with the blue frosting, it was just SO much fun squirting that stuff....EVERYWHERE! White cake, and white frosting with lots of blue...tastes good!

Next we have dear sweat Kael's; Tulips

They actually turned out better than I thought. I used the colored sprinkles as shading (in case you didn't figure that one out) but MAY have gotten carried away with the main flower. (if you can imagine with me, looks like a pink pac-woman sticking her tongue out. Oh well, still tasted good.

I'm gonna skip Jared's till the last, because I want to, and jump right to Ashton's which was today!

*Happy birthday sweet boy, who isn't so sweet sometimes.*

He wanted a bone, but couldn't quite get him to tell me what KIND of bone so he said a frog bone. I interpreted that as, "a frog cake"....You got it!

Ashton wanted the "mouth", SO he got the mouth!

If I had access to my internet earlier today, I would've been able to be more creative and cooked it all differently. As my dad put it so sympathetically, "No really, what is it?" After I told him, I think he only pretended to see the frog in it as to not hurt my little feelers. ;o) It's ok...it still tasted good! :o)

Now before you take a look-see at Jared's, I have to tell you that when he told me what he wanted, I pondered on it for a VERY long time to figure out just how I was actually going to pull it off. He had been hunting gophers in a horse field and wanted just that. A gopher. My thoughts, "should it be sitting up, laying down, popping out of a hole....." Not sure. But then a lightbulb appeared above my noggin and this is what I came up with: Feast your eyes on THIS! baby!

Kinda cute, if I say so myself! The eyes....the only size googly eyes I had. I really wanted smaller ones, but you use whatcha got! right? The next two are me actually making it, (just incase you may have thought that I bought this work of art from a professional!) hee hee hee

Sorry for the blurry picture, I think jared was laughing!

I had to keep freezing the dang thing cause the frosting kept melting and getting runny. And a white fluffy cake mix doesn't make for a very sturdy loaf!

Now here's the sad part. RIGHT after, and i mean RIGHT AFTER! this little photo shoot of dear gopher, he fell face first onto the pain and was served up, as slices.

*the undocumented (not photographed) desecration was done with red food coloring to his adorable little head after the colapse. It's all good, cause it still tasted good!

Anybody want me to make them a cake? What would you want?