Decorating Nanna's Christmas Tree...
...one
ornament
at a time.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
DELICIOUS @ DOWN UNDA.Lee-Anne.com etc...
...can I just say,
that these twisted little guys are
a small slice of tomato & basil HEAVEN!
Lee-Anne, my friend...
YOU ROCK!
Thank you again so much for sharing your yummy treats with this
bean town Momma! Next I'll have to send you some of our sinfully addictive
Snyder's pretzel nibblers in honey mustard & onion!
GOOD GOOD GOOD OMG SCHTUFF!
Behold, the 'BOX-O-GOODIES' that our dear friend Lee-Anne sent Ruby & Me:
As if those yummy pretzels weren't enough (because they hit the SPOT for sure!),
there's also an adorable little Koala fuzzy friend that Ruby has already kissed & introduced to her beloved Bear. A really kewl hot pink ruler for when my little monkey heads off to school!
(perish the thought, I'm going to keep her home with me forever!)
~...shh let me live in my fantasy world~
There was a sweet letter personally written by Lee-Anne herself & an adorable Christmas card (that once I'm done this post is going right up on our door with all the others!),
a precious children's book about 'Koala's Big Day'...
...and my favorite little piece of Australia to date: the Red Thread saying COMPLETE with actual red thread!
This one's going into Ruby's Life Journal!
THANK YOU THANK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES, THANK YOU!!!!!!
*hugs*
From our home to yours!
-Amy & Ruby Cate
( & Bear & Koala too!)
that these twisted little guys are
a small slice of tomato & basil HEAVEN!
Lee-Anne, my friend...
YOU ROCK!
Thank you again so much for sharing your yummy treats with this
bean town Momma! Next I'll have to send you some of our sinfully addictive
Snyder's pretzel nibblers in honey mustard & onion!
GOOD GOOD GOOD OMG SCHTUFF!
Behold, the 'BOX-O-GOODIES' that our dear friend Lee-Anne sent Ruby & Me:
As if those yummy pretzels weren't enough (because they hit the SPOT for sure!),
there's also an adorable little Koala fuzzy friend that Ruby has already kissed & introduced to her beloved Bear. A really kewl hot pink ruler for when my little monkey heads off to school!
(perish the thought, I'm going to keep her home with me forever!)
~...shh let me live in my fantasy world~
There was a sweet letter personally written by Lee-Anne herself & an adorable Christmas card (that once I'm done this post is going right up on our door with all the others!),
a precious children's book about 'Koala's Big Day'...
...and my favorite little piece of Australia to date: the Red Thread saying COMPLETE with actual red thread!
This one's going into Ruby's Life Journal!
THANK YOU THANK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES, THANK YOU!!!!!!
*hugs*
From our home to yours!
-Amy & Ruby Cate
( & Bear & Koala too!)
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Numbness plus euphoria...
...that's how I feel right now.
I just finished chatting with my good friend in Shanghai & she managed to call Ruby's foster mother today & the following is what I've learned so far:
Ning: i just call ruby's foster mother
Ning: she said she miss her very much
Ning: and she want to know if ruby is well
Ning: i told her u treat ruby very well and love her very much
Ning: she is very happy
Ning: and she said she have earlier picture of ruby and will send to me
Ning: she dont knwo how to write so i will call her tonight and told to her husband and give them my address
Ning: so that i can get those picture u want
Ning: and i give them my mobilephone
Ning: my mobliephone is *********** u can call me anytime
OH
MY
GOD!
Can I just say this...
...it's very clear to me that the odds of Ruby's foster mother finding us were like trying to ask a blind person to search & locate a needle in a haystack the size of the moon.
God's hand is all over this & I just honestly was privy to witnessing a miracle unfold before my very teary eyes...
...prayers don't always go unanswered, sometimes, just sometimes, they are heard & the response is LOUD & CLEAR!
Other than this I have no words...
Ning is going to call the foster mother again later on today (she was having lunch just now when I spoke with her, as it's quarter till noon in China) and I gave her a few questions to ask the foster mother on my behalf & she said she'll find out all the answers & email me the details so that I should look forward to a wonderful info packed email come morning.
Am I dreaming? Please, someone come over & PINCH ME!
*THUD*
(just fainted)
*OUCH*
(think I just landed on a needle...)
I just finished chatting with my good friend in Shanghai & she managed to call Ruby's foster mother today & the following is what I've learned so far:
Ning: i just call ruby's foster mother
Ning: she said she miss her very much
Ning: and she want to know if ruby is well
Ning: i told her u treat ruby very well and love her very much
Ning: she is very happy
Ning: and she said she have earlier picture of ruby and will send to me
Ning: she dont knwo how to write so i will call her tonight and told to her husband and give them my address
Ning: so that i can get those picture u want
Ning: and i give them my mobilephone
Ning: my mobliephone is *********** u can call me anytime
OH
MY
GOD!
Can I just say this...
...it's very clear to me that the odds of Ruby's foster mother finding us were like trying to ask a blind person to search & locate a needle in a haystack the size of the moon.
God's hand is all over this & I just honestly was privy to witnessing a miracle unfold before my very teary eyes...
...prayers don't always go unanswered, sometimes, just sometimes, they are heard & the response is LOUD & CLEAR!
Other than this I have no words...
Ning is going to call the foster mother again later on today (she was having lunch just now when I spoke with her, as it's quarter till noon in China) and I gave her a few questions to ask the foster mother on my behalf & she said she'll find out all the answers & email me the details so that I should look forward to a wonderful info packed email come morning.
Am I dreaming? Please, someone come over & PINCH ME!
*THUD*
(just fainted)
*OUCH*
(think I just landed on a needle...)
Oh Happy Day...
...time to CELEBRATE!
(in a pink dress from Aunt Corn!)
My foster mother is LOOKING FOR ME!
She wrote that she MISSES ME!
Momma says that it means , without a DOUBT that I was truly LOVED!
And that's a GOOD THING!
I can't wait to start sharing LETTERS WITH HER!
Momma's been crying, I don't know why she's crying,
I keep telling her this is GOOD NEWS!
Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
(in a pink dress from Aunt Corn!)
My foster mother is LOOKING FOR ME!
She wrote that she MISSES ME!
Momma says that it means , without a DOUBT that I was truly LOVED!
And that's a GOOD THING!
I can't wait to start sharing LETTERS WITH HER!Momma's been crying, I don't know why she's crying,
I keep telling her this is GOOD NEWS!
Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
OMG...
...TALK ABOUT AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT!
(a letter as recently posted in my Fuzhou Linchuan Kids yahoo group:)
Hi Everyone,
We just received a letter from our daughter's foster mother last
week. In the letter she asked about a child named Fu Pei Mu who was
adopted on Nov. 20, 2005. If you are Fu Pei Mu's parent's and want to
contact her foster mother, please contact me at the following address:
(insert address here)
We just received a letter from our daughter's foster mother last
week. In the letter she asked about a child named Fu Pei Mu who was
adopted on Nov. 20, 2005. If you are Fu Pei Mu's parent's and want to
contact her foster mother, please contact me at the following address:
(insert address here)
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
RUBY'S FOSTER MOTHER IS LOOKING FOR HER!
I AM NUMB!
I'VE BEEN CRYING!
I AM BLESSED BEYOND WORDS!
I NOW HAVE A CONNECTION TO THE MISSING PIECE OF RUBY'S FIRST 14 MONTHS OF HER LIFE WITHOUT ME!
GOD!
IS!
GOOD!
*tearysmile*
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
RUBY'S FOSTER MOTHER IS LOOKING FOR HER!
I AM NUMB!
I'VE BEEN CRYING!
I AM BLESSED BEYOND WORDS!
I NOW HAVE A CONNECTION TO THE MISSING PIECE OF RUBY'S FIRST 14 MONTHS OF HER LIFE WITHOUT ME!
GOD!
IS!
GOOD!
*tearysmile*
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Missing my boy...
...there are nights, like tonight, that Ebenezer's absence is felt more so than others.
Not to at all imply that some days I don't miss him, make no mistake,
EVERY DAY since I had to say goodbye to my beloved friend I miss him, more than I have
words to elaborate on the subject.
But some nights... like tonight, it is painfully obvious that if he were here, my life would be
that much better because of his love & thoughtfulness for his Momma.
Living with MS is no picnic but it's certainly not a death sentence either.
I've come to terms with it & it's ok, I can do this... no sweat.
Only, some nights, always 'shot nights', I have moments where, if I don't get myself to sleep fast enough after a shot,
I run the risk of suffering the ugly side effects of the drug I take & will continue to take until I either my disease takes a turn for the worse, or I pass away.
Now, no freaking out as I intend to be around for a very long time to annoy my parents & some if not MOST of my readers. *grin*
That said, this drug is part of my life, it's become as routine to me as brushing my teeth, taking a shower, going to the bathroom, eating a meal, etc...
It is what it is & it's ok...
only, tonight, I didn't get my ass to bed in enough time.
They start with a sudden shiver, then a full blown 'frozen fest' where I literally feel
like I'm packed in ICE and my teeth are chattering so fiercely
that I'm afraid I'm going to knock a filling out at warp speed!
When my beloved Ebenezer was still with me, and this would happen, he'd INSTINCTIVELY KNOW that his Momma needed him.
I never had to say a word...
...he'd hop his little fuzzy self up onto my bed, curl his toosh all snug next to mine in the crook of my knees as I slept in the fetal position praying for sleep or warmth, whichever came first-
He'd do this without fail, he'd do this without prompting, he'd do this without complaining.
He was and will always be, my best friend & fuzzy soul mate.
Man what I wouldn't give to have him back tonight to keep me warm, as literally as I'm typing this, I just got out of a SCALDING HOT SHOWER to try & counter act the effects of my drug.
And when I say to you that it was scalding, I'm not kidding.
Under normal circumstances I'd NEVER take a shower that hot!
Ever run the water at the sink on hot & not pay attention to 'how hot' you have it & put your hand under it only to JUMP A MILE the second the stream of water touches so much as your fingertip?
Ok, take that heat & crank it up several more notches & that's the shower I take.
It helps, but it's no fuzzy dog bottom, that's for sure.
And sadly, my heating pad (which is typically under my bed since Ebby can't be ON it with me) is currently downstairs for my Mother to help her heal since her recent fall down my front hall stairs. I'm sans'heater tonight.
The shower helps but again, it wears off & I'll be back in my bed, curled up in an ice ball shaking & shivering with just a few tears in my eyes as I wish with all my heart that my friend was there to help.
He always managed to make things easier...
...how I'm lost without him sometimes.
*tears*
Ebby, I miss you more than anything in the world buddy, I wish with all my heart that you could come to me tonight in my dreams, if only for a quick hug & a smooch on your head.
You are missed my friend, missed like the tree misses the sun in winter.
But you're always alive in my heart, thank God for memories.
~g'night~
Not to at all imply that some days I don't miss him, make no mistake,
EVERY DAY since I had to say goodbye to my beloved friend I miss him, more than I have
words to elaborate on the subject.
But some nights... like tonight, it is painfully obvious that if he were here, my life would be
that much better because of his love & thoughtfulness for his Momma.
Living with MS is no picnic but it's certainly not a death sentence either.
I've come to terms with it & it's ok, I can do this... no sweat.
Only, some nights, always 'shot nights', I have moments where, if I don't get myself to sleep fast enough after a shot,
I run the risk of suffering the ugly side effects of the drug I take & will continue to take until I either my disease takes a turn for the worse, or I pass away.
Now, no freaking out as I intend to be around for a very long time to annoy my parents & some if not MOST of my readers. *grin*
That said, this drug is part of my life, it's become as routine to me as brushing my teeth, taking a shower, going to the bathroom, eating a meal, etc...
It is what it is & it's ok...
only, tonight, I didn't get my ass to bed in enough time.
They start with a sudden shiver, then a full blown 'frozen fest' where I literally feel
like I'm packed in ICE and my teeth are chattering so fiercely
that I'm afraid I'm going to knock a filling out at warp speed!
When my beloved Ebenezer was still with me, and this would happen, he'd INSTINCTIVELY KNOW that his Momma needed him.
I never had to say a word...
...he'd hop his little fuzzy self up onto my bed, curl his toosh all snug next to mine in the crook of my knees as I slept in the fetal position praying for sleep or warmth, whichever came first-
He'd do this without fail, he'd do this without prompting, he'd do this without complaining.
He was and will always be, my best friend & fuzzy soul mate.
Man what I wouldn't give to have him back tonight to keep me warm, as literally as I'm typing this, I just got out of a SCALDING HOT SHOWER to try & counter act the effects of my drug.
And when I say to you that it was scalding, I'm not kidding.
Under normal circumstances I'd NEVER take a shower that hot!
Ever run the water at the sink on hot & not pay attention to 'how hot' you have it & put your hand under it only to JUMP A MILE the second the stream of water touches so much as your fingertip?
Ok, take that heat & crank it up several more notches & that's the shower I take.
It helps, but it's no fuzzy dog bottom, that's for sure.
And sadly, my heating pad (which is typically under my bed since Ebby can't be ON it with me) is currently downstairs for my Mother to help her heal since her recent fall down my front hall stairs. I'm sans'heater tonight.
The shower helps but again, it wears off & I'll be back in my bed, curled up in an ice ball shaking & shivering with just a few tears in my eyes as I wish with all my heart that my friend was there to help.
He always managed to make things easier...
...how I'm lost without him sometimes.
*tears*
Ebby, I miss you more than anything in the world buddy, I wish with all my heart that you could come to me tonight in my dreams, if only for a quick hug & a smooch on your head.
You are missed my friend, missed like the tree misses the sun in winter.
But you're always alive in my heart, thank God for memories.
~g'night~
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
I can't believe I'm typing this...
...Grandad'ism's
The long & short of it is, my Grandad (Mother's Father, aka: Raymond Lewis)
was a character if nothing else. He was funny, witty, sweet, loving & FORGETFUL!
*sad how that apple doesn't fall too far from the tree ain't it?*
He's long since passed and although we miss him dearly, not a day goes by (and I'm not kidding, SERIOUSLY NOT ONE DAY GOES BY, that my family members aren't TALKING about him!)
Allow me to elaborate...
Years ago, when my mother (Betty) was younger & Ruby's Nanna T (Allegra) was younger (they are sisters) they were in their bedroom listening to some music. It was a song entitled: Best of both worlds. (don't ask by who, I'm not ancient... ask them *ducking*) My Grandad entered the room & asked " what kind of noise is this?!"
To which they replied: "Dad, it's a song called 'Best of both worlds' by (insert ancient band here)"
He then said " BASKETBALL ROLLS ROYCE? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF NAME FOR A SONG IS THAT?!"
And so it began... the 'GRANDAD'ISM' moment, kinda like a senior moment, only different & subsequently funnier!
Now, MOST ALL OF MY FAMILY MEMBERS HAVE A 'GRANDAD'ISM' MOMENT, thus A STORY TO SHARE! Most of them are not too keen on sharing, unfortunately for them (& fortunately for YOU ALL) I LOVE TO SHARE!
So, without further ado'... the Grandad'ism's:
Mine: While on the phone one day with my friend Krista (friends since grade school) she was mentioning to me what she had purchased her husband for Christmas that year. (was a few years back now...) The following is roughly that conversation:
Krista: "Amy, you're never going to believe what I got Dan for Christmas this year, he's gonna LOVE IT!"
Me: "Kewl, what'cha get him? (a lap dance? hehehe JK)
Krista: "A Sex Phone!"
Me: (silence) -hardly ever happens but this time, oh yeah, it happened.
Krista: "Amy, did you hear me? I am psyched, I got him a SEX PHONE! Do you know how long he's wanted one! They're soo expensive and I saved up & he's gonna be SO SURPRISED!"
Me: (still silent) - here is where I should probably mention that this particular friend was my 'good' friend; ie: goes to church every Sunday, devout catholic, hardly ever swears, etc... you might be asking yourself how she can possibly be friends with me, yet that will have to be a post for another day... back to my silence-
Krista: "AMY, ARE YOU THERE?"
Me: "Yes, I'm here Krista, what did you say you got him again?"
Krista: " A SEX PHONE! He used to have one in high school!"
Me: (mind racing, what the HELL is a sex phone? And where on God's green earth does one PURCHASE SAID ITEM? Christ, and WHAT THE HELL DOES IT DO?! Does it have prerecorded naughty messages? Does it call him in the morning with a dirty wake up call, WTF?!) "Ah, Krista, he had one in high school? ok, I'm lost... I don't get it, why would you buy your husband a SEX PHONE?!"
Krista: "OMG AMY! NOT A SEX PHONE! A SAXOPHONE, A SAXOPHONE! OMG WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? WHAT THE HELL IS A SEX PHONE ANYWAYS?!"
ME: "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK YOU THE SAME THING, GOES TO CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY WOMAN!"
We both had a good laugh over it & I've NEVER been able to make ONE SINGLE PERSON IN MY FAMILY FORGET THIS STORY, it'll probably be engraved on my damn epitaph some day....
Here lies Amy & her sex phone.
May she talk in peace... etc blah blah blah
THANKFULLY, I am NOT THE ONLY ONE (looks at cousin Steve!) with a GRANDAD'ISM...
if I may be so bold, the truth is Good ole' Steve has TWO under his belt!
(again with that apple/tree business, but I digress...)
Steve Grandad'ism #1: The Bob Stanley Channel
(as told to me by Steve himself...)
"I just happened to be talking to my mother one time and I wasn't really paying attention to the tv but in the background, they were talking about the 'fox family channel, it was a commercial for the fox family channel which is now the abc family channel... I thought that they said "THE BOB STANLEY CHANNEL" I thought it was like a baseball commercial type of thing. That's it..."
(wanting this interview to end, asap...)
"For those that don't know, Bob Stanley was a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox:
(Bob Stanley after bumping into him one day when I used to live in South Hamilton.
I was getting my Christmas Tree at Canaan Farms, good ole' Bobby let me take his pic.
*grin* CUZ YOU KNOW I TOLD HIM STEVE'S GRANDAD'ISM!
He said, and I quote: "There SHOULD BE A BOB STANLEY CHANNEL! I'D WATCH IT!"
hehehehe
Ok, and now on to Steve's Grandad'ism #2: The Telescope
"I was talking to Andy (my brother) on the phone & he told me he was on his way to NH to pick up a telescope, at least that's what I thought I heard him say.
He was actually going to pick up a 'pellet stove' for his basement.
I said, what the hell you doing picking up a telescope, you wanna look at stars or something or are you gonna spy on your neighbors?@@?$!~
He said "what the hell are YOU talking about? I'm getting a PELLET STOVE!"
That's it... can I go home now? I gotta COOK!
*laughing* Yes Steve, you can go home now...
Ok, so Steve & I AREN'T the only members of my family to suffer the fate of the Grandad'ism, my Mother shares in our genes as well and her apple fell WAY FAR off the tree, probably in the neighbor's yard, but again, another story for another day.
Betty's Grandad'ism: Prostate (yes, I just typed prostate... go with it.)
My mother was at a family (it's always family, eventually one of us is going to purchase a 'short bus' & NOBODY will question!) party and it was for one of the CHILDREN no less... yes this gets better. It was a birthday party for one of the nieces or nephews, ( I can't keep track, MS memory don't'cha know...) and it was around this time of year, a few years back, but still 'Christmas time' nonetheless, and someone at the party had asked one of the kids what their favorite Christmas special was.
Their reply as heard by my mother: "Prostate"
She nearly fell over...
"PROSTATE?!@#$@!" was all that was said by her...
(in front of a room full of kids NO LESS!)
And someone QUICKLY said "NO, BETTY! FROSTY!!! FROSTY!!!!!
You see, when you people give me grief about a damn sex phone, old Bobby Stanley & his friend PROSTATE are gonna be around for GENERATIONS TO COME!
But wait, there's MORE...
My Aunt Allegra (Ruby's Nanna T.) has one as well... might I share with you all: Leather Toy.
So a few years back, my aunt & I were headed somewhere in my car & I had the radio cranked as usual. I was listening to Stevie Ray Vaughn (good schtuff) and one of the lines in the song is: Won't you be my lover boy...
My aunt (also a church goer & good "girl" pipes in, slightly annoyed "WON'T YOU BE MY LEATHER TOY? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF A SONG IS THAT?!#$%#$"
I said "LEGRA, IT'S LOVER BOY, NOT LEATHER TOY! WHERE IS YOUR MIND AT?!"
I nearly drove off the road laughing my ass off! My aunt, Jesus' right hand woman, asking about a leather toy, only IN MY FAMILY! SERIOUSLY!
hehehehehe and yes, I constantly harass her on that as well. LOL
Now, please help me to realize that it MIGHT NOT JUST BE IN MY FAMILIES UNEVEN GENES... DO BE BRAVE & SHARE YOUR GRANDAD'ISM STORIES as I'm SURE if they're anything like mine, they'll be worth their weight in GOLD as far as reading material goes....
EVEN YOU LURKERS, ESPECIALLY YOU LURKERS, NOBODY HAS TO KNOW THE LOGISTICS OF IT ALL, BE STEALTHY BUT SHARE YOUR WEIRDNESS, you're safe here, it's a happy place... SHARE DAMN IT!
hehehe now I'm off to change my pants as I've laughed so hard typing that, I pissed myself.
Pretty picture isn't it? LOL
The long & short of it is, my Grandad (Mother's Father, aka: Raymond Lewis)
was a character if nothing else. He was funny, witty, sweet, loving & FORGETFUL!
*sad how that apple doesn't fall too far from the tree ain't it?*
He's long since passed and although we miss him dearly, not a day goes by (and I'm not kidding, SERIOUSLY NOT ONE DAY GOES BY, that my family members aren't TALKING about him!)
Allow me to elaborate...
Years ago, when my mother (Betty) was younger & Ruby's Nanna T (Allegra) was younger (they are sisters) they were in their bedroom listening to some music. It was a song entitled: Best of both worlds. (don't ask by who, I'm not ancient... ask them *ducking*) My Grandad entered the room & asked " what kind of noise is this?!"
To which they replied: "Dad, it's a song called 'Best of both worlds' by (insert ancient band here)"
He then said " BASKETBALL ROLLS ROYCE? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF NAME FOR A SONG IS THAT?!"
And so it began... the 'GRANDAD'ISM' moment, kinda like a senior moment, only different & subsequently funnier!
Now, MOST ALL OF MY FAMILY MEMBERS HAVE A 'GRANDAD'ISM' MOMENT, thus A STORY TO SHARE! Most of them are not too keen on sharing, unfortunately for them (& fortunately for YOU ALL) I LOVE TO SHARE!
So, without further ado'... the Grandad'ism's:
Mine: While on the phone one day with my friend Krista (friends since grade school) she was mentioning to me what she had purchased her husband for Christmas that year. (was a few years back now...) The following is roughly that conversation:
Krista: "Amy, you're never going to believe what I got Dan for Christmas this year, he's gonna LOVE IT!"
Me: "Kewl, what'cha get him? (a lap dance? hehehe JK)
Krista: "A Sex Phone!"
Me: (silence) -hardly ever happens but this time, oh yeah, it happened.
Krista: "Amy, did you hear me? I am psyched, I got him a SEX PHONE! Do you know how long he's wanted one! They're soo expensive and I saved up & he's gonna be SO SURPRISED!"
Me: (still silent) - here is where I should probably mention that this particular friend was my 'good' friend; ie: goes to church every Sunday, devout catholic, hardly ever swears, etc... you might be asking yourself how she can possibly be friends with me, yet that will have to be a post for another day... back to my silence-
Krista: "AMY, ARE YOU THERE?"
Me: "Yes, I'm here Krista, what did you say you got him again?"
Krista: " A SEX PHONE! He used to have one in high school!"
Me: (mind racing, what the HELL is a sex phone? And where on God's green earth does one PURCHASE SAID ITEM? Christ, and WHAT THE HELL DOES IT DO?! Does it have prerecorded naughty messages? Does it call him in the morning with a dirty wake up call, WTF?!) "Ah, Krista, he had one in high school? ok, I'm lost... I don't get it, why would you buy your husband a SEX PHONE?!"
Krista: "OMG AMY! NOT A SEX PHONE! A SAXOPHONE, A SAXOPHONE! OMG WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? WHAT THE HELL IS A SEX PHONE ANYWAYS?!"
ME: "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK YOU THE SAME THING, GOES TO CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY WOMAN!"
We both had a good laugh over it & I've NEVER been able to make ONE SINGLE PERSON IN MY FAMILY FORGET THIS STORY, it'll probably be engraved on my damn epitaph some day....
Here lies Amy & her sex phone.
May she talk in peace... etc blah blah blah
THANKFULLY, I am NOT THE ONLY ONE (looks at cousin Steve!) with a GRANDAD'ISM...
if I may be so bold, the truth is Good ole' Steve has TWO under his belt!
(again with that apple/tree business, but I digress...)
Steve Grandad'ism #1: The Bob Stanley Channel
(as told to me by Steve himself...)
"I just happened to be talking to my mother one time and I wasn't really paying attention to the tv but in the background, they were talking about the 'fox family channel, it was a commercial for the fox family channel which is now the abc family channel... I thought that they said "THE BOB STANLEY CHANNEL" I thought it was like a baseball commercial type of thing. That's it..."
(wanting this interview to end, asap...)
"For those that don't know, Bob Stanley was a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox:
(Bob Stanley after bumping into him one day when I used to live in South Hamilton.I was getting my Christmas Tree at Canaan Farms, good ole' Bobby let me take his pic.
*grin* CUZ YOU KNOW I TOLD HIM STEVE'S GRANDAD'ISM!
He said, and I quote: "There SHOULD BE A BOB STANLEY CHANNEL! I'D WATCH IT!"
hehehehe
Ok, and now on to Steve's Grandad'ism #2: The Telescope
"I was talking to Andy (my brother) on the phone & he told me he was on his way to NH to pick up a telescope, at least that's what I thought I heard him say.
He was actually going to pick up a 'pellet stove' for his basement.
I said, what the hell you doing picking up a telescope, you wanna look at stars or something or are you gonna spy on your neighbors?@@?$!~
He said "what the hell are YOU talking about? I'm getting a PELLET STOVE!"
That's it... can I go home now? I gotta COOK!
*laughing* Yes Steve, you can go home now...
Ok, so Steve & I AREN'T the only members of my family to suffer the fate of the Grandad'ism, my Mother shares in our genes as well and her apple fell WAY FAR off the tree, probably in the neighbor's yard, but again, another story for another day.
Betty's Grandad'ism: Prostate (yes, I just typed prostate... go with it.)
My mother was at a family (it's always family, eventually one of us is going to purchase a 'short bus' & NOBODY will question!) party and it was for one of the CHILDREN no less... yes this gets better. It was a birthday party for one of the nieces or nephews, ( I can't keep track, MS memory don't'cha know...) and it was around this time of year, a few years back, but still 'Christmas time' nonetheless, and someone at the party had asked one of the kids what their favorite Christmas special was.
Their reply as heard by my mother: "Prostate"
She nearly fell over...
"PROSTATE?!@#$@!" was all that was said by her...
(in front of a room full of kids NO LESS!)
And someone QUICKLY said "NO, BETTY! FROSTY!!! FROSTY!!!!!
You see, when you people give me grief about a damn sex phone, old Bobby Stanley & his friend PROSTATE are gonna be around for GENERATIONS TO COME!
But wait, there's MORE...
My Aunt Allegra (Ruby's Nanna T.) has one as well... might I share with you all: Leather Toy.
So a few years back, my aunt & I were headed somewhere in my car & I had the radio cranked as usual. I was listening to Stevie Ray Vaughn (good schtuff) and one of the lines in the song is: Won't you be my lover boy...
My aunt (also a church goer & good "girl" pipes in, slightly annoyed "WON'T YOU BE MY LEATHER TOY? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF A SONG IS THAT?!#$%#$"
I said "LEGRA, IT'S LOVER BOY, NOT LEATHER TOY! WHERE IS YOUR MIND AT?!"
I nearly drove off the road laughing my ass off! My aunt, Jesus' right hand woman, asking about a leather toy, only IN MY FAMILY! SERIOUSLY!
hehehehehe and yes, I constantly harass her on that as well. LOL
Now, please help me to realize that it MIGHT NOT JUST BE IN MY FAMILIES UNEVEN GENES... DO BE BRAVE & SHARE YOUR GRANDAD'ISM STORIES as I'm SURE if they're anything like mine, they'll be worth their weight in GOLD as far as reading material goes....
EVEN YOU LURKERS, ESPECIALLY YOU LURKERS, NOBODY HAS TO KNOW THE LOGISTICS OF IT ALL, BE STEALTHY BUT SHARE YOUR WEIRDNESS, you're safe here, it's a happy place... SHARE DAMN IT!
hehehe now I'm off to change my pants as I've laughed so hard typing that, I pissed myself.
Pretty picture isn't it? LOL
Tuesdays With Uncle Steve... *FINAL UPDATE*
...POT ROAST BABY!
Ingredients:
4 T butter
Beef Round Roast
(bottom of the round)
Mine's a 7 & 1/2 pound er & cost somewhere in the neighborhood of $18 bucks!
( cook 20 minutes PER POUND!)
1 can Campbell's french onion soup (plus 1 can water)
1 Spanish onion chopped
1 pkg portebella mushrooms cubed
2 cloves garlic minced
1 pkg baby carrots cut into little circles
Few shakes around pot of Gravy Master
Salt & Pepper to taste
Directions:
In large soup pot on medium high heat, add butter & let melt.
Rinse off the roast & have ready to toss into pot...
Add into pot & brown each side of roast...
(few minutes on each side)
Should look like this (above) once sealed on a side, do this to ALL SIDES.
Add Salt & freshly ground pepper
Then if you're smart, (like me)
you'll have all your veggies chopped & READY
so when it's time, you can just TOSS EVERYTHING INTO POT with Roast!
(you can't see them all but the chopped onions are on the very bottom, then the mushrooms, then the carrots & if you look close enough, you can see the little mountain of minced garlic at the very top... Mmmmm SO GOOD!)
After adding veggies add your can of soup plus one can of water.
Give a stir with a wooden spoon
& make sure all the veggies are either around the roast,
or towards the bottom of the pot.
Then reduce heat & cover pot.
Every half hour or so, turn the roast inside the pan & give the veggies a stir.
Now this monster is a bigg'un SO it's gonna take
roughly 2 & 1/2 hours to cook him.
Honestly, the longer & slower you cook a roast, the more tender he becomes...
...GOOD GRAVY THIS IS GONNA BE YUMMY!
(And oh yeah, speakin' of GRAVY, there WILL be more pics to follow
cuz once this guy is totally cooked, I'm going to turn those veggies into a
yummy, dark & delicious HOME MADE GRAVY to be served over
smashed potatoes! *drooling*)
Stay tuned...
Ok, it's about half way into my cooking time &
look at how BEAUTIFUL our friend here is turning out?!
It's about now when I shake in some Gravy Master for added flavor
as well as a deeper color later on when making the gravy!
Mmmm too bad blogs can't portray SMELL!
Smell-O-Blogging, what an IDEA!
You people would NEVER LEAVE THIS PLACE!
hehehehe
LOL
T-minus 15 minutes to dinner!
And what does miss Ruby have to say about all this?
"Momma, Rot Post!"
That's right, my daughter just referred to our dinner as 'ROT POST' hehehe
You know it baby, let's go eat some ROT POST!
*grin*
Oh and don't forget...
I WILL take & post a photo of a finished meal on a plate once done, I PROMISE!
After all, how often does one get to enjoy Rot Post with her daughter?
*smile*
Oh yeah, YOU KNOW THAT SHIT WAS GOOD!
My father made his Italian peas & pancetta, SO YUMMY!
(can't give you that recipe, cuz then I'd have to kill ya...)
And the TRUE test of my work?
Ruby cleaned her plate... so I guess that means she gives it:
"TWO SPOONS UP!"
Psst... the gravy was made by adding two packets of 'brown gravy mix' (sold in individual little pouches) and adding more gravy master & some Wondra flour until the desired consistency.
Bon Appetit'!
Ingredients:
4 T butter
Beef Round Roast
(bottom of the round)
Mine's a 7 & 1/2 pound er & cost somewhere in the neighborhood of $18 bucks!
( cook 20 minutes PER POUND!)
1 can Campbell's french onion soup (plus 1 can water)
1 Spanish onion chopped
1 pkg portebella mushrooms cubed
2 cloves garlic minced
1 pkg baby carrots cut into little circles
Few shakes around pot of Gravy Master
Salt & Pepper to taste
Directions:
In large soup pot on medium high heat, add butter & let melt.
Rinse off the roast & have ready to toss into pot...
Add into pot & brown each side of roast...(few minutes on each side)
Should look like this (above) once sealed on a side, do this to ALL SIDES.
Add Salt & freshly ground pepper
Then if you're smart, (like me)you'll have all your veggies chopped & READY
so when it's time, you can just TOSS EVERYTHING INTO POT with Roast!
(you can't see them all but the chopped onions are on the very bottom, then the mushrooms, then the carrots & if you look close enough, you can see the little mountain of minced garlic at the very top... Mmmmm SO GOOD!)
After adding veggies add your can of soup plus one can of water.
Give a stir with a wooden spoon
& make sure all the veggies are either around the roast,
or towards the bottom of the pot.
Then reduce heat & cover pot.Every half hour or so, turn the roast inside the pan & give the veggies a stir.
Now this monster is a bigg'un SO it's gonna take
roughly 2 & 1/2 hours to cook him.
Honestly, the longer & slower you cook a roast, the more tender he becomes...
...GOOD GRAVY THIS IS GONNA BE YUMMY!
(And oh yeah, speakin' of GRAVY, there WILL be more pics to follow
cuz once this guy is totally cooked, I'm going to turn those veggies into a
yummy, dark & delicious HOME MADE GRAVY to be served over
smashed potatoes! *drooling*)
Stay tuned...
Ok, it's about half way into my cooking time &look at how BEAUTIFUL our friend here is turning out?!
It's about now when I shake in some Gravy Master for added flavor
as well as a deeper color later on when making the gravy!
Mmmm too bad blogs can't portray SMELL!
Smell-O-Blogging, what an IDEA!
You people would NEVER LEAVE THIS PLACE!
hehehehe
LOL
T-minus 15 minutes to dinner!
And what does miss Ruby have to say about all this?"Momma, Rot Post!"
That's right, my daughter just referred to our dinner as 'ROT POST' hehehe
You know it baby, let's go eat some ROT POST!
*grin*
Oh and don't forget...
I WILL take & post a photo of a finished meal on a plate once done, I PROMISE!
After all, how often does one get to enjoy Rot Post with her daughter?
*smile*
Oh yeah, YOU KNOW THAT SHIT WAS GOOD!My father made his Italian peas & pancetta, SO YUMMY!
(can't give you that recipe, cuz then I'd have to kill ya...)
And the TRUE test of my work?Ruby cleaned her plate... so I guess that means she gives it:
"TWO SPOONS UP!"
Psst... the gravy was made by adding two packets of 'brown gravy mix' (sold in individual little pouches) and adding more gravy master & some Wondra flour until the desired consistency.
Bon Appetit'!
If Santa answered his mail honestly...
...letters might look a bit like the following:
Dear Santa
I wood like a cool toy space ranjur fer Xmas.
Iv ben a gud boy all yeer
yer Frend,
BiLLy
Dear Billy,
Nice spelling.
You're on your way to a career in lawn care.
How about I send you a friggin' book
so you can learn to read and write?
I'm giving your older brother the space ranger.
At least HE can spell!
Santa
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year,
and the only thing I ask for is
peace and joy
in the world for everybody!
Love,
Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you,
didn't they?
Santa
Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this,
but for Christmas,
I'd like for my mommy and daddy
to get back together.
Please see what you can do?
Love,
Teddy
Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad's banging the baby-sitter
like a screen door in a hurricane.
Do you think he's gonna give that up
to come back to your frigid mom
who rides his ass constantly?
It's time to give up that dream.
Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I want a new bike,
a Playstation,
a train,
some G.I. Joes,
a dog,
a drum kit,
a pony
and a tuba.
Love,
Francis
Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays?
I bet you're gay,
I'll set you up
with a Barbie.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree,
and I left carrots for your
reindeer outside the back door.
Love,
Susan
Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the runs
and carrots make the deer fart in my face
when riding in the sleigh.
You want to do me a favor?
Leave me a bottle of scotch.
Santa
Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year?
Are you busy making toys?
Your friend,
Thomas
Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made in China.
I have a condo in Miami,
where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films.
I unwind by drinking myself silly
and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses
while losing money at the craps table.
Hey, you wanted to know.
Santa
Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping,
do you really know when we're awake,
like in the song?
Love, Jessica
Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible or are you just a Blonde?
Good luck in whatever you do.
I'm skipping your house.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year.
Please please please PLEASE
PLEASE
could I have one?
Timmy
Timmy,
That whinny begging shit may work with your folks,
but that crap doesn't work with me.
You're getting a sweater again.
Santa
Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house,
how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky
Mark,
first, stop calling yourself "Marky",
that's why you're getting your
ass whipped at school.
Second, you don't live in a house,
you live in a
low-rent apartment complex.
Third, I get inside your pad just like
the bogeyman does, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams,
Santa
Dear Santa
I wood like a cool toy space ranjur fer Xmas.
Iv ben a gud boy all yeer
yer Frend,
BiLLy
Dear Billy,
Nice spelling.
You're on your way to a career in lawn care.
How about I send you a friggin' book
so you can learn to read and write?
I'm giving your older brother the space ranger.
At least HE can spell!
Santa
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year,
and the only thing I ask for is
peace and joy
in the world for everybody!
Love,
Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you,
didn't they?
Santa
Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this,
but for Christmas,
I'd like for my mommy and daddy
to get back together.
Please see what you can do?
Love,
Teddy
Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad's banging the baby-sitter
like a screen door in a hurricane.
Do you think he's gonna give that up
to come back to your frigid mom
who rides his ass constantly?
It's time to give up that dream.
Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I want a new bike,
a Playstation,
a train,
some G.I. Joes,
a dog,
a drum kit,
a pony
and a tuba.
Love,
Francis
Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays?
I bet you're gay,
I'll set you up
with a Barbie.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree,
and I left carrots for your
reindeer outside the back door.
Love,
Susan
Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the runs
and carrots make the deer fart in my face
when riding in the sleigh.
You want to do me a favor?
Leave me a bottle of scotch.
Santa
Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year?
Are you busy making toys?
Your friend,
Thomas
Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made in China.
I have a condo in Miami,
where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films.
I unwind by drinking myself silly
and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses
while losing money at the craps table.
Hey, you wanted to know.
Santa
Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping,
do you really know when we're awake,
like in the song?
Love, Jessica
Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible or are you just a Blonde?
Good luck in whatever you do.
I'm skipping your house.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year.
Please please please PLEASE
PLEASE
could I have one?
Timmy
Timmy,
That whinny begging shit may work with your folks,
but that crap doesn't work with me.
You're getting a sweater again.
Santa
Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house,
how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky
Mark,
first, stop calling yourself "Marky",
that's why you're getting your
ass whipped at school.
Second, you don't live in a house,
you live in a
low-rent apartment complex.
Third, I get inside your pad just like
the bogeyman does, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams,
Santa
(hee hee, that was sent to me in an email from my friend Jen and I laughed SO HARD I nearly wet my pants! HAD to share it here & don't anyone bitch about "oh, it offended me", IT'S MEANT TO BE FUNNY, HAR HAR, GET IT?)
Laughter is good for the SOUL!
Laughter is good for the SOUL!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Ode' To A Cookie...
...Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
your sprinkles make my lips so green...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
We got you at the bakery...
You are so soft and tasty,
Your layers moist & flaky...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
My fingers are so green you see...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
I ate you cuz you're yummy...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
You are now in my tummy...
There are no more- you were the last,
I ate too much, I now have gas...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
The green that won't wash off of meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
*thank you, thank you very much...
Green Ruby has left the blog!*
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
your sprinkles make my lips so green...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
We got you at the bakery...
You are so soft and tasty,
Your layers moist & flaky...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
My fingers are so green you see...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
I ate you cuz you're yummy...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
You are now in my tummy...
There are no more- you were the last,
I ate too much, I now have gas...
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
Oh Christmas Tree (cookie)
The green that won't wash off of meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
*thank you, thank you very much...
Green Ruby has left the blog!*
Two Kinds of Magic...
...courtesy of faux candlelight.These are the 'candle window lights' I put in my windows every year since first moving out on my own. They're plastic, the color of butter & slightly cheezy with the fake wax drippings to boot.
But I love them.
Ruby, too, loves them & LOVES going around the house at night with me to turn each & every one on.
It's a little routine we've developed together & although we DID do it last year, I'm sure she doesn't remember all that much, but THIS YEAR, she's totally ON BOARD!
We hold hands, Bear at the ready, and off we go, one window at a time... each light, Momma turns the bulb just enough to ignite a 'flame' and each time, "*GASP* MOMMA! LIGHT! OOOOHHH!" as if she's never seen it happen before.
To her, it's magic...
...to me, she's magic.
Embarrassing With A Capital... *UPDATE* (see bottom)
...PERM!
Oy, this picture speaks for ITSELF...
Clearly common sense does NOT A JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL MAKE!
(at least when it comes to HAIR)
Oh, and speaking of hair, c'mon ladies of the 80's... and I KNOW THERE ARE PLENTY OF YOU OUT THERE, WHAT was your GLUE OF CHOICE when it came to your DAILY DOO?
*don't deny it, if you've ever loved def leppard or gone to a Duran Duran concert, OR enjoyed that freakin' flock O seagulls or couple's skated to REO SPEED WAGON, THEN YOU HAD BIG HAIR, PERIOD END OF DISCUSSION!!! So SPILL IT!*
HEHEHEHEH
I tried to Google (images) my hairsprays past (ie: Stiff Stuff and Freeze It) but no such luck, sadly. I can still see them like it was yesterday... both in long yellow aerosol cans, both always ready to freeze the shit out of my lethal bangs, and both, for some odd reason, ALWAYS nearly empty, what WAS up with that anyway?
Unfortunately, I came up with NADA... so sad- but trust me, that stuff WORKED!
Quick, let's lament about 80'S HAIR & I'll run & get the 'BOSTON' & 'Steve Miller Band' cd's!
*grin*
hehehehehe
UPDATE: my dear friend JEN would like us all to refer to her previously posted PROM PICTURES of her & our friend Deidre, also juniors at the time said photos were taken.
Yes we all went to the same satanschool, yes we all hated it, yes we all used too much hair product... BUT the best thing? We're all STILL FRIENDS so many moons later, and that you just can't put a price on, well maybe Di could, but let's not & say we did, k Di? *grin*
LOVE YOU GIRLS!
hehehehe
P.S. (All's fair in love & prom pics)
Yep... it's blurry, but it's me.
*sigh*
Yes, to answer your question, that WAS INDEED a wedding dress I wore to prom.
(you may laugh now...)
Oy, this picture speaks for ITSELF...
Clearly common sense does NOT A JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL MAKE!
(at least when it comes to HAIR)
Oh, and speaking of hair, c'mon ladies of the 80's... and I KNOW THERE ARE PLENTY OF YOU OUT THERE, WHAT was your GLUE OF CHOICE when it came to your DAILY DOO?
*don't deny it, if you've ever loved def leppard or gone to a Duran Duran concert, OR enjoyed that freakin' flock O seagulls or couple's skated to REO SPEED WAGON, THEN YOU HAD BIG HAIR, PERIOD END OF DISCUSSION!!! So SPILL IT!*
HEHEHEHEH
I tried to Google (images) my hairsprays past (ie: Stiff Stuff and Freeze It) but no such luck, sadly. I can still see them like it was yesterday... both in long yellow aerosol cans, both always ready to freeze the shit out of my lethal bangs, and both, for some odd reason, ALWAYS nearly empty, what WAS up with that anyway?
Unfortunately, I came up with NADA... so sad- but trust me, that stuff WORKED!
Quick, let's lament about 80'S HAIR & I'll run & get the 'BOSTON' & 'Steve Miller Band' cd's!
*grin*
hehehehehe
UPDATE: my dear friend JEN would like us all to refer to her previously posted PROM PICTURES of her & our friend Deidre, also juniors at the time said photos were taken.
Yes we all went to the same satanschool, yes we all hated it, yes we all used too much hair product... BUT the best thing? We're all STILL FRIENDS so many moons later, and that you just can't put a price on, well maybe Di could, but let's not & say we did, k Di? *grin*
LOVE YOU GIRLS!
hehehehe
P.S. (All's fair in love & prom pics)
Yep... it's blurry, but it's me.*sigh*
Yes, to answer your question, that WAS INDEED a wedding dress I wore to prom.
(you may laugh now...)
Sunday, December 10, 2006
"Aunt Corn"...
...so often times, Ruby is in my bedroom with me playing.
She's got her fair share of toys in here & that's ok with me.
I had just gotten out of a shower & was getting dressed and as I am pulling on my toasty cotton "fun pants" (as Ruby loves to call them), I notice her reaching for something under my bed.
Now, those of you who know me KNOW that that's probably not a good idea since you really NEVER know what's gonna be under there to take a bite out of you!
I say to her, "Ruby honey, get out from under Momma's bed, ok baby?"
She says to me, "Momma, Aunt Corn!"
*puzzled look* "Ah, sweetie, what did you say?"
Ruby smiles & says again, "Momma, Aunt Corn!"
Ok, now I know you don't have a vegetable for an aunt but I'm intrigued, so I'll bite...
"Sweetie, who's Aunt Corn?"
Ruby then holds up a Caruso Hair Roller high above her head & proudly exclaims,
"Aunt Corn! Aunt Corn!"
*smiling & a bit teary at this point* Awwwwww sweetie, you're right, that IS Aunt Karen's hair roller... she must've left it here from her visit baby.
Yes, my daughter who has no idea that her beautiful Aunt Corn who wore the rollers in her hair, is now her beautiful Aunt Corn, who wears soft toasty cashmere cable knit hats on her beautiful bald head.
Something tells me that once Ruby returns said red roller to her beloved Aunt Corn come Jan... that Aunt Corn just might save those rollers for another day.
I'm proud of my daughter for remembering her Aunt Corn (her way of saying Karen) via way of something as simple as a little red hair roller...
...and I'm even more proud of my friend Corn, ah, I mean Karen, for having the nuts to take her own hair before Cancer even had a chance.
Girl, you're so wonderful if you really were corn, you'd be POPCORN!
Because, just like popcorn, you too are loved by everyone!
(although don't go slathering butter on yourself... trust me, it can get messy!)
;)
XoXoXo
-AhMeeMee
She's got her fair share of toys in here & that's ok with me.
I had just gotten out of a shower & was getting dressed and as I am pulling on my toasty cotton "fun pants" (as Ruby loves to call them), I notice her reaching for something under my bed.
Now, those of you who know me KNOW that that's probably not a good idea since you really NEVER know what's gonna be under there to take a bite out of you!
I say to her, "Ruby honey, get out from under Momma's bed, ok baby?"
She says to me, "Momma, Aunt Corn!"
*puzzled look* "Ah, sweetie, what did you say?"
Ruby smiles & says again, "Momma, Aunt Corn!"
Ok, now I know you don't have a vegetable for an aunt but I'm intrigued, so I'll bite...
"Sweetie, who's Aunt Corn?"
Ruby then holds up a Caruso Hair Roller high above her head & proudly exclaims,
"Aunt Corn! Aunt Corn!"
*smiling & a bit teary at this point* Awwwwww sweetie, you're right, that IS Aunt Karen's hair roller... she must've left it here from her visit baby.
Yes, my daughter who has no idea that her beautiful Aunt Corn who wore the rollers in her hair, is now her beautiful Aunt Corn, who wears soft toasty cashmere cable knit hats on her beautiful bald head.
Something tells me that once Ruby returns said red roller to her beloved Aunt Corn come Jan... that Aunt Corn just might save those rollers for another day.
I'm proud of my daughter for remembering her Aunt Corn (her way of saying Karen) via way of something as simple as a little red hair roller...
...and I'm even more proud of my friend Corn, ah, I mean Karen, for having the nuts to take her own hair before Cancer even had a chance.
Girl, you're so wonderful if you really were corn, you'd be POPCORN!
Because, just like popcorn, you too are loved by everyone!
(although don't go slathering butter on yourself... trust me, it can get messy!)
;)
XoXoXo
-AhMeeMee
You've heard of a 'do-over'...
...well, consider this a 'SOUP-OVER'!
Ok, so you remember that chicken taco soup I made the other night?
Well, I was bored tonight & craving it again for dinner
but didn't have the bacon SO, I fiddled with the ingredients to suit what I had in the house and OH MY GOOD GRAVY DID IT COME OUT WAY BETTER TONIGHT THAN EVER BEFORE!
Below is the new REVAMPED RECIPE and seriously,
TRUST ME WHEN I SAY TRY IT THIS WEEK!
You won't regret it!
Chicken Taco Soup... (Momma Style!)
Ingredients:
EVOO (few times around the bottom of a large soup pot)
1 Spanish onion chopped
1/2 red onion chopped
2 lg cloves garlic either minced or chopped
(tonight I chopped although normally I mince,
was just too lazy to get out the mincer again & get it dirty, it's sort of a PITA to clean!)
salt & pepper to taste
1 pkg (3 large) boneless chicken breasts, cut into bite size pieces
1 box of 'TACO BELL' taco dinner kit
(contains 8 corn taco shells, 1 season packet & 1 sauce pouch)
1 large can CRUSHED tomatoes
1 & 1/2 cups chicken stock
1 brick sharp cheddar (or cheese of your choice) freshly grated
1 lime cut into wedges
small container sour cream
Directions:
In large soup pot go several times around with EVOO over medium high heat.
Chop onions & garlic & throw in.
While they're cooking, cut Chicken up into bite size pieces & add to pot, stirring occasionally.
Once chicken is almost fully cooked, add spice packet & mix well.
In another five minutes, add sauce packet & again, mix.
Then add the crushed tomatoes & chicken stock.
Stir & lower heat a bit & let cook.
Then get to work grating your block-O-cheese & set it aside.
Take the 8 corn taco shells & put into ZIPLOC bag & BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF THEM till they're all crushed into bite size pieces.
In each bowl, add a hand full of corn tortilla pieces, a hand full of cheddar cheese on top & with a large ladle, gently pour piping hot soup OVER tortillas & cheese.
Squeeze a little lime all over top & garnish with a large dollop of sour cream.
SERVE & ENJOY!
Seriously, I am not a very huge Mexican fan but once in a blue moon do I REALLY get a craving for it, tonight... the moon was BLUE!
*grin*
I would've taken pics to show you all but can't find what I did with my digital camera. LOL Trust me, it looked VERY DELICIOUS & tasted EVEN BETTER!
MANGIA TUTTI!
Ok, so you remember that chicken taco soup I made the other night?
Well, I was bored tonight & craving it again for dinner
but didn't have the bacon SO, I fiddled with the ingredients to suit what I had in the house and OH MY GOOD GRAVY DID IT COME OUT WAY BETTER TONIGHT THAN EVER BEFORE!
Below is the new REVAMPED RECIPE and seriously,
TRUST ME WHEN I SAY TRY IT THIS WEEK!
You won't regret it!
Chicken Taco Soup... (Momma Style!)
Ingredients:
EVOO (few times around the bottom of a large soup pot)
1 Spanish onion chopped
1/2 red onion chopped
2 lg cloves garlic either minced or chopped
(tonight I chopped although normally I mince,
was just too lazy to get out the mincer again & get it dirty, it's sort of a PITA to clean!)
salt & pepper to taste
1 pkg (3 large) boneless chicken breasts, cut into bite size pieces
1 box of 'TACO BELL' taco dinner kit
(contains 8 corn taco shells, 1 season packet & 1 sauce pouch)
1 large can CRUSHED tomatoes
1 & 1/2 cups chicken stock
1 brick sharp cheddar (or cheese of your choice) freshly grated
1 lime cut into wedges
small container sour cream
Directions:
In large soup pot go several times around with EVOO over medium high heat.
Chop onions & garlic & throw in.
While they're cooking, cut Chicken up into bite size pieces & add to pot, stirring occasionally.
Once chicken is almost fully cooked, add spice packet & mix well.
In another five minutes, add sauce packet & again, mix.
Then add the crushed tomatoes & chicken stock.
Stir & lower heat a bit & let cook.
Then get to work grating your block-O-cheese & set it aside.
Take the 8 corn taco shells & put into ZIPLOC bag & BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF THEM till they're all crushed into bite size pieces.
In each bowl, add a hand full of corn tortilla pieces, a hand full of cheddar cheese on top & with a large ladle, gently pour piping hot soup OVER tortillas & cheese.
Squeeze a little lime all over top & garnish with a large dollop of sour cream.
SERVE & ENJOY!
Seriously, I am not a very huge Mexican fan but once in a blue moon do I REALLY get a craving for it, tonight... the moon was BLUE!
*grin*
I would've taken pics to show you all but can't find what I did with my digital camera. LOL Trust me, it looked VERY DELICIOUS & tasted EVEN BETTER!
MANGIA TUTTI!
Good LORD...
...CATHERINE, YOU CAN'T JUST SHARE A YUMMY PICTURE LIKE THIS
WITHOUT TELLING US
HOW YOU MADE THESE
DELICIOUSLY EVIL LOOKING
LITTLE DISCS FROM
CHOCOLATE PRETZEL HEAVEN!
OMG!!!
DO SHARE, DO SHARE!
(please?)
WITHOUT TELLING US
HOW YOU MADE THESE
DELICIOUSLY EVIL LOOKING
LITTLE DISCS FROM
CHOCOLATE PRETZEL HEAVEN!
OMG!!!
DO SHARE, DO SHARE!
(please?)
-Amy & Ruby Cate
(If I find round pretzels that can be ordered online, I'll SEND YOU THE LINK! So far, all I managed to find were these square pretzels...)
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Just for shits & giggles...
...check THESE out!
LMFAO
LMFAO
Ruby Cate -- [adjective]: Sexually stunning 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Nice, my kid's only TWO & already she's sexually stunning?
Good Lord HELP ME COME TEENAGE YEARS!
*sigh*
Amy -- [adjective]: Similar to butter in texture and appearance 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Sadly, this is probably true. LOL
But hell, who doesn't love BUTTER?
*grin*
Friday, December 08, 2006
Strange...
...8:34pm phone rings
Me: "Hello?"
Matty: "HEY BABY! HOW'YA DOIN' TONIGHT?"
Me: (surprised) "Uh, I'm good Matty, how bout you?"
Matty: "Aw baby I'm good, listen you wanna snuggle up & watch a movie tonight? Cuz uh, I got this movie I haven't watched yet & I think we should watch it, ya know?"
Me: (me thinks he has perhaps had one drink thus far, possibly two) "Uh, sure Matty, you can come over, I'm just reading..."
Matty: (interrupting) "GREAT! So I'll be over in like a few minutes ok? All right Amy, I can't wait, here I come baby!" *click*
Now, I've been friends with Matty long enough to know that this coming over is neither A.) a good thing, nor B.) the smartest thing to do on a work night... but I digress.
So, minutes pass & nothing happens.
I call to make sure he is aware that the walk is slightly icy & to be careful when coming up the front stairs.
*ring,ring*
Matty: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey hon, it's just me, listen I was just calling to tell you..."
Matty: "Awwww c'mon Aim, you know I'm coming over right now, jeesh!"
Me: "Ah, actually Matty, I know that but that's not what I was calling, I was CALLING because I want you to be aware of the icy front walk way so as to avoid slipping & falling..."
Matty: "Aw Aim, you're a doll, do you know that? Aren't you a sweetie!"
Me: "Yes, I know... just be careful."
Matty: "I'm on my way baby!"
*click*
Now, not that I'm counting or anything but that's TWICE now that he's hung up without saying goodbye. Isn't alcohol fun?
*NOT*
I proceed to get back involved in my book I'm reading and literally maybe a minute IF THAT goes by & 'SLAM' the front door shuts, followed by footsteps up my front stairs.
*knock knock*
Me: "Come In..."
*silence*
*rustling noises like he's trying to fumble with his coat or something*
*knock knock*
(rolling eyes)
Me: "Yes Matty, COME IN..."
~Enter Matty~
(he looks incredibly adorable, smells even better than he looks & walks directly over to me (seated on the couch with my book) and reaches down, grabs me in a hug & kisses my cheek & says "Hi Baby! I'm so happy to be here, I'm in such a good mood tonight!"
Me: "Yes, I noticed..."
Matty: "Ok so look I have this movie (pointing to movie) but we don't have to watch it if you don't want to, I really just wanted to hang out with you and it doesn't matter what we do really. Although we probably should watch the damn thing since I've had it for like days & I brought it with me to Jack's house but we never fuckin' watched it either so maybe it's a sign, maybe it's a shit movie & we shouldn't watch it either. Hey do you still have those Dane Cook CD's? Let's go curl up in your room & just shoot the shit while listening to him, he's a funny fucking bastard isn't he Amy? *hugs me again* BABY YOU'RE SO CUTE TONIGHT, I'M SO HAPPY TO BE HERE! Did I tell you I'm in like the best mood?"
(this run on sentence continues for what was probably the longest ten minutes of my life...)
Me: "Ok, well why don't we go curl up in my room & chat, I'd love to finish listening to Dane Cook, you know I love listening to him with you.
Matty: "Awwwwww, you do honey, really?"
Me: "Yes, you know that. Ok so let's go..."
(grabbing his hand to lead him into my room, he's fairly steady on his feet, perhaps I've misjudged him, perhaps he really is just in a good mood, who knows... )
*enter my bedroom*
Me: "Ok, do you remember where we left off, cuz I don't"
Matty: "Oh I dunno, fuckin just play it from anywhere, it's all good!"
Me: "Ok..."
(playing DC's CD's *grin I love saying that* hehehe and getting comfortable sitting on the bed)
We spend at least an hour or two listening to his comedy but when I say to you that the run on sentence didn't stop for Dane Cook, I'm not kidding.
Matty was REELING on life, not sure why, not sure what caused it, but he was just in a good mood. He was sweet, held my hands almost the whole time, kissed me a few times on the forehead, cheeks & lips but all gentle sweet kisses.
(the kind that girls remember more so than the sloppy 'typical guy' kisses, ya know?)
We get all toasty & he literally talked the entire time, about lots of things (most of which I forget already, thanks MS, always lookin' out for me *grr*)
We lay there just relaxing, he finally slowed his mouth down & then within seconds of stopping talking, he fell asleep.
Nice, so here I am listening to Dane Cook (who, by the way, is the funniest fucking bastard on the face of the planet *next to my JACK BLACK* when you can actually HEAR HIS JOKES because nobody is trying to TALK OVER HIM) and Matty's sound asleep and so I just curl up with him a little & let him zonk out for a few because I have this feeling that he just needs to rest before I send him home. I know he has to work in the morning & I know how early he gets up, but a little cat nap here curled up with me can only help him in the long run.
10:45pm *Matty slowly wakes up*
Me: "Hey, you ok?"
Matty: "What fuckin' time is it?" *groggily searching my bedroom for a clock*
Me: "It's quarter of 11. You ok to drive home?"
Matty: "Yes Amy, I'm fine I just gotta get home & get to bed, I have to work in the fuckin' morning..."
Me: "Ok, c'mon, I'll walk you out..."
*walking to living room*
Matty: *hugging me* "Aim, you're the best you know that? I love you"
Me: "Matty, I love you too... and you're not so shabby yourself. Now drive safe & get to bed."
Matty: "I'll talk to you tomorrow k?"
Me: (knowing that I won't talk to him again till probably next week sometime) "Ok luv, you got it..."
Matty: "G'night Amy, thanks for... uh, thanks."
Me: "You're welcome hon... g'night"
And that was that & here I sit relaying it all to you people...
...just like I said; Strange.
Me: "Hello?"
Matty: "HEY BABY! HOW'YA DOIN' TONIGHT?"
Me: (surprised) "Uh, I'm good Matty, how bout you?"
Matty: "Aw baby I'm good, listen you wanna snuggle up & watch a movie tonight? Cuz uh, I got this movie I haven't watched yet & I think we should watch it, ya know?"
Me: (me thinks he has perhaps had one drink thus far, possibly two) "Uh, sure Matty, you can come over, I'm just reading..."
Matty: (interrupting) "GREAT! So I'll be over in like a few minutes ok? All right Amy, I can't wait, here I come baby!" *click*
Now, I've been friends with Matty long enough to know that this coming over is neither A.) a good thing, nor B.) the smartest thing to do on a work night... but I digress.
So, minutes pass & nothing happens.
I call to make sure he is aware that the walk is slightly icy & to be careful when coming up the front stairs.
*ring,ring*
Matty: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey hon, it's just me, listen I was just calling to tell you..."
Matty: "Awwww c'mon Aim, you know I'm coming over right now, jeesh!"
Me: "Ah, actually Matty, I know that but that's not what I was calling, I was CALLING because I want you to be aware of the icy front walk way so as to avoid slipping & falling..."
Matty: "Aw Aim, you're a doll, do you know that? Aren't you a sweetie!"
Me: "Yes, I know... just be careful."
Matty: "I'm on my way baby!"
*click*
Now, not that I'm counting or anything but that's TWICE now that he's hung up without saying goodbye. Isn't alcohol fun?
*NOT*
I proceed to get back involved in my book I'm reading and literally maybe a minute IF THAT goes by & 'SLAM' the front door shuts, followed by footsteps up my front stairs.
*knock knock*
Me: "Come In..."
*silence*
*rustling noises like he's trying to fumble with his coat or something*
*knock knock*
(rolling eyes)
Me: "Yes Matty, COME IN..."
~Enter Matty~
(he looks incredibly adorable, smells even better than he looks & walks directly over to me (seated on the couch with my book) and reaches down, grabs me in a hug & kisses my cheek & says "Hi Baby! I'm so happy to be here, I'm in such a good mood tonight!"
Me: "Yes, I noticed..."
Matty: "Ok so look I have this movie (pointing to movie) but we don't have to watch it if you don't want to, I really just wanted to hang out with you and it doesn't matter what we do really. Although we probably should watch the damn thing since I've had it for like days & I brought it with me to Jack's house but we never fuckin' watched it either so maybe it's a sign, maybe it's a shit movie & we shouldn't watch it either. Hey do you still have those Dane Cook CD's? Let's go curl up in your room & just shoot the shit while listening to him, he's a funny fucking bastard isn't he Amy? *hugs me again* BABY YOU'RE SO CUTE TONIGHT, I'M SO HAPPY TO BE HERE! Did I tell you I'm in like the best mood?"
(this run on sentence continues for what was probably the longest ten minutes of my life...)
Me: "Ok, well why don't we go curl up in my room & chat, I'd love to finish listening to Dane Cook, you know I love listening to him with you.
Matty: "Awwwwww, you do honey, really?"
Me: "Yes, you know that. Ok so let's go..."
(grabbing his hand to lead him into my room, he's fairly steady on his feet, perhaps I've misjudged him, perhaps he really is just in a good mood, who knows... )
*enter my bedroom*
Me: "Ok, do you remember where we left off, cuz I don't"
Matty: "Oh I dunno, fuckin just play it from anywhere, it's all good!"
Me: "Ok..."
(playing DC's CD's *grin I love saying that* hehehe and getting comfortable sitting on the bed)
We spend at least an hour or two listening to his comedy but when I say to you that the run on sentence didn't stop for Dane Cook, I'm not kidding.
Matty was REELING on life, not sure why, not sure what caused it, but he was just in a good mood. He was sweet, held my hands almost the whole time, kissed me a few times on the forehead, cheeks & lips but all gentle sweet kisses.
(the kind that girls remember more so than the sloppy 'typical guy' kisses, ya know?)
We get all toasty & he literally talked the entire time, about lots of things (most of which I forget already, thanks MS, always lookin' out for me *grr*)
We lay there just relaxing, he finally slowed his mouth down & then within seconds of stopping talking, he fell asleep.
Nice, so here I am listening to Dane Cook (who, by the way, is the funniest fucking bastard on the face of the planet *next to my JACK BLACK* when you can actually HEAR HIS JOKES because nobody is trying to TALK OVER HIM) and Matty's sound asleep and so I just curl up with him a little & let him zonk out for a few because I have this feeling that he just needs to rest before I send him home. I know he has to work in the morning & I know how early he gets up, but a little cat nap here curled up with me can only help him in the long run.
10:45pm *Matty slowly wakes up*
Me: "Hey, you ok?"
Matty: "What fuckin' time is it?" *groggily searching my bedroom for a clock*
Me: "It's quarter of 11. You ok to drive home?"
Matty: "Yes Amy, I'm fine I just gotta get home & get to bed, I have to work in the fuckin' morning..."
Me: "Ok, c'mon, I'll walk you out..."
*walking to living room*
Matty: *hugging me* "Aim, you're the best you know that? I love you"
Me: "Matty, I love you too... and you're not so shabby yourself. Now drive safe & get to bed."
Matty: "I'll talk to you tomorrow k?"
Me: (knowing that I won't talk to him again till probably next week sometime) "Ok luv, you got it..."
Matty: "G'night Amy, thanks for... uh, thanks."
Me: "You're welcome hon... g'night"
And that was that & here I sit relaying it all to you people...
...just like I said; Strange.
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