The Mother Load

JUST AIRING OUT MY LAUNDRY!

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

There is a God!

American Idol, Kelly has gone home and what a butt she made out of herself. She certainly knows how to humiliate herself. I think the poor thing has been sheltered way too long.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

By Far the Coolest

Found this recipe on Sandra's Works for Me Wednesday onDiary of a Stay At Home Mom. It really does work and the eggs came out so fluffy and perfect. You wouldn't believe how easy and amazing.

OMELETS IN THE BAG

Have everyone write their name on a quart-size, zip-lock freezer bag with permanent marker.

Crack 2 eggs (large or extra-large) into each bag (not more than 2 eggs) and shake to combine them.

Put out a variety of ingredients such as: cheeses, ham, onion, green pepper, tomato, hash browns, salsa, etc.

Each member adds prepared ingredients of choice to their bag and shakes; make sure the air is out of the bag and the bag is well-zipped.

Place the bags into rolling, boiling water for exactly 13 minutes.
You can usually cook 6-8 omelets in a large pot. For more, make another pot of boiling water.

Open the bags and the omelet will roll out easily. Be prepared for everyone to be amazed.

American Idol

Of course I watch it! I don't really make a big deal of it, but was Paula high or what! I'm beginning to believe she may have a problem. She cried, she cheered, and was quite emotional. Maybe menopause!

Kelly has got to go - no one can be that stupid. If they ever make a sequel to Forest Gump, she would be a perfect cast.

Taylor and Chris show the true spirit of music.

Sometimes I feel Elliot and Paris are trying a bit too hard and never sound any different.

Katherine is absolutely fabulous! I don't care what the judges say!

Cabbage & Yogurt - What a wonderful combination!

When it comes to my Godchild, only God knows what she is going to say next. In a food obsessed society, it is no wonder that a girl can even get through a story without mentioning food mistakenly. My godchild does just that and does it with sass:

My sister: Kyla, why weren't you dancing? (dance practice in front of parents)
Kyla: Because everyone was looking at my butt and underarms.
My sister: What?
Kyla: Next time I'm gonna put some yogurt under my arms.
My sister: Do you mean deordorant?
Kyla: Yeah, that stuff!

My sister: Stop it, Kyla - you have a bad habit of that and your sister will only follow in your footsteps.
Kyla: (later)Mom says I've got a bad cabbage of that!

Monday, April 24, 2006

More




These are the other two I have painted - more to come. Just need a few opinions.

Finally!

Though a little late, I discovered that I never updated on my sofa situation. Jenny suggested I get his ?*% moving by telling him I would just call my brother-in-law to get my sofa out of storage. Well, it worked.

HaaHaaHaaHaa! My evil plan has worked and now I will disappear to my dungeon to conjure up yet another undone Honey-Do project!

I Am From...

I have finally taken a challenge, Owlhaven

So here it goes:

I am from pencils with worn tips, from ice-cold Coca-Cola and freshly brewed Community Coffee. I am from the house with the jungle of a yard with a reflection of this on the inside as well. I am from the loving, very full, home that smells of pumpkin spice candles and whatever meal I can whip up in an hour. I am from magnolias so divine and tough and wisteria mysteriously intertwining.

I am from baking with children every holiday to never leaving without saying I love you. From the forgiving Legendre’s and assertive Plaisance’s and determined Gautier‘s and witful Cheramie‘s.

I am from the most forgiving hearts and giving hands. From old spirits in young bodies and open minds.

I am from Christians, who believe God will get you through it. I'm from Cajuns in Louisiana, from France, Spain, and Italy, from Mom‘s white beans cooked in Granny‘s pot to sloppy wipe your mouth fifty times roast beef po-boys.

From the early Sunday morning raves from Granny and Papa on dancing the night away the night before and willing to relive it out once more to the mounds of Mawmaw’s books surrounding every wall.

I am from old tattered albums, self-written poetry books, grandma’s tea set, and hand-made blankets that tell of a journey worth taking again, and again, and again.

The Machine Sleeps

If you've been keeping up, Hunter Bunter, aka The Machine, hardly sleeps. We have finally found the secret to our problem. The Wedding Planner. Oddly enough, he asked to watch the movie tonight, so I let him in pure desperation to get him off my back. He casually slipped the DVD in and was asleep in a matter of minutes. Remind me to thank J-Lo.

Whadaya think?




I painted these and will sell them as bulletin boards.
How much would you buy them for?
I'll be posting 2 others, if blogger ever lets me.

"Massive"

I'm sure we all agree what fun things come out of our children's mouths. But not of all of it is funny when you are on the receiving end. My sister-in-law over spring break let me in on a statement her son made to her that I just had to share.

Mother (rubbing her eyes and head)
Son: What's wrong mommy?
Mother: I have a massive headache.
Son: Well, it'll go great with your massive butt.

"Kids say the darnest things" SMACK!!!

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Manmade

By the way, who decided there would only be 24 hours in a day? (mental note: look that up) Must have been a man. I need a lot more to finish what I need to do in a day.

Wild Weekend W(r)evelations

In sharing with other moms their stories of raising children, I thought it might be interesting to share with other moms creative ways to discipline your children. So, every weekend I will share with you my "Wild Weekend W(r)evelations".

W(r)evelation #1: Children do not like to shop with their moms, especially if they are boys and especially if she's shopping for a bathing suit.

Solution: Play a game. Have your children hold one hand on the shopping cart. Whoever holds on to the shopping cart the longest scores a point. Whoever has the most points at the end of the trip gets candy and a drink in check out line, the other only gets to pick one.

The Result: I actually managed to find one with three kids without screaming once, "Get over here, before I hang you from the racks!"


W(r)evelation #2: Children will say the meanest things.

Solution: For every mean thing they said to each other, I have required them to sit and face each other, say something nice about the other and then give a kiss on the cheek to each other.

The Result: This was torture for my boys, needless to say I haven't heard anything mean --- Yet!

Feel free to share your own and let me know if you are blogging it also.

The Tearful Tale of a Husband

Once upon a time, there was a husband, a dear and compassionate soul, a supportive and handsome man, yet all these good qualities seemed to disappear as his wife heard the words, "Well, when will you make time for me?" from his mouth. Working five days out of the week, coming home to a meal, a home (for the most part taken care of) and children who greeted him with cheers, fishing and hunting on weekends whenever he so desired was not enough for this young man. Playing with the children and laying on the sofa to watch every male show his heart desired (which means mainly anything on SPIKE TV) just didn't seem to fill that empty space. What he really desired was time with wife, "alone", was he asking for too much? Was he tipping the scales of justice? He just wanted what any man wanted, besides fishing and hunting. He wanted what was rightfully his! His woman! But aahh, lo and behold, his wife has won the battle yet again and will blog away!

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Freaky "Friday" Everyday

Seth(ocrates), my eldest son, seems to think he is a thirty year old parent of three. He is forever bossing around his younger brother and thinks he can hold down the fort when I'm busy in mother duties. He actually has said, "Hunter what have I told you, time and time again, don't play with the bubbles without me around." Wherever does he get it?!!! I've also had him say, "What did you not understand about the word No!" I've created a "monster", funny though my husband who you would think be quoting these statements more often is busy playing the whining husband. "I want to fish, I want to hunt, I want to sing, I want more "time" with you." WaaWaaWaa!!! It just seems at moments there is some Freaky Friday thing happening in my household, minus the laugh factor (because I don't find it funny).

Friday, April 07, 2006

Dark Forces Beware

Okay, I admit it - I AM A CHARMED FREAK! If you don't know what tv show I happen to be raving about check it out @ http://thewb.warnerbros.com/web/show.jsp?id=CH
So, I Netflixed Seasons 1-4 to catch up, since my children and husband just so happen to get a few wild hairs up their butts and start wrestling just when any decent show comes on TV. I was able to watch all of the seasons, but not without once in awhile Hunter Bunter observing also. At first, all he did was ask, "Mommy, I want to watch the witches." I didn't see any harm, yet I do realize this is probably not the healthiest show for my child to be witnessing. So, my son and I continue on a mission to see all the seasons and he begins to express that he has "powers". He even makes the motions of Piper (the one who can freeze time and blow things up with her hands). He says to me one day in the grocery store, "Watch Mom, I'm going to blow him up." He flicks out his hands in true Piper form and says, "Don't worry Mom I vanquished the demon." I hope this phase ends before preschool, I'd hate to have to come to school because they think my child is a bomb threat.

When?

When will I see the day of a sofa in my living room, or my TV connected, or clothes in a dresser? When I ask. When my husband feels like it. These requests are no major act of God, yet my husband seems to believe so. He'd rather be fishing, I'd rather be sitting on my sofa (that belongs in the living room, not in storage) watching Desperate Housewives or American Idol. He promises often that he will attend to these matters, but to no avail. I get quite irritated by it and after awhile I'm guilty of throwing around a few choice words until he gets off his butt and does something about it. The last home we were in, the many projects were pushed aside until it was too late - we had to move. The home before that took him 2 years before he fixed a leak in the bathroom. We solved it by removing the entire bathroom and making it a closet. I get a bit weary of always being the nag and he says he doesn't like my nagging, yet I wouldn't have to if he would just go get my damn sofa out of storage!

To Take Another Blow

With the Hurricane season fast approaching, I wonder if we could survive yet another blow. It's almost as though I don't want to think about it. It has been a very difficult year for many and is still for some. We were graced with blessings, but you have to admit nothing seems as normal as it once was. The lines of communication are quite broken both politically and physically (cells, phones, & mail). To say the coast would ever return to the way it once was is an understatement. I think with all the rubble that floated away, a bit of spirit did also. Many have come to help, to provide, and to support, yet the numbers are dwindling and with hurricane season in less than 2 months I'm not sure if Louisiana, Mississippi, or Alabama is ready to take another blow.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

In Need of Medication

I believe I'm in desperate need of medication. In pursuit of trying to make cash, I began the day cleaning my cousin's home. It took me 6 hours. This was not due to the fact that her home was messy, but due to my obsession with cleaning when I do clean. Yes, you should clean things right and try to achieve the white glove effect - but please somebody help me. I can't stop when I get started. I'm cleaning the doors, next thing you know I'm cleaning the frames, and the molding and then I notice the corner and then the spot on the wall. I've walked into her house a thousand times and have always said how clean it was, yet here I am striving for perfection. My goal was to do a spring cleaning so cleaning it in the next few weeks would be a little bit easier, but I may have gone a bit overboard. To top off my back aching, knee wrenching, ears ringing day, my husband comes home to ask when will I clean our house. My response, "When you pay me!" The nerve!

PUT IT BACK!

Hunter Bunter is obsessed with wanting his things back. Now, I'm not talking about the usual, "Give me my toy back" or "I want my drink back." Nooooo! He wants his hair back after I've cut it or his nails back after I've clipped them. Can he just beg like a normal child and stomp his feet. Noooooo! He has to literally grab the hair off the floor or the clippings from the trash and try to assemble them back. Begging me, "Please, mommy put it back." What does he think I can do? Glue them? Oh, the tragic life of a 3 year old.