★I've decided that even though I don't have time to do it myself, I really love National Blog Posting Month, which is, for those of you not all-consumed by the intranets, is this month. I don't do it because I don't enjoy setting myself up for failure. Because honestly, I'm distracted by something shiny every, oh, five seconds or so. I'd never make it. But during NaBloPoMo, all my friends who are usually too busy to blog regularly do so for the whole month! It's like getting a glut of your favorite TV show. It's fun.

★Nolan signed me up to make cornbread dressing (stuffing?) for 40 people to take to our church Thanksgiving dinner. Do I get to go? No. Is Nolan going to go? No. But I'm still making the crap ton of stuffing. I can't even conceive of the amounts of ingredients for that. There's math in my future. Ugh. I'm not upset, though. Not about the signing up, or the making of the dish, or even the fact that I'm not getting to eat it. I'm upset about the math. Math makes me grouchy.

★Ethan just spent ten minutes trying to convince me that those yogurts that have Oreos or M&M's packaged with them to sprinkle on top are low fat and healthy for you. Seriously, kid. This is not my first rodeo. And: Ew, cough, gag and splutter.

★Tomorrow I have too much to do. A jam-packed full day. It's full of all good things, but there's not going to be time to breathe. I've become rather accustomed to breathing, and it bothers me a bit when I'm prohibited.

★Do you know when you do something, and then people really like it? That feeling you get when you get a pat on the back? I've had a dozen of those pats over the past week, for a short story I wrote for an anonymous fest where I still remain anonymous. Every single pat makes me smile. And if I could figure out how to respond anonymously, I would. But I am technologically deficient. It's a good thing I have other talents, for sure. Like making breakfast parfaits. I make a mean parfait.

★Rehearsal. Rehearsal is SO. MUCH. FUN. Rarely have I been with a group of people who are so creative and hard-working and intuitive as these boys. It's a delight and a joy. I've decided I'm going to do a picture a night on instagram. So you can follow the show and my crappy photography skills over there. I'm carriehuckabay on that particular site. Which is my actual name, if you throw in a space, for those of you who don't know.

★Also, and I'm loathe to "announce" it, but here goes: *deep breath* I'm breaking up with Sugar.

*throws self on floor and weeps bitterly*

It isn't Sugar's fault, and it isn't because I don't believe in Sugar's love for me, or even because I'm trying to lose weight (I'm ALWAYS trying to lose weight), or because I read the ebook of Skinny Bitch and secretly liked that the author was cursing at me like some sort of sailor with Tourette's. I'm leaving Sugar because I can trace all of the times I feel like utter and complete crapola to refined Sugar. Quite frankly, I'm sure I'll miss Sugar. I'll have Sugar withdrawals. I'm going to leave 2 a.m. phone calls on Sugar's phone and write Sugar a love Sonnet a day. But Sugar makes me feel like ass, and even if I do love Sugar from the deepest depths of my black little heart and want to have a billion of Sugar's little Sugar Babies, Sugar has to leave.

That metaphor went wrong somewhere. Alas. You have to know when to say when.

★That's all. *points to the icon* Make the right decision.

Cake. No... death. No! Cake.... It really is a difficult choice. As for me, I'm going to go Google 'Crapton of dressing' and see what comes up.

I must want to never stop moving.

But as long as I'm having fun, what the hell, right?

Here's what I've been up to, in case anyone has the burning desire to know.

You, know, the usual. Martha Stewart with cuter hair and better makeup. )

That's enough for the present, I think. :)
Visual aide, here. )
Behold the incredible cross section, y'all.

Yep. That's it.

Carry on.
6 pounds of butter
10 pounds of sugar
10 pounds of flour
3 bags of peppermints
2 pounds of cashews
6 cartons of chocolate bark
1 billion chocolate chips
8 Butterfinger candy bars
24 loaves of lemon poppyseed bread
14 gazillion mini pumpkin muffins
156 bazillion dishes washed by Nolan
18 hours of cooking and baking

55 gift bags for Nolan's customers filled.

I'm done.

Until next year. :)
persephone33: (Angry bear)
( Dec. 6th, 2010 09:16 am)
I had PLANS for today.

Unfortunately, my eight year old is huddled on the sofa with a case of what I'm pretty sure is strep throat. My BFA in Theatre Arts somehow gives me the knowledge and experience to diagnose him. That, or battling that stupid bacteria for the last ten years. I've a MOM degree. It's like a sixth sense.  A sixth sense that get's awakened in the wee hours of the morning when your child has stuff coming out of him that should just not BE.

Can I give it back?  Is that an option?  I don't remember checking that particular box.

By the way, whatever happened to Aaron being the iron man in the family? This is the second time the kid's been sick this year. I blame the disgusting breeding ground of germs in which he spends 8 hours a day.

Some people merely call it 'the elementary school.' My name has more flair.

You know how I don't work, right? I'm a stay at home mom, and I teach one afternoon a week. And volunteer at the above breeding ground one day a week. And do odd jobs for the theatre. And cook for my home group every Wednesday. And make sure all my family has clean clothes, vacuumed floors, clean bathrooms and are fed at least two meals 7 days a week. Somehow, even though I don't work, my days are always completely full. For Christmas this year, I have added tasks: getting gifts and door prizes for the company Christmas party, gift certificates for same, wrapping presents, hosting several parties at the house (so far I'm up to 4), sewing several projects for friends and family, making goodie baskets for AAA Electric's customers (which will include two solid days of baking),and currently top on my list of things to do is get new furniture for Nolan's office. It was repainted several months ago, and he's ready to have the pictures back up on the wall and someplace for people to sit when he bawls them out.

I'm glad I don't work for him, anymore. He FIRED me. He fired HIS MOTHER, too. We're both still a little bitter about it.

(In actuality it had something to do with taxes, and we make more money now than we did befopre, but that's beside the point.  HE STILL FIRED US.  And he didn't even do it face to face.  He fired me OVER THE PHONE.  Chuh.)

But that's a post for another day.

What I'm saying in the midst of all the whining and complaining that this post has turned out to be (er, sorry), is that I'm feeling overbooked.  I'm sure it'll pass and by this afternoon I'll be a whirl of wrapping paper and furniture shopping.  But for right now, I'm in a slight panic that not everything is going to get done.  I've had to postpone my Dr. appt. for my bruised ribs (which are SO not better), but kids come first, right?

I'm going to go put on some lipstick and plaster on a smile.  It's always worked before! 

Cover me, I'm going in.
persephone33: (teacups)
( Nov. 13th, 2010 03:54 pm)
*Currently, we have a missionary from Haiti staying with us for the weekend. She and her husband run an orphanage for AIDS and HIV+ kiddos down there. (As if the Cholera and the hurricane and the abject poverty weren't enough.) It makes my problems (what little I have) seem absolutely inconsequential. It's good to have some persepctive shoved at you every now and then. So that's what I'm doing this weekend: cooking and hostessing and entertaining and ...sewing?

*A good start on stock for my etsy store. Yes, I'm going to open one. No, I don't have an ETA on that. Etsy (and the way it's set up) is confusing and my photographic skills are a bit lacking. But it's on the horizon. Somewhere. This picture isn't all of the bags I have made; I think there are5 or 6 more hanging in the closet.

* Aaaaand lastly, Goldfish Vanilla Grahams are evil and must be stopped. I bought them for the children and I don't think the boys have had even one out of the (now) half-empty bag.

I got wind of this recipe on Facebook.

Facebook. It's good for more than merely ruining your anonymity.

Anyway, I tweaked the recipe, as I am wont to do. Which means I used a different vinegar and different shaped pasta.

So now, I claim this recipe as my own. Sorry, Nancy. And Terri, from whom Nancy got the recipe and who I don't know. Thanks for sharing.

Recipe, pictures and general rambling under here )
Holy cow. It's September.

It's nearly fall, which makes me super happy. I'm sitting out on the back porch enjoying the cool morning weather with the dogs and a cup of coffee, admiring the roses, crepe myrtle and butterfly bush (that Frank is very nearly obscured by - win), and the lawn that my 10 year-old mowed yesterday.

Everyone should have a 10 year-old to mow for them. It's the best.

So the poetry contest wasn't a hit. But I did have some clever entries!

The winners were [livejournal.com profile] leaper182 , [livejournal.com profile] seegrim amd [livejournal.com profile] mynuet , who'll need to tell me their color preference for their bags. Thanks for the entries, girls. They made me smile. :)

September's contest
: is going to be a the same as one of the month's past. You tell me which pairing you want to write, and I'll give you a prompt! (Or I'll give you both - I don't mind doing some of the work.) Fun times. No word limit, no parameters, low pressure, low stress, and you have 'til I drag myself out of bed on October 1 to reply in a comment to THIS POST.

Winners for September will receive their choice of a GAP or Old Navy gift certificate. Or if you're overseas and want to enter, something equally wonderful. I love Old Navy. I have a billion dresses (not hyperbole) from that store. They also have cute accessories and shoes. So. Comment to get a prompt, write, comment again with the story, and win a pair of pants from a chain store. Good times, right?

Now I'm off to get the house ready for home group and to spend the day cooking. I'm making Almond-Bacon-Cheese-Crostini, anitpasto kababs, peanut butter cookies, chocolate cake truffles, artichoke dip, and a small platter of fruit and veggies. Don't you wish you were coming over tonight?

You're invited, by the way. I do love a drop in. ;)
Hello, August 4th. You totally snuck up on me.

It's been a heckuva week, rife with emotional hangovers, nightmares about tank-escaping Crawdads, (Ethan: But we could get him a Crawmom! And they could have Crawkids!) hours of poolside reading and spa days. We're trying to cram all the summer we can into these last few weeks before school starts.

The winners from July's recipe contest [livejournal.com profile] maureen with a kickin' chili recipe, and [livejournal.com profile] filia_umbrae, who won even though she submitted something with a gourd as one of the ingredients. :D I'm totally making all of the submissions, even the pumpkin muffins, which were described as "scarfable." We shall see! Look for your prizes in the mail before the 15th, girls. That's my goal. ;) Congrats to you both!

August's contest!

You know I'm all about a haiku. Haikus make me irrationally happy, and I feel a little fancy reading and writing them. I'm going to confess that I also love a good Limerick, because, you know, I love to laugh. And so this month your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write as many haikus and limericks as your heart desires IN A REPLY TO THIS POST, before I drag myself out of bed on September first. The winners will receive a $25 gift certificate to Barnes and Noble, and one of my handmade bags (new design!).

If you're unsure how to write either of these poems, just click on the links above. It's easy! And fun! And free! You can do it!

Now I'm off to register Ethan for Middle School. And get some Botox on the way because that makes me feel SO OLD.
persephone33: (housewife)
( Jul. 23rd, 2010 09:56 pm)

This month we're going to give the writers a rest and do a little something for all you cooks and bakers out there!

Hit me with your best recipe, one that is tried and true, and never fails to get yummy sounds for those who eat it. It can be sweet, savory, main course, appetizers, dessert or a how-to that you think we need to see. If you want to go all out, you can do a picture step-by-step on your own journal and link your reply in a comment to this post, or you can simply post the recipe, whichever you're most comfortable with.

The winner will receive a super cute Anthropologie apron and some kitchen-y things that might come in handy for future cooking endeavors. The runners up will get a little something, too! Entries must be received by the time I drag myself out of bed on August 1. Good luck and have fun in the kitchen!

You can enter HERE.
I've been feeling icky today. It's my own fault, as I've not been taking my medicine regularly since last week (never fear, I got the script refilled yesterday, so all will be well in a few days). Anyway, we didn't go anywhere today because of me feeling like death on a cracker.

The boys and I were on the front porch, watching a storm roll in through the sunset (a pretty impressive piece of God's handiwork, for sure) and Ethan leans into me.

Ethan. Do you still feel yucky?

Me. Yeah. Thanks for asking.

Ethan. Really yucky? Are you any better?

Me. No, I still feel bad.

Aaron. Like bologna on a tortilla.

(Ethan and I just look at him)

Ethan. Yeah, that is pretty bad.

Not that either of them are forced to eat bologna at our house. I think that stuff is foul.

Anyway. I've written quite a bit on a multichapter fic, Up to chapter three! It's a Ron/Pansy, and an idea I've not seen explored in that particular slice of fandom. So yay for being creative and stuff. Beta still needed for that one, but it's a bit more work than a drabble. And I'm going to make blueberry peach jam in the morning if I feel better. Honestly, blueberry peach jam might make me feel better. Yep. It's a plan, for sure.
persephone33: (Choose your weapon cooking)
( Feb. 27th, 2010 08:37 pm)
Today's offering: Arroz Con Leche. Ask me if I love it.

I'll go ahead and answer. Yes, my lovely readers. Yes, I do.

It's strange, given my absolute loathing of tapioca pudding, but this stuff is amazing and easy. make it today. You'll thank me. My kids did.

All your rice pudding dreams are about to come true.

Recipe, how-to and commentary on the dgficexchange under the cut... )

Also, I just got an email from Nolan. He's in Haiti and safe and sound. Thanks for all your prayers!
persephone33: (My cupcakes bring all the boys)
( Feb. 17th, 2010 06:06 pm)
For Lent this year, I felt God was saying to delve a little deeper than I normally do, so for the next 40 days, I won't be eating bread, meat or sweets. It'll make Easter all the sweeter. :)

So obviously to celebrate that decision, and to perhaps test the limits of my self-control, I decided to make peanut butter truffles that I saw on Bakerella's site. Makes sense, right?

Chocolate Peanut Butter Truffle Recipe and Tutorial )

I won't be eating these or anything like them for 40 days. *sigh* Any of you giving something up for Lent?
persephone33: (My cupcakes bring all the boys)
( Feb. 12th, 2010 08:00 pm)
I made heart-shaped strawberry cake truffles today for a little valentine dance soiree we're attending this evening.

As ever, my boys came in from their parties at school so high I could SMELL the sugar on them, and when I said, "Hey look what mommy made today!" they gave me a pitying look, patted me, and proceeded to go outside and run off the buzz, presumably.

So I have to share with you nice people. If I'd wanted someone to oooh and ahhh over my art and sewing and cooking, I should've had a girl. Too late now, because THAT ship has sailed.

Anyhoo, on to the pictures.

The rest under a cut, because I know how some of you like your clutter-free friend pages... )

Day 8 without Aidan. Going into serious withdrawals.
persephone33: (My cupcakes bring all the boys)
( Dec. 13th, 2009 09:30 pm)
Pounds of sugar...............................10

Gallons of milk...............................1

Quarts of oil.................................3

Pounds of butter..............................8

Pounds of candy coating.......................5

Bottles of various extracts...................4

Hours on my feet in the kitchen..............32

Pounds of pecans.............................5

Times I burned myself cause my freaking potholders suck...... a billion, give or take.

Number of confections........................524

Bags of chocolate chips......................10

Number of times NOLAN loaded the dishwasher...5

Glasses of wine in my hand right now..........1

WOW. I have a new found respect for people who do that for a living. I'm WIPED. But tired happy, if that makes sense. And really not of a mind to eat anything sweet for quite awhile. Plus? I have a very grateful husband who's done all the laundry while I've been doing this for him.

Girls? (and the 2 guys on my f-list) I call this a win. :)
And that sounds like sarcasm, I realize, coming from me, but this year I really mean it. I mean heck, if I knew that all it would take is a little Lexapro, a few glasses of pinot noir and the occasional nap to get me through the holidays without being homicidal, I would have done it long ago.

I still am completely crippled by the decision making process, though.

Help me decide what to put in our client's Christmas goodie bags? CLICK for pics! )

[Poll #1497646]
persephone33: (Christmas converse)
( Dec. 8th, 2009 11:48 am)
Toasted coconut, lotsa pictures, and how we spent our afternoon, yesterday. )

Oh. I guess I forgot the toasted coconut part. Those were yummy cookies, too.
persephone33: (Christmas tinsel in a tangle)
( Nov. 27th, 2009 10:03 pm)
I've cooked and cleaned more in the last four days than I have in the last six months. I've made meals, washed dishes washed sheets and towels and generally was the hostess with the mostest.

It's been fun, but after breakfast in the morning, I'm going to put the kibosh on me in the kitchen for a while. I'd be really good at running a bed and breakfast with the exception that I don't want to. Like, ever.

I got my Christmas decorations up; the boys and my niece and nephew had a great time decorating the tree. I may have to go and move a few up; it's a little bottom heavy because all the short people were putting on the ornaments, but at least I wasn't so type A that I had to do it all myself this year. Yay for a smidge of Christmas spirit! Also, I didn't leave the house on Black Friday (Crowds? Getting up early? People shoving me? No, thank you), but Nolan got Rock Band for the kids (and us, who am I kidding?) for fifty bucks. That's our big bargain for the season.

I'm woefully behind on nanowrimo, but I really haven't had time to write. I'm nearly 4,000 words behind. Maybe I'll still make it. *crosses fingers*
I love them. Seriously. Great audience tonight.

The show is going very well... I took pictures tonight, but I swear, I have so many quick changes that there isn't enough time to take pictures of all my cool costumes in between!

I made 120 cake truffles and some sugar-free strawberry nut bread (for the diabetics in the cast) for good show gifts tonight, and as I was packing up the empty plates, Allen, the director, asked:

Allen. "Did you make all that?"

Me. (grin) Yep. I'm a whore, but I cook on the side.

Allen. That's my definition of a good wife.

(*rim shot sound effect*)

Now? I think I'm going to have a glass of wine and soak my aching joints in a bubble bath. So that's where I'll be if anyone needs me. :)

Love to all!

OH! Crud. I forgot to do my [livejournal.com profile] 2ormore post yesterday. Stink. Sorry, sorry, [livejournal.com profile] heyurs! I did enjoy the sweet card you sent me, though. It made me smile. You rock. :D
Now if THAT's not something for everyone, I don't know what is. :)

I made a Dutch Baby for breakfast this morning, and I can tell it's going to be one of those things I whip up on a moment's notice from henceforth when I want a decadent breakfast. It was fabulous. Completely fabulous. Because I love you all, I'll give you the how-to under the cut.
Recipe adapted from 'Joy the Baker'. : )

After you make one of those for yourself, you must watch this. I've never seen anything quite like it. You have to make it through their weird potato salad song, but about :50 second mark, it gets eye-opening.

And I won the[livejournal.com profile] dg_ldws 6th round this week! I'm into the semifinals. Wish me luck. :)


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