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BBQ Novice

30 May

I was born in the north, New York to be exact.  Please don’t hold that against me.  I know for some it is the unpardonable sin, but just because I wasn’t weened on sweet tea doesn’t mean I don’t like barbeque.

There’s something about southern food, and it’s more than just artery clogging.  They use sugar.  REAL sugar.  And butter and cream and they have Steak & Shake!

Ok, so maybe it is artery clogging, but we all have to go somehow.  May as well be with a big bowl of banana pudding.

This weekend my husband was telling my mother about some of the churches he’s preached in recently.  When he said a name and location, I piped in “They made the best green fluffy marshmallow fruit stuff.”  or “Their banana pudding was to die for.  I can almost taste it.”

I promise I don’t go to church just to eat, but if they’re going to feed me, I can’t be rude.  Now can I?

Of course not, but just so you know, I did not take seconds on the banana pudding.   I wanted to very much, but I showed restraint.

Last week I was dreaming of white sandy beaches and barbeque.  I couldn’t get the luscious dark red sauce out of my mind, so I determined to make pulled pork sandwiches this weekend.  I remember seeing like thirty thousand barbeque recipes on Pinterest, but when I went looking, I hadn’t pinned a one.  Huh?  I always Pin when I’m hungry.  They have the most tantalizing photos of food.  I can drool all night and not gain an ounce.  It’s kind of like the patch for smokers, only it’s for food addicts.

So I did what any fearless culinary novice would do, I improvised.  I saw no less than a hundred recipes that used three ingredients – soda, BBQ sauce, and salt/pepper.  Lot’s of people used diet soda in their BBQ, but I decided to throw caution to the wind and use the real stuff.  I don’t think anyone with sweet tea running through their veins would use Diet Pepsi.  Correct me if I’m wrong.

Barbeque Pulled Pork SandwichIn the lineup is Sweet Baby Ray’s BBQ Sauce, Dr. Pepper, and Seasoned Salt.  Next time I make it, I’ll add some other spices, red pepper flakes for sure.  It could have used more kick, but it was very tasty.

Finding a pork roast was no small task.  I went to two grocery stores and that’s all there is in a thirty mile radius.  Finally I found a roast at the local butcher shop and I just bought two, because who doesn’t want to eat barbeque two meals a day for a week.

I sprinkled the roasts with seasoned salt, put the roast in the crockpot, added Dr. Pepper with abandon, and squeezed about half the large bottle of barbeque sauce all over the meat.  Then I let it cook all day.

After it was cooked, I drained off some fat from the top, and pulled apart the pork.  I returned the pulled pork to the crockpot and let it absorb all the juice.  In its pulled form, it stayed in the crockpot for another hour.  Then I loaded it on whole wheat rolls, because I’m healthy like that, and gave it another good squeeze of sauce.

The only thing missing was the banana pudding, but I’m on a diet you know.

A Daughter & A Dress

29 May

My kids are still on a very long Memorial Day weekend break.  They had a few extra snow days they didn’t use, so this holiday is turning into a mini summer vacation.  It feels like July, so it’s fitting the kids are off and begging to play in water, any water will do.  To them a mud filled puddle of road drain-off is just as good as the town’s chlorinated pool that will not be open for at least another month.

With temperatures in the mid-to-high 80′s, we’re throwing sweaters into trash bags (because my great mission organization hasn’t found my closets yet) and digging out summer clothes.  Eighty-six degrees feels like sauna when you experience frozen rain in the same calendar month.

That’s why when my mom, myself, and my kids stopped in a store this weekend, I grabbed a few pairs of $7.88 shorts and headed into the fitting room.  My mistake is I brought my daughter, the loose lips of honesty, into the fitting room with me.

I’ve recently lost fifteen pounds and I’m at peace with my fat.  Sure I could subject myself to boot camp style exercise and Jillian Michaels, but I don’t have a death wish just yet.  I’m perfectly content to take long evening walks with my family, rather than being screamed at by my DVD (I started to type VCR) player.  I respect Jillian’s prowess in the world of fat-burning, but if I wanted to be on the biggest loser, I would not have spent the last six  weeks eating ten bunches of bananas, four pounds of almonds, and three dozen fried, but not in butter eggs.

I don’t have cholesterol problems in case you’re wondering.  I once had a doctor tell me I had the cholesterol of a teenager.  I still ask God why I couldn’t just have the metabolism of a teenager, but He is eerily silent.

The first pair of not-so-short shorts fit perfectly, were $7.88, and a neutral color.  I was all set to make them my summer uniform when my daughter scrunched up her face and shook her head.

“What? Don’t you think these will work?”

“Well…”  She said and I knew any ounce of pride over those lost fifteen pounds was about to get flushed down the toilet.

“It’s just that when people get to your age, they shouldn’t be wearing that.  And, your legs don’t look so good.”

Remind me why I carried a nine and a half pound child around in my stomach and then labored to birth this mammoth baby of truth.

Needless to say I didn’t buy any shorts or shirts or any other summery articles of clothing.  I’ll either work with what I’ve got or sell my daughter on eBay and buy the shorts.  Maybe they’ll be on clearance by then.

Anyway, because I lost fifteen pounds and because I still need to join a leg fat recovery group, I’m giving away a dress.  You’ve seen this dress before, but I promise I’ve never worn it other than in these photos.  I went to throw it on this weekend, but it’s too big on me, so I thought one of you might be able to use it.

Here is a photo of me in the dress back when it was way too cold to even think about wearing it.

Cruise Dress Fresh Produce

Why I love this dress:

1. It’s cotton.

2. It’s easy, just throw it over it over head, no fussing involved.

3. It’s washable – always a plus when you live in my house.

4. The little ruffle on the bottom flounces up and down when you walk down a flight of stairs. So cute! I’d buy it just for the ruffle.

This is an Augustine Sunshine Dress from Fresh Produce.  You can follow the link and see all the details.  This dress is a size Large and runs true to size.

If you’d like to be entered in a drawing to receive this dress, please let me know in your comment that you WANT the dress.

There are NO RULES to this giveaway, but I would appreciate it if you could hit the “LIKE” button on The Domestic Fringe’s Facebook page.  You’ll find the little box in the right sidebar and I would also appreciate your sharing this post somehow.  I don’t know how many of my readers would fit into or want this dress and I’d like to get it to someone who will enjoy it.

Thanks so much!

If you’re ever feeling a little too good about yourself, just let me know.  I’ll send my daughter right over. ;-)

10 Things I’ve Learned about Dieting

16 May

I’m on a diet.  That should be explanation enough for any weird moods and hallucinations of cheeseburgers. I find myself googling every yummy food known to man in order to get a calorie count, only to realize I cannot eat it, because diets only let you eat the caloric equivalent of a piece of unbuttered toast and water.

Source: google.com via Tricia on Pinterest

I’m beginning to think liposuction doesn’t sound so bad after all.   So what if they have to gash a whole in your body, insert a vacuum hose, and suck until they hit bone, it’s gotta be an outpatient procedure nowadays.  Doesn’t it?  The only drawback is I have every bit of confidence that I could replace all that fat within a year.  That, and then there’s the money, and the cutting.  Ya, I should never underestimate someone taking a scalpel to my skin.

So I’m back to being on a diet.  This time it’s for real.  It’s not just a reconnaissance mission to take back my thighs.  I’m taking back my whole chubby self, double chin and all.  I hope there’s an exchange policy on flab.

Source: google.co.uk via Tricia on Pinterest

I’m down twelve pounds.  Doesn’t seem like much, but I did fit comfortably back into a pair of jeans I haven’t worn in quite some time.  The bummer is I’ve decided I hate the jeans.  Go figure!  It’s just my luck.  I’m stuck wearing jeans that are a size too big or jeans I hate.  Now I’m going to have to lose another size so I can justify buying a new pair.  That’s all there is too it.

Here are some things I’ve learned since being on a diet.

1.  Calories count, so count your calories.  (I just made that up this second, but doesn’t it sound like a slogan from a diet plan?)

Source: tumblr.com via Tricia on Pinterest

2.  You can sit by and watch your family eat goodies and say NO.  You will live to have another Oreo cookie.

3.  Exercise can be as simple as taking a walk with your family, but don’t overestimate the amount of calories you burned on your walk.  It was probably like ten.

Source: media.photobucket.com via Tricia on Pinterest

4.  Food is not your enemy, appetite is your enemy.  What you need and want you want are drastically different.

5.  Eat foods that are full of good things like fiber and protein.

6.  If you’re hungry, drink some water and wait a while.  If you’re still hungry, eat something, but make sure the calories are counted in your overall total for the day.

7.  Eat for the right reasons.  In my family, we tend to overeat just because something tastes good.  “It tastes so good” is not enough reason to eat more.

8.  Fad diets are not for me.  I won’t stick to them for more than three days.  I have to eat regular (to me) foods or else I won’t achieve long-term success.  Translate:  Find a meal plan that works into your budget, lifestyle, and taste.

Source: someecards.com via Tricia on Pinterest

9.  No one may notice your accomplishments, but keep going.  Brainwash your child into telling you, at least once a day, you look thinner.

10.  Make baby step goals.  If I tell myself that I need to lose twenty pounds, I’ll quit before I even start.  So I tell myself five pounds and then another five.  I’m three pounds away from my next goal.

Believe me, I’m no dieting expert.  I’m one of those women who actually enjoys eating, and it’s downright shocking how much food I can consume when I don’t stop myself.  I do not have a fast metabolism and dare I admit this, being a bit overweight doesn’t even bother me that much when I look in the mirror.  I don’t care enough to lose the weight.  What makes me diet from time to time is that I feel bad when I’m overweight.  Carrying around an extra ten, fifteen, or twenty pounds makes a huge difference.  It’s a difference I can feel when I’m sitting down and bending over.  It’s uncomfortable and I hate being uncomfortable in my own skin.

I don’t think weight management is necessarily about a number.  It’s about getting to a place where you feel good.  I suspect when you feel good, you’ll look good too.

Source: someecards.com via Tricia on Pinterest

So how about you share your accomplishments, or maybe what you’ve learned about dieting?

If you’re one of those girls who can eat a cow without even getting a gas bubble, don’t tell me please.  Jealousy isn’t good for my soul. ;-)

It’s All in my Head

21 Apr

Yesterday you gave me enough stars to light up the world and I thank you for every single one of them.  I’m feeling so great about the stars that I might delete the star option, because I think I’m attached to the stars in an unhealthy way.  You know?

Of course you don’t know, because you are normal.

I am not.

For the past 4 days I diagnosed myself with psychosomatic flu symptoms.  I woke up during the night Monday/Tuesday shivering and hurting everywhere, including the bottom of my feet, so I went downstairs, took three Advil, and returned to bed.  I thought about taking my temperature, but I didn’t feel like I could stand long enough to find the thermometer.  My thermometer always hides.  It’s easier to run to the drugstore and buy another than it is to find the one already in my house.

For the past four days I’ve oscillated between shivering and sweating and I’ve suffered terrible body/head aches.  I told my husband I was projecting sickness onto myself because I wanted to be back on vacation with my family.

Truth.  100%.

Then I picked up the phone and called my aunt because I used the grater attachment she gave me for my Kitchen Aid mixer, Fiona.  She said she had a virus all week and hoped we didn’t get it.

And all along I thought I was crazy.

“I got it.  I got it!”  I yelled.

Same symptoms.

What can I say?  Sometimes I get the diagnosis wrong.  I have been guilty of doctoring without a license.  Thankfully I’m not crazy after all.  Not this week anyway.  I have a virus, the same one my aunt and her neighbor have.  I will live to misdiagnose myself again.  Praise God.

So I’m spending the weekend chained to my washing machine.  After two trips to the laundromat, FringeMan figured out how to fix the dryer.  He’s so handy like that.  I love a man who can fix my dryer.

I’m really sick, not just crazy sick, and my dryer is working.  Life is pretty good.

I have an exciting weekend of folding laundry ahead of me.  How about you?

Any big plans??

And tell the truth, have you ever thought you were imagining yourself sick or am I the only one?

Fashion: What to Wear at Any Age – 10 Principles

9 Mar

Preface:  (You know it’s going to be a long post if I have a preface!)  After reading an article banning flip-flops on anyone over the age of thirty, I was inspired to think very carefully about what I believe women should wear.  I’m happy to report I think flip-flops can be worn well into old age.  These are my other musings.  Twenty years from now, I may change my opinions, but for today, this is what I believe about fashion at any age.

Aging Gracefully – What does that mean?  Why do some women seem to do it instictually while others struggle, often looking like gray haired little girls playing dress-up in their mother’s closet?

I’m not sure I have any pat answers for you.  I cannot give three rules, that if followed, will ensure fashion success from this day forward and even forever more; however, I think we can explore some principles that may guide us as we attempt to present the best version of who we are to the world.

Some say it doesn’t matter what we look like.  It’s the person inside who matters.  While I agree, we can never be truly beautiful if our inner self is ugly and mean, most people will be judging us based on our outside.  While God looks at our inside, our heart, everyone else sees the outside.  Is that superficial and unfair?  Yes.  Most definitely, but that’s also life.  We need to have a kind, attractive cover so others will take the time to read the words written on the pages of our hearts.

I asked Facebook followers if there were any trends, styles, items of clothing, jewelry, etc. that women should avoid wearing as they age.  I got quite a few responses.  What I find fascinating is that fashion is very personal and subjective.  While some won’t wear shorts, others will wear short-shorts.  Some think it’s important to look classic, while other want to look trendy.  Who is right and who is wrong? Are skinny jeans really a tool of the devil?  How do we navigate the sale racks and walk away looking appropriate for our age?  

Today I will sacrifice my pride on the altar of “greater good”.  Although I am in no way qualified, I will attempt to give you my opinions and possibly insights on how to age gracefully, at least in the way we dress.

A boy I babysat when I was a teenager was going through some boxes in his parent’s garage and came across my high school graduation photo.  He posted it on my facebook wall.  I think it was an attempt to get even with me for putting him a time-out chair when he was four.  All I can say is We Are Even!

The first photo is me at seventeen.

God love me.  I am certainly glad someone was looking at my heart.  I honestly never realized I looked like THIS.  I wish someone had told me to wash off some of that hideous makeup.  And the hair!  Mercy me.  I believe I am solely responsible for the hole in the ozone layer and global warming.

The second photo is me exactly 20 years later.  I know.  I told you I am sacrificing my pride for you.  I not only showed you my graduation photo, but I also admitted my real age. I’m just thankful my makeup lightened and my hair shrunk.

The only thing I miss from the girl with the graduation hat is her weight; otherwise, I think a few years of fashion mishaps have helped me.  It must be true that gray hairs are a sign of wisdom, at least when it comes to choosing a shade of blush.  Then again, I’ve seen grannies with their pept-bismol rouge, so who knows?

I’ve compiled the following list of suggestions that I hope will help us as we navigate the challenges of dressing our ever-changing bodies.

1.  Wear what fits.  The extremes are stretch pants stretched so thin that you can see through them and t-shirts so big they look like a sumo-wrestler is hiding inside.  Both extremes are bad.  Don’t hide behind your clothes.  Wearing baggy clothing rarely ever makes a person look thinner, so don’t feel like you’re doing your physique a favor by dressing it in a potato sack.  On the same token, tight clothes will make you look like you’ve just gained 20 pounds and are in total denial.

I always bring two or three sizes of one article of clothing into the dressing room, and I always try things on.  Just because it looks great on a the hanger doesn’t mean it will look great on you, so try it on.  If you are in doubt about a size, ask someone.  The young girls who work in most stores will generally by happy to give you an opinion and get you a different size.  If you’re shopping for the tough items like jeans or swimsuits, maybe it’s time to call your lifeline and bring your best friend.

Just remember, if it doesn’t fit you, don’t waste your money on it.

2.  Be modest.  No one wants to see your boobs, or worse.   Seriously, do you want everyone’s eyes to go directly to the girls?  Showcasing all your goods often makes a woman look desperate, or day I say, trashy.   Look in the mirror.  Be mindful of what others see when they look at you.  Don’t make someone else uncomfortable in your presence because you’re dressed immodestly.  Besides, sometimes one of those wayward girls gets loose and pops out.  Believe me, if that happens, you’ll wish your blouse hadn’t been so low cut.

For shorts and skirts, my rule of thumb is that they should not be wider than they are long. Take a minute and let that sink in.  It’s good advice.

3.  Know your personal style.  Don’t wear something just because someone else says you should.  Know what you like to wear, what feels comfortable for you, and what clothes you feel good in.  Personally I think a nice little jacket hides a multitude of tortilla chips sins, but if you hate jackets, find another alternative, like a cute cardigan or a flowy blouse.

On the flip side, don’t be afraid to try on pieces outside of your comfort zone.  Who knows, they just might work and become your go-to item.

4.  Wear the appropriate outfit for the appropriate function.  This is a biggy.  You wouldn’t wear a silk dress and stilettos to the swimming pool, would you?  Of course not.  It’s inappropriate.  Think about where you are going and try to dress accordingly.  If you’re singing a solo in church, you might not want to wear the clothes you went clubbing in.  Just saying.  I’ve seen similar mishaps and it’s not pretty.  When in doubt, ask the hostess or another guest what they will be wearing.

pajamas in walmart

photo courtesy of Pinterest via someecards.com

5.  Have fun with fashion.  One of the most fashionable women I know is in her 70′s.  She wears up-to-date clothes and even trendy styles.  Dare I say I’ve seen her shop in the juniors section.  What sets her apart is that she is always appropriate for the occasion, she’s never immodest, her clothes fit her body, and she has fun with what she wears.

Even if you’re not the daring type, you can add a splash of fun with jewelry, scarves, handbags, or shoes.  Enjoy your clothes.  Embrace your style and don’t be afraid to have fun.

6.  Don’t let others dictate how you feel about yourself.  Some women have strict rules about what and what not wear.  There are many that would burn all clothes with the word “skinny” in them.  Others prefer women in dresses.  Some think you should stick to neutral colors as you age.  No makeup.  Too much makeup.  To wear eyeliner or not to wear eyeliner, for some that is the question.

You need to be happy with what you wear.  As long as you have a clear conscious before God and you like what you have on, don’t let others steal your joy.  It feels wonderful to be complimented on an outfit.  The words “you look nice” can boost our self-image, but our worth is not based on what we wear.  It’s so much more valuable than that. Guard your heart. You are worth a whole lot to the creator of the universe, so don’t let a sideways glance or a role of the eyes make you feel bad.

7.  Get out of your rut.  I don’t think there’s anything that ages a women more than being stuck in a style that was in fashion twenty years ago.  Do you know what I’m talking about?  At the age of 50, some women are still wearing Farah Faucet’s feathered hair.  What about the forty year-olds with a mullet?  Sometimes we should let go.  Just because it looked great when we were in our prime, doesn’t mean it will look great for the rest of our lives.  Change is good.  It keeps you young.  Never be afraid of change.  Embrace it and allow yourself to evolve into better-than-ever version of the wonderful woman you are constantly becoming.  Personally, I am glad I set aside my can of Rave hairspray.  Thank you very much!

8.  Ask your daughter.  In response to my Facebook question, my mother said that she stops wearing, “All the things you tell me to stop wearing!!!!”

There’s no one more honest than your offspring.  My daughter has exclaimed over my jiggly mid-section in front of fitting rooms full of women.  She hides no emotion, spares no remarks.  She is brutally honest, almost to a fault.

photo courtesy of Pinterest via facebook

One Christmas vacation when I came home from college, the plane landed and I walled the long corridor to my waiting family.  Back in those days, you could roam the airports even without a ticket.  In fact when I was little, my parents would bring me for entertainment, just to watch the airplanes take off.  On this particular day my mother wore her new, very colorful (as in many colors on the same pair) of glasses.  She also wore a sweater vest, similar to the coat Joseph’s father must have given him.  I took one look at her and said, “Never go shopping without me.  Ok?”

Judging by my graduation photo, my taste was no better.  The point is, I spoke my mind freely.  There’s nothing like asking your daughter for fashion advice.  They will probably be only too eager to help.

9.  Enjoy life.  Clothes are a means to an end.  They allow you to go out in public and enjoy life.  Where would we be without them?  I don’t dare guess!  Sometimes the best thing we can do is to forget about what we’re wearing and enjoy ourselves.  There will always be those who are better dressed and worst dressed, fagettaboutit.  You’ll never get today back.  Don’t stress about whether your jeans are dark or light wash.  Are they clean?  That’s what matters most!  Heck, even a little dirt never hurt anyone.

10.  Attend to your inner diva.  Just like we must take care of skin, so our makeup will look nice, we must attend our soul, so our outer flesh will look nice.  We can be fashionistas on the outside, but if our inside is filled with pain, anger, bitterness, unforgiveness, and stress, we’re not going to be very pretty. You are not what you wear.  You are so much more than a cute outfit.  Fill yourself up with things that are good, pure, right, and true.

Make your inside healthy by being right with God.  Don’t ignore the part of you that longs for something greater than this world has to offer.  Draw nigh to God and He will draw nigh to you.

I think we should care not only about how we look on the outside, but also about who we are on the inside.  What is inside always bubbles to the surface and we want it to be pretty.

In my opinion, and that’s all this is, I don’t think you have to swear off skinny jeans just because you’re not in your twenties; however, I think we should all pay attention to how we clothe our bodies.  It’s important that we live and dress with care, that we age gracefully.  After all, our daughters are watching and learning.  We want them to know how to live well and look respectable.

I hope when photographs are taken of me twenty-years from now, I’ll look better than I do today.  I hope I’m wearing my wrinkles and age spots with pride and dressing my body in what looks and feels good.  I hope I don’t keep the same hairdo or heaven forbid, the same clothes.  More importantly I want my heart to be in the best shape it’s ever been, physically, but also spiritually.  I want my inner love and peace to outshine any outfit I put on in the morning.

I don’t know all the ins and outs of fashion and I don’t always dress in the best of clothes, but I do care about what’s on the outside, because it’s a direct reflection of what is on the inside.  I want to age gracefully, embracing this life God has given me.


My Birthday Saga, Part I

13 Feb

My birthday weekend began with chocolate covered strawberries and ended with chicken parmesan.  Thanks to FringeMan, it was pretty much perfect.

In the quest to accept another number and a few more gray hairs while keeping my sanity dignity intact, I hosted a Pampered Chef party on Friday night.  There’s nothing like kitchen-ware to make a woman feel young.

So not true, but it was fun to host a little party and watch as another woman cooked white chicken chili in my house.  For a moment, I knew how it would feel to have my own personal chef – Pure Unadulterated Bliss.  I could handle not having to scrounge through the cabinets at five-thirty wondering what in the world I’m going to create for dinner.

After everyone went home and  FringeMan and I finished consuming the leftover strawberries, I sat down to remove my sock and slipper.  Yes, I did wear slippers to my party, but in my bad-fashion defense, my foot tried to put me in one of those motorized scooters before my thirty-seventh birthday.  It swelled up like a plump tomato ready to burst through its skin on a sunny day in August.  It was hot and it hurt.  Did I mention the pain I ignored until ten o’clock at night?

A lump seemed to be forming on the bone about a half-inch under my toe, but it was hard to tell.  The swelling camouflaged any specific cause.  After elevating my foot with a bag of frozen vegetables on top, FringeMan thought I should go get it get it checked out.  You see, we had plans to go away on a little overnight the next day.  For my BIRTHDAY!

So I went.

Holding my foot in his hand, the doctor ran through a list of diseases that ranged from allergic reactions to a cyst that may need to be drained.  I stopped him briefly at flesh-eating disease.  You don’t utter words that may cause my skin to drip off my bones twenty-four hours before my birthday.  I think there’s an oath about that.

In the end, the doctor said, “I don’t know what it is, but your foot seems pretty pissed off.”

A pissed off foot – my official diagnosis.  So I went home armed with ice-packs, Advil, and a prescription for antibiotics in case my flesh began melting, or eating, or any other devilish pre-birthday verb.

I know you’re wondering what my foot looks like now…the swelling is gone, but I’m left with a hard knot on the top of my foot and it still hurts.  I’ll have to call and make a doctor’s appointment, but for a few more minutes, I’m going to hope that it disappears as quickly as it came to dash my hope of buying cute shoes for my birthday.

Remember these?

Seychellis Asterisk Tan/Red

I didn’t buy them.  Yet.  I’m waiting on my foot before I send $67.99 sailing through the internet.

On Saturday, I did manage to find something fabulous though, but alas, I’ve used too many words.  You’ll have to wait for My Birthday Saga, Part II.

Thank you for all the warm birthday wishes.  I am blessed.

Just so you know I didn’t jump off a bridge…

25 Jan

Ok, last post was pretty depressing.  Sorry about that.  I’m taking full liberty with my calendar and blaming it on January, but I have birthday party for my son this weekend and there’s no time to be sad and moody.

This may be the most random post in the history of the fringe, but work with me people.  The last post had me giving up on life.  This has to be an improvement.

*  I’ve discovered the cure for stomach problems that have plagued me for years.  I have what they term IBS.  I won’t get into it, because it would be like discussions around a holiday table with my family.

Just know that heartburn and other issues plague me, no matter what I eat; however, I started a diet on January 2.  Don’t get excited, because I’ve only lost 4 pounds.  You can tell I cheat a lot.

image via Pinterest

My point is that on the days I’m on my diet, I eat about 6 times throughout the course of the day, but I only consume about 1400-1500 calories.  That means I eat really low-calorie, but filling things in small portions.  It totally cures my stomach ills.  The moment I over-eat or just eat 3 normal size portions, I’m sick.  It’s incredible.

Who knew I would have to become a bird after I turned thirty.  No one told me!

image via Pinterest

* I really am trying to stick to my diet, but it’s hard.  You know?  I’m more like a turkey than I am a parakeet.  FringeMan wishes I was more of a love bird, but that’s another story.

* I’m thinking all “love” posts for February.  Now don’t get panicky and jump ship (no offense Mr. Italian Captain), because I’m not going mushy for a whole month.  There’s lots to love in this world, and I’m trying to tap my elusive creative side.

* I’ve decided that I want a really cute new pair of shoes and a new bag for my birthday.  My birthday is in February, but I’ll probably shop in April or so.  That’s what happens when your birthday is after Christmas and both your children’s birthdays.  It’s all good with me though.  I think it prolongs the aging process.  I gain a few months, because a birthday isn’t a birthday until you’ve bought yourself a present.

Someone needs to write that down and claim it.

*  I don’t know where to shop for cute shoes and a bag.  I’m looking for stylin’, groovin’, chic, classy, comfortable, cute, trendy shoes.  I’m thinking Anthropologie on a Payless budget.

Help a girl out.  Suggest a few places please.

I know Payless has some cute shoes.  I’ve seen them on bloggers, but my Payless pretty much specializes in sneakers and lame-oh shoes.  Sorry Payless.  I know you purchase especially for the clientele you sell to, but there are a few of us who don’t where our pajamas grocery shopping.

Maybe that was mean, but I’ve taken to counting how many people I see in pj’s in Wal-Mart.  Is that snobby of me?

I simply have a difficult time understanding why people want to be seen in public looking like that.  I hide from mirrors in my own home when I look like that.

* I bought a box of ‘Cuties’ at the grocery store today.  Everyone’s been raving about them.  So far they live up to their name, but I haven’t eaten one yet.  I’ll let you know.

Now it’s your turn – What’s the random in your life?

And, don’t tell me if you wear pajamas to the grocery store.

Ok, you can tell me, but I’m adding another check mark to my list and you’ll end up in my total number of pj wearers.  Just a warning. ;-)

Thank you all for your kind comments yesterday.  I appreciate each of you.

Brownie Pops for January’s Germs

20 Jan

Since February is the month of love, January must be the month of germs.  Viruses are tearing through our home faster than I can call in sick for my kids.  When the nurse from my daughter’s school called this morning to say she had thrown-up and needed to go home, I almost cried.

The only place I’ve been in weeks is the doctor’s office and the post office.  Tonight was going to be a date night.  A church in a nearby town was hosting ‘Parent’s Night Out’, and FringeMan and I had a gift card to a local burger joint.

Going out tonight is the carrot I dangled in front of my nose all week long.

I guess I don’t really like carrots anyway.

I do like cake pops though.

Last week when we were going to the cancer center to visit my uncle, I made a batch of brownie cake pops for my aunt.  My uncle cannot eat, but I though she would enjoy a treat.

Here’s how I made them…

Ingredients:

1 box brownie mix

1 tub chocolate frosting

1-2 bags melting candy chips

Cake pop sticks

Instructions:

Prepare brownies according to box.  Bake and let cool.  Crumble up the entire pan of brownies in a large bowl.  Really dig in and use your fingers and pulverize the brownies.  Add 3/4 can of frosting and mix thoroughly.  Shape into balls and refrigerate for about 30 minutes.  Melt candy pieces in the microwave.  Dip stick into candy and then into the center of the brownie ball (be sure not to make the brownie balls too large because they are heavy and will fall off the stick).  Coat entire brownie ball in melted candy and let dry.

Pop these guys into the fridge for a day or two and then enjoy.  They taste better after they’ve sat for a day or two.

I thought they’d be good for Valentine’s Day with a red candy coating and maybe a little candy heart sprinkle on them.

Hope you all enjoy a great weekend!

 

 

Hoping on a Monday

16 Jan

I’m saying Good Morning to Monday with Lisa Leonard and praying that this week will be better than the last.  I wish I had photos to share, but if I did, they would be of tissues and blankets.   Despite the flu shot my doctor insisted I get because of my asthma, I spent a week cuddled up with a fever and cough, also known as the flu.

So while I’m saying Good Morning to Monday, I’m saying good-bye to the flu and hoping it doesn’t return anytime soon.  I’m also willing myself to feel better, even though I kinda do not.  Just don’t tell anyone I do not feel better.  It’s our secret.

I also shared with my son.  That’s a mom fail.  Sorry FringeBoy.

On this Monday, I am also praying for my Uncle Wayne, aka Wayne The Pain.  If you think of him at all, please pray for physical strength to make it through treatments, mental strength to keep fighting, and encouragement for his spirit.  I know he and everyone in my family will be very grateful for every prayer said.

via Pinterest

If I hadn’t gotten sick this week, we were going to visit him in the Hope Lodge.  I made around 4-500 cookies and we have collected bags of donations for the Hope Lodge.  My uncle cannot eat anything.  He has throat cancer, and no, he never did smoke.  He asked me to bake cookies though, for everyone else.  He thought it would help cheer them up.  So I baked, and my aunt traveled up from Georgia, and then I got the flu.  My timing really sucks.  And I reserve the word “sucks” for only the worst of times.

So, good morning to Monday, a new week with new possibilities and a fresh hope.

Romans 5:1-5  Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ: By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.

When it says that the love of God is “shed abroad” in our hearts, that means poured out.  Don’t lose hope on this new Monday in the beginning of this new year.  God wants to pour his love all over your heart.

Good morning Monday.

A New Year, A New Clean, A New Kinda Crazy

6 Jan

My aunt is coming next week and I’m super-excited.  It’s actually been a couple of years since I’ve seen her and this is the first time she’ll be to my house since my daughter was three.  That’s a long time ago baby.

It’s not that she hates my house…well, maybe she does, but that’s not the point.  Since she has a nice big house with lots of extra rooms and a pantry filled with snacks, we usually go to her house.  Plus, she lives in the sunny, warm place called Georgia.  Also known as the strip mall capital of the world.

But this time, she’s coming to my house.  One word for you people – CLEANING.

Aparently I don’t do it enough.  I tend to read blogs and write posts in my spare time, when in fact, I should be cleaning.  I just discovered I have a dust bunny farm in my bedroom.  It’s like I’m raising them for sale at the farmer’s market.

I’ve had three days of sweeping, mopping, swiping, chucking, scrubbing, spraying, and organizing.  I’m ready to embrace my lazy side once again.  Life shouldn’t be lived with a dust rag hanging off your belt.  I smell like lavender all purpose cleaner and although it’s a pretty purple color, it’s not exactly par-fume.

Did I mention I’ve been dieting these past five days?  I have.  I would say I could eat a horse, but I only have plastic horses in the house and they don’t have enough calories to fulfill my cravings.

You know what I realized yesterday?

Every single time I walk into a gas station or convience store, thousands of seductive calories claw at my arms and legs.  They captivate my eyes and make me drool on my gloves a little.  It’s true.  When did gas stations  go from filling your car to filling your internal desires to eat everything under the sun as long as it’s drizzled with a little chocolate?

That’s what I want to know.

In between my hundred calorie cream of wheat and my glass of flavorless water, I organized my son’s Legos.  It’s a projected he’s wanted to do for a long time, but we put if off.  Mainly because organizers costs twenty-bucks a pop and he needed a few; however, he got some Christmas money.  Although I think it may push the nerdy line a little, he spent his Christmas money on organizers.  Four to be exact.

If I didn’t help him, it would take him the next six months to seperate bricks.  I don’t have six months.  I need a clean house by Monday!

I used a day and half (believe me it took that long) of my life sorting Legos.  Not how I imagined my new year would begin, but I can now seperate a Lego from a cheap imposter on feel alone.  It’s like the skills bankers have for detecting bogus money, only in my house it’s Legos.  If you bring counterfit building bricks to my house, you could face up to five years in jail.

And if my kid ever dumps all those little bins onto the floor, someone may have to restrain me.  A day and half of my life people!

Then I made playdo with FringeKid.  Yes, I think it’s infinitely easier to go and buy a little container of cool smelling colored dough, but after a day on the floor with red, green, blue, yellow, gray, and black bricks, I wasn’t changing out of my pajamas.

Despite recent fashion trends, I don’t go shopping in my pajamas.

Just thought I just share.

I made a dinosaur embryo with my playdo.  Don’t judge my creativity people.  I lost half my brain to 1/2 inch toy bricks.

Wish me luck on my home overhaul.  If you don’t hear from me by Monday, send Mr. Clean.

Thanks.

P.S. Please excuse the wretched photography.  I would like to blame one of the kids, but it was me.

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