This is My Life

We have some friends in our small group that have had a kind of crummy week. They are both so sweet, they love the Lord so much, and well, are just having a crummy string of days. They've been on my mind and in my prayers a lot lately. I woke up Thursday morning and it popped into my head, "You need to cook and take them supper." I'm not the type that does this a lot. It's not that I don't care, I just...I don't know...I should do it more, but I just never think of it. :-/ Thursday morning I got a list made of what all was needed from the store and went to work. I started with Sam's. We needed milk and since it's the cheapest place in town, that's where I normally buy it. Ryan mentioned the other day that he wanted some chips of some type to take to work for lunches. Might as well get those in Sam's in those cute little bags. I justify purchasing the little bags because, as a friend once told me, "No matter the size of the bag,

I'm on the downhill swing of my first cold with no meds. Baby L caught a cold last week and not only gave it to his father and grandmother, but also to his favorite person in the whole wide world. Me. (Maybe not his opinion, but until he can speak for himself, I'll call it like I want to.) Since I'm still breastfeeding I haven't taken anything other than a couple Tylenol here and there. So...I haven't felt the greatest the past week...to say the least. By the way? When he's 16 and wants to go to Mardi Gras and I say no, he SO better not give me any crap about it. "Do you know the sacrifices I made for you?!?!?!?!!" Yesterday I trudged through another day of eating what I already have and blowing my nose in between. Why are you always SO much hungrier when you have a cold? I'm sure there's a scientific reason, but dang...I could eat a horse. Possibly raw. Frozen waffles for breakfast (found them while searching for some veggies), Ritz cra

Hopefully this post will catch me up on the days of my challenge. Yesterday I was very good...only in the terms of the challenge though. As most of you know, I accomplished diddly squat...unless you count a photo shoot that would make any runway model jealous. Yesterday's breakfast was a toaster strudel (yes, I know...totally unhealthy, but oh that icing...can't resist), lunch was another stinkin' ham sandwich, and supper was chicken kabobs. I started realizing that part of my challenge was not only using the foods I already have in my "at-home grocery store" but to also try new recipes. So I started digging and found a neat little recipe for chicken kabobs and decided to try that. Chicken Shish Kabobs 2 pounds skinless, boneless, chicken breast halves (I just used two to eliminate leftovers) 1/2 lemon juice (I didn't have enough so I used white cooking wine...Adria taught me this) 1/3 cooking oil or olive oil 3 or 4 cloves of garlic, minced (again, I just us

When Ryan and I sit down for supper at night we usually have the boring conversation of, "What did you do today?" My side usually consists of laundry, picking up the house, errands, couponing (although not lately), wiping rear, waiting for the mailman (by the way, I noticed today he has a HUGE scorpion tattoo on his right shin and a lizard one on his left calf...just thought I'd share)...the usual. Today, though, I thought I'd go for something a little different. After preparing our chicken kabobs for marinating (and playing the "let's pretend we're on a cooking show" game with Baby L), I decided we needed to play "photo shoot". Enjoy...I sure did. And this year we have the new Karate Kid...wearing his mother's maiden name initials! Mommy, please...turn the light out. I'm tired and want to go to sleep now. "I know, I know, I look like my father, but I have my mother's eyes." (Don't worry, these glasses don

Okay, another "Sam's" confession. I buy my pancake mix from Sam's. Yes, it's a huge bag, and no, I don't make that many pancakes. I actually got started buying it there by my mom. When I was in school she would get up and make me huge breakfasts each morning. I'm not talking about cereal with cheese toast. Oh no. The only time I got cereal was on the weekends or if I was having it with something else like eggs, bacon, and a grapefruit. Seriously. I'm SO not kidding.My mother is also known for her amazing pancakes. She puts just a tiny bit extra cooking oil in the pan and that makes the edges crispy. And then you drown them in butter and syrup and they just slide right down (with a few cubes of cheese on the side...Ryan thinks this is super weird, but I LOVE it). When I first got married I was actually a little depressed because I wasn't going to get her pancakes all the time anymore. Fortunately, I only live 3.3 miles from her house and I now h

My cousin gave us her two Britax matching car seats for Baby L (one for mommy's car, one for daddy's truck) a few months ago. Since he's three months old and already a whopping 16 pounds, I figured it might be wise to pull them down from the attic and get them cleaned up. Simplicity has a pattern for making a new cover for car seats like these so I thought I'd make him a cute new cover for his seat. I've been eyeing this pattern for months now. For some reason, it's always sold out when patterns are on sale, and since I refuse to pay full price for a pattern I continue to wait. This morning I got an email from Joann's about their new sale starting today. Awesome. Simplicity patterns were $1.99 this week only. My plan was to be there when they opened, run in and grab the pattern (and possibly some fabric for the actual cover), and run back home...because, you know, I feel like a train has run over my head and inserted a bunch of snot in doing so. I finish f

Saturday was a day. Ryan helped a coworker move and was tied up with that pretty much all day. My day consisted of a trip to Kohl's to search for pants that don't require cinching (all you ladies with "the booty" holla!) for when I go back to work. Although I'm close to being at my pre-pregnancy weight, I've still got a ways to go since I was technically dieting when I got pregnant. (although my theory about the newlywed-fat-and-happy-pounds still holds: Nothing is more romantic than Oreos dipped in milk while sitting in your pajamas at 10:30 at night. Nothing. Certainly not the extra 15 pounds you gain while doing so.) The quest turned out to be successful and so Baby L and I returned home for a day of coughing (him) and blowing of noses (me). Ahhh....the joys of summer colds. I was able to finish off the English muffins (last one, woot!) for breakfast. When I got home, I had another ham sandwich (I'm eating so many sandwiches that pretty soon my poop