Peter and I were watching Scooby Doo in Where’s My Mummy? and saw Scooby and Shaggy padlock a “zombie” in a sarcophagus during a classic “run from the monster” scene. The tomb is later flooded, and it is discovered that these “zombies” were Velma’s friends, helping to scare tomb raiders. I kept thinking – did [...]
We all have our understandable crushes: Clive Owen, Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig – the ones that make any girl’s heart beat faster. But I have a few celebrity crushes that are, let’s say, odd. Alton Brown – How can you resist a man who custom-paints his Kitchen Aid Mixer? The way this man zooms around [...]
[...] But regardless of how we vote: by mail, by Sharpie, by punch or by lever…or even by show of hands – the important this is that we get to vote. This is what moved me to tears as I stepped back into the parking lot, dodging the other stragglers running in to cast their last-minute votes. [...]
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich with Bites from erandell498′s photostream Both my kids are picky eaters. Peter is pickiest of all – he pretty much just eats pancakes, hamburgers, and protein bars. Sometimes I worry about this, fearing it’s all my fault. I watch kids who scarf down shrimp, hummus, and broccoli and stare, mesmerized. [...]
I love chicken enchilada soup. I nearly always order it if it’s on the menu (Chili’s has such a great one that I hardly know what their entrees taste like – I never get past the soup). My favorite characteristics are the creamy thickness, the spice, bits of tomato, the big chunks of shredded chicken and the cheese, ooh the cheese.
The Chili’s copy-cat recipes on the web all call for Velveeta. I can’t bear to feed my family an entire block of “processed cheese food
Ok, so not her actual bra, but one that was deemed favorite enough to be given out in a frenzy at one of her shows. It was picked out for me when I finally went for a bra fitting today. I’ve lost enough weight (40ish pounds) that the girls were looking a bit lost in [...]
Scene: in the car, listening to my kids bicker for the fifty thousandth time. Me (in my most exasperated, threatening, “Do I Need to Pull This Car Over?” tone of voice): If you hit your brother with that stick one more time, I’m going to have to take it away! 3-year-old Peter (in the EXACT [...]