Month: February 2007

Blog Geek

Something I’ve been wanting to figure out how to do for days? Look below. I did it!
UPDATED TO ADD: This is a signature post…nothing special, really. BUT…I was excited because I figured how to have it in my posts file so I didn’t have to type it in every time.

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Every Good Cook Deserves a Shortcut…

Being a homeschooling mom of three, of course I plan out all of our meals for the week and then grocery shop according to the extensive list I’ve made after pouring through our pantry to discover what we need to purchase. NOT. (And such a long run-on sentence would lead you to ask what kind of education my kids are actually receiving, would it not?)

All joking aside…I’m not a master strategist when it comes to cooking — I’ve just never taken the time to plan meals out. However, I love to cook and am always finding shortcuts to make it go faster and to eliminate the things that I dislike about cooking.

My favorite tip (and forgive me — I’ve done this for so long I don’t remember who to attribute it to, but I know there was someone who gave this idea to me, as I’m not smart enough to come up with it on my own) is that I don’t buy whole onions or bell peppers anymore. I buy the little flash-frozen packages (pre-chopped) by Birdseye and store them in my freezer. When a recipe calls for onion or bell pepper, I simply pull out the package and eyeball the amount. No cutting involved. I mean, who really enjoys cutting onions? You can also buy the little packages of celery, onion and peppers to be used for stews, stirfries, or any other meal your little heart desires.

It works for me…what works for you? Head on over to Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer for more great WFMW tips!

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Busses and Bathrooms

Once when I was 14 years old, I traveled via Greyhound bus all the way from Texarkana to Victoria, Texas to see my best friend who had moved south the year before. As the crow flies, it might take all of about 6 hours. As the Greyhound bus drives, (and anyone who has ever had the distinct pleasure of being a passenger on a Greyhound bus will feel my pain here) it takes…oh…about 14 hours. We left at 6am and didn’t arrive at our final destination until around 8pm.

Now, I don’t know about you, but when I was fourteen, I loved to drink diet cokes. I think I packed somewhere in the neighborhood of about 20 in my bag to take on the trip. I ditched taking socks so I could have room for my beloved DC…you can see I had a fear of running out, so I made sure I packed enough for both ways.

After consuming my alloted 10 drinks in 12 hours, I was really ready to find a bathroom. That in itself is not that remarkable…I know that. But do you know that out of the 142 stops we made that day, only about 14 had public restrooms? And out of the 14 public restrooms, only about 5 had even been cleaned within the last century? And out of those 5, do you know how many times I waited in line to have the opportunity to use one? Five. How many times was the bus pulling out before I had the chance to actually go? Yep, you guessed it. Five.I would have gone on the side of the road if the bus would have stopped…but it was not to be. I had to hold my bladder until I arrived at my destination.

Every bump in the road was excruciating…my teeth literally felt like they were floating.

When my best friend and her mom picked me up I inquired how far they lived from the bus station. That was the longest thirty minutes of my life, but I was determined to make it. Have you ever witnessed a 5 year old boy who had to go to the bathroom when riding in a car? Ever notice the little hopping-head bopping thing they do? It’s not attractive on a 14 year old girl, let me assure you.

When we finally arrived, I tore out of that car like cat who’s been caged up without food too long. All I could think about was finding the bathroom. Down the hall, left turn and two doors down on the left. Check.

Never had my 14 year old self known such relief until my rear end docked itself on that toilet seat. About 10 seconds into it, I began to feel dizzy and my behind started to burn. I thought to myself, “Self, something’s not right.” It was then that I parted my legs to look down and saw the mushroom cloud coming from all around the toilet.

Their housekeeper had poured almost a whole gallon of bleach into the toilet in order to disinfect it. That, combined with the ammonia in my urine…well, you can just imagine the outcome. The biggest housewife’s bomb you’ve ever seen in your life. I’m quite sure that if you had walked into the bathroom at that moment, you might have thought that America was under nuclear attack, because you really couldn’t see much more than my arms waving wildly in surrender…looking for a way out of this gaseous h-e-double-hockesticks.

I’ll leave the rest to your imagination…to post it would be most uncouth. Suffice it to say that I was unable to sit the rest of the entire time I was visiting that week because of 2nd degree chemical burns on my patootie.
Gives new meaning to the phrase, “know what really burns my butt?”…doesn’t it?

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Well, chap my hide!

There are only a few things that really burn my butt (clorox being one…but that’s another story)…the one we will discuss for the moment is found in this news article.
Why is it that many lawmakers feel it is their prerogative to tell me how to raise my children? While I do not presume to know everything, this I do know (and it is based on the Bible, thank you very much – so if you do not believe the Word of God, you won’t believe this) – Proverbs 13:24 states that “He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes”.

I am not condoning physical abuse, nor do I think that spanking is always the answer. But there are times when “the board of education applied to the seat of knowledge” is the only answer. Ever wonder why the seat of knowledge has so much padding? This lawmaker wants to outlaw the use of sticks, rods and belts to spank a child. What does that leave? Your hand. Your hands were made to hold and love your children. It’s confusing to them when the same hand that just chastened them then wants to turn around and comfort them.

I did notice that for them moment this bill is geared towards toddlers aged 3 and under…which is a moot point, because they need proper discipline even at that age. My kids rarely require that type of discipline (AJ needs more than the other two) but just the thought that my right to discipline my own children in MY OWN HOME would be illegal?

And for the record, I try not to use my hand, nor do I use a 2 x 4. I use a paint stick…small and flat — about 1/8″ in diameter. It’s painful when happening, but like labor, once it’s over with, the pain is forgotten. I do it because I LOVE my children…I don’t enjoy it, but I don’t remember anyone ever saying you have to love everything that comes with parenting. I don’t love everything that comes with marriage either, but if I never washed and folded clothes, we wouldn’t have anything to wear!

Burns my butt….remind me to tell you the Clorox story sometime…

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WFMW: Blog Stalking…er…Redeeming the Time

Okay…so my WFMW is something I’ve already blogged about, but today I’m giving you options! Who doesn’t like an option? Anyone?

If you are a blog addict like me, chances are you spend a good portion of your day checking one blog or another, only to be disappointed when they haven’t updated. I mean, let’s face it, you spent the time to go there, the least they could do was to have written something!!!

Well…no more, I say. I have subscribed to Google Reader…it’s a blog feed service that pulls all new posts from your favorite bloggers into one easy-to-read and convenient spot. You can even comment on your favorite blogs by clicking on the entry and a new window pops up…handy, huh? You simply enter the URL and subscribe to the feed and there it is! Voila! Like Christmas, only you’re getting what you WANT this year! The only drawback is that you have to be google mail subscriber…so…if you don’t have a gmail account, then read on for your OPTION…

My bloggy friend Rachel uses Bloglines – another blog service. It’s equally user-friendly and already out of beta. Bloglines has additional features that Google reader doesn’t.

Regardless of which one you try – you have to TRY ONE!

Because I said so. It’s worth it. It’s a HUGE timesaver…Rachel shaved over 3 hrs off her time (that’s a lot of redeeming of time, there!) while I shaved off over an hour and a half.

For more great tips, head on over to Shannon’s at Rocks in My Dryer.

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