tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35858912870973635072024-03-19T03:51:24.880-07:00178 and WineSome thoughts on where I live, how I live and what I do with my time.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.comBlogger289125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-44435527849737405012012-01-28T08:53:00.001-08:002012-01-30T13:26:36.598-08:00Happiness in the simple things.On my living room wall is a picture of Mr. A and I standing in front of a limo moments before the dinner of our high school graduation. <div><br /></div><div>I have that picture hanging there <i>not </i>because it reminds me of how smoking (I kid...) I was when I was 19 or how thin I was or how absolutely <b>HUGE </b>my hair was. The reason I have that picture hanging there is because it reminds me of how simple life was for us then. No mortgage. No responsibilities. Just pure, simple joy and excitement of the moments we were about to witness. <div><br /></div><div>Back then (oh, we were young), Mr. A and I would talk on the phone in the wee hours of the morning dreaming about what our lives would be when we were older. There was never talk of mansions and fancy cars. I don't even remember wishing to travel to exotic places. I do remember however, the one wish we had for our lives together - yes, we knew we would be together - a simple house with the white picket fence and a little dog. That's it. I think we just assumed we'd be happy. I think we just assumed there would be children. It was such a modest dream.</div><div><br /></div><div>I forget that dream often, now that I'm older. I get caught up in the 'what I wants' and never does that feed your soul or make you happy. It's always the little things; the late night phone calls and dreams of togetherness, the giggles of the kids, the wag of the dogs tail. They are so easy to overlook.</div></div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-15854492973293028422012-01-25T08:03:00.000-08:002012-01-25T08:19:14.430-08:00With each New Year...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKqLvPs5qlCMqou029HgqSLte2eImPraTKf6VMnQYKHx6AUSU52abaph1IuI0BvQZnWXmCVr-bXRGzDY_zIS4B8ioHTfOgAt3x63-xPKABsoCAA679v04wd_BbTtiO_CJOxKJnAxtHr0R/s1600/100_3087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKqLvPs5qlCMqou029HgqSLte2eImPraTKf6VMnQYKHx6AUSU52abaph1IuI0BvQZnWXmCVr-bXRGzDY_zIS4B8ioHTfOgAt3x63-xPKABsoCAA679v04wd_BbTtiO_CJOxKJnAxtHr0R/s400/100_3087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701603660527761122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pigsty or organized? It's such a fine line... </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0NR-YEBkkis8grMw_W5r6S4Aj9sLdPFtl7BOhXEFw625ykxdeJPWWIpGZFWvU4lwRkvYxFwy9oMD6mgG4moc9h_uay3y1cJpgVBVHqRA_sywTA8GUf_pluHHlom0wFgPekwp7BhgVAny/s1600/100_3088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0NR-YEBkkis8grMw_W5r6S4Aj9sLdPFtl7BOhXEFw625ykxdeJPWWIpGZFWvU4lwRkvYxFwy9oMD6mgG4moc9h_uay3y1cJpgVBVHqRA_sywTA8GUf_pluHHlom0wFgPekwp7BhgVAny/s400/100_3088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701603502958768338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The drawer after - Evidence picture No.1</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPF_8fblZ7KH-STLZ-U5dyypAcK1KWEreym-P0BJVsWmFHeU6azbUf4XJcjQIcRfdDbWyTGtSDa19lkGCWGTHM2QqW0nxruv8yj-1aNlIKH1mV3_pR07tE6JLa7mTQEj7ws0rlkU03PO9/s1600/100_3089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPF_8fblZ7KH-STLZ-U5dyypAcK1KWEreym-P0BJVsWmFHeU6azbUf4XJcjQIcRfdDbWyTGtSDa19lkGCWGTHM2QqW0nxruv8yj-1aNlIKH1mV3_pR07tE6JLa7mTQEj7ws0rlkU03PO9/s400/100_3089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701603406044027506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The drawer after - Evidence picture No. 2</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I make promises to myself that I really can't keep. I promise to eat better (yah, when potato chips are my downfall and they are <i>everywhere</i>), exercise more, spend less, and on and on and on. Well, we'd hate to break the streak, wouldn't we (perhaps that's my thing)? This year I've decided that I'm going to: 1. be more organized and 2. try new things. In the process, I'm also going to focus on being happier!<div><br /></div><div>Today, let's focus on the whole "becoming more organized thing". It's not that I'm a slob (<i>Mom, no inputs here alright?</i>) but I'm not winning any awards either. And I'm not trying too - let's make that clear shall we? No, what I'd prefer is to have a place where everything goes. Like, you know when you're trying to find a pencil and you can't find one to save your life? Or where do the scissors end up? That magazine you've been dying to read but "you've put it away so you could find it". Yah, I'd like to end all of those things. I've started. My house is a WRECK! It's like the storm before the calm....</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-31297320219927484362012-01-18T12:07:00.000-08:002012-01-18T12:37:08.983-08:00The 12 days come and gone....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ7HVTp3AWtcxYNMA6J2NREk3OVT5WabcVgznGOmoegX44_e86VB3qu3NWZ-yHTKVHpweMrYh9H0K0F5zLY8RlP_WZ1CuidNNzBj3Cb2v41TfJNQgfjHAwjzF7kTZBkp_1QMEbnMo55Pg/s1600/100_2989.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ7HVTp3AWtcxYNMA6J2NREk3OVT5WabcVgznGOmoegX44_e86VB3qu3NWZ-yHTKVHpweMrYh9H0K0F5zLY8RlP_WZ1CuidNNzBj3Cb2v41TfJNQgfjHAwjzF7kTZBkp_1QMEbnMo55Pg/s400/100_2989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699066552561863618" /></a><br />I not only was ditched - I ditched you. I'm sorry there wasn't more written on the martini/cocktails this year. It was all a little crazy and I'm afraid it got a little nasty in the end. And not in the fun, hanging on the porcelain, dancing in the street, 'whooping it up' kind of way. Nah, it was more of the 'where's the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kleenex</span>?', 'what's this stuff I keep coughing up' kind of way. So I've been out of it and I'm just starting to see the light. <div><br /></div><div>Now don't go getting all worried. I'm fine. It was a mere cold and not even one big enough to warrant a hospital visit. It's just been lingering and driving me batty and keeping me sober (which really is a bother). But I'm almost back to normal. So much so that I've started having thoughts... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ack</span>, I hate when I start having thoughts. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sooo</span>, well, irritating. </div><div><br /></div><div>The last four or five months have been a bit of a whirlwind; holiday seasons... and as I no longer have to start planning for Thanksgiving or planning for Christmas, I've got a <i>LOT</i> of free time on my hands. Time, like a cold, like thoughts, is irritating. I've also been blessed to be doing a little 'freelance' work on the side. Which is great. <i>Really</i>. And I think that's led to the whole thing. Because I'm starting to like working. There's a bunch of plus' to working outside the home. Negatives too, but let's not dwell there. I'm not sure where this is all headed. I'm keeping my eyes and ears open. I may even break down and start looking at my parachute color (if you get this then you are<b><i> totally</i></b> a peep). I'm not getting any younger - a bunch of other dialogue to go along with that one...</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-39163307915794014412011-12-15T16:53:00.000-08:002011-12-15T17:02:16.083-08:00I feel ditched.You know how Mr. A and I started this great tradition last year (yah, I know one year doesn't make a tradition but then, maybe it does...) of having a martini a day, for the 12 days leading up to Christmas? And you know how we were totally trying to figure out what to do this year? I did some research and I had settled on some really great 'Old fashioned' type cocktails. <i>I WAS EXCITED.</i> I made a list and everything. Really people, this is something I feel passionate about and I was researching it and <i>EVERYTHING</i>. This is the list:<div><br /></div><div>1. Hot Buttered Rum</div><div>2. Brandy Alexander</div><div>3. Old fashioned (makes sense considering the list)</div><div>4. Bloody Mary</div><div>5. Tom Collins</div><div>6. Whiskey Sour</div><div>7. Rusty Nail</div><div>8. Singapore Sling</div><div>9. Gimlet</div><div>10. Rob Roy</div><div>11. Gin Fizz</div><div>12. Kir Royale (cause that's just classy)</div><div><br /></div><div>Honorable mentions go to: The Mai Tai, A Manhattan and the always classic, Martini - shaken, not stirred.</div><div><br /></div><div>Great list right?! I mean, that's impressive. But here's the thing, I haven't had one, NOT ONE, drink off this list. It's the 14th, I'm a good two days into this thing and NOTHING. You know how hard it's going to be for me to catch up? And if I skip tonight as well? (I have no spiced rum and I <i>have </i>to go in order...) I'm not all together sure if I can do it. I might have to combine a few days... or maybe just do it all in one? Decisions, decisions...</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-38894809641549040942011-12-12T07:01:00.001-08:002011-12-12T07:03:55.194-08:0012 days of ChristmasGet your thinking caps on! The Twelve Days of Christmas are fast approaching (like, tomorrow people) and I've yet to come up with a theme. I'm feeling the stress. What should we focus on this year? Something fruity? Something fun? Traditional? <div><br /></div><div>Comments (nice ones please 'tis the season and all) are welcome and appreciated! </div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-25655338489516115202011-12-05T08:56:00.000-08:002011-12-06T01:15:34.363-08:00Finally, the stairs...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicN3OKzUIdS9poX-gyLNAbNjH7jwUx6WQ4vuTR5QSGLJutI7uPaksihjUIRqODJgqC5NgtoAOEqT9ZlqhJ-OAuhkHuJrq4CRgS4viESs8r_OCJ1X6DeVxfwPLuJCIysfuqtauuApT2Eygv/s1600/100_2986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicN3OKzUIdS9poX-gyLNAbNjH7jwUx6WQ4vuTR5QSGLJutI7uPaksihjUIRqODJgqC5NgtoAOEqT9ZlqhJ-OAuhkHuJrq4CRgS4viESs8r_OCJ1X6DeVxfwPLuJCIysfuqtauuApT2Eygv/s400/100_2986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682939241003794930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dear Martha, Thank you for your fun and creative ideas. Where would I be without you?</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkg7A2Pm3Ngh1jhrDdgINrFmgh7pXJAR7Sn9yRy2h0XJoAkv4bbdbS090ucqvc_mG2C_duMaDVxhaCC9SkM32lsLpsFuiuIW5D-cWzwAw-dlEPsYGCVJAKb7qeLCPHdC7OvS3iTRVYncu/s1600/100_2988.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkg7A2Pm3Ngh1jhrDdgINrFmgh7pXJAR7Sn9yRy2h0XJoAkv4bbdbS090ucqvc_mG2C_duMaDVxhaCC9SkM32lsLpsFuiuIW5D-cWzwAw-dlEPsYGCVJAKb7qeLCPHdC7OvS3iTRVYncu/s400/100_2988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682939154178429890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What the wood looks like when it's sanded and stained. The 'stuff' in the corner is filler. I wouldn't do this normally but my initial reaction when I took off the carpet was to paint the stair. After a bit of labour I saw the wood, grew interested and decided to keep it bare. The house is divided as to whether we should keep it this way or cover it up using some other method.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh43ZNT_3jtZ-kcL-sFpPiVa2O22H-IAJx0cPhZBBwoW8JrOZRpiZ2fyiiDrgOGVAN5MbLDCmBlM9M1ltXMwo8GSB2Nk84orvKM0TLSWPAI-DXeNaS7QmzMaBZehV1JL2yYBpYmcRm3Ub/s1600/100_2949.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh43ZNT_3jtZ-kcL-sFpPiVa2O22H-IAJx0cPhZBBwoW8JrOZRpiZ2fyiiDrgOGVAN5MbLDCmBlM9M1ltXMwo8GSB2Nk84orvKM0TLSWPAI-DXeNaS7QmzMaBZehV1JL2yYBpYmcRm3Ub/s400/100_2949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682690529507802898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And here they are in all their glory. <a href="http://178andwine.blogspot.com/2011/03/stairs-ongoing-saga.html">Before</a> they were carpeted in a REALLY ugly pink/beige carpet... shagalishous. This carpet is still hanging out in 2 bedrooms and the master on-suite. Oh, yah, it's awesome.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUZ8g7U0C_hyrYIH2ZWHLteGNUs7cMEA6vx1XKKidbOixl-gvAbrbiu8a9RFuHzHVRwy09IPfNqm_hyphenhyphenlzy1H2VYNo3JzMsHcchE8_lLHRAV7em5aHrP43u1AkQfq8ldnIDe2QdRcKpZpW/s1600/100_2987.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUZ8g7U0C_hyrYIH2ZWHLteGNUs7cMEA6vx1XKKidbOixl-gvAbrbiu8a9RFuHzHVRwy09IPfNqm_hyphenhyphenlzy1H2VYNo3JzMsHcchE8_lLHRAV7em5aHrP43u1AkQfq8ldnIDe2QdRcKpZpW/s400/100_2987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682689829017874066" /></a>Take a deep breathe. They aren't done, again, a trend... I'm all about consistency. I have a bit of filling to do on the sides and the poly needs to be applied but I have to say, I LOVE them. They are rustic and imperfect. In fact, it looks as though someone with virtually NO home improvement experience tried to create something out of nothing <span><span></span></span>and possibly failed miserably. And it's hard work. Don't suddenly rip up the carpet of your house and think this is easy. It will take you LONG hours, tons of sandpaper and a scrape or two (by scrape I mean huge chunks of skin missing from your hand). It was sooo much freakin' fun though. I'd love for them to be over and done with but putting poly on stairs takes an awful long time - there's the whole drying thing and the whole getting motivated thing... <div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMiUEmiKrfJ0jxdWyLM_SlVz_hGwP38L6j9uycoDkyPHAliZeNb5Z_oatyksZnooBYJRwyIhHj1NPR0XM89pCLUZU3YF5UqE0d0ikjYeC7sre4hAX0CA_8ZS864_qliDEJELADYhKO7PV/s1600/100_2986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><br /></div></div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-25614714244314974352011-12-03T05:23:00.000-08:002011-12-03T05:34:53.978-08:00And Christmas fast approaches....<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IrNcD34KFhM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>The stairs still don't have the poly on them. But how can I even think of that when Little Drummer Boy is playing. Enjoy. This boy is 16 years old (or so the article said) and extremely talented. Little 8 pound baby Jesus would be smiling in his manger.</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-13034387435666797442011-10-18T09:20:00.000-07:002011-10-18T09:20:48.467-07:00A work in progress.<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0Wi8Fv0AJA4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>I'm working on the stairs.... and the upstairs flooring... and the molding... Pictures will follow soon!</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-60339973788440461202011-10-08T10:45:00.000-07:002011-10-08T10:45:08.109-07:00Grab a pillow and cover your eyes.<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2UbtcmjfKa8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>The things that go 'bump' in the night have nothing on these guys. ;) I was thinking of this as the daunting task of fall cleaning is at hand. It's a might bit overwhelming. I also think it's time for a bit more shrubbery in the garden.</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-83723793486467878752011-09-23T18:01:00.000-07:002011-09-23T18:02:50.506-07:00The Hockey Sweater (Le Chandail De Hockey) HD<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZkJzV3x9Rd0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>It's that time of year again. The above is based on a famous Canadian book. It was one of the first books my son received when he was born. I suspect most Canadian children own this book. It explains our culture on sooo many levels. Enjoy - and giggle...</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-82538850731061016532011-09-17T16:56:00.000-07:002011-09-17T18:53:23.605-07:00Other things.Spent some time on Pinterest again. Here's what I'm coveting right now - tomorrow is a new day.<div><br /></div><div>1. This poster is <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/207156347/">fabulous;</a> as is this <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/77570244/family-saying-inspirational-wood-sign?ref=pr_shop">one.</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>2. A recipe for <a href="http://www.cooklikeachampionblog.com/2010/11/frozen-butterbeer-for-the-deathly-hallows-premiere.html">Butterbeer</a>. It is NOT for children. I wonder if this is what J.K. Rowling was thinking... and if it is it makes me LOVE England soooo much more. Note: This blog has a recipe for Cream Biscuits and Sausage Gravy on September 12th. They look quite appealing.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. I've collected wine corks for quite awhile now and as you might imagine, I have quite a few. Last year I put a bunch of them in the garden for a natural mulch. It seems to have worked. Of course, that was a year ago and I was wondering as to what I should do with the 'new' corks. I think I should do make one of <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/206877462/">these</a>! A little hot glue, some cardboard?</div><div><br /></div><div>4. I thought about sending<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/204505743/"> this</a> to one of the boys in the mail. They love getting mail - it makes me feel special too... how about you? </div><div><br /></div><div>5. I'm waiting for one of my readers to have a <a href="http://designer.inktastic.com/Customize/Regular-Bibs.791?layout=&line1=These+dumb+asses+put+my+cape+on+backwards&color1=000000&size1=125&font1=Kids&front_of=854689">baby again</a>. I giggled. I know you will too!</div><div><br /></div><div>6. I tried to do <a href="http://www.magiccabin.com/product.asp?pcode=3578">this</a>. The first year it worked wonderfully. I used beans and peas and they twirled and climbed and covered the sticks. The kids loved it.... well, the neighbor kid loved it. This year everything died. The sticks are starting to fall down and all in all, it just looks like a mess. Maybe next year...</div><div><br /></div><div>7. I want to walk into anyone of these <a href="http://www.mydesignchic.com/2011/06/home-away-from-home.html">little houses</a> and have a glass of wine with Mr. A. The one with the candles and the little table is my favorite. </div><div><br /></div><div>8. <a href="http://thecuttingedgeofordinary.blogspot.com/2010/09/potato-chip-cookies.html">Potato Chip Cookies</a>. I'm DOOMED!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-41399913527147028142011-09-12T12:33:00.000-07:002011-09-12T13:05:08.819-07:00Some Things I Found Today.Never one to shy away from hours of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span> surfing, I've happened upon a few sites that I am now particularly fond of. <div><br /></div><div>The first is an up and coming designer, <a href="http://www.catalinarozo.com/">Catalina <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rozo</span></a>. Check out the Market Grown bags. How great would it be to have one of those for the market here in Worthington? Alas, the bags are only sold by the farmers in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Alachua</span> County, FL. Maybe one of my creative friends will think of a way to whip one of these up right here. I tag <i>you</i>!</div><div><br /></div><div>I originally found the bags on <a href="http://www.thedieline.com/">the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dieline</span></a>. The first blog entry that I read was for a label created for<i> 337 - </i>wine... You just have to be on board for anything that has to do with wine. The blog is more about package design but I judge a book by it's cover and that's probably why I enjoyed this so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>Taking another step back and it brings us to <a href="http://www.house8810.com/Browse.aspx">House8810</a>. I'm all in a dizzy over their retro 70's look; especially, but not limited to, these awesome <a href="http://www.house8810.com/Product.aspx?StockNumber=1051.07220">Days of the Week Towels</a>. How cute! It's a great place to look if you need a little something, something, for a new house that you may be considering... ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>AND THEN, I came across <i><a href="http://pinterest.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pinterest</span></a></i>. It's a website dedicated to keeping whatever you're interested in. And the bonus: you can check out what everyone else has found. There are some wonderful, wonderful ideas. It's just amazing. And when you click on a picture it will take you somewhere else. LOVE IT. I could spend days (and probably will) just going through everyones posts. </div><div><br /></div><div>You thought your day was going to be empty. You're welcome. I'm off to go find some of that 337 and stare at pictures. Something tells me I'm going to have to sell something in order to afford the wine and the stuff in the pictures....</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-43777280133726979482011-08-18T18:28:00.000-07:002011-09-07T14:08:15.323-07:00Jacques Pepin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsUqU6mIJr_BpwktWftOCgUFdzHft_YpGKHc_ExU3h3qpS6rjh3GezMutxLNubpmINEjWXBAARaRTbTq33KvPSOp2tu7tVhgLDl4D5GaU9T6wUilYmE6B3cJsUgi30FUn9axcs5-5B6ji/s1600/228991_2027071040691_1361498361_32130446_6095786_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsUqU6mIJr_BpwktWftOCgUFdzHft_YpGKHc_ExU3h3qpS6rjh3GezMutxLNubpmINEjWXBAARaRTbTq33KvPSOp2tu7tVhgLDl4D5GaU9T6wUilYmE6B3cJsUgi30FUn9axcs5-5B6ji/s400/228991_2027071040691_1361498361_32130446_6095786_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649726023375690274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgF28rIMessJus72e8ndlcVI9HqXDhaS7y7eU-GEP6aKRICXDy_W-UYtghD74_4tDPHMc2lfshalAx0BaL6isrHEXn3RcVTA9QTEr4ipiQvvFb-Khm9InbrcBkLKT0hqckTEgaWphV-x5m/s1600/Andy+and+Tracy+1-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgF28rIMessJus72e8ndlcVI9HqXDhaS7y7eU-GEP6aKRICXDy_W-UYtghD74_4tDPHMc2lfshalAx0BaL6isrHEXn3RcVTA9QTEr4ipiQvvFb-Khm9InbrcBkLKT0hqckTEgaWphV-x5m/s400/Andy+and+Tracy+1-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642375061223786290" /></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Apprentice-My-Life-Kitchen/dp/0618444114">Jacques Pepin</a> and his friends are pure genius. In <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=eLfK1JgOye4C&pg=PA170&lpg=PA170&dq=jacques+pepin+the+grandest+picnic&source=bl&ots=cRmab5j_c0&sig=2FyObNDaO8wiOglqcburtJYgPlM&hl=en&ei=Kb1NTqOGAsSKsQL_s9TTBg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CBwQ6AEwAQ#v=onepage&q&f=false">1965 </a>they decided to hold 'The grandest picnic of all time". Lucky for me, some chefs in the Columbus area decided to recreate that picnic and sold the idea at a silent auction. How wonderful that a friend of mine invited Mr.A. and I to attend?! <div><br /></div><div>So last night we rode a little bus out to a local farm with a dozen others and had one of the best meals I've ever had. As you walked off the bus there on a white linen table cloth, was a galvanized bucket filled with ice and bottles of wine. Lovely. And less than 20 minutes later an appetizer of walleye and coleslaw (not your average, everyday green cabbage variety) miraculously appeared in your hand. REALLY! </div><div><br /></div><div>After that we were asked to walk down a path to the farmers field... Yes, this sounds a little "Children of the Corn"ish but there, amidst tall stalks of sunflowers and a wonderfully orange setting sun was another long table also covered in a white linen table cloth. On top stood elegant wine goblets, rustic breads and cheeses that would make your mouth water. Every bottle of wine was different. All 7 courses were different. The dessert of local ice cream and crushed cookies was AMAZING. It took all of 3 hours to arrive, eat and leave. I was almost convinced I was in Provence. Almost... I'm pretty sure we're going to try to recreate this for our 15th anniversary. That's only 3 years away.... any chance you're free?<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-55871091485038410472011-08-16T11:27:00.000-07:002011-08-16T11:35:01.880-07:00Where did the time go?<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HzypOnklG60?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div>
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<br /></div><div>It seems to me that I've spent the whole summer sitting around like this little gopher. My words are more like, "S., S!, S!, Hey, E., E!, E.! Why is no one listening to me?" But all in all I get how that little guy is feeling.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And now that I have no voice left and I'm just starting to get into a groove with the kids, school is starting. Not just yet. Next week. Soon enough. I should have more time to accomplish all those tasks that I've been putting off and maybe even post something here every now and again. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I haven't started on the stairs yet let alone the bathrooms and the hallways... I have started applying around for employment. Nothing yet. Try to think positive thoughts for me and if you know someone, who knows someone, have them give me a ring!</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-84023012694107130992011-05-28T17:45:00.000-07:002011-06-22T10:28:50.875-07:00Almost time.The days of summer are fast approaching. While I always love having the kids home full-time (I truly appreciate it sometime in July or near the end of August...) I have to admit I'm going to miss my one-on-one time with Mr.E. Next year he's off to school full time and I have to decide how I'm going to fill those days. Yes, there's always laundry, dishes and looking after the dog but I'm pretty sure that will only take up a day. <div><br /></div><div>Frankly, heading back to the workforce scares the crud out of me. I haven't been part of it all for 8 years. That's a long time people. And not only that, I'm in a new country where a TON of people are looking for work and probably slightly more qualified than I, for any job. Granted, I would do awesome in a negotiations setting or with the bomb squad but how many positions for that could there be? Another thing, my CANADIAN degree is in Geo-Anthropology. That's up there with Psych majors and Philosophy - no offense to either of those... Crud.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, here I sit, wondering about something that's not going to happen for months. Maybe longer if I don't settle for a career in the food services industry (ie. McDonald's - not that there's anything wrong with that either - Dear McDonald's people, please hire me). And I have to make up a resume. Man, this could take years....</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-75909855383271207132011-05-22T10:15:00.000-07:002011-05-22T10:32:14.260-07:00Is it Summer where you are?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_cfHhiV-AO5107IY5dpD0GCJvDntQ5zEG_snzyL3uGAuajIJToAHO6JFxBZQRC5UP0SzOJWtgwCwW9DDCHK0txH74EaFnxUa3dbdEO-bNvt-Tskr_IbBugPXu-NYyiABDn8ErUCFtNZk/s1600/100_2628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_cfHhiV-AO5107IY5dpD0GCJvDntQ5zEG_snzyL3uGAuajIJToAHO6JFxBZQRC5UP0SzOJWtgwCwW9DDCHK0txH74EaFnxUa3dbdEO-bNvt-Tskr_IbBugPXu-NYyiABDn8ErUCFtNZk/s400/100_2628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609592662746598674" /></a>I was lucky enough to be able to wear my sunglasses. It's about 80 degrees, the sun is shining and there's a breeze just cool enough to keep things wonderful. The kids are playing out in the field behind the house. They've finished their slushes (pineapple juice, limeade and lemonade blended with crushed ice) and they're happy as can be. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-zZ4FGAvYl9uW4WqMMQSFPwPGqzBS_GHvz3BIoDvyVkySqqJnn8nEuO93H3FseXIB7_9QSTVyxU433gANxBJ_q80_uWMJWeYs1kL3Q_xpzlXfxQr9xNtPbgygW2V4KeeiPQjDRZrzQZJ/s1600/100_2625.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-zZ4FGAvYl9uW4WqMMQSFPwPGqzBS_GHvz3BIoDvyVkySqqJnn8nEuO93H3FseXIB7_9QSTVyxU433gANxBJ_q80_uWMJWeYs1kL3Q_xpzlXfxQr9xNtPbgygW2V4KeeiPQjDRZrzQZJ/s400/100_2625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609592531940510066" /></a>The pitcher of Sangria is chilling in the fridge. I've already had a glass (or two) with some of the crushed lemonade and some blueberries- just to keep things interesting.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYd7iUbq7wO40AENKAoUMpH6IvWVzsQPGmKbPTeW2F3Yg39s_Qmd-lHaw_Q2GRbspQTojQvSzf9YNe_EImiwQqCGJwb2dlQEqsxSHe_vcTZ_CD0cU5srPUURH6VmO3EMFGOEWwbcx4hHB/s1600/100_2629.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYd7iUbq7wO40AENKAoUMpH6IvWVzsQPGmKbPTeW2F3Yg39s_Qmd-lHaw_Q2GRbspQTojQvSzf9YNe_EImiwQqCGJwb2dlQEqsxSHe_vcTZ_CD0cU5srPUURH6VmO3EMFGOEWwbcx4hHB/s400/100_2629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609592392504372242" /></a>A light lunch; cheesy dip with fresh herbs from the garden, perfectly ripe cherries, yummy whole wheat crackers from Trader Joe's and an exquisite italian salami. Perfect for enjoying the Oasis on this beautiful day. I'm sure summer must be here. Hoping it's there for you too.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-8450414474549154292011-05-17T14:33:00.000-07:002011-05-17T14:33:20.992-07:00Ultimate Dog Tease<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nGeKSiCQkPw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>This is a HUGE hit in our house. </div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-37238706596325792582011-05-16T08:13:00.000-07:002011-05-16T08:23:47.283-07:00Dammmmittt.<ul><li>Thank you to my friend Stacy for getting me addicted to saying that. It's great except when I'm at the school carnival and I forget and I say it out loud instead of in my head. Nothing like teaching a bunch of 1st graders a new word. </li><li>I made the mistake of stepping on the scale today. Dammmiittt! I knew I was gaining weight. My stomach was bigger than my jeans and my shirts weren't fitting properly. Apparently my diet of frou frou coffee and McDonald's chocolate milkshakes was working against me! Who knew? Anyway, I've decided it's time to get serious. I'm just going to accept the new weight and live with it. Yah, you heard me right. I'm officially 30 pounds heavier than I was before I had kids. But that was 10 years ago and I ain't no spring chicken. I like food. I eat (fairly) right. I exercise. So screw it. If I want to eat M&M's then I'm going to eat M&M's and I'm not going to feel guilt about it. </li><li>I just had a birthday. I think not only getting older, I'm also getting wiser. I'm getting more relaxed and dammmiiittt I'm happier!</li><li>I made a big bunch of granola today. I also happened upon puffed Kamut. I added it to the granola. It tastes freakin' fantastic. See? I totally eat healthy. </li><li>The garden is in full swing. The Iris's are blooming, the peas are a couple of inches long and so are the squash. I had my first drink on The Oasis with my friend Ser. We got a little red as well. It was fabulous. </li><li>We're making our summer plans. I'd like it to include a lot of beer, sitting around with my friends and swimming at the pool. So far, so good. What about you? </li></ul>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-28479865938487660152011-04-20T06:44:00.000-07:002011-04-20T07:04:58.615-07:00Favourite Places<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zaHujFQ-mOn6Zi6GGnArGCGXYi16p1YYPsEHWs54a-64w7v-5s7jb3dWO_HqFGbQhruzpRxsyANzfz6hMzNtQIQAuCx96eD3cqeL8Eu9JO8_-jNMme6hqZJ_QARYaZI4op3FREeTblw0/s1600/100_2583.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zaHujFQ-mOn6Zi6GGnArGCGXYi16p1YYPsEHWs54a-64w7v-5s7jb3dWO_HqFGbQhruzpRxsyANzfz6hMzNtQIQAuCx96eD3cqeL8Eu9JO8_-jNMme6hqZJ_QARYaZI4op3FREeTblw0/s400/100_2583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597663678256546882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The living room corner where you'll find me every night from 8-11 pm. The pictures aren't straight (they never are) and the kids jump on the couch (when I'm not looking) and I have more magazines than any one person needs. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0OA9ZRV_GAnyXjaofu44n7G7EhrT-m4HgZTFYSWwUfXx4dJIlkkHiKolFblXAOiLergrrwApuxIro2Y7T3yiplf45-Z_e3emQYB68NYUQmeJfzKl07EfRZpLbuYwhBKpa0wS-5djpFk0/s1600/100_2587.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0OA9ZRV_GAnyXjaofu44n7G7EhrT-m4HgZTFYSWwUfXx4dJIlkkHiKolFblXAOiLergrrwApuxIro2Y7T3yiplf45-Z_e3emQYB68NYUQmeJfzKl07EfRZpLbuYwhBKpa0wS-5djpFk0/s400/100_2587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597663547984737282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">These are the pictures I bought a couple of weeks ago. I purchased the frames from Target and Mr. A hung them up... It was a miracle. The mirror on the wall was one I was given by my uncle. A neighbour of his was going to throw it out! It was a very burnished gold but I had some handy dandy silver paint and a little kids paint brush. Now it's practically perfect for the space (meaning: it was free!).</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cWZb064eaaCK844A4_c0DqkrmcKhxPOo7-Zn51K-rq3ttPvE5x0CJSsJUjlj8zZjWMPIOlDKrcJjFstHvDJwDsHdgpALsAmwdijgstYf0L63H3JmsApjwvqQJieD9qPVLBeJqkjIMdKj/s1600/100_2585.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cWZb064eaaCK844A4_c0DqkrmcKhxPOo7-Zn51K-rq3ttPvE5x0CJSsJUjlj8zZjWMPIOlDKrcJjFstHvDJwDsHdgpALsAmwdijgstYf0L63H3JmsApjwvqQJieD9qPVLBeJqkjIMdKj/s400/100_2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597663396026986354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The King Size bed! Yahoo. The bedroom is almost done. I'd like to rip up the rug and as you can tell I need a bedskirt. No one likes to look at a box spring... Remember I sleep here and I don't have a degree in photography (I have a little Kodak) so the pictures not perfect and neither is the room. I actually use the Jergens every night(and morning - keep moisturized!) and I always have to have a water glass (or two) beside my bed. I don't iron my sheets 'cause the kids jump on them too. I don't like things matchy-matchy either - just simple. I'm like that...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2l9WgjslICIhhnfoaAuz1TFhpLCU9c1hy8Zfhw20JedKCCrwu6ruwyzu2S8WyKZWhlMEFwfWh47o6A2FPxf_1bUV5sZefTVcpfIfEDPZapbqHWgB_6QbveD3RlyGsQkZM8dV5J2gJkPN/s1600/100_2590.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2l9WgjslICIhhnfoaAuz1TFhpLCU9c1hy8Zfhw20JedKCCrwu6ruwyzu2S8WyKZWhlMEFwfWh47o6A2FPxf_1bUV5sZefTVcpfIfEDPZapbqHWgB_6QbveD3RlyGsQkZM8dV5J2gJkPN/s400/100_2590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597663145124804338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is my husbands night stand (notice the water glass). The basket holds the phone, change from his pocket and a pen. The brown bin underneath holds all his other junk (magazines, magazines, and the other odd articles he might have). The photo above is a copy of our wedding invitation a friend had framed for us when we got married. It's yellowed and looks a bit 'off' but we can't pitch it - you know why...</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-81474482628625938212011-04-18T08:19:00.000-07:002011-04-18T13:49:38.157-07:00Groceries.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngvvk3NBk7RhEZfLp5TK9toqlLfJlp9GnXnzBZ7vh_hgyEaX83GVvH3TmMerGHfCE3SDbTBaKKOm-bQoyPQ-UgS1MofuBUgnLpcz7urRpiTLRWOQMalrmCbYMTWNhsMAlmIo7dQKL01oH/s1600/100_2578.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngvvk3NBk7RhEZfLp5TK9toqlLfJlp9GnXnzBZ7vh_hgyEaX83GVvH3TmMerGHfCE3SDbTBaKKOm-bQoyPQ-UgS1MofuBUgnLpcz7urRpiTLRWOQMalrmCbYMTWNhsMAlmIo7dQKL01oH/s400/100_2578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596943824981003362" /></a>I'm going to be busy making muffins, breakfast burritos, cookies, granola and a whole lot more. I didn't buy cereal again today. It really does make for a bit more work for me. In fact, I'm not entirely sure why I think not buying cereal makes a big difference. I've obviously got it on the brain and I'm not letting go. <div><br /></div><div>I stuck to my list today - so far so good. Hopefully I've got enough there to keep everyone full and not whining about the lack of granola bars and snacks; by "everyone", I mean me... The total food expenditure for today was $104.34. Without a doubt fresh food is far more expensive than frozen and snack food - and the kids tend to eat more of it. I swear my boys will have the two bags of apples and all those bananas gone by Friday! Drives me nuts. </div><div><br /></div><div>As a side note: I'm looking for a good Masala Curry Sauce recipe. Anyone out there have one? </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Edit:</b> I have since made these <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/04/whole-wheat-apple-muffins/">muffins</a> from Smitten Kitchen. I haven't tasted them but they look exactly like the picture - so YUM! Also from Smitten Kitchen, these lovely looking <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2007/12/peanut-butter-cookies/">peanut butter cookies</a> of which I've already eaten 3. I'm not a big fan (3 and I don't really like them. what if I did?) they're a little dry and bland. I think I'm more partial to the sugar/butter laden ones that stick to the top of your mouth. Lastly, I also whipped up a batch of <a href="http://www.kingarthurflour.com/recipes/chocolate-breakfast-muffins-recipe">these</a> chocolate breakfast muffins. TO DIE FOR! And not just for breakfast - especially if you add a little oat bran, flax seeds and walnuts - then they taste just like brownies! For an extra special treat, don't sprinkle with sugar at the end... instead... wait for it... use a sprinkling of coarse sea salt on the top of each. Oh, yes, yes, I did....</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-45288840293814601442011-04-17T16:18:00.000-07:002011-04-17T16:34:16.929-07:00Before I forget.I thought I would post what I plan on making for dinner this week - you know, before I forget... Dinner planning is one of my hardest jobs - <i>really</i>. Making a meal that four different people will like isn't as easy as it sounds. Some days I just stand and stare at my fridge hoping and praying that a meal will just jump out at me. Usually it doesn't and I end up getting all frazzled and falling to pieces. This is my life. It's not pretty. <div><br /></div><div>If I'm lucky (like this week) I make a list of meals I can create from the stuff in my kitchen - sometimes I need help from the grocery store but hopefully, it's very little. Not only does this keep my on budget and/or keep me from becoming clinically insane (sort of) it also helps me use up some of the articles that have been taking up space - articles I buy because I become inspired by a certain recipe (that I later lose and still end up with 3 bottles of tumeric in my cupboard...). Here we go:</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday (tonight): Pulled pork on a bun with ranch potatoes and salad.</div><div>Monday: BBQ pork buns (meat done!) and garlic steamed broccoli.</div><div>Tuesday: Pork with rice and snowpeas and broccoli.</div><div>Wednesday: Chickpeas, peas and potatoes in curry sauce served over brown rice.</div><div>Thursday: Beef and rice balls in tomato sauce (I add grated veggies to the meatballs). </div><div>Friday: Baked fish with potato gratin and corn on the side. This will probably not pass with the kids - life isn't that simple but Mr. A will eat it happily.</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-38100615598880963902011-04-15T07:22:00.000-07:002011-04-15T07:31:53.209-07:00Water parks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfRmM2eb2kmRrRdUPwT94A3ceBkAjK22LYHVTQRhdR1MkfhqJgdceQmRIMWlOBVR1JaMLJwHG39WLpFdCKeZ2W3OffrGFZKZyXhemPi0c2W47yGhLNjx361UW-YMbPn1gUyWI1sq2H6qG/s1600/100_2561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfRmM2eb2kmRrRdUPwT94A3ceBkAjK22LYHVTQRhdR1MkfhqJgdceQmRIMWlOBVR1JaMLJwHG39WLpFdCKeZ2W3OffrGFZKZyXhemPi0c2W47yGhLNjx361UW-YMbPn1gUyWI1sq2H6qG/s400/100_2561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595816025860878674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XLQYeFciAXbDWtKdZUJbO14vYCcTpnwpxekrJnPoirf33B6E572NQkltApYFpylUY68Fk3TolQ1I3FhOaNFUnI52v7fSpxifaa9wre16G23mUch5WhO2jbLqzDcZTG7girNam_dJyTKa/s1600/100_2563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XLQYeFciAXbDWtKdZUJbO14vYCcTpnwpxekrJnPoirf33B6E572NQkltApYFpylUY68Fk3TolQ1I3FhOaNFUnI52v7fSpxifaa9wre16G23mUch5WhO2jbLqzDcZTG7girNam_dJyTKa/s400/100_2563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595815899032610706" /></a>Water parks never seem like a good idea. EVER! The thought of a bunch of kids running around, falling, maybe even peeing in the pool (<i>maybe</i>?) makes me shutter. I like kids but I'm not a big fan of noise and well, 'bunches' of kids. Yet every time we go to a water park I think life is freakin' awesome. My kids always have a blast. They're worn out by the time we're done and I'm calm, cool and collected. It makes no sense what-so-ever! <div><br /></div><div>So this was how we ended our Spring Break. There's many a water park within easy driving distance from our front door - we chose just one. We stayed the night and made a whole 'family getaway' out of it. We even brought the dog! We ate supper at the bar, swam for hours and finished the evening watching the Blue Jackets on t.v. It turned out to be the perfect ending - and that was an <i>almost </i>exact quote from the little people.</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-54963810952584455402011-04-13T12:29:00.000-07:002011-04-13T12:44:13.596-07:00To do lists and other things I don't want to do.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmg7FQt0gGOig8cOSTRPl62jR88TWnU3wU8Ci8Fqg5RNRAHtNxwZ-1wDHtXyru493MvseMnDp4HrKwFA6B6fbvpkaMNCBK85kw1OdNTgHVxcY1eghptAll3Wab52mKEmqQio21ns4gj8j-/s1600/100_2521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmg7FQt0gGOig8cOSTRPl62jR88TWnU3wU8Ci8Fqg5RNRAHtNxwZ-1wDHtXyru493MvseMnDp4HrKwFA6B6fbvpkaMNCBK85kw1OdNTgHVxcY1eghptAll3Wab52mKEmqQio21ns4gj8j-/s400/100_2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595152963979154098" /></a><div><ul><li>The stairs still look like this. There's more dust bunnies in the corners, piles of kids crap on the second stair and maybe a dint or two from Mr.E throwing a ball up and down "cause it goes faster now" but basically, I've done nothing. </li><li>I still have to caulk in all the gaps on the fireplace room floor. Yep, it's been a year. I also have to prime and paint the molding. Whatever...</li><li>I'd like to make pillow covers for the pillows that came with the green couches we bought. I <b>HATE</b> the pillows but for some reason I also think it's ludicrous to throw them out and just go buy new ones. Me and my stupid reasoning make absolutely no sense at all. None.</li><li>I collected old maps from neighbours and friends in the fall in hopes that I would paint the downstairs bathroom and cover one wall with the maps. Haven't done it yet. Fall is long gone. Stupid fall.</li><li>It's spring here. That's a good thing (though not if you're the bathroom). The sun is shining and the birds are singing and I'm reminded that I really need to get my butthogs out to the garden and clean up all the leaves and 'stuff' because plants are starting to grow. I have one tulip that has actually bloomed. I think it's a little premature but who am I?</li><li>Our garage door decided it no longer wants to be attached to the garage. Add that to "The list of things that need to be fixed" (the basement leaking might be at the top but really, it's such a long list it really is hard to tell which is more important). This isn't necessarily on <i>my</i> 'to do' list but it's on someone's - I think it's safe to assume it's on mine I suppose.</li><li>I have to do laundry. I hate doing laundry. I think I might just be feeling a bit whiny. Maybe just a little? Darn it. I'm going to get a glass of wine now. Did you read all the way to this? Wow. Go make your own list. Pffflllt.</li></ul></div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-79911775065611139642011-04-07T05:58:00.001-07:002011-04-07T06:07:45.526-07:00Mornings.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpsBrimomYoQpMERVzCQccSBd3GYjtAIfaqCQw6RBXs54kyuHTrkijt35SkhAdFAWb5TfpclzpYWLKtWKNufaV89f9K4ZcXp9j2Ii0_tVfkLyK_LHK4Rp76CCDpSSSqyguwlgxHMc0ZkC/s1600/100_2549.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpsBrimomYoQpMERVzCQccSBd3GYjtAIfaqCQw6RBXs54kyuHTrkijt35SkhAdFAWb5TfpclzpYWLKtWKNufaV89f9K4ZcXp9j2Ii0_tVfkLyK_LHK4Rp76CCDpSSSqyguwlgxHMc0ZkC/s400/100_2549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592825799875268610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I turn on the kettle. Put the tea bags into pot. It's missing a lid - for a few years now. I'll find a new one eventually but not a new pot. I love my little Brown Betty. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SWfnw5ZM87ANwRl92wI_32zVAL90BVwcfu3t0PHkh4Lq2kk0M8jNmHMS5oEk73-OONlZRYhbjwX6P5LtxaOMpSde0wFCN1ztA6971ZIJuyKGCKfKlZ0HoMCSLWdUG27phlrkbRtJwyeN/s1600/100_2550.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SWfnw5ZM87ANwRl92wI_32zVAL90BVwcfu3t0PHkh4Lq2kk0M8jNmHMS5oEk73-OONlZRYhbjwX6P5LtxaOMpSde0wFCN1ztA6971ZIJuyKGCKfKlZ0HoMCSLWdUG27phlrkbRtJwyeN/s400/100_2550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592825695563137362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'll have a scoop (or a cup) of date square - made with garbanzo flour and flax seed and a mixture of fruit, not just dates...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMq9gcvm0fP5vOVWxnFqdgWoNNCS_s8ZgPrM9giIlQWoJyHTla88_LzaF4NoOYNlpq17_PVAF79Jazq-e1iqIGd-yRd9lOvrfsho6-O98mFb0AoQv2qKBQkKHs1mbpFKumNjlDb_HO8NmI/s1600/100_2551.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMq9gcvm0fP5vOVWxnFqdgWoNNCS_s8ZgPrM9giIlQWoJyHTla88_LzaF4NoOYNlpq17_PVAF79Jazq-e1iqIGd-yRd9lOvrfsho6-O98mFb0AoQv2qKBQkKHs1mbpFKumNjlDb_HO8NmI/s400/100_2551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592825613142369362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Then I'll probably have one of these muffins - tropical (almonds, coconut and dates). So yummy. I'm all about the carbs.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9sKFdIv5bKbxIRubsFmk5d9uViBYdMUdnw8WPwccA8-t_oM8CZ2k-nS9BbRWMetbdvuswfbeVidXHzrohTlk93rlCIcw23YYmXwJ1-XyOQVCYhIq9EeYoOxqkkdU3cIvDBed4GpYKH7l/s1600/100_2556.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9sKFdIv5bKbxIRubsFmk5d9uViBYdMUdnw8WPwccA8-t_oM8CZ2k-nS9BbRWMetbdvuswfbeVidXHzrohTlk93rlCIcw23YYmXwJ1-XyOQVCYhIq9EeYoOxqkkdU3cIvDBed4GpYKH7l/s400/100_2556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592825508085850418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Spring is up and shining brightly (today) even if the temperatures haven't yet warmed up enough for me to put away my winter jacket. I love staring at the flowers while drinking my tea. It's calming especially when it sounds like the Indianapolis 500 is happening behind me...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBY62vNEfmv_MCTYMiC75zcTnOC2jDNoPNy2gIp_LPST9BcIqg_yECrQYchSk_2M5GEHNPRoGfeYu_m1TA8jIO2PM1z9x2KIsPmAEAePD56_Hc_1HSp-zSbOP1ycV-wiG1q-APD-qJr62/s1600/100_2554.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBY62vNEfmv_MCTYMiC75zcTnOC2jDNoPNy2gIp_LPST9BcIqg_yECrQYchSk_2M5GEHNPRoGfeYu_m1TA8jIO2PM1z9x2KIsPmAEAePD56_Hc_1HSp-zSbOP1ycV-wiG1q-APD-qJr62/s400/100_2554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592825402193110162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">These guys are usually hanging out in the fruit tree. Can you see the squirrel? He saw me! And he was taunting Putty. It's an ongoing game that they play.</div>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585891287097363507.post-84622116192915927902011-04-06T12:29:00.000-07:002011-04-06T12:36:54.283-07:00Balloons and Streamers.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_UC0TxGF37CSUkFT1cQG3boeXblKos9WmBJIXAr97-qz54FJaZIIldG-LDFhapaG_glEOyEuGPFOoN-kHNDpNqIyIsawhj-KSv4xn_9uYrCkDob_Hcrm1LM0Cfrx0cDZdrF4wyBFsxzK/s1600/HPIM1420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_UC0TxGF37CSUkFT1cQG3boeXblKos9WmBJIXAr97-qz54FJaZIIldG-LDFhapaG_glEOyEuGPFOoN-kHNDpNqIyIsawhj-KSv4xn_9uYrCkDob_Hcrm1LM0Cfrx0cDZdrF4wyBFsxzK/s400/HPIM1420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592555781810386722" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>Happy Birthday Auntie Jane. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and while I'm at it; Happy Birthday to you too Mrs. Woods. </div></i>Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947842270151042669noreply@blogger.com0