Guitar Hero

Well, we broke down and got the boys Guitar Hero for Christmas. I think PJ is enjoying it way more than the children. We played a little on Christmas Day at my aunt and uncles house, and yes, video was taken. As soon as I figure out how to upload from my new video camera I will post some wonderful clips of us rocking out. We hooked up the microphone and I squealed out my version of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker." Head banging was indeed included. Stay tuned......

Quinsinerra

As a preemptive strike against any moodiness that may occur while running the hospitality room for his wrestling tournament, PJ got me this lovely poinsetta, which he refers to as a quinsinerra. As in "So did you like the quinsinerra I got you?"

On Friday afternoon he sent one of his wrestlers in my classroom with the flowers to my utter disbelief and amazement. PJ is not one to buy frivolous things like flowers and jewelry. I interrogated the poor boy as to who really sent them. Were they from my mom? Did someone give them to PJ and then he took the opportunity to give me flowers that he didn't have to buy? What was the deal? Apparently, I have just worn him down. I love you PJ!

Odors

I just finished posting my last disgusting story when I noticed another odor. I started my little sniffer going again and then figured it out. Me thinking: "Oh, its just my feet."

I am a loser who lives in filth................

Okay, for the last few days I have walked into the front door of my home and have been overcome with an offensive odor. At first I thought, whoah, the boys need to take a bath tonight, or maybe they need new shoes. The odor was hard to pin point. It was coming from the general direction of the kitchen, so I investigated further. Yesterday I decided it must be the garbage can, so I sent Drew to take out the trash, and I cleaned the garbage can with "Simple Green" because I am all about saving the environment. By the way, you don't even want to know what I found in the bottom, lets just say it had fur. Well, you would think that cleaning something furry out of the bottom of the garbage can would take care of any odor problem you were having, right? No such luck.

I just got home from my card party, (more about that later,) when I discovered that the odor was back! I used my keen sense of smell to sniff the entire kitchen, it always brought me back to the garbage can, which I sniffed thouroughly (can you picture this, my nose twitching like Bewitched.) It wasn't the garbage, but something very near the garbage. And then it hit me. It was the stove.

Now let me explain something. I stayed home from work on Tuesday with Will because he had a headache. (Yeah, it sounds fishy to me too.) So I thought I would be a good little housewife and make dinner, which involved boiling a chicken and taking all of the meat off of the bones. Well a few times during the cooking process, the water boiled over. I would just wipe it up, and turn it down a little and go about my business making Pioneer Woman's dinner rolls (we all know how that turned out.) Fast forward to today when my little sniffer, found under the stove top a puddle, about a 1/2 inch deep of rancid chicken broth that had been sitting for 3 days!!!! Yuck-o!
I again got out my "Simple Green" because I care about the environment and cleaned up that disgusting mess.

Moral of the story: Clean up after yourself like a good little girl, so you don't find disgusting smelly messes three days later.

And now for some magic.....................

Old School Christmas Picture

Aah, how cute! Christmas circa 1982.

I am a super loser......

I tried to make Pioneer Woman's dinner rolls with horrifying results. I looked at the recipe and thought, this should be a piece of cake! After all in PJ's words I "have a degree in baking." Picture me pulling these monstrosities out of the oven, lip quiverring, frustration setting in. They look like giant mushrooms. First of all they are not the golden brown color that was expected. There should be 3 distinct sections, mine has a white bulbous top. The bottom is very, well, black. This is embarrassing. I can't believe I am allowing you to see these. Compare the two, the lovely PW dinner rolls on the left, and my hideous mass on the right. I will redeem myself, you just wait! Adios!

I'm a loser......

Well, I broke down and bought some Walmart picture cards to supplement my shortage of handmade cards. I had to make the picture in "sepia" because I had really bad red eye and the little red eye fixer tool kept turning my face green. Funny, that it was only Bean and I that had red eye. PJ and the other two angels were perfectly normal. Did my camera see some kind of demon brewing in me and my youngest child? We may never know.

Quotes of the day....

"I used to have a headache, but then it went out my mouth. I got my headache from the sun."-Ellis (aka "Bean") age 4


When I gave him this glass of water, "Not so much ice next time, and if you could fill it less full to keep from spilling, I would appreciate it." -PJ age 30

Christmas Cards!!!!

I am taking a break from creating my Christmas cards. For some reason this has been very difficult for me this year. I kept starting over, and they never quite looked like I pictured in my crazy little brain. I have glitter stuck in my hair and ink all over my hands. I don't know why I do this to myself. I bet most people will end up throwing them away anyway. (Please don't through them away, they are little pieces of priceless Andi art. You are expected to treasure them and keep them forever!) Here is what I have completed so far. I might just give up, and send some Walmart picture cards. Outie!

Confession from the P to the J.............

If you had the privelege to spend Thanksgiving with my lovely family, you probably tried the "original" Corn Bread Casserole created "originally" by my wonderful husband of 10 years. He came up with this "original" recipe all on his own, with many compliments from the Thanksgiving guests.

GASP!!!!!! It was all a fraud. I know you can't believe it. I had a hard time dealing with it myself. My dear, dear husband got the recipe from a coworker and claimed it as his own. I know it is hard to believe that my fully forthright and truthful husband would ever lie to anyone, but it is so.

He came clean a few days later ...... He: "I have a confession to make." Me: "You didn't make up the recipe for Corn Bread Casserole." He: "How did you know?" Me:"I know you better than you know yourself."

Your first dose of my craftiness......

This is a picture of an acrylic album I made as a wedding gift for my brother in-law and his new bride. I added alot of bling and flowers. I love me some bling.

I have a Blog!!!!

I was just thinking that I should start a blog. I like to read blogs, I am nosy like that. I could be entertaining if I tried really hard. Maybe someone would find my life interesting enough to read about. I know my mom will read it. My kids do funny things that I could write about, my students do funny things that I could write about. (Don't worry I won't name any names.) My husband will probably think this is stupid, but I will just stick my tongue out at him and say "I don't care what you think." When in reality I really do care what he thinks. Maybe I'll be really good at this and someone important will see it and I will become famous and make bunches of money and then I can finally build my house with the butler's pantry and a SCRAPBOOK ROOM!!! Then he wouldn't think it is stupid. Well, there. I wrote my first post. Tally Ho!