Monday, February 28, 2011

Maladptive Mondays

I have decided to entitle my Monday blogs as Maladaptive Mondays because I am never ready for them, and I am shock by my lack of preparedness.

This Monday started with a blister on my daughter's arm exploding in my face. Goo dripping off my ear and my middle and most precious screaming at the top of her lungs as if she had just been attacked with gobs human waste.

Well I digress, I survived the pimple juice and the weekend. Hank and I bought him a new ride this weekend. It is exactly what he wanted and the deal was fair while the shopping experience both quirky and fun. We are now the proud owners of a 2006 Nissan Pathfinder that is black with tan interior. I also discovered that I do get hungry if I go too long with out eating (very good to know at thirty).

The highlight of my weekend was Friday night Hank cooked dinner for his mother's birthday and then we went out and had two beers at Crawdads in Merigold while our friend played.

Surprisingly enough, I regretted not wanting to go. The crowd was full of familiar faces that were too long absent from my nights. I enjoyed seeing everyone and proud of our friend Courtney's singing and her courage. Andrea, my BFF, was also kicking killer shoes. Oh what a good time had by all.

For my friend Laura M. at www.lauramerrill@blogspot this one is for you!

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Dresses and Vintage Fashion

I am in love with these dresses!!
These dresses are on sale at Mod Cloth, and I want to pony up and buy one. As many know, I want to change my fashion style and buy more clothes that I love. I, however, struggle with the decision of what to buy if any of you out there in computer land have a vote than please make it. I am struggling.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Sippin on a Cold One

What is better on a hot day than a cold Abita Root Beer.

My future flashed in front in front of my eyes when I saw my son cocked back in the Bronco with his elbow out while sipping on a cold one.

I see lots of groundings and joy watching my son become a man.

Family Friends

On Sunday, the Pantin's went to one of the most happiest places ever...Rosedale.
Anna Lewis is expecting the first of a new generation of
one of the best families we have ever met. Elliott
was eager to be a part.
Then the kids got to play with Amelia Jane.
The child of a close friend that they have never met! Watching the family and
friends blend from generation to generation is amazing.

Backwoods Porch Days!

Saturday was a rough day. My weigh in was not to my liking, I contemplate injuring my children due their deafening noise/question asking, and my fear of my
spouse's stomach bug spreading to the the house like a plague.
However, I chucked the chip off my shoulder and went
to play. What a great day!

Banjo Pick'n


Friday, February 18, 2011

Shrimp, Shrimp, and MORE SHRIIMP

Before we get started, the screaming discussed previously was due to a severe ear infection that Elliott has probably been battling for some weeks off and on despite three antibiotics. No wonder she hated her bonnet and was hateful. Two lost points for a lack of receptiveness by MOM!

After the baptism party my fridge was busting loose with shrimp and I hate waste and wasted money. So what to do? I choose to make two shrimp dishes after pawning off some of the boiled shrimp to the homies at work (but not clemie 'cause she swells up like a blow fish).

First I made shrimp tacos with a pineapple salsa. Let me just say that the salsa was less than thrilling although it looked pretty. The problem was the pineapples I used. If they had more flavor it would have been a success.

I don't follow recipes well so this is how cook! Follow if you Dare!!


pineapple chunks

red onion


minced garlic

red pepper flakes

split cherry tomatoes

I mixed all ingredients together and splashed with heavy squeeze of lemon (lime would have been better but the store was out) and set aside to marinate.


some cooked scrrimpses cut in chunks


minced garlic

chili powder

pinch of red pepper

Tablespoon of Butter (I was not eating it)

some green bell pepper

some diced onion

corn tortillas

oil of your choice (hank used olive)

I melted the butter in the pan. Then the onion and bell pepper met their doom in the land of saute. While this dance was taking place, I doused the scrrimpses with cumin, garlic and chili powder. I through the scrrimpses in to the skillet and added a pinch of red pepper. I cooked until all was warm and looked right.

Hank then fried the corn torts in a small skillet in the olive oil.

Next we dressed the shells which is not rocket science. And wallah shrimp tacos!


cooked shrimp peeled and devined




cherry tomatoes

minced garlic




bell pepper



I sauteed the onions and peppers in the butter. I then added a pinch of flour to form a roux. With out delay, I chunked in some garlic (eye balled it), salt, pepper (I always go heavy), and a heavy squeeze of lemon. Next the shrimp met their match. The asparagus trailed behind. I then covered the pot to allow the asparagus to cook but retain some bite. Last I added the cherry tomatoes and let sit.
I had already boiled the pasta and strained and sprinkled with parm cheese, salt, garlic powder, and pepper.
Then dressed.

These are recipes by Ginny (not much structure but normally taste OK)! Both of these were hits and I would do again but not with out fresh pineapple!

mother score card : -2

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011


We had this baptism party and mass extravaganza this weekend which wore my family and my emotional stability out. Yes, Yes, I am not right and I have been informed many times but the cost of things such as dry cleaning, flowers, food, and liquor make me crazy (even if the money is belongs to someone else). Despite pain, I bought and bought and bought. I drank, and drank, and drank. And, I realized that I was in a family with maybe a few too much estrogen. I got a nap and survived another day.

I survived but the family is holding on by a thread. I forced by girls out of bed this A.M. to an eager brother and a packaged granola bar. As the morning progressed, Elliott decided to scream. When I say scream, I mean at the top of her lungs with no abandon. She could not eat, could not be bothered with dressing; she had a mission to be heard from Mars. I tried to calm her to no avail. To sponsor dreams of normalcy, I went to check on the older two.

The dreams were smashed. Gram had on pants that were a size to small that hit him before his ankles met his socks. Petal Pushers I tell you. As a mother ready to purchase years of therapy , I told him "their all going to laugh at you". Carrie holds many of my life lessons. But anyway, He was not phased by the threat. I gave up after about three emotionally damaging statements and let him meet his doom.

In the face of her bothers fashion mishap, Lucy's backwards tights were not discussed other than me stating, "I think you should wear boots today". The boots would hide the evidence I thought. I then fled to a day at work full of peace and quiet until I talk to you next.


I am now thirty and surprisingly enough I did not die! I decided to restructure the site to talk about my journey through motherhood and the story of my life. I am going to try to write more often despite the limited demand of my two followers.

Yea for me and tell your friends!