8 Things Tag

8 Things:

8 Favorite TV shows... (in no particular order)
1. Days of Our Lives
2. Super Nanny
3. E.R.
4. Friends
5. Grey's Anatomy
6. Scrubs
7. CSI
8. Law & Order

8 Favorite Restaurants...(again, in no particular order)
1. Javiers
2. Cafe Rio
3. Costa Vida
4. Bajios
5. Cheesecake Factory is pretty good.
6. Lonestar Steakhouse
7. Chilis
8. Taco Maker

8 Things I'm looking forward to:
1. The first real snowfall
2. Being able to walk my dog again.
3. Seeing my baby on a great ultrasound next Wednesday!
4. Thursday night TV- Grey's & E.R. I always pray that Mike works late so I can watch!
5. Having my house clean, and being able to clean it up again myself.
6. Going baby stuff shopping.
7. Finding the time in Mike's schedule to go to the temple again sometime.
8. All things Christmas, except shopping. I suck at shopping

8 things that happened yesterday:
1. I didn't go to the chiropractor.
2. Updated my blog with what I did.
3. Ate TWO (yes two) artichokes and paid for it all night long.
4. Didn't have to drive anyone anywhere!!
5. Should have taken a nap.
6. Watched television to my hearts content, or until the I'm a mom so I should really be being a mom right now kicked in.
7. Wished I'd have put away the laundry.
8. Suggested, successfully that Mike take our daughter out for a daddy daughter date and they brought Kung Fu Panda home to me!!

I'll just do what Kristi did and tag whomever wants to be tagged. So, TAG YOU'RE IT!!!

How I Wasted My Day Today

So let me be perFECTly clear about my "wasted" day. I do this frequently, and I don't feel the least bit bad about it, for the most part... And I thoroughly enjoyed it. Feel free to join me any Tuesday you'd like to.

I got up and started the morning off walking through the kitchen, fully intent on enjoying a lovely breakfast with my husband and our daughter, when I got caught completely unawares by a SMELL. The same smell that catches me off-guard on occasion. And off to the bathroom I darted to spend the first ten minutes of my morning head over the sink, throwing the NOTHING up that was in my stomach. I don't mind this so much, because there is nothing there to puke up, but it still starts the day off wrong.

Mike shouts from the kitchen table, "Anything I can do for you, Vicki?" Between heaves and spitting I mutter, "Can you PALEESE take the garbage OUT of the house?" Thinking in my mind, I know this smell is never going to go away, it is totally in my smell-memory haunting me. But it got the garbage out!!!

Next I enjoyed a bowl of cheerios, while I watched our daughter get ready for school. Hallelujah, she made it on the bus AND Mike went to work.

And I sat down in my lazy chair with the laptop and logged in to Pioneer Woman to continue to read the love story of my dreams! Black Heels to Tractor Wheels. Ah Marlboro Man. I married me a different one but he's great all the same.

I spent FOUR hours reading her web-book and waiting, albeit impatiently, for her to post the next installment!! She's got great photos of horses, incredibly simple posts about ranch living, and some great cooking and photography information (that I didn't read!). All the while, I ate as many Wint-o-Green LifeSavers as I could handle. When I finally noticed that it was after NOON, I thought I ought to eat. I am pregnant and all. I got up and made some Angel Hair pasta with some parmesan and an artichoke with 4 Tblsp of melted butter for dipping. Ah, heaven!! I ate the pasta quickly, as I KNOW that I LOVE artichokes and butter. I discovered something new about myself today though... I really really love butter more than I do artichokes! Hmm. I cooked a second artichoke and more melted butter. MMMM.

And then I had a few small brownies. Thanks Mike for cutting the entire 9x9 of brownies into very small pieces. (All of this by the way has been done in exactly what I slept in last night, plus a beanie!!) I have had a couple glasses of water, and I went to check on the horses, they let themselves into the lane sometime before I got to them at 145. Which is fine I guess, I'm the back up for the back up who called me at 145 to go check on them. They were grazing peacefully right where they should be, by the cemetery!!

Our daughter is home now, I've watched a tiny bit of TV, talked with Mike on the phone (he called me, which rarely happens actually) and started the fireplace going. I'm trying to get our daughter to go outside and play with her dog who desperately wants some attention and some exercise.

So now I ought to maybe get started on looking like I didn't do nothing today. Mike is coming home sooner than usual tonight, we need to get homework done, laundry put away that I folded late last night, and helpful hands just put out my fire in attempt to make it better.

Oh, the artichokes were good. Real good.

And I updated my mommabookworm blog. Check it out here. Oh, and you ALL need to blog MORE cause I get SO bored during my day at home... Please!!!

Today's Tomato Soup By Me.

So I collided two very good Tomato Soup recipes and made my own! This is what I ate for lunch today. It wasn't all that bad. Add a grilled cheese sandwich and I was good to go.

The first of this recipe I borrowed from the blog Top Of The Morning. The post was Tomato Soup Nazi. His recipe is for a can of diced tomatoes. I used a quart of fresh home canned whole tomatoes. Canned last summer. YUMMY! And to that I added a can of diced carrots. Mainly to hide that acidic tomatoey thing that happens sometimes. Back to the recipe. Heat your oven to 450 degrees and grab a large cookie sheet. Open your tomatoes and carrots and drain the liquid into a separate dish. Pour the toms and carrots onto the baking sheet. Drizzle some Olive Oil over top, and sprinkle with pepper and oregano. Put in oven to caramelize for 20 minutes (more or less depending on factors like altitude, patience, how much the toms were cooked originally.) When they come out they should look about like this:

While your toms and carrots are cooking, add the liquid that you poured into that separate pan to a large soup/stew pot and add some minced onion. Or you could use real onions, but I didn't have any. Cook those up nice, or however you'd like to I guess! Here's a pic of mine.



Ah, here's a pic of ALL the major ingredients. I'll get to the Campbell's Tomato Soup in a minute.


After you're toms and carrots are cooked, add them to the onion mixture. Be careful, they are hot and that oil is tricky and slick! Add the can of Tomato Soup (this part and the quart of toms- comes from my mother's homemade tomato soup recipe). Stir in, heat through. Add oregano to your desired taste. I used some Real Salt. Cause that is yummy.

Then while your soup is boiling for 5-10 minutes on the stove, hurry and whip up some grilled cheese sandwiches. If you need instructions.
Asking me for them wouldn't be good as I usually burn at least one of them. Each time. And don't forget to stir your soup occasionally.


Looks pretty dang good. I ate it. Elise hates most anything I cook.
So it is a good thing this didn't make much!!
I hope you, or someone enjoys these crazy recipes I put on here. I guess it is a way of making my life seem less monotonous and a lot more yummy!

Voting

I voted today. Just a minute ago, during what I thought was going to be a "lunch rush". But I forgot that I live in a quiet little valley where things are pretty sleepy during the daytime. I'm so glad that I didn't have to wait and stress about it. As they handed me that blue voter card thing, I felt my eyes pop out of my head and the wheels in my mind just jerk to an immediate stop as I realized I've never, ever voted on anything remotely electronic before!! What happened to good ol' paper ballots that you have to punch cute holes in? Where MY fingerprints are ALL over it and I know I punched those holes, cause I looked and MADE SURE!! It was even stranger to be handed a voting card by a seemingly 15 year old boy. Okay, he probably had to be 18, but he barely shaves and he can't have a clue about voting, or what it means if he has his ipod in his ears the whole time. And you should have seen HIS FACE when I let my eyes pop out of my head in wonderment on this electronic voting idea. I could have sworn he looked at ME like I was an alien - or a completely non-computer savvy person. Which, I'm no WHIZ at, but I've got some skills in the computer department... So I walked around the table, and looked at the selection of voting machines available. There were several, I'd say almost ten available. I chose a quiet one in the corner to be able to channel that inner voice (aka The Holy Ghost) to help me pray for the ENTIRE COUNTRY as we cast ballots today. I quite frequently pray for the leaders of our church, other churches and nations... but how often have I prayed for voters nationwide? Never. That was humbling. I can still feel it in my heart. The weight of our country's votes is huge! I'm worried. I'm scared. And we haven't felt any of this "economic turmoil" that the world has felt, that even my own blessed neighbors complain about. I'm blessed in such a special way I guess, to not feel that. I'm scared for our country because I've noticed the selection for elected officials is getting slimmer and well, our choices have not been very shiny examples of people that I personally want to lead me into the future. I hear so much negative campaigning, so many rude and uninformed comments that I don't know whom to trust outside of the promptings I feel. I slid the card in the slot (that the BOY told me is in the upper right hand corner) and waited for anything... the building to blow up, the computer to start smoking... anything. And I got nothing for a second. Oh, maybe you have to really PUSH it in a little more. I did, and the computer popped up with an information filled page of words. I read every one, well, until I got the main idea of how this works. Touch where you want to mark, if you don't like that selection, touch it again and mark the one you wished you'd marked in the first place. Then the BIG question came. Who would you like to vote for for the next President and Vice-President of the United States of America? The fear, the tension, the stress again filled my soul as I offered up a silent pleading to my Father in Heaven to guide me, the nations' voters, AND whichever idiot we collectively elect. I selected my choice, and moved on. Each page thereafter I knew exactly whom I was voting for because I'd read my handy voter thing from the post office. I based 90% of my selection on that information solely. I was glad there were only 5 amendments to our Utah Constitution up for voting, and really glad that at least two of them were no-brainers! Then came the eternally long list of judges! These folks interpret laws on a state level, they really hold us in their hands. I know next to nothing about them. This part was hard, but I cast my votes.

Whew! All done. Oh, not quite, you get to go back over your answers, not one time, not two times, but THREE times. It is there on the screen and you can select print if it looks right to you, or reject and do it all over again (I resisted the urge to do it again). THEN it prints it out on a grocery store receipt thing to your right. Handy. I looked at it carefully for the most important decisions to me- they were correct well, they were as I intended them to be. Then to the next page, double check your answers/selections and again on a third page. Next you get to decide if even all of THAT was right, or as you intended it to be. That would make three chances you have to re-vote. I selected to cast my ballot instead of doing it over. (And I didn't want to break the machine, they can't be cheap.) Grabbed my little blue voter card and walked away to the next table where I saw the "I VOTED" stickers being handed out.

The guy handing them out was interesting. I said, "Oh, now I get a fancy sticker, Yeah!" and held open the top corner of my coat so he could apply it to my right shoulder. He said, "Oh we can't get that close or we'd be dating!" and laughed as I took it from him and placed it MYSELF on my sweater. What ever happened to being okay with being touched? I wouldn't sue him for putting a sticker I wanted him to put on my sweater, on my sweater... Now if he made a quick grab at anything else there would be some debate, but just to put a silly sticker on me? WOW! So off I went. As I left the library doors, I whispered, mostly to myself, "whew, glad that is over with!" and the lady from the first check in table said, "I know!" and went back to reading her book. I waddled back out to my car. Holding my belly that protrudes from my coat like I'm 7 months or so along (take note I'm 17 weeks and two days today, that puts me in my 4th month!) and taking my time getting back to my car. The grass is wet, the air is clean crisp and cool, my back hurts, my belly hurts and I can't wait to get home and pray some more for our country's wellbeing and to take a nap. I still wish I could bring my cute doggie inside to nap by the fire with me. She is very good inside, even though she's strictly to be an outside dog. One day I'll win that argument with my husband. One day I'll have a dog with me everywhere I go, and not a pocket pal either.
A big dog. The one I've got right now would work just fine. She's a treat.
Blue Houdini Princess. Here's to you pal and our long strolls in the back 40 where no one can bother us as we enjoy nature and smells and each other.



Yes, just look at her adoringly looking at Mike.
Amazing isn't it, how the one that proclaims the least gets the most?

Halloween 2008

Happy Halloween 2008



This is how I celebrated this morning. Orange Pancakes. I always home make my pancakes. Below is Elise's favorite recipe. We call them Caillou Pancakes.

Ingredients:
1 cup flour
2 tbsp butter
2 tbsp powdered sugar
1 whole egg
1 cup milk
1 tsp baking powder
1 pinch salt
maple syrup

Steps:
Melt butter (I do this in the microwave). Add flour, sugar, salt and baking powder. Add egg and milk too. Mix together with hand mixer until smooth. (For the orange color, I used food coloring!)
Obviously, heat up your pan, and your syrup and cook the pancakes!! YUMMY!!


The Party LAST night.


Mike's Aunt Sharon, who lives two doors down, but it is a LONG walk.
Hosted a Halloween party for her nieces and nephews KIDS!! She is awesome!

This is Tina (Mike's cousin) dancing with the kids. We are so glad she was able to make it into town for Halloween. She lives in Connecticut. She hates it there.
But says the trees are pretty!

More dancing. You can see Uncle Brad playing the piano. He ROCKS! Look at little Preston in black. He loves to spin and jive. Little Ashton the Tiger is ROAR on the dance floor.


Uncle Brad plays in a for real band. They played at my wedding reception. Terrific job, all the time!! They play local gigs and weddings.
Mostly oldies and some originals.

Little Preston helping clean up the stepping stones (aka napkins) the kids used
for their musical chairs game.


Aha! Here are the pics of the musical chairs game on pumpkin napkins that turned out to be a money maker!! Aunt Sharon would give the kids that found a pumpkin napkin to stand on a nickel or penny
when Uncle Brad quit playing the piano! So fun!


Here is Ella-Bella-Tinker-Bella.

Have you met my littlest CowGirl Friend? Looks a lot like Jessie from Toy Story.
But she is Reagan.

This is how Elise left for school YESTERDAY. It was cold, but her Gryffindor cloak is really thick. And she wore MY witch hat. She's so cute. She wanted to take her broom, but the school said no props, so, no broom.