Last night I roasted 3 pumpkins from our garden. I scooped out all the goodness and put it in a gallon bag. I thought to myself, "I'm gonna make some pumpkin goodies over the weekend."
Then today Ian wanted to make some fresh salsa with all our peppers and tomatoes we've picked this past week. So he went and bought a full size food processor. I am so glad he did. We've had a tiny one-cup processor our whole marriage. This 6-cupper was a major upgrade. The salsa turned out beautifully... and oh so tasty.
Tonight Liam wanted Sponge Bob Mac and Cheese. He picked it out himself at the store last week. I am surprised he remembered we had it.
So he says he wants to go sit on the porch to eat and goes out there to wait like it's only going to take 30 seconds. I take him a fruit cup as an appetizer as he waits. Then I remember the pumpkin. I dropped that into the food processor and watched it turn into glorious cream.
After 12 minutes the mac was ready to drain. I doctored the cheese death as I usually do (with a dollop of sour cream and a dash or Italian seasoning) then added a generous portion of pumpkin cream.
Liam loved it. He cleaned his bowl. I loved it too. No hint of pumpkin, but lots of added vitamins to an otherwise not-so-nutritious dish.
Now I am thinking about what I can hide cauliflower and broccoli in. Thank you, dear food processor!
Kara's Baby Shower August 1st
So I never posted about my friend Kara's baby shower. It was so much fun! She really knows how to entertain a group. We ate and mingled first, but then she got out the balloons and told us all to stuff our shirts. Ashley and I were stuffing our bras and our belly areas. We were all laughing our heads off as we tried to make the balloons poke out of our chests just right.
Anyway, after we measured and came very close to Kara's size, we did another game called spit the binky. We all got a fake pacifier and then measured how far each of us could spit it. Even the kids gave it a try. So funny. Ashley was the most entertaining as she got air as she jumped with all her might to spit that thing far.
I'll let the photos speak for themselves. Enjoy.
Anyway, after we measured and came very close to Kara's size, we did another game called spit the binky. We all got a fake pacifier and then measured how far each of us could spit it. Even the kids gave it a try. So funny. Ashley was the most entertaining as she got air as she jumped with all her might to spit that thing far.
I'll let the photos speak for themselves. Enjoy.
Happy Anniversary - 9 years!
It's been 9 marital years of good times and not-so-great times.
11 years together as a couple.
We've made it through it all - together.
I love him more today than I ever thought I could!!
Tonight we are off to celebrate while Liam plays with Megan.
I can't wait!
Birds
Some day I am going to decorate my home with prints of birds. I started collecting photos I've found online. Here is a prime example of how beautiful birds are! If you ever run into a great shot of a bird, send me the link or file. Beautiful!
Daydreaming is good
“Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I am so lucky...
...to have great friends.
So Heather is in town this week from South Dakota. I have been so excited to meet her for lunch this week. Kate brought her to Costa Vida and we all had the most delicious food. Their pork tacos with mango salsa is my fave! I also gorged myself on their Tres Leches. We were all full to our ears when we left.
I have to share this tid bit. Kate just got married, as we all know. While we were in line at Costa Vida, she took out her new drivers license to show me her new name (and excellent photo by the way). Anyway, since we were in line and in my haste to pay, I put her new ID in my purse... and never gave it back to her. Whoops.
So I got back to work later and checked my purse looking for something else... I saw this lovely face looking back at me and I panicked.
I called Kate to see how far away she was, hoping she could easily come to my workplace to pick up her ID. She was happy to do a U-turn and head back my way. I met them as I was walking to take out the mail and they gave me a ride back down the lane. We got to laughing again and then said our good-byes. I wish I could have spent the rest of the day with them.
So Heather is in town this week from South Dakota. I have been so excited to meet her for lunch this week. Kate brought her to Costa Vida and we all had the most delicious food. Their pork tacos with mango salsa is my fave! I also gorged myself on their Tres Leches. We were all full to our ears when we left.
I have to share this tid bit. Kate just got married, as we all know. While we were in line at Costa Vida, she took out her new drivers license to show me her new name (and excellent photo by the way). Anyway, since we were in line and in my haste to pay, I put her new ID in my purse... and never gave it back to her. Whoops.
So I got back to work later and checked my purse looking for something else... I saw this lovely face looking back at me and I panicked.
I called Kate to see how far away she was, hoping she could easily come to my workplace to pick up her ID. She was happy to do a U-turn and head back my way. I met them as I was walking to take out the mail and they gave me a ride back down the lane. We got to laughing again and then said our good-byes. I wish I could have spent the rest of the day with them.
I'll be seeing Kate again next week for a birthday celebration with Linds and Em. As for Heather, she is working on getting moved to Utah - hopefully before Christmas. I can't wait!
better
I slept and my jaw went down a bit so I have a few teeth touching today. So glad I can enjoy my lunch today!
Can I scream?
So I've been dealing with a locked jaw for over three weeks now. My top and bottom set of teeth miss each other. I miss them being together.
In the past, my jaw has locked for 24-48 hours at the most (unlocking while I sleep at night). This time, I have had therapy done with my chiropractor a few times. I've taken anti-inflamitories and muscle relaxants prescribed by my primary doctor. I've tried to recognize any stress in my life and let it go. I've tried positive affirmations. Nothing has put my stupid jaw back where it belongs.
The past week I've actually been able to bite down more than before so chewing food was actually worth my time. Then this morning as I was eating some oatmeal, my dang jaw popped back to it's status from two weeks ago. I can't bite down at all. I am so annoyed, frustrated, hungry and... I am actually fuming. I want to break down and cry. The kind of cry when you become a new mom and you miss the enjoyment of sleep. The desparate longing for feeling normal again.
Tomorrow I am supposed to meet an old friend for lunch. I've been looking forward to it for awhile now. I thought, "By then I'll be healed and able to enjoy good company and a yummy meal." I know I shouldn't let the enjoyment of food bug me so much. I stopped worrying about it a week ago when I saw progress. Now I am back to square one and worry I'll be stuck this way forever. Reminds me a of a similar restriction to food I had once upon a time. But at least when I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes 4 years ago, I knew that within 10 weeks I could eat what I wanted. I fear I'll reach the 10 week mark with this locked jaw and will still be feeling sorry for myself.
Okay, I'm done whining [on my blog].
In the past, my jaw has locked for 24-48 hours at the most (unlocking while I sleep at night). This time, I have had therapy done with my chiropractor a few times. I've taken anti-inflamitories and muscle relaxants prescribed by my primary doctor. I've tried to recognize any stress in my life and let it go. I've tried positive affirmations. Nothing has put my stupid jaw back where it belongs.
The past week I've actually been able to bite down more than before so chewing food was actually worth my time. Then this morning as I was eating some oatmeal, my dang jaw popped back to it's status from two weeks ago. I can't bite down at all. I am so annoyed, frustrated, hungry and... I am actually fuming. I want to break down and cry. The kind of cry when you become a new mom and you miss the enjoyment of sleep. The desparate longing for feeling normal again.
Tomorrow I am supposed to meet an old friend for lunch. I've been looking forward to it for awhile now. I thought, "By then I'll be healed and able to enjoy good company and a yummy meal." I know I shouldn't let the enjoyment of food bug me so much. I stopped worrying about it a week ago when I saw progress. Now I am back to square one and worry I'll be stuck this way forever. Reminds me a of a similar restriction to food I had once upon a time. But at least when I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes 4 years ago, I knew that within 10 weeks I could eat what I wanted. I fear I'll reach the 10 week mark with this locked jaw and will still be feeling sorry for myself.
Okay, I'm done whining [on my blog].
Keeping naps for home, not the car
I found this quite funny this morning. "You've tried throwing things AND striking up a conversation..." We have SO been there!
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