Archive for September, 2008
Originally posted September 24, 2008.
So I am at a local store, which shall remain nameless, shopping sans kiddos. I am leaving the counter when I drop my cell phone. Oh shut! I say because really…I don’t want to have to replace another phone.
I bend over and pick it up.
Then the employee, who apparently lives in a glass house and likes to throw stones, goes “Oh, can you still bend over? Oh honey, it won’t be long now and you won’t be able to!”
I was puzzled. My face had to say it all. Then it clicked. Ooooooooooooh, she thinks I am pregnant. I had no kids with me so no baby evidence. At that moment I had a choice: Embarrass her with the truth, play along and spare her the humiliation or chuck my phone in her general direction.
If I would have had more energy (and time) I would have been honest and corrected her. I would probably even have faked a cry to scare her straight. Instead I turned, patted my stomach and giggled, Yup, pretty soon!I had a baby 7 weeks ago. It’s my third. My body is still recovering and things don’t go *snap* after your third baby. Or any baby for that matter.
It’s good that I have a positive body image (I am proud of my body and it’s accomplishments) because Holy Crumpets people do not know how to keep their mouths shut. This is the second time this has happened to me in two weeks. Those aren’t good odds considering I only really get out in public four or five times a week.
Note to You: Do not ask women if they are pregnant unless they say so first or are minutes away from popping out a kid. Fashion these days lends some roominess to our mid sections and if you are a little on the fuller (perfectly plump) size, well, it can be deceiving.
Recently a group of beautiful women I know, only 1 of whom was pregnant, was in a burger joint when someone asked if it was a pregnant ladies convention.
Originally posted September 22, 2008.
“Mom, I was taking so long to get ready for preschool because I had to keep stopping to scratch all my itchy parts. I have lots of itchy parts.”
Cooper, Age 4
Originally posted September 17, 2008.
I contemplated whether or not to post this recipe. Alas, I can’t keep it to myself. It’s so very good, like make you famous at the office or next social function good.
It came to be as a variation of my famous chocolate chocolate chip cookie recipe. I have 40 boxes of World’s Finest Chocolate Mint Meltaways in my kitchen (Thanks Regina!) and thought I could put them to good use.
Oh did I.
These cookies are moist and gooey on the inside with an outside crunch. Think of the texture of brownies on the inside with pockets of melty chocolate…Dooooooooooood.
A few hints:
I baked them on cookie sheets lined with foil so I could leave them on the cookie sheet for a few minutes after baking, then easily transfer them off. Only bake for 8-9 minutes. They don’t seem done when they come out but they are.
I creamed the butter, sugar, eggs, vanilla and peppermint extract with my mixer on medium for 4 minutes before mixing in the dry ingredients. That is what gave it the brownie texture. This is very important, use COLD butter cut into 1 inch pieces.
If you don’t have mints, message me and I can sell you some! Or just use the peppermint extract and chocolate chips. Same thing.
Don’t like mint? Leave out the mints and extract. They are divine with walnuts mixed in. Or chopped dried cherries. Or both.
Mint Meltaway In My Mouth Cookies
What you need:
1 cup butter
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 teaspoon peppermint extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cup cocoa powder
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 box Mint Meltaway Chocolate candy, cut into small chunks
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips OR 2 cups if you don’t have any mints on hand
What you do:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In large bowl, beat butter, sugar, eggs, and vanilla until light and fluffy.
Combine the flour, cocoa, baking soda, and salt; stir into the butter mixture until well blended. Mix in the chocolate. Batter will be thick! Drop rounded balls onto un-greased cookie sheets. I use a medium size cookie scoop from Pampered Chef. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the pre-heated oven, or just until set. Cool slightly on the cookie sheets before transferring to wire racks to cool completely.
Eat one right away because they go fast.
Originally posted September 16, 2008.
I am obsessed with Facebook.
I knew it was a problem this weekend while tailgating with our friends. I must have referred to it, at a minimum, 7 times in conversation.
She is my friend on Facebook! Have you seen [fill in the blank]? I saw on their Facebook status that they were going to be here. Are you on Facebook?
Clearly I have a problem.
I may as well have gathered everyone in a circle, raised my beer and said “Hi ,my name is Katy and I am a Facebook addict.”
Here is the deal for those of you who think I am cracked out of my gourd: You can connect with old classmates, friends, co-workers or anyone you ever knew on this oh-so-fabulous cyber community. Once you become their “friend” you can see photos and other information they may have posted on their profile.
It’s fascinating to see what my 1st grade crush is up to. One guy I went to high school with now is a Buddhist who plays the didgeridoo.
My favorite thing to do is catch-up with my “friends” every so often by checking out status messages and updates. You know if they are traveling, going to have a baby, pondering the meaning of life, cleaning, battling a case of food poisoning or trapped in an airport. You can share political views (or not), news stories, videos…It’s endless really.
Note: When my kids are old enough to use online communities, I will outlaw computers. OK fine. I will monitor every single key stroke. Some of the stuff these young kids have online is insane. Someone PLEASE tell these kids that this stuff is permanently out there. Future employers might see your scantily clad party pics or your How Long Can You Last In Bed application.
Oh look, I have a new friend request…
Originally posted September 8, 2008.
Me: “Sam’s tummy just made a loud noise.”
Cooper: “What kind of noise?”
Me: “Sounds like she is full of gas.”
Cooper: “WHOA, Mom, you mean babies run on gas?“