Monday, November 30, 2009
Assemble your ingredients:
1 jar salsa
1 8-oz. container sour cream
3-4 cups shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 head lettuce
12 tortillas, wheat or corn
1 lb. ground turkey or beef, cooked
1 15-oz can refried beans
Layer ingredients in a deep baking dish (I use a springform pan) as follows:
Tortillas (enough for 1 layer)
Refried beans (the whole can)
1/2 jar salsa
See what I mean? You practically have to be a baby cow to digest this, but it's oh so yummy!
Cook at 350 for about 25 minutes, until cheese is thoroughly melted. Serve and enjoy.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
So, last Friday, a Certain Someone in this household turned four.
I'm not sure why she had the audacity to do this, since if I've told her once, I've told her a hundred times that she is my baby and she is NOT ALLOWED to grow up. Obviously, I wield a great deal of influence over her.
This is how the birthday went. I think Hallmark MAY have been secretly filming.
Regarding the doll we gave her: "I'M GOING TO LOVE HER FOREVER!!!"
Regarding the new book given to her at bedtime: "OH BOY! A BIRTHDAY BOOK FOR ME! I'M SO EXCITED!!!"
Regarding her birthday party: "I had the BESTEST TIME EVER!!!"
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I am not making this up.
Oh how NICE for you, you're thinking. How very SPECIAL that you have this totally grateful child who creates such moments of joy and delight for her parents.
But wait, y'all. May I put the case that I have earned this privilege? Let's step back in time, shall we, to another fourth birthday that took place in this household a little over five years ago. It's the one I proudly trot out in any parent-to-parent conversation that resembles a Birthday Nightmare Story Swap. And I win.
So, Ian was totally into Thomas the Tank Engine in those days. And after considerable discussion between my husband and me, it was decided that he would be receiving The Ultimate Gift from us that year: THE ROUNDHOUSE.
Thing is. He'd decided weeks in advance that he wanted a jungle animal birthday party. It was to be The Event of the social season, more or less (well, less, but play along with me here). We failed to realize what precisely was taking place in that quirky brain of his, and just how all-encompassing that theme was intended to be.
So the morning of the birthday, we arrive in his bedroom, glowing, proudly bearing the gift that we just know will elicit yelps of nirvana.
We place it before him. He starts to rip off the paper.
And the second he sees the side of the box, he says …
"Oh. Not an animal. Just the roundhouse."
Y'all. I died. And when I came back to life, I heard, in a dull, repeated monotone:
"Oh. Not an animal. Just the roundhouse."
That unwrapped box sat nakedly in the center of the room with all three of us staring miserably at it, and me thinking, Are you telling me that I could have bought you a five dollar plastic giraffe, and that would have made you HAPPIER THAN THE EIGHTY DOLLAR (MINUS FORTY PERCENT BECAUSE OF A COUPON I HAD) ROUNDHOUSE?!?!?!
Oh, and it gets even better, because at his party that afternoon, he opened a few educational toys carefully selected by his friends' thoughtful parents before tossing each one aside and plaintively calling, "Didn't ANYONE get me a jungle animal???"
I died again. Then I came back to life, and all my friends were laughing at me. But in a friendly, sympathetic, so-glad-I'm-not-you-right-now sort of way.
It all worked out, because not only did he end up enjoying the roundhouse (AND behaving like a perfect gentleman at his fifth birthday party, thank you very much), but I had myself my own little revelation, once my hysteria subsided. The Lord very tenderly reminded me of how often I snub HIS gifts. As a loving Father, He gives me the equivalent of the roundhouse, and I sulk for the Made-in-China hippopotamus.
"Oh. Not a new camera. Just a devoted husband."
"Oh. Not an outing to the ballet. Just three healthy children."
But, there's hope! I'll be turning five any day now!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
1. Where is your cell phone? Purse?
2. Your hair? Independent
3. Your mother? Empathetic
4. Your father? Spiritual
5. Your favorite food? Omelettes?
6. Your dream last night? Forgotten
7. Your favorite drink? Lemonade
8. Your dream/goal? Travel
9. What room are you in? Bonus
10. Your hobby? Reading
11. Your fear? Bereavement
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Published
13. Where were you last night? In-laws'
14. Something that you aren’t? Brave
15. Muffins? Carrot
16. Wish list item? DSLR camera
17. Where did you grow up? Massachusetts
18. Last thing you did? Knit
19. What are you wearing? Skirt
20. Your TV? Geriatric
21. Your pets? Hens
22. Friends? Inspiring
23. Your life? Journey
24. Your mood? Thoughtful
25. Missing someone? Becky D. (RIP 11/19/09)
26. Vehicle? Sedona
27. Something you’re not wearing? Jewelry
28. Your favorite store? Target
29. Your favorite color? Purple
30. When was the last time you laughed? Afternoon
31. Last time you cried? Morning
32. Your best friend? Husband
33. One place that I go to over and over? Taekwondo
34. One person who emails me regularly? Tim
35. Favorite place to eat? Steeping Room
People I'm tagging: Stephanie, cJoy, Camille, Anne, Raji, and whoever else wants to do it -- link to your post in the Comments if you please!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
We took the week off from homeschooling this week.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Answer: It had many layers, and left me in tears.
No. Not really. Layers, yes. Tears, not so much.
There was learning. The kids and their daddy attended a neat event hosted by ASME at the Children's Museum. He's doing his best to churn out little scientists, but alas, I intend to take them to a poetry slam next weekend.
There was wisdom. My dear friend Vanessa and I put together a tea party at my MIL's house for some moms from our church of various ages and stages. We laughed, we cried, it was better (and more eternally edifying) than CATS. Monthly support meetings to follow, we're hoping.
There was fun. Tim and I both served with the children's classes on Sunday morning. My group of girls is a treasure. His group of boys is a challenge. We love them all -- a humbling learning process.
There was exploration. Needing very desperately to research and write my monthly column for Parentwise, I insisted on taking the family to Waco (stop, ye non-Texans! I know what you're thinking, and it's really a decent place! And that was, what, fifteen years ago?) to the Mayborn Museum. A huge hit. Huge. (Hint: When taking your kids to a museum, always tell them that you're headed for an antique teapot museum. When you arrive at your actual destination, they'll be so thrilled and relieved, that an educational venue of any sort will be like an oasis in the desert of their dread.)
A great weekend, but ... not so restful. Would that explain why Mama was a leetle bit cranky today?
Pass the dark chocolate, please!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
by Shannon Hale, one of my current favorite authors (I love both her adult and YA fiction (oh, and her website)). Anyone (besides Anne) read it? What do you think? Plausible premise, devoted housewife falling into a friendship with a Hollywood actor? Plausible for the relationship to remain platonic?