Anniversary cont.!

There, now that the hooligans are all in bed, I may have a chance at completing a thought!

My parents gave us a card w/ a 'gift' that was enough for us to have a "Fam-iversary" dinner out with the kids, at an awesome restaurant Roscoe's Rockin' Buffet!   Roscoe himself was manning the 'to order' and carving station and I got a nice bowl of fresh, made to order, Chicken scampi with the rest of my yummy buffet treats!  He brings it right to the table and grates the parmesan cheese at the table.

          This is their Facebook info page  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Raymond-ME/Roscoes-Rockin-Buffet-Lounge/310240689395?v=info

Then home to my fabulous Carrot Cake!  My anniversary gift to my sweet hubby.  It was my mother's recipe that I adapted just a bit.

Here is the recipe:

Mix the dry ingredients-

2 C flour

2 tsp. baking powder

1 1/2 tsp. baking soda

1 1/2 tsp. salt

2 tsp. cinnamon

2 C sugar  (I have used splenda once making it for my diabetic father-in-law. It was ok but the texture was a bit different.

Next add one at a time, stirring after each-

1 1/2 C applesauce (my recipe) or oil (mom's)  

4 eggs, lightly beaten

2 C carrots shredded (apx 3-4 depending on size) love the food processor shredding blade!!

1 sm can crushed pineapple

1/2 C nuts  finely diced.  Usually walnuts, but pecans are good too.

1/2 C coconut

Raisins- I know there is no amount on here and always just eyeball it.  It's not written on my recipe either.  Someday I'll tell you the stories of my mom's recipe cards!  Anyway, if I have lots, I use lots. If the kids were in my baking stash, well, not so many.

Bake in 3 8" or 9" round cake pans, greased.  You may want to try the waxed paper circle in the bottom of the pan trick as the raisins like to stick. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes.

When totally cool, frost with a mix of-

1/2 C butter (use real, trust me!)

8oz cream cheese (can use the 1/3 less fat one if you are trying to be healthy)

1 lb. confectioner's sugar

Just frost the top of each layer and not the sides. I don't know why, its just the way my mom did it!!  

I have a new quote for you. One that is helping me on the days that I can't get out of my own way:

Nowhere near done is better that nowhere near started!

Happy Anniversary!

I just want to say Happy Anniversary to my sweet husband!  It has been eleven years today!

Happy Anniversary Onion Man!

My Onion Man! 

(hold on - dealing w/ a whiney child- no wonder I have no memory left!  I'm not ever allowed to complete a thought!)

I will have the story posted here later.  I'd love to write it now but, I just can't get thoses kids to go play instead of be right up my butt!

Wait, who just said that? Mom, stop speaking in my voice!

So, why the title of this blog.  Everyday is seems that I am not only getting older, but also more like my mother.  From the way I look to the things I say - I am becoming her.  It bothered me at first, this transformation into another phase of life but I guess like most things, you just get used to it.

What is really funny about it is that we are so WAY different that it seems impossible that I am becoming her!  She is organized, ordered, neat and tidy.  Well that skipped a generation!  She has the attention span that allows her to get things done.  Oh, shiny object!  I skip from one idea to the next at the blink of an eye.  (What was I saying?)  She is a total A type personality whereas I am a big B!  I think you are getting the picture. 

A recent example:
     The Old Home Association Picnic - Mom is the President of the Association and has been for years.  Me, yeah, don't want that responsibility!  What I do love up there though, in that very old one-room schoolhouse, is boiling the water and washing up the silverware in an old metal dish pan.  I'm pretty sure that we have been using that same bottle of thickened green dish soap for as many years as I have been washing!We use paper plates, but real silverware.  I enjoy the company of the person who dries as we catch up on a year's worth of news.  Many of these people I have only seen once a year for almost every year of my life.
This year my Aunt, the middle sister, wanted to wash up with me and asked if she could wash (my job!) while I dried.  Well the me that is still me and B-type thinks, "That's okay with me"  But the me that is my mother has to add, "Well, as long as you do it right the first time."  Did I just say that?!  We both looked at each other  and started to laugh.  "That's exactly what my sister would have said to me!" my aunt chuckles.  "I know!" I replied.

Hot Flashes and Heat Waves

     Ok, honestly, I was going to call the blog by this name then decided that I wanted to talk about more than the sweet 'mini summer vacations' that I have been taking lately.
     This, however, is the story that made me think, "Well, maybe someone out there would be interested in my weird little life."
     End of Summer 2010, in Maine.  We are having a heat wave exactly one week to the day that we took out the air conditioner.  Mind you these are the hottest days I think we have had all summer!

     Very hot tired momma comes home from work to greet her loving children.  They have the place spotless and dinner on the table.  They offer to rub her feet and throw in another load of laundry...  Oh sorry, I must have nodded off, 'cause this is totally the stuff of dreams!!!

     No I came home hot and tired, to hot, tired children in a hot, messy house.  Then...duh,duh,duhhhh... IT started.  That fabulous 'mini tropical vacation'  that causes me to do those 'S' words, sweat and swear!  I am not a potty mouth in general but the hormones speak on their own!  I felt like I was being cooked from the inside out!
  
      After the usually crankiness that comes with this kind of day the momma sends the kids to bed.  While relaxing on the computer, she has 2 drinks going. One is a large water and the other, a cup of cubed watermelon topped with Tastefully Simple's Watermelon Margarita Slush. <--Yummy!
      She sets the computer down and -Whoosh!  There goes the water, all over the carpet.  "Damn it!" she says.  Momma gets up and cleans it up.  Then, just after the hiney hits the chair and the computer is being lifted - Splat! The watermelon slush tips off the other side of the coffee table and directly on top of her clean, just folded clothes. "G** DAMN IT" (I told you- the hormones speak on their own.)
     As the mad woman proceeds to slam things around in the act of cleaning, and having a terrible, loud, hissy fit, her unsuspecting teenage son walks up the stairs.  He asks, "What is going on up here?"  "Don't. Speak. To. Me," she snarls at him.  Poor innocent child.  No one has taught him yet to not make eye contact with a crazy woman in mid-rant.  He should have taken notes from his father who was quietly sitting in his chair not making any sound, any sudden moves or any eye contact.
    She calms down.
    Then, the crying begins.  The momma is so mad at herself for totally losing it - again.  She decides to treat herself like the kids and have a closed water bottle in the living room.  She takes a sip and screws the cap back on.  Or not.  A few minutes later, she moves her foot right into a puddle of water.  The cap, like her head, was NOT screwed on right.  "Are you FREAKING kidding me?!"  Then she laughs and cries at the same time, completely confusing her poor husband.  Good thing he loves her so much and has invested 11 years into the marriage!
     The End.  But not really.  Because when she later headed to bed, after stepping on a loud paper bag, in the dark, in her doorway, she trips on a laundry basket and does a Dick Vandyke style fall half onto her bed. Now she's pissed, dripping in sweat and unable to sleep.  Hello Nick at Night.
     The End.

Hello Everyone!

Good evening!  So I thought I would try my hand at blogging.  We all have our stories that we want or need to tell, but not always someone that wants to hear them!  On this blog I can tell my stories and not worry if I am entertaining you or boring the heck out of you. I've been known to verbally repeat stories once or twice (or twenty times)  This way there is written evidence I can check before going into my story!

This blog may end up being a little ADDish because I have a lot of different interests.

For anyone reading this that doesn't know me- I love reading, baking and jewelry making, sewing, stitching and sometimes *itching.  I crave chocolate and believe it to be medicinal.  I have very special friends that are all so different but I love them all.  There are 5 of us in a 24x40 ranch with one bathroom.  2 daughters, a son and a dear hubby all share that one bathroom.

 The teenage son is now asking for his turn on the computer so I will say goodnight and post more trivial info tomorrow.  Good night!