****** Well, the hubby had a birthday last week. 43. That makes me almost 41.
Hmmm. Now I’ll be IN my 40’s.
See, when you turn 40…it’s kind of like the top of the 30’s…now 41 is actually over the top (it’s not a hill, just a top…like a muffin top) and into the next decade.
OK- it’s my little fantasy…let me have it!
But hey, this is about him anyway right?
Happy Birthday Hubby!
****** Cooking for 12 at the drop of a hat
I’ve never been so happy that I bought all the ingredients for a double batch of White Chili! 12 people showed up at our house to ride motocycles on our motocross track.
It’s so fun to use words like…”I threw this together when I saw you were all here.” As if I’m some sort of always prepared – on top of it all – kind of woman.
My friend said, “my throwing something together is grilled cheese sandwiches, yours is chicken chili!”
I was honest and admitted that I thought we may have riders over and I stocked up.
They came to ride motorcycles, they left with full bellies, better than a sharp stick in the eye.
White chili Double batch (in case 12 people come):2 large glass jars of Northern beans (not drained) 1 large (Hi-C fruit juice size) can chicken broth 1 small can of chopped green chili’s 1 large chunk of monterey jack cheese shredded 1 large chunk of pepper jack cheese shredded 3-4 cooked and cubed chicken breasts Throw it all together until the cheese is melted. Always awesome the second day! Top with a dollop of sour cream if you so desire and serve with slices of Italian or French bread
*****Steph took her driving test last week
After the road test, the almost 16 year old daughter decides she wants to stop at KFC for some raspberry tea. Being the cool Mom, I’m all about it, after all- 3 year old daughter is home with Dad- so she swings into the drive thru with our jumbo-size Excursion.
As we sit and converse about her new life as a driver and the freedom she is about to experience (and I smile and carry on while cringing and weeping on the inside because my baby is not going to need me anymore…) now that she can drive herself around town…(more internal weeping)…
Suddenly we realize that the car in front of us is slowly creeping backwords….
…I notice it’s reverse lights on…
…it starts to pick up speed…
…as it comes within inches of slamming
(maybe not slamming…maybe bumping…but slamming sounds so much more exciting)
…into us, I yelled BEEP!!!
(not AT the car mind you…it was an order to my daughter to warn this obviously confused person)
and as I’m yelling, Steph throws the truck into reverse causing the truck to fly backwards at an alarming rate of speed and with tires screaching she lays on the horn.
The crazy-backwards driving person- slams on their brakes and stops abruptly as we jerk backwards. I couldn’t tell if he hit us or not.
My daughter throws it into park and jumps out of the truck….I seriously thought this child was about to rip the guys head off! I couldn’t believe my eyes.
She looks at the front of the truck and sees that we did not collide with one another as the man steps out of his car. He apologizes and thankfully she smiles and nods while climbing back into the truck.
It was so much more exciting than parallel parking.
******* Seeing myself in my kids…
Lately Lauren is telling on me in a big way. The other day she dropped her marker on the floor and made this loud huffing…sigh-like…kind of growly noise. My husband’s head swung towards me so fast I’m sure he got dizzy, as I shrunk back into the couch.
There it was. She’s got my growl. That’s not good.
But it was funny! The first time…..
So, now she does it all the time and the cuteness is gone. All that’s left is the blinding reminder of my lack of patience and discrection.
Ok, ok…but in my defense, she also feels the need to pray anytime someone is hurt, especially the dog. Not that the dog gets hurt much, ( I promise) but the other day she was limping and Lauren kept asking me to pray and she would bow her head so cute and…shouldn’t that count for something!
Have a good weekend!