jump to navigation

It’s been awhile… July 1, 2010

Posted by clumsyraine in Family, Shootin' the breeze.
add a comment

I am going to try to get back in the habit of blogging… I think I will want a place to keep up with everything as we get into our new life as full time parents. That would be very, very soon.

So… to get reacquainted:

We’re pregnant!! Baby boy is due at the end of August. No, he doesn’t have a name yet. Nothing feels right… I keep asking him what his name is, but he isn’t sharing. I have around 8 weeks left… I feel pretty good physically. I am really enjoying this experience. 🙂 My only complaint is the swelling – my feet don’t fit in my nice roomy sandals anymore. (Someone at the clinic called them “cuuute!”) Oh, and my right hand has gotten all carpal-tunnel-y (swollen, numb/tingly, likes to drop things). Both are annoying, but perfectly normal for this stage. Much more concerning is all the stuff we haven’t yet accomplished as far as getting the house ready. Must. get. moving. Soon.

Olivia is 7 and thrilled to have a baby brother coming. She’ll be in the second grade in the fall. We still love her to death. She stays busy practicing her reading and writing, and drawings lots and lots of pictures for everyone she’s ever met.

Harry’s cooking at Whataburger again. Night shift sucks, but at least he has work. I’m still working for the same oil & gas company, praying for some prarie chickens (sage grouse?) to get out of the way in Wyoming so we can have our leases and start drilling already. We’re back in my mom’s house, which isn’t too stressful for anyone most of the time. We’ve still got 3 cats, just not the same 3 as when I was writing before. Stitch disappeared a few summers ago. We still have Ashes (7) and Kiko(5), and they have a new little (ha) brother named Harley(3). He weighs more than the girls do put together.

Aaand… that’s basically where we all stand. Pretty boring, I know.

I feel like I should add a warning label before I finish up… So, fair warning: if you hang around you will likely encounter thoughts and discussions about natural child birth, breastfeeding, cloth diapering, babywearing, and so forth… I am a crunchy mama in the making. And very excited about it!


Famous last words November 29, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in Food, NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze.

Remember when I said the other day that I hoped we weren’t getting in over our heads?

I obviously forgot to find some wood to knock on when I wrote that.

Harry took a few nice sparkly pre-order sign up sheets for baked goods with him to work today. He called me at 8am to tell me he’d filled up 3 pages and had made more copies. He called me at 10am to tell me he’d hit up another building down the way (still part of his company) just for good measure.

He took 51 orders from 36 people.

We tallied up orders over the phone on his lunch break. Next week, I’ll be making roughly:

3-4 batches of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies (approx. 6 dozen cookies per batch);
4 batches of oatmeal raisin cookies (approx. 4 dozen cookies per batch); and
6-8 batches of blonde brownies (approx. 3 dozen brownies per batch).

I think it’s a really good thing NaBloPoMo is over tomorrow.

What do you want for your birthday? November 28, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze.
add a comment

I hate that question. I don’t know why – I can have a wishlist a mile long, but when someone asks me that question (like my mom did tonight), my mind goes ____________.

I really can’t think of anything worth asking for. Sure, I’ve got a ton of cds and dvds I wouldn’t mind having. It just doesn’t seem like any of them are worth wasting a request for a gift on.

Oh, bother.

I need a muse. November 27, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in Food, NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze.
1 comment so far

I really don’t feel like writing. Which makes me wonder, what will keep me posting once November is over?

When Harry went back to work on Friday, I sent a large pan of leftover cookies and brownies and some of my mom’s fudge with him. The pumpkin cookies went lickety-split, and he got several recommendations that we sell them in the coming weeks. So, even though it sounds like lunacy to me, I guess we’re selling pumpkin cookies.

To me, that meant making up a batch or two, packing them up by the half-dozens, and sending him off to work with them. But he’s wanting to take it so far as getting pre-orders, and being much more organized about it. And then somehow, the pumpkin cookies multiplied and we’re also selling my personal favorite, blonde brownies, along with an old recipe for oatmeal raisin cookies that I ate tirelessly in college, but haven’t actually made since I graduated.

I hope we’re not getting in over our heads.

Whoa nellie November 24, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in Food, NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze, step-munchkin.
add a comment

I didn’t get to NBPM day 24 just to screw it all up! But I just headed to bed and nearly completely blew it. So I came back for a short and sweet story about compromise. (We take Olivia home Sunday afternoon, so I’ll have to start thinking up my own ideas again… drat!)

We drove out to Hobbs to visit my cousin Lynn today (my mom, Olivia & me). While we were there, Livi spotted Lynn’s candy stash and asked if she could have some. We told her she could pick one piece after lunch.

We all got in my mom’s truck later on and headed to Western Sizzlin’ for lunch, and of course, the sweets were at the forefront of Olivia’s thoughts.

“We’re going to eat lunch,  and then I can have some candy?” she asked.

“Yes, you can pick a piece of candy after lunch, but you have to eat a really good lunch, ok?”

“OK. But DON’T put any green beans on my plate, OK?”

Measuring Success November 23, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in Food, NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze.
add a comment

Anyone else think the way to measure the success of a holiday meal is by the amount of time it takes you to fit the leftovers into the fridge?

Some raisins are not for eating November 22, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in Food, NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze, step-munchkin.
1 comment so far

A day or two ago, I left Olivia in the bathtub longer than I normally do because I was straightening up the bathroom and the sink area just outside the bathroom door while Harry was straightening up the closet and changing the cat boxes, and it was nice to have her safely out of the way. (I was only like 3 feet away from her, of course; we have a really small apartment.) She was quite pruny when she got out, but figuring she wouldn’t be as likely to know what a prune was, when I saw her examining her wrinkly fingers I told her they looked like raisins.

She cocked her head slightly, then slowly stuck her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it a little.

“It doesn’t taste like a raisin?” she said quizzically.

I was too busy quieting the huge snort that almost escaped to remember the rest of that conversation.


When I had pulled the fourth or so pan of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies (Go now! Make them! They are awesome!) from the oven, and reminded Olivia for the four hundredth or so time do. not. touch. It. Is. HOT., she reached up and jabbed a finger at the cookie sheet.

In the few seconds it took for her to register the pain through the shock, I had already spun around and grabbed a medicine cup from the drainer, and poured some ice cold water from the bottle I had on the counter into it, and stuck her finger in it.

(Is that anywhere near the right thing to do? I know cold water is what I want when I burn myself… which is fairly often because I’m a clutz in the kitchen… but really, I have no clue…).

While she quieted the sobs that had started to build, I hugged her for a minute and explained that the cool water would help keep it from hurting. Once she was still sniffling but reasonably calm, I went back to spooning cookies onto the next pan. She was standing on her step-stool next to me, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as she would pull her finger out every couple of minutes, look at it until she began to mutter “ow, ow ow” and place it back into the cup.

I got distracted, probably swapping cooked cookie pans from the oven for raw ones, so I wasn’t looking at her when she exclaimed,

“Don’t eat it!!!”

I froze. “Don’t eat what???”

“My finger. It might look like a raisin, but you CANNOT eat it.”


Once upon a time… November 21, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze, step-munchkin.

…there was a fair maiden who became afflicted with a dreaded affliction. This afflcition fell upon the fair maiden anytime she failed in her mission to avoid infectious contact with the wee princess in her charge.

Following a long stretch wherein the maiden avoided the affliction, she grew careless in her efforts at preventing it from taking hold, and soon found herself inadvertently drinking from the wee one’s water cup. And so it began…

The fair maiden found herself the next day with an inexplicably persistent headache. It was unresponsive to medications for such things, and she pondered the origins of the little beast.

Upon awakening the following morning, the veil of confusion was lifted. Yea, with her throat a great deal swollen, and her nose as if a field of cotton had blossomed within overnight, things became quite clear.

The dreaded Daycare Plague was indeed upon her! Woeful was the fair maiden; she’d been down this path before. As long as she avoided eating or drinking after the wee princess, she could be fairly safe, but in sharing a drink with the wee one, she had brought the plight upon herself. Her only course of action was to ply herself with Zicam (the new nectar of the gods) and wish for an early death.

Or, an early bedtime. Which was won by bribing the wee angel with a bedtime movie.

The one where I have nothing to say November 20, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in Food, NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze.
add a comment

Seriously… nothing to say. It’s day 20 of NaBloPoMo! 2/3 of the way there… it doesn’t seem like it really. The idea that I’ve posted 20 times in the last 20 days just escapes me; did I really? Neat 🙂

This was our last lazy day this week, and it’s only Monday! Tomorrow will be my shopping day, because I refuse to go anywhere near Wal-Mart on the day before Thanksgiving (Wednesday night is my usual grocery night). Even if I was going by myself, it would be out of the question, but the thought is even more absurd since Olivia will be with me. As it is, I think she and I will go right after lunch tomorrow when she’s full and happy.

My list feels like it’s a mile long, and I’m not even cooking the “real food.” I’ll make a lasagna (meat-free) to go with the turkey my mom is making, so that I’m not stuck just eating veggies. (What kind of vegetarian am I, right?) But mainly, I’ve got the dessert duty. I think my mom is making a cobbler, and she already made fudge over the weekend. My husband requested 2 pans of blonde brownies, and because I feel bad for him marrying into a not very pumpkin-oriented family, I decided to make the pumpkin cookies I saw on Kerflop’s site. Luckily for our waistlines, most of the fudge, brownies, and cookies will get divided up for goodie boxes to go to work with my husband, and home with my step-daughter.

So… yeah, Tuesday shopping. Wednesday, baking/cooking (if I don’t start some of it Tuesday). Thursday, eeeeating. Friday, probably going to visit family out of state (day-trip). Weekend, who knows. Maybe a quick trip to the in-laws.

Thursday morning, Livi & I are going to go to my mom’s early to watch the parade, and I’m going to make french toast. I have a fantastic recipe (will probably post it later this week) and my mom recently told me she’s NEVER had french toast. (Which is obviously why I never had it before a year or two ago.) So, we will remedy that situation shorly.

We still have no idea whether or not Harry will have to work. The topic just flat hasn’t even come up at work, which baffles me – aren’t other people trying to plan meals and trips?? How can people not be anxious to find out these things? It makes no sense.

On a side note, I guess you realize times are desparate when you’re willing to put the Sesame Street sing-along tape back into circulation after it was “accidently” retired to our sock drawer a few months ago (if we had heard “Roll Over” one. more. time…). But right now? If I have to hear Pop Goes the Weasel or the Hokey Pokey one. more. time….

ESP November 19, 2006

Posted by clumsyraine in NaBloPoMo, Shootin' the breeze, step-munchkin.
1 comment so far

When I decided to post about the skunk for the Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt, I thought about digging him out and staging something really cute, with the step-kid and/or the cats, and/or the hubs, or just with the skunk itself. But laziness won (not to mention the trillion things we were running around doing at the end of last week preparing for keeping Olivia for all of Thanksgiving week, and since picking her up yesterday morning), and I just pulled up the best picture I had of the skunk; it was from the first place we lived, an old rundown trailer house.

The only thing it had going for it was that it was easily 200-300 sq feet larger than the apt. we have now. But, you know, I think the trade off for losing the scorpions, the holes in the floor from the 400 lb man that lived there before us, and keeping warm in the winter by using my hair dryer as our sole source of heat, was worth it. But it means we have alot of stuff still in boxes that we just plain don’t have room to unpack (even though we’ve been here for 2 years). The skunk was a victim of this; he hasn’t seen the light of day since we moved.

Apparently, this morning Olivia was climbing around the corner of our bedroom where most of these boxes are stacked, and she caught a glimpse of the skunk. She came to me and said, “Can I play with your teddy bear?”

That question isn’t unusual around here, but it also is about as generic as they come. We have a pretty good sized menagerie, a good bit of which is out of her reach (stuffed animals with sentimental value – from our childhood, or courtship). “Which one?”

“The red one,” she says. “Where is it?” “In that box!” she says with a flourish.

Now I know what she’s talking about! “Oh! That’s not a teddy bear, it’s a skunk!” Her eyes get wide, “a skunk? Can I play with it?”

“Um…. it’s bigger than you are, kiddo…”

“Can I please play with your big red skunk, please?” How can I resist? She’s helping me with a photo op.

As I get into the box, I see the cats have been here – there are shredded cardboard bits from the sides and top of the box stuck to the skunk’s fur. I pull him out, and as I’m picking pieces of paper off of him meerkat-style, I ask her if she knows what Valentine’s Day is (“Yes! It’s for giving presents to my mommy and my grandma and my aunt and my teacher!”) I tell her about how I gave it to her Daddy because I love him so very much. She’s grinning and hopping with excitement.

She spots the heart on his tail and asks what it says, and then without waiting for an answer she tells me, “it says ‘Love Skunk.'” I stifle a giggle and tell her it actually says “You’re Sweet.” She nods like that was obvious – “Yep. ‘You’re a sweet Love Skunk.'”

Finally, the thing is confetti free and I hand it over. She goes running um, lumbering from the room with it yelling “Daddy! I have your skunk!!” He didn’t know what we were up to, so that was a nicely surprising sight for him to see.