Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tonight's dinner made me cry
Since I am totally exhausted at the end of each day I have not been cooking much lately. However, when I figured out that we could almost purchase a crib with what we have spent on take out in the last 6 weeks I realized that needed to change. So I am looking for simple but yummy dinners. Monday was chicken alfredo, which is amazingly simple, and Tuesday was waffles. While I was manning the waffle iron my hubby made a comment that I am making really simple dinners lately. I jokingly said that next I would bust out my mom's old standby of macaroni & cheese and kielbasa. Much to my surprise he said that it sounded good and would actually eat it (why am I stressing out trying to make him fancy meals again?). So tonight I made Kraft Mac'nCheese and kielbasa (with a lot of ketchup) and it made me cry. I have not had that since before my mom died and it brought back great memories but made me really sad at the same time. I think we will be having this meal way more often. Until next time....
Monday, February 18, 2008
52 Weeks of Gratitude - Week #7
Today I am grateful for my wonderful husband. This pregnancy has been kicking my butt. I am so exhausted all the time that on the weekends I have no energy to do anything. So what does my hubby do yesterday? The laundry, clean that bathroom and kitchen and vaccums the entire apartment. Plus he never complains about it. The poor guy even cooked his own dinner and did not say a word. How wonderful is he?
Monday, February 11, 2008
52 Weeks of Gratitude - Week #6
Today I am grateful for all of you. Thanks for the wonderful comments about our little addition. This is such an exciting and scary time I am glad I have you all to "talk" to! Tonight I have picked up my needles for the first time in almost 2 weeks and worked on the blanket for the munchkin. Sometimes it still seems hard to believe that this is happening. Heck if I had not seen the baby on three ultrasounds I probably would still not believe it. Thanks again!
Monday, February 04, 2008
52 Weeks of Gratitude - Week #5
So I guess I need to finally come clean with you all, even though someone knows what is up already. So there is reason why I have been pretty MIA from here and the 'Bou on Wednesday nights. So today I can finally let you all know that I am grateful for being pregnant. Come September there will be a little munchkin invading our apartment. We can not wait!
Saturday, February 02, 2008
3rd Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Poetry Reading
One from my childhood.
Peanut-Butter Sandwich by Shel Silverstein
from the book Where the Sidewalk Ends
I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwhich
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"
Peanut-Butter Sandwich by Shel Silverstein
from the book Where the Sidewalk Ends
I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwhich
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"
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