
Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Halloween!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Weekend Warrior
Monday night - Soccer game boy #3
Tuesday - up at 4:00 a.m. to be at work by 5 for the go live of our hospital electronic medical record. Home around 6pm, something else happened but can't remember what and I fell into bed.
Wednesday- up early again, another soccer game for boy #3. Home cook 3 lbs of pasta for football team dinner on Thursday afternoon.
Thursday - work, run home, drop off boy #2 at field to watch girls soccer game. Run back home, change clothes, pick up boy#2 and drive to the football field for our Homecoming game (yes, weird... homecoming on a Thursday night) game was a blow out. Tides ahead 57 to 0 by half time. Final score 64 to 0 with everyone who was eligible to play getting to play.
Friday - work and then home. Drive to WalMart in Port Orchard to buy fabric to make costume for Boy #1 to wear to the homecoming dance on Saturday night.
For those who may not have the opportunity for this particular type of "adventure", let me share. When you walk in to WalMart on Friday night its like taking a trip to a whole other country - as in 3rd world trailer park country. I wandered around the store for a bit trying to see if I could put together a costume that would not require sewing (Homecoming theme was "Rome-coming" and Boy#1 wanted to go dressed as a Gladiator. Of course, the costume we found three weeks earlier while buying new football cleats wouldn't do). No such luck but I did find a t-shirt that said, "If the broom fits, ride it!" I was tempted but pumpkin orange isn't in my color palette. I tried not to stare at the multitude of families while I pondered, "how on earth did you find the time to have all those children in such a short period of time? And then it dawned on me - dad actually has two wives and they are sisters! How nice to have a family tree that goes straight up. Makes keeping track of things so much easier. Anyway, I digress. I did find a pattern and fabric (leather imprint vinyl). While waiting at the fabric cutting counter I was then treated to conversation that I can only describe as amazing. (Older woman doing the cutting -we had to repeat how much of each bolt of fabric we needed cut like three times. I know, she was just being thorough. Young girl/woman- old enough to apparently be married and joining the military but I'm quite certain not old enough to buy beer) were having the most fascinating discussion with "Joe" from the WalMart Oil change mart. Joe was complaining about how people just don't understand how hard their job is (while leaning on the fabric cutting counter in all his greasiness) and then explaining to Young Girl/Woman how he was going to help her get ready for boot camp including automatic weapons training. Then towards the end of my turn in line, Young Girl belches (and I do mean belch) to the mild chagrin of Older Woman who says, she always knows where to find Young Girl in the store. To which Young Girl responds, "Well I'm not going to hold it in and get a tummy ache!" Thankfully I only had to have three things cut and was able to leave before they shared any more with the lucky fabric crowd. On Saturday morning when Boy#1 arrived home and I showed him the pattern we had the following conversation:
Me: Yes
I guess capes fall into the category of things that you are never to old for. Four and a half hours later and....
My gladiator!
Sunday began with a trip into Tacoma to pick up the rest of the tux for Boy#2 to wear to his musical concert on Tuesday night (apparently one was supposed to have brought at check with oneself to school on Friday - yeah, communication not so good on this one). I get to the store only to find they are CLOSED! I counted to ten and headed into Costco where I managed to spend several hundred dollars on food items (how does this happen?) then dashed home for Boy#3's fourth soccer game of the week. Back home and now, its time to cook (Sunday are my cooking days). First I threw all the fixings for a turkey noodle soup into a pot - Yum, perfect fall dinner food. Then I mixed up a double batch of Halloween M&M cookies (did you know that Halloween M&M's are like purple and orange and black and brown? Not the most appetizing look in a cookie). And then because I'd had a craving all week for it, I made two apple pies. I had picked up about 6 or 7 Honeycrisp apples from the fruit stand up the road, so I peeled and sliced them...
To which I then added: (double this if you are making 2 pies): 1/2 c. flour, 1/2 c. sugar, 1/2 c. brown sugar, 2 tbsp. flour, 1/2 tsp. cinnamon, 1/2 tsp. nutmeg, 1/8 tsp. ginger, 1/8 tsp. ground cloves (I didn't have allspice), juice of one lemon. I stirred this all up (Yummy, could have eaten just that right out of the bowl) and poured the apple mixture into a deep dish pie shell. And no, I did not make my own pie crust. I see no reason to go all the trouble when Marie C. does such a great job for less than $3. Then because I wanted a crumbly top I topped the pies with a generous amount of low-fat honey granola I had. Then I baked them at 425 for 10 minutes, turned down the heat to 350 and baked them for another 40 minutes and....
Lord have mercy! These had to be the world's best apple pies! Boy #1 ate an entire half all by himself. (one tip, if you use granola, I would hold off putting it on top until you turn the oven down to 350. Some of my bigger chunks got a little too brown at the 425 heat).
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
It just can't be

It says, " Love the boy you were... Love the man you are..."
Inside: Love having you for a son. I may not be able to hold you
in my arms like I did when you were small but I will always
be able to hold you in my heart.
It's just amazing that the baby on the left became the boy/man on the right... and lest you think it was all sniffles on my part, there was a bit of humor to the whole event. Before I went to bed on the 8th we had the following text exchange:
Me: In less than 4 hours you will be 18!
T: Ha Ha, thanks mom!
Me: Yea we can laugh now but 18 years ago you were 2 weeks overdue and I'd been in labor for 12 hours and wasn't thinking it was too funny. Except that the epidural made my right leg so numb it kept falling off the bed and I couldn't move it back!
T: Thanks for the essay on my birth. Me being late is where I get my procrastination from - ha!
Me: You're welcome, you know me always trying to help! I think its where you get your drive and determination... You worked hard to get here!
Moving Out, Moving In, Part II - aka the Ex-orcism
So I'm sure some of you are wondering about the "Ex-orcism" part... well, let's just say that I'm back living in the same house that shared with "past life" (which I moved out of 3 1/2 years ago. Past Life is not living here) In that time there are have been other shall we say "occupants" (see how nice I'm being). My initial thought was to buy the largest sage bush I could find and set fire to it in the living room... while I generally have some pretty great ideas, that was not probably the all- around best one. My good friends A & N came up with this little gem of an "Ex-orcism kit" (and I want you to know that it worked very nicely, especially the red stuff in the bottles... though I believe for the ex-orcism to remain effective one needs to "re-exorcise" on a regular basis!)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Moving Out, Moving In - Part 1
September 7th - Neighbor's birthday (actually I think it might be the 6th but I thought it was the 7th or maybe it is the 7th and I got mixed up) anyway I was a day LATE! (the shame). Neighbor is a hard person to shop for because she has spent most of the past year fixing up her house and yard and so they are all cute and decorated now and so I was like Hmm, what do I get Neighbor? And then it struck me - Neighbor is going to be a mommy soon and every house needs a cookie jar! So I bought her a cookie jar and filled it with all our favorite cookie recipes. Then I wrapped it up to look like a cupcake (use your imagination a little people) I even found a card with dancing cupcakes on it!
I also made sure our cookie jar was kept full along with doing a fabulous job packing(yea, didn't do so well with that one), clean the house we were moving in to... did ok with that however moving out seemed to be more difficult than I remembered. First off, it rained on moving day - OF COURSE! While I was not at all entertained I'm quite sure that God, my neighbors and any one else watching me haul all of my outdoor plants (and I had an entire 14 ft truck load) up the metal ramp of the moving truck in the pouring rain (with the cart weighing in at more than I do) had quite a show. For the most part I did refrain from large outbursts of curse words, though had I been able to find my witches hat and magic wand I would have put more than a hex on the weather man! So much for the 20+ days of above 70 degree weather - I think the only day it rained the entire month was on the day I moved.
We interupt this comedy show to bring you this important announcement: Ashton Sage Evershed arrived safely (though late despite big sister telling her mother, "She needs to hurry up and get here, I've been waiting very patiently for a long time!" Aren't they cute!
I got picked to paint this new little chickie's bedroom and it came out well if I do say so myself. Court, you'll have to send me a pic to post when its all decorated.
And lastly, poor Libby was rather undone by all the company that came to visit (her mom's family) the moving boxes and just general chaos. She decided that she no longer liked Bo-Bo's house and frequently I'd find her waiting on the porch for her mommy to come home!
Poor little orphan Libby! Well, I hate to leave you all hanging in suspense but Moving Out, Moving In and Moving On will have to be continued. The internet is in tortoise mode and its taking 3-4 minutes to upload a picture and given that my patience rapidly diminished after 9 pm I'm heading off to my bed which is all nice and warm thanks to my heated mattress pad! (What can I say, apparently Prince Charming has decided to take a trip or two or three around the world before coming to rescue me!)