Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Indiana Turns BLUE!


I never thought that I would see the day that my former home state would turn blue.

According to www.270towin.com "Indiana joined the Union in December 1816. It has been primarily Republican throughout its history, and today is the “reddest” state in the Midwest. Since 1940, it has only voted Democratic in 1964, when Lyndon Johnson won a landslide over Barry Goldwater. In both 1992 and 1996, Indiana was an island of red, its borders not touching a single Republican-voting state in any direction. In 2004, George W. Bush defeated John Kerry 60% to 39%"

For as long as I lived there, I felt alone in a sea of Republicans. My "liberal" beliefs were often scorned, and looked on with disdain. Usually, the Democratic candidates for President didn't even bother to show up. They knew it was a losing battle.

So last night, after casting my useless unneeded Obama vote here in Illinois, I watched at a friends house intently as the results came in. The Indiana results refused to show. My Dad, who still lives in Indiana, called to tell me that it would be close. We left my friends house, and when we got home I flipped on the TV to discover in my 20 minute ride home that the election had been called for Obama.
I was shocked! It was over before 11 pm. Obama blew them all away!
But the Indiana results refused to come in. At that point, it was a worthless state for electoral votes anyway, but I just wanted to know.
I had to wait until this morning to find out that Obama had carried Indiana by 1%.
I had better enjoy it while I can, because I'm sure the next election will go back to the Republications. Old habits die hard. It's just a sign of how fed up everyone was that the citizens of Indiana broke tradition and went with "the other guy."
Fantastic!

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Here is Chicago

Recently, we moved the family to Chicago. Apparently, I'm destined to live my life as a wandering gypsy.
Anyone who knows me knows that I HATE MOVING. It really gets silly after a while. We are hoping with this move, if we HAVE to move, we can at least stay in the Chicago area. It's a big place.
So at the moment, we are staying with my in-laws. It's a little cramped. It's a little uncomfortable, and it's a little too much all at once.
All of our stuff is in a really big storage unit down the street. Occasionally, we have to make a storage run to get clothing or coats.
Recently, I accepted a new job with an insurance company. I'll be doing short term disability claims. It should be fun.
We are looking to move up into Chicago soon, so we will be able to get our junk out of storage.
Recently, we took the kids trick or treating in the old neighborhood. Scott dressed up like a Zebra and Sasha was a fairy. They were too cute.

Monday, October 06, 2008

Sweet Revenge Recipe


I just finished a book from one of my favorite authors, Diane Mott Davidson. In her books, her main character is a crime solving caterer. At the end of the book, she gives you the recipes from the story. Here is one I'm dying to try:

Pina Colada Muffins
1 cup dried pineapple plus an additional 12 pieces for garnish later.
1 cup dark Jamaican rum, optional
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tea baking powder
1/2 tea baking soda
1/4 tea salt
1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter
1 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1 cup dairy sour cream
1 tea vanilla extract
3/4 tea orange zest
3/4 cup sweetened flaked coconut

Place the pineapple in a small saucepan and pour the rum over it. Bring to boiling, then allow the pineapple to cool in the liquid for about 30 minutes. Drain the pineapple. Pat the pineapple dry with paper towels. Reserve 12 pieces, and roughly chop the remainder and set aside.

Preheat oven to 350. Thoroughly butter the top of a 12 muffing pan. This is to ensure early release of muffins after baking. Place paper lines in the 12 muffin cups.

Sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Set aside.

Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs, one at a time, and beat until the mixture is well combined. On low, mix in the sour cream, vanilla, and zest until combined. (Mixture will look curdled) Gently stir the flour mix, pineapple, and coconut into the butter mixture, stirring only until combined. Batter will be thick.

Using a 1/2 cup measure, measure a scant 1/2 cup batter into each liner. Top each muffin with a reserved piece of pineapple. Bake for 15-20 minutes, or until the muffins are puffed, golden brown, and a toothpick inserted in the center of the muffin comes out clean. Gently remove from pan. Serve hot or at room temp.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Laugh out Loud

Today, after serving my daughter Sasha a delicious lunch of tasty dino nuggets, I went into the other room to check my email. From the front room, I heard her laughing like crazy. When I went to investigate, I found the dog with a nugget in his maw, and Sasha laughing and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
When she saw me, she smiled, and high tailed it back to the kitchen to get another nugget for the dog, cackling like crazy the entire time.
Maybe we will dress her up like a witch for Halloween and hand out dino nuggets to all the trick or treaters.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Where Has My Mind Gone When It's Not Around Here?

**Orginally appered in the MOPS Spotlight, Vol 2 Issue 1 published Sept 9, 2008**

I’ve been scatterbrained lately. Really REALLY scatterbrained. So much so, that instead of being irritated at me for losing my car keys again, my husband just laughs and joins me in the search.
On a recent trip to the grocery, I realized I had lost my debit card. Franticly searching through all my pockets turned up nothing, so I paid with a check and went on my way. I knew the last time I had seen it was in the house, so I wasn’t really worried. A week went by, and still no card. Finally, I ordered a new one. On the day it arrived, I found the old one stuck between the flour and the rice in the pantry.
While eating lunch with my family at a local fast food place, I looked out the window to discover my drivers door was hanging wide open. My husband was worried that maybe someone had broken in, but no, it was just me being scatterbrained.
In the past year, I’ve walked into a Dr’s office on three separate occasions on the wrong day for an appointment.
I contend that I’m just too busy to notice. My kids are screaming, wet, hungry or bored. In short, they NEED me RIGHT NOW! My kids usually win out, leaving me frazzled and looking frantically for the item of the day. I can’t be bothered with silly things like writing dates down correctly or closing doors!
Like me, you may find yourself doing silly things or forgetting important dates. You may find yourself in the middle of a mess, with no diaper wipes or even diapers. What do you do? Why, ask other Mom’s for help. That’s why we are here.
I make a promise to you today. We will not judge you by the clothes your children wear and how many stains they are proudly showing off today. We will not think you are a bad Mom because you forgot the diaper bag at home with all the bottles and diapers. We know that kids scream, make messes, act unkindly, and in general can be a pain in the butt. We know that sometimes your husband just doesn’t get it. We know that sometimes you feel depressed, resentful and angry at life and EVERYTHING.
We understand, we will help. We will listen. We are MOPS!
Welcome to MOPS, where we all understand, because frankly, we have all been there ourselves.
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Monday, September 01, 2008

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Potty Training

I think potty training my son is the hardest thing I have ever done. It's harder than college and WAY harder than your first job.
We had tried training him before, but for a variety of reason, were unsuccessful. Being the laid back person that I am, I really don't care if he stays in diapers until he is 15 if he doesn't want to use the potty. But I decided that it might make other aspects of his life difficult. It's hard to go to the prom or play soccer if you have to stop and change your adult diapers every 10 mintutes. So I decided that IT MUST BE DONE!
My son had potty anxiety, which has made it difficult. With a variety of shameless bribes, he will now sit on it. Yesterday, he actually used the potty.
After much celebration (I didn't celebrate this much when Purdue won the Big Ten!) We put on the big boy underwear and took him to Toys R Us to pick out another bribe . . . I mean train!
He had never actually been to Toys R Us. I don't think it's a good idea to take small children into a store that has aisles and aisles of temptation right at their eye level and fingertips. This however, was a special occasion.
After picking out his train, I asked him if he wanted to help pick out a small toy for his sister. He really didn't want too. He wanted to go home and play with his new toy. However, he obliged me and we went to the girl aisles. We found her a little girl for her dollhouse.
I made a big deal about getting a present for his sister, because I'm trying to get him to be nicer to her. He picks on her constantly, pushing her down when he thinks I'm not looking and snatching her toys away from her, insisting that it's his turn.
Actually, I think he liked giving his sister her new toy. She sure liked getting a present from him. Her little eyes lit up when he handed her the bag and said, "I have a present for you, sister."
So in the end, It was more about sibling love than about the bribe. I think he learned two new things. One, it's good to use the potty before you wet your pants, and two, sisters aren't SO bad.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood!

I saw this on CNN and just had to share. I loved Mr. Rogers as a kid. I don't know why. He just seemed so nice and loving:
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(Mental Floss) -- Here are 15 things everyone should know about Fred Rogers:

Every one of Mr. Roger's cardigan sweaters was hand-knitted by Fred Rogers' mother.

Every one of Mr. Roger's cardigan sweaters was hand-knitted by Fred Rogers' mother.

1. Even Koko the Gorilla loved him. Most people have heard of Koko, the Stanford-educated gorilla who could speak about 1000 words in American Sign Language, and understand about 2000 in English.

What most people don't know, however, is that Koko was an avid Mister Rogers' Neighborhood fan. As Esquire reported, when Fred Rogers took a trip out to meet Koko for his show, not only did she immediately wrap her arms around him and embrace him, she did what she'd always seen him do onscreen: she proceeded to take his shoes off!

2. He made thieves think twice. According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town.

Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, "If we'd known it was yours, we never would have taken it." Mental Floss: Memorable commencement speakers

3. He watched his figure to the pound. In covering Rogers' daily routine (waking up at 5 a.m.; praying for a few hours for all of his friends and family; studying; writing, making calls and reaching out to every fan who took the time to write him; going for a morning swim; getting on a scale; then really starting his day), writer Tom Junod explained that Mr. Rogers weighed in at exactly 143 pounds every day for the last 30 years of his life.

He didn't smoke, didn't drink, didn't eat the flesh of any animals, and was extremely disciplined in his daily routine. And while I'm not sure if any of that was because he'd mostly grown up a chubby, single child, Junod points out that Rogers found beauty in the number 143.

According to the piece, Rogers came "to see that number as a gift... because, as he says, "the number 143 means 'I love you.' It takes one letter to say 'I' and four letters to say 'love' and three letters to say 'you.' One hundred and forty-three."

4. He saved both public television and the VCR. Strange but true. When the government wanted to cut public television funds in 1969, the relatively unknown Mister Rogers went to Washington.

Almost straight out of a Frank Capra film, his 5-6 minute testimony on how TV had the potential to give kids hope and create more productive citizens was so simple but passionate that even the most gruff politicians were charmed. While the budget should have been cut, the funding instead jumped from $9 to $22 million.

Rogers also spoke to Congress, and swayed senators into voting to allow VCR's to record television shows from the home. It was a cantankerous debate at the time, but his argument was that recording a program like his allowed working parents to sit down with their children and watch shows as a family. Mental Floss: Forgotten kids shows sure to give you nightmares

5. He might have been the most tolerant American ever. Mister Rogers seems to have been almost exactly the same off-screen as he was onscreen. As an ordained Presbyterian minister, and a man of tremendous faith, Mister Rogers preached tolerance first.

Whenever he was asked to castigate non-Christians or gays for their differing beliefs, he would instead face them and say, with sincerity, "God loves you just the way you are." Often this provoked ire from fundamentalists.

6. He was genuinely curious about others. Mister Rogers was known as one of the toughest interviews because he'd often befriend reporters, asking them tons of questions, taking pictures of them, compiling an album for them at the end of their time together, and calling them after to check in on them and hear about their families. He wasn't concerned with himself, and genuinely loved hearing the life stories of others.

And it wasn't just with reporters. Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec's house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host).

On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver's home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

7. He was color-blind. Literally. He couldn't see the color blue. Of course, he was also figuratively color-blind, as you probably guessed. As were his parents, who took in a black foster child when Rogers was growing up. Mental Floss: Praise for the blind genius who invented cruise control

8. He could make a subway car full of strangers sing. Once while rushing to a New York meeting, there were no cabs available, so Rogers and one of his colleagues hopped on the subway. Esquire reported that the car was filled with people, and they assumed they wouldn't be noticed.

But when the crowd spotted Rogers, they all simultaneously burst into song, chanting "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood." The result made Rogers smile wide.

9. He got into TV because he hated TV. The first time he turned one on, he saw people angrily throwing pies in each other's faces. He immediately vowed to use the medium for better than that. Over the years he covered topics as varied as why kids shouldn't be scared of a haircut, or the bathroom drain (because you won't fit!), to divorce and war.

10. He was an Ivy League dropout. Rogers moved from Dartmouth to Rollins College to pursue his studies in music.

11. He composed all the songs on the show, and over 200 tunes.

12. He was a perfectionist, and disliked ad libbing. He felt he owed it to children to make sure every word on his show was thought out.

13. Michael Keaton got his start on the show as an assistant. He helped puppeteer and operate the trolley.

14. Several characters on the show are named for his family. Queen Sara is named after Rogers' wife, and the postman Mr. McFeely is named for his maternal grandfather who always talked to him like an adult, and reminded young Fred that he made every day special just by being himself. Sound familiar? It was the same way Mister Rogers closed every show.

15. The sweaters. Every one of the cardigans he wore on the show had been hand-knit by his mother.

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Funny things kids say . . .

I was measuring my son's feet for new shoes with a measuring tape. He was hesitant at first, but then I measured MY feet and he was okay. He started asking me to measure his head, his arm, his hand. We were talking about how big his feet were. He then looked down and said, "I have a big wee wee. Can I measure my wee wee?"

Hahahahahahaha HA!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Funny things kids say . . .

My son went to bed last night at 5:30. He fell asleep with his regular clothes on, and even missed dinner. Then, he slept in a half an hour this morning. Sleeping in is a big deal for him, he wakes up on the dot 6 am every morning. We call him "Our little alarm clock". When he woke up, I said, "You slept and slept and slept little sleepyhead".
He then looked at me with a big smile on his face and said, "Mommy, I slept around."
Ha hahahahahhaha HA!