The party went really well. No rain! Everyone had a great time. We had plenty of food, much alcohol was consumed, and the neighbors didn't call the police, despite the noise and grilling more hamburgers at 1am. Son #1 was still wide awake at 2:30am, much to my surprise. I think he just wanted to prove he could be an "adult." Son #2 begged me to put him to bed at about 12:30am. He is the smart one!
There were a few times on Thursday and Friday I thought I was going to end up on Snapped, but I'm happy to report my husband is still alive and we're still married.
We had a few people who RSVP'd they were coming but didn't show up. I hate that. You would think we would have heard some sort of explanation by now but no, nothing! I think that is beyond rude. And I know my husband is mad/disappointed because one of the offenders is a good friend.
I am officially all partied out. After hosting my sister's birthday party in late April, then Mother's Day, and now The Event, I'll be perfectly happy to not host a party again until Son #2's birthday in October.
I am now chanting, I love my husband, I love my husband, I love my husband ... but, if I get home today and the pool isn't open and filling with water, you may see me on the news.
I'm just sayin'
Stress over this party has finally gotten the better of me and I have decided to take the rest of the week off. It's really the only way to make sure everything gets done. Sadly, yes, this is code for babysitting my husband to keep him moving along.
We will not be going to pick out our puppy on Saturday. Thankfully, the breeder is available on late Friday afternoon so that will work so much better. I cannot wait to get my hands on these puppies!
Take a look at this yumminess that I picked from my garden this week. Nothing beats fresh strawberries!
I have strawberries, yellow squash, carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes growing. I can't wait for that bounty to start producing.
My favorite people, weather forecasters, are now predicting 90 degrees and hot and humid for the day of The Event. The good thing is that The Event doesn't start until 4pm so it should start to cool slightly by the time our guests arrive. I ordered tables and chairs today and did not order a tent. I sincerely hope this is not a mistake!
As if we didn't have enough going on this weekend, our breeder is asking us to come to her house to choose our puppy on Saturday. Yeah, sure, I can squeeze that in! She lives an hour away ... plus puppy picking time ... then an hour back ... all the while knowing I have 50+ people arriving at my house at 4pm. I'm still trying to decide if we can do this. Meanwhile, I counteroffered to come on Friday, late afternoon or early evening. I'm even willing to pull the boys out of school if I have to!
I need to stop browsing the internet for recipes. I think I need an intervention. I find so many yummy things to make, that I really want to make, but probably won't have time to make. I suppose my thighs and the thighs of my friends will thank me.
It may or may not shock you to know that I ordered a cake for The Event. My sister is the cake master in our family and I usually instruct beg her to make the cake. But I was having trouble finding a cake idea I liked without being morbid about turning 40. So instead, I went for funny. I can't wait to pick it up!
When I keep thinking about what I still need to do to set up for this party, my head starts to spin. I almost wish I took the rest of this week off from work!
I was a woman on a mission this past weekend. My plans for Friday night were hindered when I got home (late) from work and realized I left my purse under my desk in my office. Have I ever mentioned I drive 17 miles to a train station, park, and then take a 20 minute train ride to work, followed by a short foot commute? No? Well, then you can see the problem this presented!
I was able to get much accomplished this weekend in the yard in preparation for The Event to be held at my house on the 26th. I'm now officially calling it The Event since it seems as though my husband has invited anyone and everyone he's known since birth.
When we first moved into this house, this fence used to be lined with pine trees. The pine trees actually fell down during the spring of 2009 when it rained for 9 straight days. The ground was just so wet they just fell over. Last spring we finally paid a landscaper to come in and rip out the rest of the stumps, add a french drain and line the back of the fence with river rock to help deal with all the water. It has helped some but not as much as we hoped.
Anyway, we never planted any bushes or anything until now:
I actually like looking out my kitchen windows now! Finally, it's done. I'm sure it will be fun trying to keep the new puppy away from the plants but we'll deal with that when the time comes.
And whoever says cats aren't smart ... hasn't met my cat:
Son #2 is on the small side. He always has been and it doesn't help that he has a late birthday. He's currently finishing up 2nd grade and he won't turn 8 until after he has started 3rd grade. When it was time for him to start school, we did pause to consider his size, wondering if it would be better to hold him back an extra year. In the end, we decided against it because we didn't want to hold him back academically just becase he was short.
He normally rides the bus to school and one morning at the beginning of the school year, he was getting off the bus and heading into the gym to his classroom line. One of the morning aides stopped him because she thought he was heading to the wrong line. The aide was trying to put him into a Kindergarten line. He was mortified. He kept telling her he was in 2nd grade but she didn't believe him. Finally, another boy from his class noticed the commotion and came over to confirm that yes, he was indeeed a 2nd grader!
Lately his size is becoming more of an issue for other kids. Kids are mean. I really don't remember kids being this mean when I was kid! There are two boys in our neighborhood who are in Kindergarten this year and they are bigger and taller than my son. They like to pick on him, calling him various names.
Last night I had yet another talk with the group of kids who were playing on my front lawn. I asked them to stop the naming-calling, to be nice to one another and to remember how it feels when someone makes a mean comment about you. Then I reminded all of them that just because he's short now, doesn't mean he won't be taller than you some day!
It's times like this I want to throw his success in school in their faces. Childish, I know ... but it's hard to watch your flesh and blood be sad over something he cannot control.
My husband turned 40 this week. I'm happy to report he survived the experience because it was touch and go there for a few days. We're having a party to celebrate later this month and it's morphing into an event instead of just a party. I'm now totally paranoid it's going to rain and if so, we are royally up a creek without a paddle. I'm speaking literally because we often have standing water issues in our backyard if we get a lot of rain.
Guest list? Check!
Invitations sent? Check!
Pool opening scheduled? Check!
Yard work ~ in progress
Menu ~ in progress
In the midst of this, I was somehow elected to host and cook for Mother's Day this weekend. Not really how I envisioned spending the day ... but I'll take one for the team.
On a completely unrelated note, our future new puppy was born on April 17th and we will be heading to the breeder's home soon to pick the puppy who will join our family. I spoke to the breeder last night and the puppies are just starting to walk and move around. Only a few more weeks before we are in puppy heaven and hell simultaneously!
I realized over the weekend that I've been slacking the in baking department lately, mostly due to the home renovations projects that are still on-going. And for whatever reason (PMS), I began craving homemade donuts and remembered a recipe that I had clipped and tucked away. When I realized I actually had all of the ingredients on hand, well, you know what happened next.
I mixed up the batter like so,
while I was waiting for this baby to heat up!
Then dropped the batter by teaspoon into the donut-crevices and generously sprinkled cinnamon sugar on top before I closed the lid.
Two and a half minutes later - it's insane how quickly this thing bakes! - I had these:
For added fun and calories, I gently topped the donuts with spray butter and more cinnamon sugar when they cooled.
The verdict? Really really good! Son #2 loved them. Son #1 wouldn't try them (he has issues - I could devote an entire blog to his eating issues! lol)
The recipe (clipped from a magazine, but I do not recall which one):
Apple Cider Doughnuts
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
3/4 cup apple cider, plus more for brushing
1/2 cup reduced-fat sour cream (I used regular sour cream b/c that's what I had)
2/3 cup packed dark-brown sugar
8 tsp unsalted butter, melted
1 tbsp fresh ginger, peeled and grated (I used jarred ground ginger)
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 tsp ground cinnamon
Whisk flour, baking soda and salt. In a separate bowl, mix remaining wet ingredients. Add wet mixtures to flour mixture; whisk until smooth.
Use the babycakes donut maker like I did above ... or bake at 325 degrees using a 6-indentation donut pan sprayed with non-stick cooking spray. Bake at 325 for 13-15 minutes, or until donuts spring back when lightly pressed. Once cool, brush tops withs apple cider (I used spray butter) and toss in cinnamon sugar to coat.
My husband and I have been together for a long time. We dated for five years before we married and later this year we will celebrate our 12th year of marriage. Most of my adult life has been spent with this man. As with any relationship, we've certainly had our ups and downs over the years but lately I felt as though things were on the up ... so this why the lie really threw me.
We had a long talk on Friday night and he clearly understands why I was so upset. He apologized profusely and we're moving past it.
That's what I'm calling myself this week. My mind is preoccupied and as a result, the blog suffers. Sometimes I have too much to say and other times I'm grabbing a straws.
My husband lied to me. A flat out blatant lie about something stupid, but still a lie. I did confront him and he came clean and explained but it's the underlying why that's still bothering me and I'm not sure what to do.