My husband, Craig, has been attending the WCHA Final Five hockey tournaments in St. Paul, MN, for twelve years. The group of guys he goes with start planning for the trip around Thanksgiving, and then reminisce about last year's trip from the second they get home until they start the planning process all over again.
It's kind of annoying.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop them from making the annual trek.
Once, when Murray was just four months old, I came down with a nasty stomach flu. I was in the emergency room being treated for dehydration, and Murray had yet to be away from me overnight. My crying, screaming, begging, throwing up and passing out didn't even change Craig's mind about going to the tournaments. That night, I had no choice but to send tiny Murray to his grandparent's home (thank goodness they live in our town).
I really, really wanted to throw a rock at Craig's head that day; I don't think I've ever been so mad at him.
WCHA has never been a negotiable subject in our marriage. March means WCHA with the boys, and no matter what happens, he's there. I could be giving birth, and he'd probably leave me in the hands of a stranger just to get to the games.
Now, DH is not a bad guy. In fact, he's a great guy. But, when it comes to hockey, he's like a crack addict on a mission. I'm not exaggerating.
This is what happens:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waU43gypbs4&feature=player_detailpage#t=8s (Sorry, I don't know how to embed this, but trust me, the clip is worth your time).
Yes, that is Craig. The man I married.
So, I'm thinking, that after eight years of this, it's my turn to start an annual tradition. Somewhere sunny in mid-January, perhaps. Cocktails on the beach, anyone?
And surely, I'm a better dancer than he.
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Introducing Molly
This is Molly:
It's been a busy day in dog land, but I'm guessing everyone will sleep well.
Except for Craig and I. We'll be up checking on Molly tonight, to make sure she's comfortable.
Molly is our first foster dog. Already, we're in love with her.
She arrived this afternoon, after being transported from the only home she's known for her nine years of existence. Molly had three volunteers to transport her to our home, so she had a pretty big day.
Molly is an angel. She has literally had a grin on her face since she arrived, and her tail wags constantly. She's really matted, and very smelly, but that will be rectified on Monday at our groomer. She's extremely gentle, but again, she really needs a bath. Pee yew! In the mean time, she's safe and getting LOTS of attention.
In addition to the much anticipated arrival of Molly, we got to puppy-sit for Baylee. She was one of the easiest puppies I've ever met. We fell in love with her, too (so did Rudy).
Except for Craig and I. We'll be up checking on Molly tonight, to make sure she's comfortable.
Date Night With Oysters
Since the day we've been married, Craig and I have carved out time for just the two of us. "Date night" has been a super important aspect of our marriage.
Lately, when we have date night, (we try to have an evening alone at least once a month, more if our schedule allows) we send Murray somewhere overnight, slip into comfy clothes, and cook something fabulous in the comfort of our own kitchen. Then we spend the evening sharing delicious food, wine, conversation, a movie or mean game of Scrabble or Rummy.
But we do love to treat ourselves to dinner out once in a while. Ruth's Chris Steakhouse is one of our favorites, as well as Axel's, but since we don't have either restaurant here in Moorhead, we have to get creative. Thankfully, that's not hard to do. Little ol' Moorhead, MN has some gems for fine dining.
Sarello's, a tiny, exclusive Italian reservation-only restaurant is where Craig took me on our third date. Usher's House, which has great food and a fabulous view of the river, is another favorite. But, hands down, the best restaurant (in our opinion) in Moorhead is John Alexander's.
Last night we got dressed up, dropped off little guy, and off we went. Craig wouldn't tell me what he had in mind, so I was pleasantly surprised when he drove us to John Alexander's, only a few blocks from our house.
We weren't disappointed. We never are when we eat there. Soft lighting, quiet conversation, a fabulous menu - we were feeling all swanky and relaxed and giddy. We ordered an excellent bottle of Pinot Noir.
And oysters on the half shell for an appetizer:
Photo credit
Although I love seafood, this was my first time eating oysters. I found them to be surprisingly delightful. John Alexander's has their oysters shipped daily, so they couldn't have been more fresh unless we were dining in Nantucket (I think it's true that oysters are an aphrodisiac, ahem, blush).
For the main course, we each ordered the Steak Alexander, which is a beautiful cut of petite tenderloin grilled to perfection (medium rare for us) served with crisp asparagus and choice of creamy mashed potatoes (like no other we've ever eaten) or Tomato Basil Orzo (again, like no other). Our taste buds were absolutely jumping for joy. We lingered over the last of our wine and left feeling like newlyweds.
Next we went for a drink and a bit of Gopher Hockey at JC Chumley's - The Cheers Bar of Moorhead.
We were home by eight, snuggled up on the couch talking and watching "X-Men." Certainly not my choice, but considering Craig always rents us a "chick flick", I decided it was his turn. Besides, compromise is an important ingredient of any healthy relationship.
Besides providing you with a local restaurant review (you're welcome), my point is this: Don't forget to bring the romance alive again, and often. Sometimes, we get so involved in the daily grind that we forget what's really important in marriage: each other.
I highly recommend the oysters.
Lately, when we have date night, (we try to have an evening alone at least once a month, more if our schedule allows) we send Murray somewhere overnight, slip into comfy clothes, and cook something fabulous in the comfort of our own kitchen. Then we spend the evening sharing delicious food, wine, conversation, a movie or mean game of Scrabble or Rummy.
But we do love to treat ourselves to dinner out once in a while. Ruth's Chris Steakhouse is one of our favorites, as well as Axel's, but since we don't have either restaurant here in Moorhead, we have to get creative. Thankfully, that's not hard to do. Little ol' Moorhead, MN has some gems for fine dining.
Sarello's, a tiny, exclusive Italian reservation-only restaurant is where Craig took me on our third date. Usher's House, which has great food and a fabulous view of the river, is another favorite. But, hands down, the best restaurant (in our opinion) in Moorhead is John Alexander's.
Last night we got dressed up, dropped off little guy, and off we went. Craig wouldn't tell me what he had in mind, so I was pleasantly surprised when he drove us to John Alexander's, only a few blocks from our house.
We weren't disappointed. We never are when we eat there. Soft lighting, quiet conversation, a fabulous menu - we were feeling all swanky and relaxed and giddy. We ordered an excellent bottle of Pinot Noir.
And oysters on the half shell for an appetizer:
Photo credit
Although I love seafood, this was my first time eating oysters. I found them to be surprisingly delightful. John Alexander's has their oysters shipped daily, so they couldn't have been more fresh unless we were dining in Nantucket (I think it's true that oysters are an aphrodisiac, ahem, blush).
For the main course, we each ordered the Steak Alexander, which is a beautiful cut of petite tenderloin grilled to perfection (medium rare for us) served with crisp asparagus and choice of creamy mashed potatoes (like no other we've ever eaten) or Tomato Basil Orzo (again, like no other). Our taste buds were absolutely jumping for joy. We lingered over the last of our wine and left feeling like newlyweds.
Next we went for a drink and a bit of Gopher Hockey at JC Chumley's - The Cheers Bar of Moorhead.
We were home by eight, snuggled up on the couch talking and watching "X-Men." Certainly not my choice, but considering Craig always rents us a "chick flick", I decided it was his turn. Besides, compromise is an important ingredient of any healthy relationship.
Besides providing you with a local restaurant review (you're welcome), my point is this: Don't forget to bring the romance alive again, and often. Sometimes, we get so involved in the daily grind that we forget what's really important in marriage: each other.
I highly recommend the oysters.
Grandpa Doug
I can't breathe. I'm laughing too hard. Murray + Grandpa Doug (my Dad) = HILARIOUS.
When my Dad arrived last night, Murray was beside himself. After they hugged furiously, the first words out of Murray's mouth were, "Grandpa, how many sleeps are you here for?"
This morning, the second Murray woke up, he exclaimed, "Dad, Mom, I'm going to wake up Grandpa, but you can go back to sleep."
These two have packed more adventures into 24 hours than I could in a week.
There was the breakfast date. The two of them walked to McDonald's, ate 'pamcakes' and sausage and walked home.
We went skating and Grandpa Doug pretended to fall down every time Murray fell.
We celebrated Christmas (a bit late, but hey, at least we were together).
Now, the two are eating 'copporn' (popcorn) and watching a movie, while snuggling on the couch. Murray keeps asking his Grandpa to say the word 'poop' - oh happy day - and he just finished explaining to my Dad that if Rudy finds another rabbit in the yard, he'll play with it too hard and it will have to go to heaven.
Good grief. What will tomorrow bring?
Christmas Cookies
I love to cook. I hate can't bake. Too much science and exact measurements are required for baking. So when my SIL (sister-in-law, Randi) called last week, asking if we wanted to get together to help the boys decorate cookies, I cringed. It turned out that a quick run to the grocery store and some pre-packaged dough was what she had in mind. We think alike. Another reason why I love her.
So, we popped the pre-made cookies in the oven, and assembled our decorating materials. Let the decorating commence!
While we were busy in the kitchen, the boys were squirting frosting (because fake frosting and fake cookies are how we roll) and dumping sprinkles. When we went to check on them, this is what we found:
Notice that the cookies that aren't on the tray each have a bite in them. Murray claimed that he was checking to make sure that they tasted okay.
Merry Christmas!
So, we popped the pre-made cookies in the oven, and assembled our decorating materials. Let the decorating commence!
While we were busy in the kitchen, the boys were squirting frosting (because fake frosting and fake cookies are how we roll) and dumping sprinkles. When we went to check on them, this is what we found:
Merry Christmas!
A Few Things
If you haven't noticed, I've been experimenting with background, font, and layouts with my blog. I'm getting ready for my big debut on my own domain. It's more complicated than I thought it would be...but the IT experts assured me that it would be worth it. You can still find me here until I figure all of this out.
On another note, thank you so very much to those of you who have donated items to St. Gianna's maternity home. I know how much your gifts will be appreciated. I will be accepting donations until December 15th, and will ship donations boxes on December 16. Hopefully, we can touch a whole lot of kids and mommies who so desperately need help. Still needed are bathrobes (for the expectant mothers), aluminum foil, baggies, cleaning supplies, toilet paper, stamps, and gift cards (for groceries, supplies, etc). Please consider helping these local women and children. You can read more about St. Gianna's here.
Murray and I had our monthly 'date day' today. Our special time together always includes breakfast out, a bit of shopping, lots of game playing, movies, books, puzzles, hot chocolate, popcorn and tons of snuggles. He exhausts me, but it's so worth it. These days are my favorite...I will cherish them forever. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that as much as I love these days, I still look forward to nap time. Which I'm off to now. Because after that, it's time to play in the snow.
Yawn.
On another note, thank you so very much to those of you who have donated items to St. Gianna's maternity home. I know how much your gifts will be appreciated. I will be accepting donations until December 15th, and will ship donations boxes on December 16. Hopefully, we can touch a whole lot of kids and mommies who so desperately need help. Still needed are bathrobes (for the expectant mothers), aluminum foil, baggies, cleaning supplies, toilet paper, stamps, and gift cards (for groceries, supplies, etc). Please consider helping these local women and children. You can read more about St. Gianna's here.
Murray and I had our monthly 'date day' today. Our special time together always includes breakfast out, a bit of shopping, lots of game playing, movies, books, puzzles, hot chocolate, popcorn and tons of snuggles. He exhausts me, but it's so worth it. These days are my favorite...I will cherish them forever. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that as much as I love these days, I still look forward to nap time. Which I'm off to now. Because after that, it's time to play in the snow.
Yawn.
Four Years Old
Note: I purposely did not show the faces of Murray's party guests, so as not to exploit children who aren't my own. :)
Also, following is the addendum to this post. I apologize for the delay.
When you were three, you loved to snuggle up with me and whisper secrets in my ear.
Not that you're four, you think it's great fun to give wet willies instead of whispering how much you love me.
When you were three, you loved to take a bath.
Now that you're four, you think baths are for babies and you prefer showers.
When you were three, Curious George made you laugh.
Now that you're four, you think tooting and smelly feet are hysterical. When you pass gass, you say, "Excuse me, a duck flew by." At least you say excuse me.
When you were three, we could answer your questions (kind of).
Now that you're four, you have us scratching our heads, searching for an answer that will suit you.
When you were three, you learned to count.
Now that you're four, you can do simple math. Yesterday you did 4-2=2 all by yourself. You are just like your Dad; you certainly didn't get the mathematical/analytical gene from me.
When you were three, you slept in your own room.
Not that you're four, you insist on sleeping on the floor in our room. You are so not sleeping in our bed. Unless you're sick.
When you were three, you weren't quite as independent.
Now that you're four, you play on your own more than you play with your Dad and me.
When you were three, your manners were impeccable.
Now that you're four, your're bossy and need to be reminded of good manners.
But, now that you're four, your Dad and I still think you are awesome. We love you, and always will.
But since your're four now, could you please remember to flush the toilet?
Happy 4th Birthday, Murray!
Also, following is the addendum to this post. I apologize for the delay.
When you were three, you loved to snuggle up with me and whisper secrets in my ear.
Not that you're four, you think it's great fun to give wet willies instead of whispering how much you love me.
When you were three, you loved to take a bath.
Now that you're four, you think baths are for babies and you prefer showers.
When you were three, Curious George made you laugh.
Now that you're four, you think tooting and smelly feet are hysterical. When you pass gass, you say, "Excuse me, a duck flew by." At least you say excuse me.
When you were three, we could answer your questions (kind of).
Now that you're four, you have us scratching our heads, searching for an answer that will suit you.
When you were three, you learned to count.
Now that you're four, you can do simple math. Yesterday you did 4-2=2 all by yourself. You are just like your Dad; you certainly didn't get the mathematical/analytical gene from me.
When you were three, you slept in your own room.
Not that you're four, you insist on sleeping on the floor in our room. You are so not sleeping in our bed. Unless you're sick.
When you were three, you weren't quite as independent.
Now that you're four, you play on your own more than you play with your Dad and me.
When you were three, your manners were impeccable.
Now that you're four, your're bossy and need to be reminded of good manners.
But, now that you're four, your Dad and I still think you are awesome. We love you, and always will.
But since your're four now, could you please remember to flush the toilet?
Happy 4th Birthday, Murray!
Pony rides - introducing Izzy and Sari (Izzy is the pony)
Cake
Battery Operated cars
Photo credit: Troy (a.k.a. J.P. #2)
Special thanks to our friends and family who spent the afternoon with us. Also, thanks to Dakota Carriage Company for bringing sweet Izzy to our home.
Date Day with Murray
Murray and I had the best day today. We had a "date day"; we spent the entire day together. In no particular order:
1. We slept in.
2. We watched Curious George and ate breakfast sandwiches.
3. We had a photo session at the park with Jennifer. Lots of giggling.
4. We stocked up on art supplies.
5. We shared hot chocolate.
6. We worked on many "masterpieces".
7. We took a nap together.
8. We played several games of Memory and Candy Land.
9. We set up his castle and ate homemade macaroni and cheese while we giggled some more.
10. We spent time with Aunt Maggie.
11. We sang songs and danced and read books.
Whew! I'm exhausted. Today was one of those days that you just know you'll never forget.
Our house is covered in finger paint and glitter glue, the dishes didn't get washed, and the laundry was ignored. But you know, I just don't care. When Murray woke up from his nap, snuggled in tight with me and said, "Mama, thanks SO much for staying with me today, I love you.", I realized that a dirty house is a happy home.
One more thing to remember: When you're drinking cranberry juice and letting your child paint at the same time, be sure to keep the water glass separate from your juice. If you don't, you might accidentally drink the paint water instead of your juice and throw up. Not that this has ever happened to me; I was just thinking about how gross that would be.
-MM
1. We slept in.
2. We watched Curious George and ate breakfast sandwiches.
3. We had a photo session at the park with Jennifer. Lots of giggling.
4. We stocked up on art supplies.
5. We shared hot chocolate.
6. We worked on many "masterpieces".
7. We took a nap together.
8. We played several games of Memory and Candy Land.
9. We set up his castle and ate homemade macaroni and cheese while we giggled some more.
10. We spent time with Aunt Maggie.
11. We sang songs and danced and read books.
Whew! I'm exhausted. Today was one of those days that you just know you'll never forget.
Our house is covered in finger paint and glitter glue, the dishes didn't get washed, and the laundry was ignored. But you know, I just don't care. When Murray woke up from his nap, snuggled in tight with me and said, "Mama, thanks SO much for staying with me today, I love you.", I realized that a dirty house is a happy home.
One more thing to remember: When you're drinking cranberry juice and letting your child paint at the same time, be sure to keep the water glass separate from your juice. If you don't, you might accidentally drink the paint water instead of your juice and throw up. Not that this has ever happened to me; I was just thinking about how gross that would be.
-MM
The Wild West
We spent the weekend in western North Dakota with my Dad (a.k.a. Grandpa Doug). He's lived in the town of Flasher, ND for almost 15 years. I graduated high school there - Go Bulldogs - and have a million or so memories of this amazing little town west of the Missouri.
We always have a great time when we visit my Dad, and this trip was certainly no exception. We played with his horse, took drives through the beautiful country, caught a few fish and exchanged lots of tall tales.
I want to tell you about Antelope Hills Lodge, the 1910 hotel that my Dad lives adjacent to and is helping restore. But I'm beat, so I'll leave you with a teaser: click here for a glimpse of Antelope Hills Lodge. The hotel really deserves it's own post, it's that amazing, plus, I have a ton of pictures to share. You don't find a place like this very often. Stay tuned.
Now that my tummy is filled with homemade knoephla soup, fresh pheasant, and the absolute best breakfast (literally, I'm still craving it) that I've ever eaten - check out My Place Bar and Grill off Highway 21 if you visit - I think I'll tuck in to watch the Vikings. I leave with a few pictures of our adventures:
We always have a great time when we visit my Dad, and this trip was certainly no exception. We played with his horse, took drives through the beautiful country, caught a few fish and exchanged lots of tall tales.
I want to tell you about Antelope Hills Lodge, the 1910 hotel that my Dad lives adjacent to and is helping restore. But I'm beat, so I'll leave you with a teaser: click here for a glimpse of Antelope Hills Lodge. The hotel really deserves it's own post, it's that amazing, plus, I have a ton of pictures to share. You don't find a place like this very often. Stay tuned.
Now that my tummy is filled with homemade knoephla soup, fresh pheasant, and the absolute best breakfast (literally, I'm still craving it) that I've ever eaten - check out My Place Bar and Grill off Highway 21 if you visit - I think I'll tuck in to watch the Vikings. I leave with a few pictures of our adventures:
Rinsing the last crop of potatoes.
Out cold after a busy day with Grandpa Doug.
Murray did all the work on this one. He cast and reeled in a four pound northern pike. If you can't tell, we're literally in the middle of a horse pasture. We even had to climb through a barb wire fence to get to the water. Note his Spider Man fishing pole on the ground.
We almost caught our limit, rather, Murray almost caught our limit.
Flasher, we'll be back soon. You can't stop us.
I'm a Foodie
Note: My host site went a bit crazy, so I've done a bit of editing.
If you've been following me on facebook, you'll know that I've turned into a new-age Betty Crocker-type recently. I have no idea what's come over me, but it is what it is. I just can't stop cooking.
It all started with canning tomatoes. I had so much fun and was so impressed with the results, that I decided to buy a pressure canner and try my hand at soup. Turned out beautifully - Autumn soup and cheeseburger soup (and more canning tomatoes). Because, who doesn't love soup?
Two weeks ago, I made strawberry frozen dessert (even with homemade whipped cream) and Craig used my homemade salsa in a cheese dip. Oh, and I cooked the original party (Chex) mix.
Next up, I baked a cheese souffle that was out of this world. Even though it wasn't something that Chef Ramsey would call perfection, it turned out way better than I thought it would.
Today I made a double batch of chili and a double batch of good old-fashioned tuna noodle casserole. I plan to keep a serving of each and freeze the rest in individual containers.
Baking, now that's another story. Even DH won't eat my rock hard brownies. I give him the baking credit; it doesn't matter how hard I try, I fail miserably at baking. Even if it comes from a box. Craig also has several dishes (his mashed potatoes rival the Top Chef, and he has mad grilling skills - charcoal only for him) that he prepares perfectly. Sometimes, we even argue over who's going to be in the kitchen. Only, I clean up the kitchen better than he does.
Even Murray has the cooking bug. He LOVES to help.
On the bright side, I have our freezer and pantry stocked, and there will be more coming. I'm thinking more Autumn soup, a wild rice casserole, and Swedish meatballs are next on the menu. And maybe an apple pie. We're all about putting on winter weight.
Tomorrow night, we're having pork ribs, asparagus and brown rice.
.
I love food. You're welcome to join us.
If you've been following me on facebook, you'll know that I've turned into a new-age Betty Crocker-type recently. I have no idea what's come over me, but it is what it is. I just can't stop cooking.
It all started with canning tomatoes. I had so much fun and was so impressed with the results, that I decided to buy a pressure canner and try my hand at soup. Turned out beautifully - Autumn soup and cheeseburger soup (and more canning tomatoes). Because, who doesn't love soup?
Two weeks ago, I made strawberry frozen dessert (even with homemade whipped cream) and Craig used my homemade salsa in a cheese dip. Oh, and I cooked the original party (Chex) mix.
Next up, I baked a cheese souffle that was out of this world. Even though it wasn't something that Chef Ramsey would call perfection, it turned out way better than I thought it would.
Today I made a double batch of chili and a double batch of good old-fashioned tuna noodle casserole. I plan to keep a serving of each and freeze the rest in individual containers.
Baking, now that's another story. Even DH won't eat my rock hard brownies. I give him the baking credit; it doesn't matter how hard I try, I fail miserably at baking. Even if it comes from a box. Craig also has several dishes (his mashed potatoes rival the Top Chef, and he has mad grilling skills - charcoal only for him) that he prepares perfectly. Sometimes, we even argue over who's going to be in the kitchen. Only, I clean up the kitchen better than he does.
Even Murray has the cooking bug. He LOVES to help.
On the bright side, I have our freezer and pantry stocked, and there will be more coming. I'm thinking more Autumn soup, a wild rice casserole, and Swedish meatballs are next on the menu. And maybe an apple pie. We're all about putting on winter weight.
Tomorrow night, we're having pork ribs, asparagus and brown rice.
.
I love food. You're welcome to join us.
Attack of the Pony
Murray and Mariana
Don't they make a great couple?
As you know, I love, love, love animals, so when I learned that they had a small petting zoo, I was more excited than the three year olds. The baby goats were great fun, the cow kind of boring, the big horned sheep precious. Next up, I visited the miniature horse.
I was gently petting this seemingly sweet guy when he started to nibble on my arm. He got a bit agressive, so I turned around and attempted to walk away. The darn creature put his hooves on the top of the fence and attacked. I swear he was trying to eat me. He bit me so hard that my skin was punctured.
Despite the fact that I can't sleep on my right side and my back is a swollen rainbow of colors, I find the whole incident pretty hilarious. Really, who gets attacked by a petting zoo pony? Clearly, I do.
This is what I felt like doing after the bite:
Whinny. Giddy up. Let the horse jokes begin.
Photo credit: Kristine
I WON!
One of my favorite bloggers, Crazy Aunt Purl, recently held a contest, and I WON! Check out CAP's blog at http://www.crazyauntpurl.com/. You'll love her.
-MM
-MM
Help Me Help You
Murray is at that stage where he wants to help. And I mean help with Every. Little. Thing. Craig and I encourage experimentation and feel that we might as well take advantage of this phase.
Yeah, right. Dumb idea.
For instance, on Sunday, I went a little nuts and decided to spend the day in the kitchen preparing for winter hibernation (i.e. canning). Murray was ever so helpful; mixing, pouring, andgetting in my way "washing" the dishes. What would have taken me a few hours turned into an all day event.
That's only the beginning. It took Craig and Murray over 45 minutes to vacuum and mop the floors yesterday. And he did such a great job with our paper mache volcano project that it took a week in the sun to dry out. He helped water the plants (and the floor), brush the dogs (much to their chagrin), feed the dogs (they were happy, they got an enormous portion), release a spider (yuck) and helped DH hang a mirror (while sitting on Craig's shoulders), and is now assisting Craig with supper (which, at this point, means staring at the oven waiting for the biscuits).
Don't get me wrong; I'm thrilled that we're raising a helpful boy. I have visions of Murray feeding the homeless, raising money for charity, and planting trees in the Amazon.
I just don't understand why this helping phase doesn't include picking up his toys.
-MM
P.S. Laugh track for the day: While playing Hide and Seek tonight, I was the "counter" and Murray said, "Mama, I'm going to take off my shoes so I can hide in your bed." Where could he be?
Yeah, right. Dumb idea.
For instance, on Sunday, I went a little nuts and decided to spend the day in the kitchen preparing for winter hibernation (i.e. canning). Murray was ever so helpful; mixing, pouring, and
That's only the beginning. It took Craig and Murray over 45 minutes to vacuum and mop the floors yesterday. And he did such a great job with our paper mache volcano project that it took a week in the sun to dry out. He helped water the plants (and the floor), brush the dogs (much to their chagrin), feed the dogs (they were happy, they got an enormous portion), release a spider (yuck) and helped DH hang a mirror (while sitting on Craig's shoulders), and is now assisting Craig with supper (which, at this point, means staring at the oven waiting for the biscuits).
Don't get me wrong; I'm thrilled that we're raising a helpful boy. I have visions of Murray feeding the homeless, raising money for charity, and planting trees in the Amazon.
I just don't understand why this helping phase doesn't include picking up his toys.
-MM
P.S. Laugh track for the day: While playing Hide and Seek tonight, I was the "counter" and Murray said, "Mama, I'm going to take off my shoes so I can hide in your bed." Where could he be?
How to Save Your Tomatoes and Sanity
I had a new experience on Sunday. I was invited to can tomatoes. I LOVE tomatoes, so I was thrilled to be included. Although I've never been a part of the process, I was surprised to find that it was really fun and quite rewarding.
I won't get this perfect (so don't follow my recipe), but here is a sampling of the process:
Start with 4 cups of coffee.
Dress - in your worst clothes - they really don't need to be clean, but even so, you may want to smell nice so as not to offend your canning friends.
Buy - tomatoes and ingredients (or if you're lucky, your canning friends will do it).
Pour more coffee.
Separate - your lids from the jar, then sterilize all.
Chop veggies - a ton of them (we did peppers, onions, and garlic).
Boil - water in a large pot; douse tomatoes for 30 seconds, then, plop them into a sink of cold water (blanching).
Drink more coffee.
Peel - the tomato skins get soft, so it's easy to remove the skin after the blanching process.
Measure - important to have the correct amount of vegetables and tomatoes per batch - do this while chopping).
Canning - use a large mouth funnel.
Sample - very important to test your work, but make a bloody cesar. This will help so that you can finish 2.2 more bushels.
Seal - I'm still confused about this process - I was too busy with the ceasars.
Label the jars.
Wash dishes.
Sample more salsa.
Drink more vodka.
Wash more dishes.
Seal more jars.
Label more jars.
Drink one more bloody ceasar.
Revel in the fact that you canned 4.5 bushels of stewed tomatoes and salsa.
Go home, exhausted but quite full of tomatoes and vodka.
I still smell like garlic. Completely worth it.
-MM
I won't get this perfect (so don't follow my recipe), but here is a sampling of the process:
Start with 4 cups of coffee.
Dress - in your worst clothes - they really don't need to be clean, but even so, you may want to smell nice so as not to offend your canning friends.
Buy - tomatoes and ingredients (or if you're lucky, your canning friends will do it).
Pour more coffee.
Separate - your lids from the jar, then sterilize all.
Chop veggies - a ton of them (we did peppers, onions, and garlic).
Boil - water in a large pot; douse tomatoes for 30 seconds, then, plop them into a sink of cold water (blanching).
Drink more coffee.
Peel - the tomato skins get soft, so it's easy to remove the skin after the blanching process.
Measure - important to have the correct amount of vegetables and tomatoes per batch - do this while chopping).
Canning - use a large mouth funnel.
Sample - very important to test your work, but make a bloody cesar. This will help so that you can finish 2.2 more bushels.
Seal - I'm still confused about this process - I was too busy with the ceasars.
Label the jars.
Wash dishes.
Sample more salsa.
Drink more vodka.
Wash more dishes.
Seal more jars.
Label more jars.
Drink one more bloody ceasar.
Revel in the fact that you canned 4.5 bushels of stewed tomatoes and salsa.
Go home, exhausted but quite full of tomatoes and vodka.
I still smell like garlic. Completely worth it.
-MM
New Blog
Check out this hiliarous post from one of my new favorite blogs "The Mouthy Housewives". Thanks, Mama Kat, for introducing me!
-Murray's Momma
-Murray's Momma
Dear Nook People
Dear Barnes and Noble People From Whatever Country I Just Called,
Thank you for keeping me on hold for twenty minutes. I was able to get a lot of work done while I waited for you to answer.
I also appreciate the politeness of the customer service representative that I spoke with although I think I could have understood sign language over the phone better than I could understand what you were trying to say to me (but you probably feel the same way, so it's not really your fault).
What I don't understand is that you continually put me on hold (yes, three times, check the records) to ask the "expert of consumer management" while I patiently wait for my problem to be solved. I also don't understand that when I asked for a tracking number after the first two times of being on hold, you told me that the "expert of consumer management" declared that a confirmation number wasn't necessary, and that if my product wasn't delivered in 2-3 more days that I should call you back; again.
There are worse problems in the world than my accesorries being shipped on time. So I hope that all of you in Minot and the surrounding communities are safe, and know that you are in my prayers. God bless you.
Before I sign off for today, I have to give DH credit; after working on the yard (the only 2 times he's been home this week), he's had to cancel twice in the middle of a project to make sure that the baby birds are okay. He's had mama birds dive him twice and been yelled at a lot. Bird mamas are just like human mamas. I would do the same. The baby birds are safe, and it's number 1,543,600 of the reasons that I love this man.
Thank you for keeping me on hold for twenty minutes. I was able to get a lot of work done while I waited for you to answer.
I also appreciate the politeness of the customer service representative that I spoke with although I think I could have understood sign language over the phone better than I could understand what you were trying to say to me (but you probably feel the same way, so it's not really your fault).
What I don't understand is that you continually put me on hold (yes, three times, check the records) to ask the "expert of consumer management" while I patiently wait for my problem to be solved. I also don't understand that when I asked for a tracking number after the first two times of being on hold, you told me that the "expert of consumer management" declared that a confirmation number wasn't necessary, and that if my product wasn't delivered in 2-3 more days that I should call you back; again.
There are worse problems in the world than my accesorries being shipped on time. So I hope that all of you in Minot and the surrounding communities are safe, and know that you are in my prayers. God bless you.
Before I sign off for today, I have to give DH credit; after working on the yard (the only 2 times he's been home this week), he's had to cancel twice in the middle of a project to make sure that the baby birds are okay. He's had mama birds dive him twice and been yelled at a lot. Bird mamas are just like human mamas. I would do the same. The baby birds are safe, and it's number 1,543,600 of the reasons that I love this man.
Bad Timing
I had an early appointment with my physician this morning to discuss allergies and some problems I've been having with high blood pressure. I took Murray along since doing so allowed me a bit more time to sleep before the trek to West Fargo (yes, I crossed the river). Anyway, after assessing my allergy problem, we tackled the high blood pressure. As we're discussing weight loss and exercise, Murray leans over, pokes the doctor in the arm, turns to me and says, "Mom! Please listen to me. When are we leaving for McDonald's?" Dr. J. burst out laughing, and I said, "Don't worry, Dr., I'll have a smoothie."
Anyway, first step, lose 20 pounds. Second step, get on my allergy medication. Third step, get blood pressure re-checked. I'm going to feel so much better and I can hardly wait! And one final step, reiterate good manners; evidently Murray needs a refresher.
Happy weekend!
Anyway, first step, lose 20 pounds. Second step, get on my allergy medication. Third step, get blood pressure re-checked. I'm going to feel so much better and I can hardly wait! And one final step, reiterate good manners; evidently Murray needs a refresher.
Happy weekend!
Grumpy Little Men
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| From left to right: Jack Lemmon (John Gustafson), Burgess Meredith (Grandpa Gustafson), Walter Matthau (Max Goldman). |
Murray-isms; the Latest
Oh, the things that must go on in a child's mind. Sometimes Craig and I are so flabbergasted at his speech that we don't know how to respond. Here are a few of latest comments from Murray:
"Dad! I tooted. Excuse me!"
"Mama, NO THANK YOU I DO NOT WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN!" (this was after an underwater dunk at swimming lessons.
Murray was gobbling pistachios as if it were his last meal. Craig asked, "Murray, does Linsay feed you at her house (daycare)?" To which he replied, "She feed me all day long, Dad".
"Mom, where the train?" "It's pulling freight cars to other places to drop off supplies, I replied." OH, out west to Grandpa Doug?"
"Mama, I do NOT love the hiccups."
When we were at open skate yesterday, he adamantly declared "I LOVE TO SKATE MAMA"! The background of this story lies in the fact that I couldn't find my figure skates, so I rented some, plus I was a bit rusty and Uncle Jon worked with the boys since Craig was out of commission and I just plain stink.
There are so many more funny tidbits, but it would take me a very long time to write them all. I do think, that for posterity, it's important to have these things recorded somewhere.
Don't forget to let the kid in you come out once in a while.
"Dad! I tooted. Excuse me!"
"Mama, NO THANK YOU I DO NOT WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN!" (this was after an underwater dunk at swimming lessons.
Murray was gobbling pistachios as if it were his last meal. Craig asked, "Murray, does Linsay feed you at her house (daycare)?" To which he replied, "She feed me all day long, Dad".
"Mom, where the train?" "It's pulling freight cars to other places to drop off supplies, I replied." OH, out west to Grandpa Doug?"
"Mama, I do NOT love the hiccups."
When we were at open skate yesterday, he adamantly declared "I LOVE TO SKATE MAMA"! The background of this story lies in the fact that I couldn't find my figure skates, so I rented some, plus I was a bit rusty and Uncle Jon worked with the boys since Craig was out of commission and I just plain stink.
There are so many more funny tidbits, but it would take me a very long time to write them all. I do think, that for posterity, it's important to have these things recorded somewhere.
Don't forget to let the kid in you come out once in a while.
A Night With Emily
Please pop over to Peace Garden Mama for an adventure that we shared. She writes about our magical evening so eloquently; I didn't feel I could do it justice here. Trust me, this is a must-read.
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