I'm copying my good friend at who jacked it from her friend at Not Just An Army Wife! Love these things! Thanks Brittany :)
A. Age: 29
B. Bed size: queen
C. Chore you dislike: Putting away laundry. I find folding it therapeutic but putting it away takes me days, if not weeks.
D. Dogs: 2, Hattie and Charlie
E. Essential start to your day: A hot shower, followed by a strong cup of coffee (or two, or three...)
F. Favorite color: Blue
G. Gold or silver: Silver
H. Height: 5' 6 (in my shoes!)
I. Instruments you play(ed): I use to play the flute and the piano. I can still play a few of my favorite songs on the piano, but couldn't even play a scale on the flute if my life depended on it.
J. Job title: Teacher
K. Kids: 2: E and J
L. Live: Washington State
M. Mom’s name: Brenda
N. Nicknames: Stace, or "The Devil" by a few select students ;-)
O. Overnight hospital stays: a few times for pneumonia when I was a toddler, and then when I had my kiddos
P. Pet peeves: people who refuse to take responsibility for their actions.
Q. Quote from a movie: "Negative Ghost rider, the pattern is full."
S. Siblings: One older sister, four step-siblings, and one younger half-brother
T. Time you wake up: 5:30ish
U. Underwear: preferably comfortable ones that stay put.
V. Vegetables you don’t like: Celery
W. What makes you run late: I tend to run late because I didn't get out of bed on time or stop to watch cartoons with my kids!
X. X-rays you’ve had: Dental x-rays, one of my skull when I got in a car accident, and I think I had chest x-rays when I was in the hospital with pneumonia
Y. Yummy food you make: Stromboli, broccoli cheddar soup, and my grandma's double treat cookies.
Z. Zoo animal favorites: Elephants and the monkeys!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Flaunting V's Secret
Setting: A side parking lot of a high school. October. Overcast and rainy.
Day One: I hurriedly parked my car and hustled towards the door of the building. As I walked past one of the closer parking spots a flash of purple and white caught my eye. A pair of undies lay between the curb and the tire of the car. "Won't that girl be embarrassed when she leaves school and sees that her underwear fell out of her bag this morning," I thought.
Day Two: The rain came down hard as I made a mad dash to my car. The soggy undies looked forlorn, sitting in the same spot I had seen them yesterday and this morning. "Really! Someone left a good pair of underwear in the parking lot because they were too embarrassed to pick them up in case someone saw."
Day Three: It was spitting rain as I drove home, I realized I had a pair of the same underwear. They were Victoria's Secret. Really comfy. Some girl must have a nice mom at home to buy her expensive panties. But those couldn't be mine. A: I don't know how they would have ended up in the school parking lot. B: I'm pretty sure I wore them the other day and they were in the dirty laundry waiting to be washed.
Day Four: Rain. Again. I parked in the spot with the undies. They lay there, sodden and melancholy. The once pristine white, now gray, the purple bows limp. Near the hem on the side was a hole, made from someone who had gained some weight since purchasing those panties. "OH CRAP! Those are my undies!" There were students walking into the building so I quickly walked by my undies, pretending not to notice them. During my first period prep, I ran outside, knelt down, and quickly threw the panties on the floor of my car. I checked twice to make sure no one could see them if they walked by my car.
Turns out on Monday, Come as You Are Day (or Pajama Day), when I had grabbed my clean bathrobe out of the dryer, the offensive underwear had hitched a ride. They must of fallen off or out of the bundled-up bathrobe when I got out of my car. Boy, did I feel dumb.
I didn't tell anyone that story for a long time. In fact, I finally broke down and told my husband in February. He hasn't laughed that hard at my expense in a long time. So laugh away dear blog reader, laugh away!
Day One: I hurriedly parked my car and hustled towards the door of the building. As I walked past one of the closer parking spots a flash of purple and white caught my eye. A pair of undies lay between the curb and the tire of the car. "Won't that girl be embarrassed when she leaves school and sees that her underwear fell out of her bag this morning," I thought.
Day Two: The rain came down hard as I made a mad dash to my car. The soggy undies looked forlorn, sitting in the same spot I had seen them yesterday and this morning. "Really! Someone left a good pair of underwear in the parking lot because they were too embarrassed to pick them up in case someone saw."
Day Three: It was spitting rain as I drove home, I realized I had a pair of the same underwear. They were Victoria's Secret. Really comfy. Some girl must have a nice mom at home to buy her expensive panties. But those couldn't be mine. A: I don't know how they would have ended up in the school parking lot. B: I'm pretty sure I wore them the other day and they were in the dirty laundry waiting to be washed.
Day Four: Rain. Again. I parked in the spot with the undies. They lay there, sodden and melancholy. The once pristine white, now gray, the purple bows limp. Near the hem on the side was a hole, made from someone who had gained some weight since purchasing those panties. "OH CRAP! Those are my undies!" There were students walking into the building so I quickly walked by my undies, pretending not to notice them. During my first period prep, I ran outside, knelt down, and quickly threw the panties on the floor of my car. I checked twice to make sure no one could see them if they walked by my car.
Turns out on Monday, Come as You Are Day (or Pajama Day), when I had grabbed my clean bathrobe out of the dryer, the offensive underwear had hitched a ride. They must of fallen off or out of the bundled-up bathrobe when I got out of my car. Boy, did I feel dumb.
I didn't tell anyone that story for a long time. In fact, I finally broke down and told my husband in February. He hasn't laughed that hard at my expense in a long time. So laugh away dear blog reader, laugh away!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Delights of the Weekend
This weekend was filled with usual laundry, cleaning, and avoiding the pile of correcting I conveniently left in my car. To relax I decided to do two things I haven't done in a while: exercise and cook dinner.
After being hounded by Facebook posts from friends and relatives bragging on and on about loosing weight and running, blah...blah... blah...
So, needless to say, I got off my butt and went for a 3 mile walk with periodic bursts of jogging. I enjoyed it so much I did it again on Monday. This is the walk that was really part of my weekend delights (ok, so Monday isn't part of the weekend, but I'm taking creative license here). E (my sassy 6 year-old) decided to ride her scooter with me. Part of the route includes looping around a park. E convinced me to take a break so she could swing. And therein lies my delight. The huge smile that lit up her face, the unadulterated joy it expressed reminded me of how blessed I am to have her. It also reminded me that sometimes the simplest things can bring the most joy.
My other delight this weekend was cooking. I love to cook but I haven't done much lately. With my dear hubby at home now, I have had the privilege of coming how to dinner almost made, if not already on the table. H was feeling yucky, so I meandered back into the kitchen. I ended up making a kick-but stromboli. It was a hit with the family so I decided to share the recipe. The filling was made up of random ingredients so they are more of an estimation.
The "Kick-butt" Stromboli
3 1/2 to 3 3/4 cups all purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup butter, softened
1 tsp salt
1 package quick active dry yeast
1/2 cup very warm water
1/2 cup very warm milk.
1 large egg
In a large bowl stir 2 cups of the flour, sugar, 1/4 cup butter, salt and yest until well mixed. Add the warm water, warm milk, and egg. Beat with electric mixer on low speed for about a minute. Scrape bowl frequently. Stir enough remaining flour in until the dough is easy enough to handle.
Place the dough on a lightly floured surface and knead until dough is smooth and springy. Place the dough in a greased bowl, turn dough to grease all sides, then let it rise for about an hour in a warm place.
Filling: *These are all estimated* Use however much is needed for your taste :)
2 to 2 1/2 cups cooked turkey breast, roughly chopped
2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 cup ranch dressing (eye-ball it, add more if mixture looks too dry)
1 to 2 tsp tarragon
1 cup crumbled or coarsely chopped cooked bacon
After dough has risen, remove from bowl. Punch down dough. Roll out on a floured surface into a rectangle (about 16 in x 12 in). Spoon mixture into the middle of the rectangle. I cut each side of the dough into strips and then folded them over the mixture. Pinch the edges to seal. You can let it rise again for 30 minutes, or if you are impatient like me, let it rise for, oh 10 or 15 minutes. Slide onto a parchment-lined baking sheet. Brush the top with the remaining butter. Bake at 375 degrees for 20 to 25 minutes. Let cool for a few minutes before slicing.
Enjoy!
After being hounded by Facebook posts from friends and relatives bragging on and on about loosing weight and running, blah...blah... blah...
So, needless to say, I got off my butt and went for a 3 mile walk with periodic bursts of jogging. I enjoyed it so much I did it again on Monday. This is the walk that was really part of my weekend delights (ok, so Monday isn't part of the weekend, but I'm taking creative license here). E (my sassy 6 year-old) decided to ride her scooter with me. Part of the route includes looping around a park. E convinced me to take a break so she could swing. And therein lies my delight. The huge smile that lit up her face, the unadulterated joy it expressed reminded me of how blessed I am to have her. It also reminded me that sometimes the simplest things can bring the most joy.
My other delight this weekend was cooking. I love to cook but I haven't done much lately. With my dear hubby at home now, I have had the privilege of coming how to dinner almost made, if not already on the table. H was feeling yucky, so I meandered back into the kitchen. I ended up making a kick-but stromboli. It was a hit with the family so I decided to share the recipe. The filling was made up of random ingredients so they are more of an estimation.
The "Kick-butt" Stromboli
Dough:
3 1/2 to 3 3/4 cups all purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup butter, softened
1 tsp salt
1 package quick active dry yeast
1/2 cup very warm water
1/2 cup very warm milk.
1 large egg
In a large bowl stir 2 cups of the flour, sugar, 1/4 cup butter, salt and yest until well mixed. Add the warm water, warm milk, and egg. Beat with electric mixer on low speed for about a minute. Scrape bowl frequently. Stir enough remaining flour in until the dough is easy enough to handle.
Place the dough on a lightly floured surface and knead until dough is smooth and springy. Place the dough in a greased bowl, turn dough to grease all sides, then let it rise for about an hour in a warm place.
Filling: *These are all estimated* Use however much is needed for your taste :)
2 to 2 1/2 cups cooked turkey breast, roughly chopped
2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 cup ranch dressing (eye-ball it, add more if mixture looks too dry)
1 to 2 tsp tarragon
1 cup crumbled or coarsely chopped cooked bacon
After dough has risen, remove from bowl. Punch down dough. Roll out on a floured surface into a rectangle (about 16 in x 12 in). Spoon mixture into the middle of the rectangle. I cut each side of the dough into strips and then folded them over the mixture. Pinch the edges to seal. You can let it rise again for 30 minutes, or if you are impatient like me, let it rise for, oh 10 or 15 minutes. Slide onto a parchment-lined baking sheet. Brush the top with the remaining butter. Bake at 375 degrees for 20 to 25 minutes. Let cool for a few minutes before slicing.
Enjoy!
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