Monday, February 28, 2011

Hi guys!

Thursday, February 24, 2011

No one talks trash about my trail mix!

I made myself some trail mix last night, and the hubby laughed at me.  It is delicious, so he can laugh all he wants--I DON'T CARE! 

Here's what I put in it:

Ann's House soy energy blend (a blend of soy nuts, pumpkin seeds, almonds, and dried cranberries)

Sun Maid California golden raisins

Nestle Toll House semi-sweet chocolate chips

...and a few turns of salt from the grinder.

He said, "So, you're taking a healthy snack mix and making it unhealthy?"

Well, I wouldn't say that.  I mean, YEAH, chocolate chips aren't the healthiest thing for me, but it's not like I put in a whole package...just a little handful.  And what does he have against raisins?  As for the salt, well, the soy mix didn't have any salt in it, and what good is trail mix without that sweet/salty flavor combination?  Isn't that why trail mix was invented in the first place? 

Anyway, it annoyed me that he mocked my delicious mixture, because I think it's perfect.  I used to make my own trail mix all the time, and put it in little baggies to bring with me in case I got hungry while I was out doing things.  Now that I'm trying to get back into healthier eating habits, I thought this would be a good start since it fills me up with healthy protein and satisfies my sweet tooth in one fell swoop.

Come to think of it, I'm kind of glad that The Hubby mocked my effort, because that means that I WON'T HAVE TO SHARE!  Ha!  Take THAT, Hubby!  Now, go eat your bland soy energy mix and leave me and my wonderful trail mix alone.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Brain Mush

Why am I so TIRED?

It's been difficult lately to get my head around a complete thought, much less a blog post.  Yesterday, I called The Hubby to tell him that our State tax return was deposited into our checking account, and it took me at least a full minute to get that sentence out of my mouth.  I was like that reporter at the Grammys:

Then, later that night, I noticed that my eyelid was droopy and so I immediately started my online medical research about strokes, only to find that I'm probably just getting old.  Better than the alternative, I guess.

Seriously, though, I think that the reason I've felt so crappy is that I've been eating horribly lately.  It doesn't help that the hubby ordered SEVEN boxes of girl scout cookies for our three-person family.  I have no idea what he was thinking, especially considering the fact that he's not all that into sweets (the complete opposite of me).  And then there was Valentine's Day, and the copious amounts of chocolate and other sweets that accompanied it.  For a week and a half now, I've been on a steady diet of sugar, caffeine, and sugar. 

Today was grocery shopping day, and I tried to make sure and get a good variety of healthful foods to start me on my road to feeling better.  Hopefully that means my brain will soon morph from its present mushy-state into a fully-functional organ, and this blog will reflect that change. 

 Now, I just have to get rid of the rest of those cookies...

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Who's ready to save a life?

Have any of you noticed that lovely "Be the Match"  badge over there on the right-hand side of my blog ------------->?  (oh, you have to scroll, probably.)

Clicking on it will bring you to the National Marrow Donor Program, and instruct you on how you can get started in being listed as a potential bone marrow donor for someone with a life-threatening blood-related cancer. 

I've been on the National Marrow Registry for about nine years now.  I signed up at a blood and marrow drive one time in Sacramento when a family was hoping desperately that getting the word out would lead to their loved one finding a match.  Ever since then, I've been very passionate about spreading the word on marrow donation.

I got called one time as a potential match, but after further testing it was determined that I didn't match close enough with the patient for me to go through with the procedure.  I keep my information current and keep hoping that one day I'll receive that call or e-mail telling me that I could give that gift.

It doesn't take a lot to join the registry--just a cheek swab.  The donation process is sometimes surgical, but in return you know that you have possibly saved someone's LIFE.  SAVED THEIR LIFE, guys.  Isn't that amazing?  Can you even imagine?

No pressure--I just wanted to give everyone an opportunity to get on the registry, in case you ever wanted to but didn't know how.  If you are interested in reading more information on the process, please click on the link and explore the site--there's lots of good information on there.  Here's a bigger widget, which makes watching the video a little bit easier:

Thank you all for even just considering it!  :)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Child Star Machine

Have you guys been following the news about how Billy Ray Cyrus says now that "Hannah Montana" ruined his family and he wishes that he could go back in time and never sign Miley up for it?  It makes me sad.  I mean, it's not a huge surprise that Miley Cyrus is going the way of so many other child stars and headed for a train wreck of a life; in fact, it's kind of to be expected.  A lot of people are criticizing his fathering skills and doing the whole "I told you so" thing, as if they wouldn't take the opportunity to make millions of dollars and allow the world to adore their child as much as they do.

I was probably too pasty to have made the grade anyway.
The subject of kids in showbiz always gets me fired up.  When I was young, I wanted to be a Mouseketeer on "The Mickey Mouse Club" more than anything in the world.  In fact, I would pray myself to sleep every night, wishing and hoping against hope that the auditions would somehow come near my tiny Missouri town and my parents would have the heart to take me there so that I could be "discovered".  Now that I'm grown, and I'm a parent myself, I thank my lucky stars that we lived in the middle-of-nowhere and that my dream scenario never played out.  Sure, it would have been fun and useful to have fostered talents for singing, dancing, and acting at a young age.  God knows we needed the money back then, and it would have helped my family out immensely to have had a little extra...but now I realize that the price of that fame and fortune is far too high.

Did you know she wrote a book before she could legally drive?
I doubt a serious study has ever been done on the matter, so I don't think there are statistics out there, but the percentage of child stars who turn out to be healthy adults seems to be disproportionately low.  For every Jennifer Love-Hewitt out there, there's at least one Lindsay Lohan.  Even Drew Barrymore, one of the biggest movie stars today, went to rehab twice before her 15th birthday.

Look, I get it:  child actors are necessary to make movies and television shows.  If we want to keep seeing films and shows about families, we're going to have to have to keep hiring children to fill those roles.  Little people playing third-graders wouldn't really have the same effect.  The problem (in my opinion) comes when these kids are exploited to the point of having their faces on posters and merchandise and they start recording crappy pop albums just to make a buck for Disney or Nickelodeon, or whoever signs their checks.  The thing's a slippery slope.  Sure, you could start out putting your kid in commercials and think that it won't go any further than that, but then one opportunity leads to another, and before you know it, they're surrounded by "yes men" and recording videos of themselves at parties smoking out of bongs.  And the whole world has an opinion on your crappy parenting skills and their inappropriate behavior.  Not.  Cool.

Even if you manage to raise a happy and healthy kid who works in the entertainment business, there's always the question of what they'll do when they grow up.  Maybe they decide to stop acting when they get older, but then they haven't paid close enough attention to their schoolwork because they were working, so that rules out college.  Or maybe they figure out later in life that they aren't making it as an actor, then they don't have the skills or experience to start a career in another industry.  Then there's the issue of people recognizing them as their characters--how difficult would it be to have a normal job when that keeps coming up?  How embarrassing and distracting that would be!

The thing that I really don't understand is that everyone seems to agree that child stars turn out badly, but there are more opportunities every year to create them.  Look at "American Idol", for instance.  They recently lowered the minimum age to 15 years old, down from 16 last year.  I don't get it.  Why??  If these kids are talented at 15, they'll be just as (if not more) talented by the age of 18.  What's wrong with, at the very least, allowing them to finish high school before throwing them in the national spotlight? 

Of course, the reasoning behind everything is money.  Teenagers spend more money on music than any other demographic, so it would stand to reason that they would rather see someone from their own peer group on the American Idol stage than some old, wrinkly 28-year old.  Remember Taylor Hicks, the silver-haired, raspy-voiced blues singer who won Season five?  No?  That's because he barely sold any albums.  They won't make THAT mistake again! 

Look, all I'm saying is that we need to let our kids be kids.  Being the mother of an abnormally cute child, I am often told that I should put him in commercials or get him into modeling, but my answer is always the same:  no.  Though I like to share his pictures and anecdotes online, I don't want people making money off of him, because his well-being will always be second to that.  When he's eighteen and out of high school, he can choose to do whatever he wants with his life, but until then he's going to be a kid and do kid-type-things.  In our house right now, that means playing Candyland and earning a quarter for cleaning up his toys--not dancing onstage with Justin Bieber at the Grammys or whipping his hair all around in a cheesy video.  Even if he begs and pleads with me when he's older, he'll appreciate my choices later in life:  I know from my experience as a former non-Mouseketeer.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

New Blog!

I started a new blog!  It's a place for me to write down funny things The Kid says because, to be honest, he's full of pure comic gold.  I'll try to update it often, and I plan on starting a twitter account for it soon so that I can tweet his quotes if we're out and about.

If you like children, please follow!  If you don't like children...why don't you like kids?  What are you doing on my blog?  Are you dead inside???

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Love Love Love

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! 

Ever since The Kid was born, I've begun to think of this holiday a little bit differently:  Valentine's Day should celebrate all kinds of love, not just romantic love.  I hold firmly to this belief now, because it makes things much more fun.  Sure, it's nice to dress up, go out to a fancy dinner, and exchange gifts--but it's even more fun if you also include other loved ones in on the celebration.  If more people subscribed to this idea, I guarantee you it wouldn't be such a depressing holiday for so many people.  Most everyone can find someone to love, be it a family member, friend, or pet. 

The Hubby and I tried to go out on a little Valentine's Day date last night, but halfway through dinner he decided that he felt too woozy to continue on thanks to the remnants of whatever stomach flu or food poisoning we were recently blessed with.  We paid our check, skipped the movie (guess I'll catch No Strings Attached when it comes to DVD) and texted the babysitter that we would be home early.  We stopped at Baskin-Robbins on the way home and got ice cream for all the healthy people in the house, and you know what?  It was a lot of fun.  It was nice to get home before The Kid went to bed and be able to hear about all the fun he had playing Mario Kart with his new babysitter.  We'll hire her again as soon as The Hubby is feeling better and we'll have a proper date that doesn't include conversation about vomit and diarrhea.

Today, The Hubby had to work so I took it upon myself to get the Valentine's Day festivities started around our house.  First, we made cards for several of The Kid's loved ones, including his new favorite babysitter:

He decorated, I transcribed his messages.

The inside of this one says, "Happy Valentine's Day and happy birthday!"'s not her birthday.
My card to The Kid--it's a hug monster, of course.

Next, we made and decorated cupcakes, to be delivered along with the Valentines.  I'm pretty happy with the small amount of frosting that The Kid managed to ingest--I was sure we'd be pumping his stomach for sugar poisoning by the end of the day, but he showed great restraint for a three-year old, I must say.

He puts the heart-shaped sprinkles on one-at-a-time.
I hope at least three of these are still around by Valentine's Day...

We had so much fun together!  Perhaps the Spring-like weather helped my mood along as well, but today really has been excellent.

Our Valentine's Day plans are to go and see Gnomeo and Juliet in the afternoon, and then make homemade pizza with heart-shaped pepperoni for dinner.  It's going to kick butt.

Thursday, February 10, 2011


I didn't get buried in snow or lose electricity and freeze to death--I just got the stomach flu and haven't felt like blogging. 

Not dead...just uninspired.  Now back to your regularly scheduled blog roll.
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