Grrrrr.....
I want a new blog template. It seems there could be more choices. I may have to have one designed for me. Just having 20 different shades of color is not enough creativity for me. I don't want to even design it anyway. I just want one done for me. A pretty one, but not too much pink froo-froo.
Moving on.... I am going to have to shut the door on Oprah's face. House is back to being a mess. We're both home tonight and it's back to business..... I shall go veg out on our big bed and love every minute of it. At least I am hearing the dishwasher run in the background. My sweet husband is good about loading the dishwasher, which I am thankful. Before I race to my bed I will set my coffee pot tonight. That is a treat in the am! I'm wrestling with putting a coffee pot in our room to wake up to hearing it turn on and smell it brewing. I like cream in my coffee so that wouldn't work. I still would have to go downstairs, unless we put a mini-fridge in our closet. We actually had a special refrigeration socket (that is not the right word, but you get my drift) put in our closet when we built our house. I had this grandiose idea that if I could store my breast milk at night in our mini dorm fridge, my dear husband would get up and feed the babe. Somehow, the fridge never made it to our closet, the sleepless nights wore on and somehow we are instead, currently storing a microwave in our closet . Now, that I think about it, we were going to have both the fridge and the microwave to store the milk and then heat the milk up. That's what happens when you have children, you have these great ideas that will make life easy and then it all goes to pot when you are up for a gazillion nights in a row. Now, that the boys sleep pretty well, I have got to get this "in room" coffee pot idea fleshed out before we have another babe.(no not any time soon, I'm just saying....)
Off to set a pot of brew!
PS: My friend Kari gave me the "in room" coffee pot idea. Ode to the Office.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I open the door and it is Oprah......
Exciting huh, ? No, she really didn't come. However, if she gave me a surprise visit, I am pleased with how my house looks. Sometimes, I think about her shows where she pops in on people and that in itself gives me motivation to clean on a regular basis. 85 % of the time I would be mortified if anyone gave me a surprise visit!
Pete is at his basketball game so I gave into cleaning and organizing. (My organizing just means I actually folded all the laundry and put it away, but it counts.)
Usually, once we put the kids to bed, I don't lift another finger do to housework. I know this should be the time to get the most accomplished. But, when 7:30pm rolls around, it is my maxing and relaxing time. Believe me, I take full advantage.
However, tonight, Pete is playing in a late basketball game and he won't be home until 10:45. So, I decided to give myself over to the 4 loads of laundry that were on our guest bed, empty the dishwasher and straighten until I felt like if my friend Oprah decided to pop in to give me a room makeover,(with cutie pie Nate Burkas ), I would let them in.
All that said, please don't think I am on my high horse of feeling better than thou, having my house clean for a night, remember the mouse incident? Enough said.
I feel like I have to keep the house in tip top shape so we won't have any more uninvited visitors. As I look back, since Mickey's death, our family seems to be benefiting from that little buggard; spotless floors, laundry's put away, straightened living room. Now that I think about it, maybe, just maybe, Pete invited Mickey in for a reason....
Exciting huh, ? No, she really didn't come. However, if she gave me a surprise visit, I am pleased with how my house looks. Sometimes, I think about her shows where she pops in on people and that in itself gives me motivation to clean on a regular basis. 85 % of the time I would be mortified if anyone gave me a surprise visit!
Pete is at his basketball game so I gave into cleaning and organizing. (My organizing just means I actually folded all the laundry and put it away, but it counts.)
Usually, once we put the kids to bed, I don't lift another finger do to housework. I know this should be the time to get the most accomplished. But, when 7:30pm rolls around, it is my maxing and relaxing time. Believe me, I take full advantage.
However, tonight, Pete is playing in a late basketball game and he won't be home until 10:45. So, I decided to give myself over to the 4 loads of laundry that were on our guest bed, empty the dishwasher and straighten until I felt like if my friend Oprah decided to pop in to give me a room makeover,(with cutie pie Nate Burkas ), I would let them in.
All that said, please don't think I am on my high horse of feeling better than thou, having my house clean for a night, remember the mouse incident? Enough said.
I feel like I have to keep the house in tip top shape so we won't have any more uninvited visitors. As I look back, since Mickey's death, our family seems to be benefiting from that little buggard; spotless floors, laundry's put away, straightened living room. Now that I think about it, maybe, just maybe, Pete invited Mickey in for a reason....
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Inspired by the toile....I love reading the blog by , The Nester.
I was very inspired by her red toile. I am not a good visionary when it comes to home design. I see something I like and copy it to by best ability. I saw her sofa in a beautiful cranberry toile. I decided I had to find that material for my dining room window treatments. I found exactly what I wanted on ebay, 7 yards of material and including shipping it was $20.00. I felt like it was a good deal. I don't have an artistic bone in my body, a glue gun scares me. I end up always gluing my fingers together when trying to work on a project. So, I had my panels sown, due to my lack of inability with a glue gun. I have no patience either. I get a rush of anxiety to make something and I usually have to start over or throw it away, whatever I am working on. I am super impressed with the Nester's way of winging her decorating and it turning out perfect.
The reason I NEEDED my cranberry toile is because of my cranberry chair you can see in our living room from our dining room. (Some background info, before I was married, I fell in love an oversized chair. It was really the only piece of "real" furniture I owned. Pete calls it the orange chair. It is not orange. It is cranberry. Who one would buy an orange chair?)
I have had a blank dining room since we moved into our house 3 years ago. I put a random valance up that I really didn't like and that was about it. I don't have any before shots but just imagine a nice table in a vacant beige room with a dark beige valance. (That would be the before shot.)
My ebay material arrived, loved it, ran to the seamstress to have the panels made. I picked a light gold paint color, it doesn't really show up in the pictures below but it is same color background as my widow treatments.
I just read the Nester's blog today and she had plaid window treatments with her toile sofa! I did not know this before I picked my toile for my window treatments! I feel like I made a good decision based on her taste that I really like. So thanks Nester for your inspiration of cranberry toile!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
January 22, 1999
9 years is not a huge numerical mile stone, I know. However, every year at this time, it is sentimental for me.
I had returned from a long term mission trip that previous spring. I was trying to find a job associated with my degree. I remember, I was working for my parents business, living with my parents in an apartment while they built their new house, and I was going to church with them on Sundays. I was waiting to move out until I had a good job that I knew I wanted. I had several friends in the area that I would go out with. I was determined not to go out on random dates. I hated just dating around, I never did it that much anyway. It was excruciating for me. I would get way to nervous and just did not enjoy it. I am not sure how I thought I was ever going to meet anyone!
Since, I was going to church with my parents, I also attended a weekly Bible study with my mom. As I look back, I kind of laugh that I spent that much time with my parents and enjoyed it. Sure, I would get discouraged at times. As I look back, I think the Lord was solidifying my heart's desire to be married and what kind of husband I wanted. The deeper things in a husband, not just for him to be attractive and tall. I wanted him to have a strong desire for God's will in his life, a strong leader with a gentle sensitivity. I was learning to be content and satisfied with who the Lord created in me, His daughter. I knew I had to relinquish control and quit demanding Him to bring me someone, in order for me to be "content" in the present.
(Back to the Bible study) Every week there was a women, who I had known through out the years of growing up at this church, she would say"I really think you need to meet my nephew". I would say, "I really don't do blind dates". (Little did she know I didn't even like going on actual dates period!) I thought, she is nuts if she thinks I am going to say "yes" to this. I could see it now, her nephew showing up and being 5'6". The only thing wrong with a short man, is if he shows up to the door being opened by a girl who is 5'10". Enough said.
Yes, height has always been an issue for me. I did not like Tom Cruise way before everyone else got on that band wagon of disliking him. I like heels, I like trying to stand up straight etc. Wow, I have digressed...
Phyllis Price was faithful to check in with me every so often seeing if I would be open to meeting her nephew. A few months later at church on a Sunday, someone pointed out to me way across the sanctuary that it was Phyllis Price's nephew. I thought, well I can't really see him real well but I could tell he was tall enough. I couldn't quite tell how tall but his head was a lot taller than most of the other men. At some point, I gave Phyllis the go ahead, if she wanted to introduce me to her nephew it was okay by me. A few months later, on Sunday, January 17th, 1999 I received a call from Peter Uber. He had to remind me that his aunt was Phyllis Price.
While on the phone I had all the normal butterflies, especially knowing I was going to say "yes" to go out with him. He had just called a girl that he had no clue about... that in itself intrigued me.
We chit-chatted for a while and set a date for that Friday, January 22nd. He was to pick me up and we were going to go see STOMP. (Stomp is a funky dance team that uses trash cans to make music) I thought, what an excellent idea, trash cans and music, who couldn't make conversation about that? I was so extremely nervous, I about canceled. I am not joking. I talked to one of my friends about an hour before he was to come pick me up. I had a glass of wine, careful not to have too much, because that would not be good!
I was by myself at home, so there would be no awkward introductions with the fam. That night is so fresh in my mind. I had on a burgundy cardigan set with black pants and boots. I was praying the boots would not be too tall. The knock came and I remember I was about to jump out of my skin. I still remember thinking right before I opened the door, "Am I about to meet my future husband"? (not to put any pressure on this night, huh?) I calmly opened the door, there he was.... all 6'4" of him. I let out a deep breath. Honestly, I don't remember much of the rest of the evening except knowing I had a good time and it was easy. (I liked easy and I still like easy.)
I am so thankful 9 years later. I am thankful, for my life that I get to lead with Pete and my precious boys. I am thankful that the Lord solidified both of our hearts to each other and to Him that drew us together.
January 22nd, 1999, I met my life long love. It seems every January is a new year of being able to grow deeper together as we grow as one.
9 years is not a huge numerical mile stone, I know. However, every year at this time, it is sentimental for me.
I had returned from a long term mission trip that previous spring. I was trying to find a job associated with my degree. I remember, I was working for my parents business, living with my parents in an apartment while they built their new house, and I was going to church with them on Sundays. I was waiting to move out until I had a good job that I knew I wanted. I had several friends in the area that I would go out with. I was determined not to go out on random dates. I hated just dating around, I never did it that much anyway. It was excruciating for me. I would get way to nervous and just did not enjoy it. I am not sure how I thought I was ever going to meet anyone!
Since, I was going to church with my parents, I also attended a weekly Bible study with my mom. As I look back, I kind of laugh that I spent that much time with my parents and enjoyed it. Sure, I would get discouraged at times. As I look back, I think the Lord was solidifying my heart's desire to be married and what kind of husband I wanted. The deeper things in a husband, not just for him to be attractive and tall. I wanted him to have a strong desire for God's will in his life, a strong leader with a gentle sensitivity. I was learning to be content and satisfied with who the Lord created in me, His daughter. I knew I had to relinquish control and quit demanding Him to bring me someone, in order for me to be "content" in the present.
(Back to the Bible study) Every week there was a women, who I had known through out the years of growing up at this church, she would say"I really think you need to meet my nephew". I would say, "I really don't do blind dates". (Little did she know I didn't even like going on actual dates period!) I thought, she is nuts if she thinks I am going to say "yes" to this. I could see it now, her nephew showing up and being 5'6". The only thing wrong with a short man, is if he shows up to the door being opened by a girl who is 5'10". Enough said.
Yes, height has always been an issue for me. I did not like Tom Cruise way before everyone else got on that band wagon of disliking him. I like heels, I like trying to stand up straight etc. Wow, I have digressed...
Phyllis Price was faithful to check in with me every so often seeing if I would be open to meeting her nephew. A few months later at church on a Sunday, someone pointed out to me way across the sanctuary that it was Phyllis Price's nephew. I thought, well I can't really see him real well but I could tell he was tall enough. I couldn't quite tell how tall but his head was a lot taller than most of the other men. At some point, I gave Phyllis the go ahead, if she wanted to introduce me to her nephew it was okay by me. A few months later, on Sunday, January 17th, 1999 I received a call from Peter Uber. He had to remind me that his aunt was Phyllis Price.
While on the phone I had all the normal butterflies, especially knowing I was going to say "yes" to go out with him. He had just called a girl that he had no clue about... that in itself intrigued me.
We chit-chatted for a while and set a date for that Friday, January 22nd. He was to pick me up and we were going to go see STOMP. (Stomp is a funky dance team that uses trash cans to make music) I thought, what an excellent idea, trash cans and music, who couldn't make conversation about that? I was so extremely nervous, I about canceled. I am not joking. I talked to one of my friends about an hour before he was to come pick me up. I had a glass of wine, careful not to have too much, because that would not be good!
I was by myself at home, so there would be no awkward introductions with the fam. That night is so fresh in my mind. I had on a burgundy cardigan set with black pants and boots. I was praying the boots would not be too tall. The knock came and I remember I was about to jump out of my skin. I still remember thinking right before I opened the door, "Am I about to meet my future husband"? (not to put any pressure on this night, huh?) I calmly opened the door, there he was.... all 6'4" of him. I let out a deep breath. Honestly, I don't remember much of the rest of the evening except knowing I had a good time and it was easy. (I liked easy and I still like easy.)
I am so thankful 9 years later. I am thankful, for my life that I get to lead with Pete and my precious boys. I am thankful that the Lord solidified both of our hearts to each other and to Him that drew us together.
January 22nd, 1999, I met my life long love. It seems every January is a new year of being able to grow deeper together as we grow as one.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
A filler post
I couldn't leave that mouse picture up for too much longer.
I thought I would share that my sweet husband organized with his brother to get me DANCING WITH THE STARS tickets!!! Yes, I am excited.
Pete's brother works for Harley Davidson as their IT guy and they provide coliseum event tickets for different shows. Jon got us 4 free box seat tickets. Thank you Jon!
2 months ago I almost decided that's what I wanted as my b-day present but it was going to be $150.00 or so for Pete and I to go. I figured he really didn't want to go that much and that was a lot of money. I let it go and we went to our fancy hotel night instead. (At least it lasted for 2 days instead of 3 hours.)
Anyway, I was way surprised and cannot wait until next Saturday. I love the show and actually do some of my own waltzing during the program, that's how into it I am.
Pete said if they asked me to go up there for audience participation... please say no.
Let's hope they don't ask, because I would loved to be lifted and dipped ;)
I couldn't leave that mouse picture up for too much longer.
I thought I would share that my sweet husband organized with his brother to get me DANCING WITH THE STARS tickets!!! Yes, I am excited.
Pete's brother works for Harley Davidson as their IT guy and they provide coliseum event tickets for different shows. Jon got us 4 free box seat tickets. Thank you Jon!
2 months ago I almost decided that's what I wanted as my b-day present but it was going to be $150.00 or so for Pete and I to go. I figured he really didn't want to go that much and that was a lot of money. I let it go and we went to our fancy hotel night instead. (At least it lasted for 2 days instead of 3 hours.)
Anyway, I was way surprised and cannot wait until next Saturday. I love the show and actually do some of my own waltzing during the program, that's how into it I am.
Pete said if they asked me to go up there for audience participation... please say no.
Let's hope they don't ask, because I would loved to be lifted and dipped ;)
Monday, January 14, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Hummm, I guess I have no shame.....
Let me set the scene. My two best friends from college were over on Thursday night. Pete was out at his basketball game. All the kids were in bed. We had a great time catching up, the three of us rarely all are able get together. I had clued them in on the mouse situation, the one we still have not caught! The one that steals the cheese right off the traps we have set.
I had clued Kristen and Ashley in on the mouse situation earlier in the evening. I should be embarrassed but these are friends that you have for life and all they did was laugh. I still am not laughing.
Before Kristen left she decided to look one more time behind the sofa where we had 4 traps, (we are not messing around, we're are out for mickey's death). Here is how the conversation went....
Kristen... "Meredith, didn't you have 4 traps behind the sofa?"
Me....."I think Pete moved some around to some other places" (I go look over the sofa with her), "But we did have TWO of the gluey sticky traps there with the other two regular traps!!!! One of the traps is missing!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kristen...."Oh my gosh, there he is"! (as he runs cross the floor underneath the sofa.)
NOTE: At this point, Ashley jumped up on the coffee table, Kristen is on the bar stool and I am on another bar stool across the room. We are standing 10 feet tall in our chairs and we are dying laughing and almost crying.
We stand there for probably a good 15 minutes trying to figure out what to do. Pete wasn't due home for at least another hour. They decided to help me barricade the steps. Ashley, who was spending the night, was afraid the mouse would climb the 15 stairs and go into her room. It looked like a burglar had come in and turned over chairs and a table.
Kristen leaves, Ashley and I bolt up to my bedroom to watch TV until Pete comes home. Pete arrives to find the mouse had drug the sticky trap underneath the sofa and got away!!!
We have bought 2 more kinds of traps.
There will be a post that he has been caught, I will assure you of that.
I don't know when, but it better be soon.
I'm going to celebrate my birthday tonight with Pete at the Proximity Hotel. My poor sister and brother-in-law are stuck in Mickey Mouse club house until tomorrow when we return!
Let me set the scene. My two best friends from college were over on Thursday night. Pete was out at his basketball game. All the kids were in bed. We had a great time catching up, the three of us rarely all are able get together. I had clued them in on the mouse situation, the one we still have not caught! The one that steals the cheese right off the traps we have set.
I had clued Kristen and Ashley in on the mouse situation earlier in the evening. I should be embarrassed but these are friends that you have for life and all they did was laugh. I still am not laughing.
Before Kristen left she decided to look one more time behind the sofa where we had 4 traps, (we are not messing around, we're are out for mickey's death). Here is how the conversation went....
Kristen... "Meredith, didn't you have 4 traps behind the sofa?"
Me....."I think Pete moved some around to some other places" (I go look over the sofa with her), "But we did have TWO of the gluey sticky traps there with the other two regular traps!!!! One of the traps is missing!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kristen...."Oh my gosh, there he is"! (as he runs cross the floor underneath the sofa.)
NOTE: At this point, Ashley jumped up on the coffee table, Kristen is on the bar stool and I am on another bar stool across the room. We are standing 10 feet tall in our chairs and we are dying laughing and almost crying.
We stand there for probably a good 15 minutes trying to figure out what to do. Pete wasn't due home for at least another hour. They decided to help me barricade the steps. Ashley, who was spending the night, was afraid the mouse would climb the 15 stairs and go into her room. It looked like a burglar had come in and turned over chairs and a table.
Kristen leaves, Ashley and I bolt up to my bedroom to watch TV until Pete comes home. Pete arrives to find the mouse had drug the sticky trap underneath the sofa and got away!!!
We have bought 2 more kinds of traps.
There will be a post that he has been caught, I will assure you of that.
I don't know when, but it better be soon.
I'm going to celebrate my birthday tonight with Pete at the Proximity Hotel. My poor sister and brother-in-law are stuck in Mickey Mouse club house until tomorrow when we return!
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Do I dare share?
I saw Mickey Mouse last night.....I'm not talking about Minnie's companion.
First off, I am a very clean and somewhat organized person. We live in a house that is only 3 years old. It is on a slab foundation. My pantry is organized, there is no food on the floor. My drawers have stuff in them but are not dirty. Tell me how this happened? I don't know. This is my story and if you ask me about in public, I'll be sure to deny it.
Last night, trauma hit my world at around 9:30pm. I was coming down stairs to get some ice cream for us. I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye scatter under our sofa. Yes, our sofa in our living room. I really thought it may have been a moth or some bug!? I ran up and got Pete. Thankfully, he takes me seriously, for the most part. He lifted our sofa and moved it around. Sure enough a mouse ran under the ottoman. (Not nice words were coming from my mouth.) If we were on live TV or a reality show, there definitely needed to be a 7 second delay or some beeps. Seems like there were some crumbs of goldfish, crackers, cookies etc. that Mickey found. Next question, did we catch him? NO!!!! The only thing we can figure out; there was a hole in the underneath part of the ottoman and we think he got up in there. Needless to say the ottoman is in the garage probably with the rest of his family. I don't care if we never have another ottoman. Pete said he would take apart the ottoman to make sure it was clean and no other burrows. I thought that's fine, we now have seat for the garage and it can stay in the garage! He is coming home for lunch today with traps and to figure out where Mickey found a way into the "Promise Land". I was tempted not to post this... but this is my life, uncensored ;) Pete got a good look at him and said he was very small. Is that suppose to make me feel better?! I think not. That's it, we have a mouse, we think we got him back outside. Who knows for sure? I slept great last night wondering if even a little mouse could make it upstairs. I decided there was no way and we will leave it at that, (unless he knows we have leftover dishes of ice cream on our nightstands).
I saw Mickey Mouse last night.....I'm not talking about Minnie's companion.
First off, I am a very clean and somewhat organized person. We live in a house that is only 3 years old. It is on a slab foundation. My pantry is organized, there is no food on the floor. My drawers have stuff in them but are not dirty. Tell me how this happened? I don't know. This is my story and if you ask me about in public, I'll be sure to deny it.
Last night, trauma hit my world at around 9:30pm. I was coming down stairs to get some ice cream for us. I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye scatter under our sofa. Yes, our sofa in our living room. I really thought it may have been a moth or some bug!? I ran up and got Pete. Thankfully, he takes me seriously, for the most part. He lifted our sofa and moved it around. Sure enough a mouse ran under the ottoman. (Not nice words were coming from my mouth.) If we were on live TV or a reality show, there definitely needed to be a 7 second delay or some beeps. Seems like there were some crumbs of goldfish, crackers, cookies etc. that Mickey found. Next question, did we catch him? NO!!!! The only thing we can figure out; there was a hole in the underneath part of the ottoman and we think he got up in there. Needless to say the ottoman is in the garage probably with the rest of his family. I don't care if we never have another ottoman. Pete said he would take apart the ottoman to make sure it was clean and no other burrows. I thought that's fine, we now have seat for the garage and it can stay in the garage! He is coming home for lunch today with traps and to figure out where Mickey found a way into the "Promise Land". I was tempted not to post this... but this is my life, uncensored ;) Pete got a good look at him and said he was very small. Is that suppose to make me feel better?! I think not. That's it, we have a mouse, we think we got him back outside. Who knows for sure? I slept great last night wondering if even a little mouse could make it upstairs. I decided there was no way and we will leave it at that, (unless he knows we have leftover dishes of ice cream on our nightstands).
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Food TV
One of my favorite things to do by myself is to watch Food TV. Even if I can just sit for a partial segment. I have always enjoyed watching people make food. When I was little, I remember watching Julia Child and the New Orleans cajun guy on PBS. I would stand in our kitchen stirring canned corn and adding spices to my masterpiece. I would talk out loud and describe in detail what I was making, as if I were being taped for TV. (I'm not kidding).
Some 20 years later, I find myself actually trying to make a Barefoot Contessa dish. Her dishes seem to be elegant yet simple. When one begins the recipe, one seems to find themselves over their heads, namely "Me". I made filet of beef bourguignon. ( I'm not even sure how to pronounce that last word). It looked good and we are beef lovers at our house!
I will say it turned out perfect... at 8:45pm last night. I was hoping to have this romantic dinner for two at 7:30 or so. AGGH. Thankfully, it was just the two of us. I kept thinking if I was serving this for guests I would have died.
My carrots WOULD NOT cook, I kept having to add more of the liquids to create more sauce. I think I used almost a whole bottle of wine for my reduction sauce! To finish cooking my carrots, I did a few short cuts that I will not share because "Contessa" would not approve . The dish turned out perfect in the long run. I googled this recipe to include in this post and look what came up! Someone else having a hard time with their carrots. I wasn't loosing my mind. I thought how can you mess up carrots! I agree with all of his other suggestions too, like the bigger pan. Thankfully, that's the only size I had, so it worked out fine. By the way, I found a really good deal on the filets of beef. I spent only $10.00 for two and sliced those to have a total of 4 pieces.
By the time we sat down to eat, I was done. I was so sick of the sauce and tasting to see if my carrots were cooked. However, Pete seemed to really like it. I will try this again and will fine tune it for the future.
PS Microwaves work wonders
One of my favorite things to do by myself is to watch Food TV. Even if I can just sit for a partial segment. I have always enjoyed watching people make food. When I was little, I remember watching Julia Child and the New Orleans cajun guy on PBS. I would stand in our kitchen stirring canned corn and adding spices to my masterpiece. I would talk out loud and describe in detail what I was making, as if I were being taped for TV. (I'm not kidding).
Some 20 years later, I find myself actually trying to make a Barefoot Contessa dish. Her dishes seem to be elegant yet simple. When one begins the recipe, one seems to find themselves over their heads, namely "Me". I made filet of beef bourguignon. ( I'm not even sure how to pronounce that last word). It looked good and we are beef lovers at our house!
I will say it turned out perfect... at 8:45pm last night. I was hoping to have this romantic dinner for two at 7:30 or so. AGGH. Thankfully, it was just the two of us. I kept thinking if I was serving this for guests I would have died.
My carrots WOULD NOT cook, I kept having to add more of the liquids to create more sauce. I think I used almost a whole bottle of wine for my reduction sauce! To finish cooking my carrots, I did a few short cuts that I will not share because "Contessa" would not approve . The dish turned out perfect in the long run. I googled this recipe to include in this post and look what came up! Someone else having a hard time with their carrots. I wasn't loosing my mind. I thought how can you mess up carrots! I agree with all of his other suggestions too, like the bigger pan. Thankfully, that's the only size I had, so it worked out fine. By the way, I found a really good deal on the filets of beef. I spent only $10.00 for two and sliced those to have a total of 4 pieces.
By the time we sat down to eat, I was done. I was so sick of the sauce and tasting to see if my carrots were cooked. However, Pete seemed to really like it. I will try this again and will fine tune it for the future.
PS Microwaves work wonders
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Christmas Decorations
I absolutely hate taking them down. I wanted to throw out our tree with the lights on. I figured we have 4 strands of lights that maybe cost $3.00 each. $12.00 not to sweat, get irritated and bring down all of the dead pine needles.... sounds like a deal to me.
I should be more positive about my day. However, I can't think of anything. I could tell about Garrett's throwing up session in McDonalds.
A guy that was sitting right next to me ran and got me napkins. He has done his good deed for the year!
Pete was meeting me at McDonalds and I had gotten there a little early. I kinda had on a cute outfit and I was putting my lipstick on to see my husband mid-day.... to only end up catching mounds of throw up in my hands by my two-year old.
I think the throw-up overshadowed my outfit and my lipstick.
Gotta love it!
PS Garrett is not sick, if he coughs the wrong way he gags himself into throwing up.
I absolutely hate taking them down. I wanted to throw out our tree with the lights on. I figured we have 4 strands of lights that maybe cost $3.00 each. $12.00 not to sweat, get irritated and bring down all of the dead pine needles.... sounds like a deal to me.
I should be more positive about my day. However, I can't think of anything. I could tell about Garrett's throwing up session in McDonalds.
A guy that was sitting right next to me ran and got me napkins. He has done his good deed for the year!
Pete was meeting me at McDonalds and I had gotten there a little early. I kinda had on a cute outfit and I was putting my lipstick on to see my husband mid-day.... to only end up catching mounds of throw up in my hands by my two-year old.
I think the throw-up overshadowed my outfit and my lipstick.
Gotta love it!
PS Garrett is not sick, if he coughs the wrong way he gags himself into throwing up.
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