Monday, November 30, 2009

Turkey Wraps

No this is not a wonderful recipe for leftover turkey. This is a random wrap-up of our Thanksgiving holiday.

Kudos to Adorable Hubbies Sister and Brother-in-law on an absolutely fantastic turkey and stuffing. Adorable Hubby and I agree that food wise, it was our best ever Thanksgiving. I've got a little trickle of drool running down my chin just thinking of it.

On Monday before Thanksgiving #3 son announced that he wanted to try banana cream pie. I always try to make sure everyone has their favorite food for big gatherings so I made two banana cream pies. Turns out boy family members aren't big banana cream pie fans.

This conversation took place on Thanksgiving morning between me and #5.
"Mom, what is stuffing?"

"It's dried up bread and spices mixed with broth and stuffed inside the Turkey to keep it from drying out while it's cooked."

#5's face is settling into a look of confusion," So you stuff old dried up bread it into the Turkeys guts?"

Boy Mom's face is settling into a look of chagrin at how this sounds, "Well, it's bread mixed with yummy spices and broth, and yes it goes in where the, umm...guts used to be."

"So, how and why do we eat it?" His expression is bordering on disgust.

"Well after the turkey is done cooking, we scoop out the stuffing and put it in a bowl and then some people like to eat it with their potatoes and gravy and turkey..." I can't continue because the look of disgust has turned to a look of horror that is making me feel a little queasy.

"Mom, I don't think I like stuffing." He shudders a little.

"#5, I'm not sure I like stuffing anymore either." as I gag a little over the word stuffing.

Did I mention the stuffing was excellent? It wasn't cooked in the turkey though. And #5 made it very clear that he wasn't eating any stuffing...ever!

I was told by two different people that pecan pie reminded them of beetles. One kind soul, aka #1 son further clarified the beetles as "more like cockroaches really!"

I had no problem eating pecan pie. No worries that no one wanted to share.


We joined Adorable Hubbies Mom and Dad, Brother and Sister and families and two great grandparents for feasting, laughing, games and fun. As we left #8 our foster son said,"Wow, that's really beautiful."

"What?" I asked thinking maybe he was referring to a house with Christmas lights we were passing.

"Thanksgiving with Adorable Hubbies family." He sighed.

"Yes, #8 it was a beautiful day for a beautiful holiday!"

Monday, November 23, 2009

Mondays Muttered Mumblings

Hooray, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It's so easy to decorate for what with the kids tracking in all the leaves that still need raked and my beloved shop-vac being broken. A housekeeping tragedy? Nope, Thanksgiving decorations.

I had to work Saturday so Adorable Hubby and I went to bed at 8:30 PM in order for him to catch up on some much needed sleep and so that I wouldn't dread being to work at 7:00AM on a Saturday. Ha, we ended up talking, cuddling, laughing, crying, until 1:30AM. I still woke up refreshed and ready for the day. I Guess spending quality time with your soul mate is as good as extra sleep.

A grateful heart leads to an abundant life.

I'm looking forward to reconnecting with friends and family over the next few weeks as the holidays bring us together.

#3 is walking, no more crutches! WooHoo, The attitude 14 year old attitude is also back in full force. Lovely!

And now a few things I'm thankful for:

Adorable Hubby, he makes me laugh, he makes me cry, he listens.

Eight Sons! I'm surrounded by love.

Friends your amazing love makes life sweet.

Pecans, cause it's pecan pie season baby.

Modern conveniences, need I say more.

I'll add a few more every day this week!

Hugs to you all happy Monday!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Tell it like it is!

#1 picked me up from work today. Lately #1 has been really open about his feelings and wanting to talk about his life. Today he wanted to talk about his feelings for girls. He was telling me that he had discovered he is attracted to pear shaped girls, or super slender girls. "Like me?" I said jokingly, referring to the slender part.

"Hmmm, I don't know what your shape is exactly, Mom." He said thoughtfully. "Maybe Pineapple?"

OUCH #1! True, but OUCH!

Friday, November 13, 2009


Anonymous, it's a tough word to say and a tough concept to swallow. It pretty much means that you are gonna do something really personal whether nice, mean 0r tough loving, without letting the other party know who's on the other side of the personal.

I've heard that some bloggers get mean anonymous comments all the time. I've been lucky to not have any until recently.

I guess someone took offense to my post in which I referred to a women in the neighborhood as a "Retarded Puppy" Oops!

I really considered not posting that bit after I wrote it. It doesn't exactly match the benevolent, delightful, fluffy, do-gooder persona I have concocted for myself. So now you know, and Anonymous made sure that I know, I'm a rude, selfish, even hypocritical, meanie. Thanks for being willing to get personal Anonymous, you're truly a friend.

I'll go back to fluffy now!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Mondays Mutterings

Does anyone else think g-mail sounds naughty? Or am I the only one that giggles inside every time I hear it?

I have a terrible icky confession. I have mice. It makes me feel dirty just saying it. We inherited the mice with our house. I've heard that during the Great Depression hobo's would mark homes where kindness and a warm meal could be found were living in a marked house. Bet none of you knew that this economic downturn effected the rodent population, yep, I think, thanks to my crumby boys, we've got a rodent stimulus package going on right here at Boy House. Since I can't set traps for the boys I'm setting traps for the mice. You'd think that the overwhelming smell of straight chlorine bleach would be clue the little beasties in but alas they just waltz right into the traps and then I feel guilty all day. Sigh!

May I recommend coloring? Yes, coloring like you did when you were a little kid. Sunday Adorable Hubby and all 8 of our sons sat around the table coloring. Such peace and tranquility has not blessed our house for many days.

I bought a cute shirt on Saturday for, wait for it... $6.00 I love deals and I love having something new to wear.

#6 has been learning a lot in first grade. He announced tonight that he can count to 100 in high fives. Way to go #6 give me five.

My sister has been in the hospital for a week and a half fighting for her life and quality of life. She suffered a ruptured aneurysm. Her name is Laura, she and her beautiful family could use your prayers.

Hugs and love to all my bloggy friends.

Happy Monday!

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Haute Cuisine

Adorable Hubby makes several meals that leave us thinking he should open a restaurant. Last night we enjoyed the best steak and everything's on the planet. At the conclusion off the meal #5 proclaimed, "Dad, you should open a restaurant called Boy Families Steak and Everything's So Good You Won't Even Know they have Peppers, Mushrooms and Onions on Them."

Uhh, wordy but it has a ring to it. I'd eat there.

Thursday, November 5, 2009


Seventeen years old? It's just not possible. My handsome #2 is seventeen today.

He is an amazing son, with a personality designed to teach me much of the beauty and weakness of my own soul, they say the ones most like you teach you the most.

All he wanted for his birthday is a really nice camera. I'm going to try to upload some of his pictures taken on his cheap cruddy little camera so you'll know why I will make whatever sacrifices necessary I need to in order to help him follow his dreams.

Sorry about the funky spacing, just can't get google to cooperate.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Mondays Muttered Mumblings on Tuesday

Halloween is over but I didn't finish decorating and cooking until November 1rst. I don't think I'll take it down until December 1rst. I'll just add some turkeys.


Why do I always tell myself I'll swear off sugar until Christmas the day after my kids have gathered 78 lbs of candy from the neighbors. I'm such a dieting tard! We all know it's never gonna happen, especially with 5 dozen left over sugar cookies with orange flavored icing.


Sugar cookies with orange flavored icing...YUMMMMMM!


Sunday morning #6 asked me to turn off the lights so he could watch his Halloween glow stick glow. "Uhhh, the lights aren't on Sweetie." I said. "I can do a lot of things but turning off the sun isn't one of them." He didn't miss a beat, " The weather man can!" he stated. Sheesh, all this time I thought weathermen were on the nerdy end of the cool-0-meter! Cool-O-meter... Weathermen, get it? Never mind.


There is a woman who goes to our church that is a single Mom with two boys. Since she moved in she has figured I was a great option for free child care since, after all, my entire life is centered around caring for boys. What difference would two more make?

Picture Kate Goslin hair, only platinum blond, skin so tanned it's freakish looking and a tube of eyeliner a day. Until recently when she added platinum hair extensions and quit wearing make-up, she kinda resembles Paris Hilton as a polygamist wife.

Any who, in September her boys attended one of our boys football games with us and her 9 year old hit number seven in the face with his bike to the tune of $350.00 in stitches. Have I heard a humble heart felt apology from this women or her son? H#*l NO!

I want to hate this woman I really do! But, her older son has been a really good friend to #3 and is really a great kid. So Halloween night I say to Older Son, "Hey, you and Little Brother are welcome to stop by for soup while you're out trick-or-treating."

Around 8:00 PM the door bell rings, on my porch is Older Son and Woman I Really Want to Hate. "Uhh...Hi? Are you trick-or-treating?" I ask.
"No, my Mom is just dropping me off" says Oldest Son.
"Uhh...Are you having soup with us then?" I ask Oldest Son.
"Well sure I guess I could stay" says Woman I Really Want to Hate.

What the...

So she stays and eats soup which she needs salt and pepper for. She spends corners and spends 15 minutes telling my good friend Kirstin all the juicy personal details about her ex-husband and the guy she's dating, and her recent car accident. To which Kirstin after nodding and making appropriate responses to this stranger says "Hi, I'm Kirstin, and you are???" It made me laugh pretty hard but Polygamist Barbie missed the sarcasm.

Later I told Adorable Hubby,"It's like trying to hate a retarded puppy!"


Hmmm, it's 11:30, #7 is still in nothing butt a t-shirt....and, this post is deteriorating rapidly so... I'm off to eat the rest of the sugar cookies so I can swear off sugar.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Check Mate

I consider myself fairly intelligent and quick witted. My sons are all to quick to knock me down a peg or two lest I should get too carried away in my own cleverness.

For instance, the other afternoon after a particularly trying day with #7 my 5 year old, I asked him in tones dripping with exasperation, "#7, why did you do that?"

He thought, he pursed his lips, he wrinkled his forehead, he screwed up his face and thought really hard, then his face relaxed and brightened as he answered confidently, "Because I'm a kid!"

Ummm, touche, checkmate and all that #7! You ARE one AMAZING kid!

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