Chaos: ~noun~ a state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order. My personal definition of chaos would be: eight girls(7 of which are 12) all under the same roof for a birthday party! I suppose I could end this post right here, but where would the fun be in that???
We decided when our eldest(the 12 year old) turned three that throwing a birthday party every year was no longer an option. We didn't get friend parties every year. We survived. Who made up that rule anyway! So we do the big ones. 5, 8, 10, 12, 16 etc. So the milestones. That being said, Kristin has known and made it known--to me--that she was having a party. Yes, I know child of mine. She originally wanted a slumber party, but she was naming way too many girls. I admire any woman who can host a slumber party with more than 5 kids! I say 5 because that is my personal limit--this means my daughters plus 3 friends. So we decided on a party with dinner. I came up with a few game ideas that Kristin and my extras seemed to like. I put together some goody bags, and some silly prizes and poof a party was made.
It was a crazy week that lead up to a crazy night. Everyday I either went somewhere or had a drama or dramas! So by today, I was ready to lock up the doors and hide for about a year. Knowing full well I couldn't really do that, I awoke today mentally planning my day. Ever do this? You list in your head what needs to be done, how you will do it, and when? The house was in total disarray, laundry is way behind, I had to make a grocery list, get gas, and go to the store. Plus I had to make cupcakes, set up party stuff, and be ready all by 5PM. My morning was a bit crazy, but we got through. I got the shopping done before lunch. The cupcakes underway shortly thereafter. Then a miracle happened. I not only got help from my mom, I got help from my extras. They did a bang up job getting the house clean. I could breathe.
Five PM, for me, got here all too quickly! Wow, can a gaggle of giggly girls be noisy. I am quite certain I NEVER cackled and laughed and carried on like that. I am also quite certain I NEVER shouted and screamed and climbed all over my friends either. That being said, everyone had fun. It was loud and crazy, but they had fun. They laughed and acted silly. That is what it is all about.
The house is clean again. And the best part, I took a nice bath after it was over. My tub has jets. I finally got my calgon moment!
I am following on Emmy's coattails, and I am going to participate in this writing prompt from Mama's Losin' it! I have just now decided that, "Mama's Losin' It" will be my stolen...errr...borrowed...creed. I have had a crazy couple of days. Today was craziest of the two. I have been up for nearly 16 hours now, on about 5 hours of sleep. In those 16 hours I think I have spent a total of 4 non collective hours at home. So, without any further ado....
If you give a mom a moment...she might catch her breath. If she catches her breath, she might be able to think more clearly. If she can think more clearly, she might remember why she went into the garage in the first place. If she remembers that she was supposed to be getting the meat out of the freezer, she will also remember that the milk needed to be replaced. If she remembers the milk needs replacing she will remember that the cereal is low. If she remembers that the cereal is low she will remember that the dishes haven't been washed since last night. If she remembers the dishes haven't been washed since last night, she will remember that she is out of paper towels. If she remembers she is out of paper towels, she will remember that she needs to call for a dentist appointment. If she remembers to call for a dentist appointment, she will remember that she needs that she needs a moment...a moment to....she will a need a moment to...."Hey, why the heck am I standing in the garage anyway!?"
To all my sisters who have been there and done that! I love you all. On those days when you can't seem to get it together, remember to give yourself a moment...to catch your breath....it's okay to breathe now and then.
I started a science project a few weeks ago. I started with a mixture that was, in the beginning edible. I even had my family, and my extras sample the mixture. It was received rave reviews. There was still some left, so I put it into a smaller container to preserve for another day. I continued with my experiments day after day. Each time, my family (and extras) willingly tried and raved about every concoction I brewed up. There was always some left. My experiments began to grow and grow. Soon they were taking over. Something had to be done before they came to life and threatened the very lives of those in my care.
So today, I took one for the team. After all, I am the one who started the experiments in the first place. I bravely retrieved all 9 of the now mysterious containers. One by one I pulled them out of the thermally insulated compartment in which I had them stored. One in particular was especially deadly looking. I wasn't sure what it was when that experiment had started. I was able to identify all of the experiments except for that one. I let the scary one sit to the end. I was afraid of it. It appeared solid but the top layer had a watery substance. It was alive. I was sure of it. It was watching me dispose of his evil minions, but I was faster and smarter. I grabbed the container and bravely turned it over where he would meet his doom.
Yes, I cleaned out my fridge. I didn't CLEAN it though. I wasn't that ambitious. I needed containers. The mystery container? Oh, yeah...that was gravy....I think. What motivates you to clean out your fridge?
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Great Escape Meme 1. If you could escape to anywhere in the world where would it be? Some place tropical with all the amenities included. 2. What song do you play when you are by yourself in the car? I like to sing "Popular" from Wicked. Also "Defying Gravity" from Wicked. Do you sense a theme here??? 3. If you had a night to yourself, and money was no object, what would you do? Shop til I drop. Spa. Hotel. Pricey one at that. Fancy dinner. and hey...if money is no object...I am just going to the Ford dealership over there and getting that red convertible mustang.... 4. What is your guilty pleasure? Sneaking away for some "me" time. It's a rare and precious thing. 5. What is the farthest place you have traveled away from your home? Virginia because we moved there. Does that count as travel? For travel I would say Georgia. 6. Last book that you couldn't put down? I don't get to read nearly as often as I would like. That being said, I will name the two I am currently reading: Altared Plans, and The Work and the Glory(book 2). 7. When you want to escape into another time, what movie do you watch? Hmmmmm....I think I prefer movies/TV where magic exists. It's true escape. Like Samantha, I can twitch my nose and "poof" the house is clean. Or with the wave of my wand, like Harry Potter, I can cause a bit of a mischief. So for me, Bewitched, Harry Potter and the like. 8. What is your favorite local escape? The beach, even tho it is 60 miles away. The duck pond is nice. As long as no one falls in! 9. How do you escape on a budget? You find free stuff to do. There are lots of things to do all around us. You just have to find it. A lot of times museums will have free days. I also get free movie passes through my bank account. Score cards offer stuff like that. Going to the library and finding a nice quiet corner to read. Best food you've ever had while on vacation. Well I have to say in my travels, I have tried many things...I even got to try ALLIGATOR! It's good. It tastes like PORK. Interesting. But I am going to go all the way back to my Honeymoon in Mexico. That was some good food.
Supposedly mine are the best. Well I promise I only do one thing different than the best recipe I know--Nestle Toll House--Anyway...here is the recipe the way I do it.
1 cup of crisco--just the plain white stuff not the butter flavor 3/4 cup sugar 3/4 cup brown sugar packed 2 eggs 1 tsp vanilla 2 1/4 cups flour 1 tsp baking soda 1 tsp salt 12 ounces semi-sweet chocolate chips 1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
Cream crisco and sugars together. Add eggs and vanilla. Then mix in dry ingredients. Add chocolate chips and nuts. Cook at 375* for 9-11 minutes. I start at 9min.30 seconds and go from there. I like to have the tops of the cookies just barely turning golden brown at the top. They are chewier that way. If you want them crunchier than go the full 11 minutes. Really that is all I do, but even my mother wants MY cookies over her own. Silly mom!