If this were a real post, instead of a test, I’d have to you know, say stuffs.
Really, I just want to see if it shows up in my reader.
If this were a real post, instead of a test, I’d have to you know, say stuffs.
Really, I just want to see if it shows up in my reader.
Hi! Welcome to my new site. It’s a bit dusty in here, but this is my new home. Might take a few days for me to figure it all out and sweep out all this dam dust, but I love it. I am still me, just fancier duds. Call it an upgrade, if you will.
Mommy Geekology is the most amazing person in the world. Seriously. She has patiently put this site together for me today. Answered a zillion questions and hasn’t called me an idiot yet. She gets teh awesome friend award for the day week month? One of those. She rocks.
So…what do you think?
ps. Issa no longer accepts anonymous comments. If you are going to say it, own it. That is all.
On Thursday morning, I will kiss my husband and babies good-by and get on a plane to Chicago by myself. To go to BlogHer. Something that seemed like a great idea…back in December of last year. On Thursday, I will meet tons of new people that I feel like I know, even though I don’t really yet. I will hug as many people as will allow me too. I will drink wine with some of you and try to remember everyone’s names.
I will talk more than I ever do. I will be braver than I ever am. I will shower each day. I will wear clothes without baby snot on them. I will do my damnedest to have a blast.
I have not, since having children, been on a plane without someone in my family. Sometimes without kids, sometimes without husband, yes. But alone? No.
I’ll spend four days not changing diapers. Not breaking up arguments. Not yelling at the dog to stop barking at the same dang squirrel. I don’t have to coax a baby to eat, nor ask my daughters to pick up their clothes off the floor. I won’t argue with my husband about the remote control, not push his 6′4″ limbs off of me in the middle of the night.
Sounds like a vacation, right?
Thing is, this is my reality. This is my world that I know. Without it, I’m not sure what I know.
I am not brave. I am scared. I am going so far out of my comfort zone. I know I am not alone in this. I know many of you are scared.
But right now? The anxiety has set in and I am terrified.
I’m scared no one will talk to me, or care to know who I am. I’m scared I’ll be too tired to go to all the parties. I’m scared that I’ll stutter and speed through my keynote reading and no one will understand a word I say. I’m scared that I’ll cry, which I hate doing in front of people. Scared that I will freak out at some point and hide in a closet and call my BFF or my mommy. Scared that at some point, I will wish I’d stayed home.
I won’t be able to call my husband, because he’s going to be camping with my kids and his family in the boondocks. I won’t be able to talk to my girls, hug my baby. For four days, I will be alone. Surrounded by people but alone.
I’m scared.
It’s been a while since I’ve done a meme, right? No? Eh, whatever. It’s either, this sixteen meme that I stole from Domestic Extraordinaire and Amazing Greis, or my too do list for our upcoming trip to Disney. Somehow I figured you’d all prefer the meme. It is the sixteen things you can’t live with this summer. I have a love of summer, if only until it gets too hot and then I start praying for Fall. In Denver though, the horrible hear generally only lasts a few weeks, in July-August, so until then, I will love summer.
So here it goes, sixteen things I can’t live without during summer:
1. Sunscreen. I am a pasty white, Polish honky. Serious, I fry even with sunscreen. I love the smell of it. The smell of summer to me is sunscreen.
2. Watermelon. I will have watermelon in my fridge all summer. It is included with every single meal.
3. The beach. I may not live near one. But I make sure to go once a summer at least, since we moved. A summer without the beach is just wrong. The pool is a great second choice.
4. Flip-flops. Now truly I wear flip-flops as often as humanly possible, but buying new ones every summer makes me so happy.
5. My AC. House and car. I don’t really mind the heat in the daytime, but I can’t stand to be hot when I want to sleep. Luckily, our house has AC. It’s not a given out here. Summer is so short, that older houses don’t generally have it.
6. Popsicles. I love them as much as my kids do.
7. Margaritas & mojitos, the two greatest drinks ever invented.
8. BBQ’s. We love to BBQ.
9. Sun. Which you would think is a given, but all it has done here in the past month is rain. Rain, Rain and a bit more rain. Sun would be nice. (Is pouring as I type this. Literally, we haven’t turned our sprinklers on yet.)
10. My camera. Somehow I am really good at taking pictures in the summer. Maybe it’s the green on the trees, or the sun kissed look my kids have, but I love summer outdoor pictures.
11. Iced tea. What is summer without constant iced tea? Think it’s not good for you? I’ll tell you what my grandma always said: iced tea has to be good for you, it’s almost all water. People never argued with her. You can’t argue with the voice of reason.
12. Vacations. I don’t care where we go, or what we do, but we always do something. Even smaller weekend trips make a summer worthwhile.
13. Movies. Summer movies are always the best and this summer is full of them. Logan and I have made a pact to see two a month. We were going to try for one a week, but it’s just not going to happen.
14. Summer food: corn on the cob, smores, cherries, hot dogs, churros and BBQ chicken. I love it all.
15. Dam this is a lot of numbers. Ooohhh ice cream. Should be a higher number. To be honest, we have ice cream often. In the summer though, it is a food group and the most important one.
16. We are going to Disneyland this weekend. We’re going to go to the beach. I’m going to bask in the smell of he tiny newborn my cousin had three weeks ago. And? I get to meet Instamom. Basically this weekend, is high on my list.
Ok, so you all know that I don’t cook. I say it all the time. But what you really need to know is that it is by choice, not because I suck at cooking. You know, say it enough and you will never have to cook. Actually I am a pretty decent cook and a dam fine baker. But only when I want to be. I have a love for seeing how long I can go without cooking a real meal. Truly, my husband would back me up on this.
Since we are BBQ’ing tomorrow night, I thought I share one of my favorite recipes with you. It may sound bad, but it is freaking good. So, here goes… Beer can up the butt chicken. And yes, that is the technical name.
What you need is:
1 whole un-cooked chicken
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 tablespoons salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
3 tablespoons of Mrs. Dash (or some garlic salt and whatever else you want to throw on it)
1 can of beer (The crappier the beer, the better…like Coors or something.)
Ok, so start you grill. Or if you are like me, you make your big strong, manly spouse do it. Your choice. Let the grill warm up as you prepare Mr. Chicken. First you give Mr. Chicken a nice lukewarm water bath. Please, no bubble bath, even if he begs. Take out any giblets and remove the neck. (If you are squeamish, have the meat guy do this for you. If you ask nicely they will even wash Mr. Chicken for you.)
Pat Mr. Chicken dry with paper towels and then give him a oil massage. He will super love this. Wouldn’t you? If he gets fresh, just smack him around a bit. Mr. Chicken tends to get a bit fresh.
Then rub the spices all over him. Think of it as aromatherapy.
Open beer can. Take a few sips, big sips, cause you only want it to be half full. Stick half drunk beer up Mr. Chicken’s ass. Apologize.
Stick Mr. Chicken on grill. Balance him on the beer can and his legs. Cook for an hour and a half or so. Spear Mr. Chicken with a fork to make sure he no longer bleeds. When he doesn’t, he’s done.
Remove from grill. Take beer can out of Mr. Chicken’s ass. Enjoy your chicken. Goes nicely with salad and grilled corn on the cobb.
Come back next time when we learn how to skewer Mr. Chicken. Loads of fun.
ps. I needed to move that post below down a bit, so I decided to break my no posting on weekends rule. Hope you all have a great weekend.
It is imperative that you close the full bottle of milk, prior to putting into your purse for safe keeping.
Signed,
Your soggy, not sure her iPod or cell phone works, milky pursed self.
ps. You still have one more day to ask me any question you want. I’ll answer them all tomorrow. I love the ones I’ve gotten, except for the troll, who I still may answer.
pps. I’m going to North California tomorrow until Tuesday, to visit my dad and the dreaded step-monster. I hope you all have a great weekend.
Ok, so I’m not going fishing, but I am going on vacation starting Saturday. I had intended on posting this week…maybe catching up on some of your posts, but I’m just not going to be able too. The girls are on spring break, which means they have nine zillion things to say, even more things to do and well…neither of them are old enough to ignore yet. Really, it’s kinda fun to hang out with them. My kids are neat little peoples. Oh, and the boy, he crawls. Did I tell you that? Like full on crawling. Dude is fast too; he is now into everything. Plus, hai, vacation for nearly two weeks, which means clothes need to be bought (god forbid anyone fits into their spring clothes from last year), items packed (holy crap I have to pack a ton of stuff to leave the kids for 10 days….and yes, we are leaving Harrison. Sob.) and a zillion other little things that add up.
Basically, I am taking a vacation. I may be on Twitter or The Facebook every now and then, but I won’t be posting and I’m planning on ignoring my reader until I get back. I have lined up some amazing people as guest posters. Those won’t start until next week though. Until then, well I hope you’ll all forgive me for disappearing for a few weeks. I’ll be back April 17th, just in time for my birthday, which is the 20th. I hope you all have a great few weeks. Please come by in the next few weeks and say hi to my guest posters. They are pretty awesome and I’m thrilled that they all agreed. Who knows what will happen while I’m gone. Hopefully this place is still standing.
Back soon peeps, don’t forget me okay? 
I want to know who took it and when I’m going to get it back. Because I miss it and want it back. Like now.
I should have known today was going to be sucky when I couldn’t sleep last night. As I watched the clock hit 1am, I really should have known. I am not good at time changes.
This morning, bright and early at 5:30am my son decided he’d had enough sleep. Because you see, 5 month old babies could care less about daylight savings time. In fact they could care less about anything that doesn’t concern them. They are kind of selfish that way. When said son was deposited into my bed, by my lovely husband on his way to work, I said to him: my lovely son, it’s still dark outside, that means it’s night night time. Then he laughed at me.
Waking up the girls was an absolute joy today as well. While in the middle of a screaming crying tantrum, Morgan accused me of doing this to her on purpose. Yes, my lovely child, I did this. I came up with time changes just to screw with you. I have that much power.
After the promise of a crack filled donut and a shot of coffee in her chocolate milk, she did finally stop screaming and get dressed. Of course as we neared the school we saw one of those big bank signs, you know, the ones with the time on it. Which of course hadn’t been changed and said 7:18am, instead of 8:18am and the screaming started again. See mom, we are going to be early. I could be sleeping right now. You are so mean.
Then I threw her dropped them off at school and headed for the nearest Starbucks.
Did I mention how much I hate time changes? Please someone, tell me how sucky your time change day is. Lets bask in the suckyness.
Why does your cousin leave her garage door open all of the time, I asked Logan yesterday. “She likes people to walk in that way. I’m not even sure she remembers that she has a front door, was his response.
When I asked her why, she basically said the same thing. She also said half the time she doesn’t close it at night. She doesn’t lock her doors either.
Later on in the afternoon, as we got home, Logan started laughing. When I asked him what he was laughing at, he said me. Not only did I close the garage door before I even turned off the car, but I locked the car after I got the baby out.
I am a city girl, what can I say? It’s who I am. I was trained from a little girl too be street smart. Now I live in one of the safest neighborhoods in the mid-west. But I’m still a city girl.
Please excuse Issa from blogging, reading, twittering, thinking and hearing for the next oh two, three, maybe four days. She is sicky. She has caught The Crud from her lovely child. The one who has been hanging off of her non-stop since Monday morning. The one who hasn’t learned how to cover her mouth every time she coughs, not just every fifth time. Which is bad considering how often she is coughing.
Issa is just thankful she lives in the land of Nyquil, melts in your mouth Cloreseptic strips and cookies. Because well, duh.
Issa will return when she doesn’t want to poke her eyeballs out with a spork to relieve the pressure. You know, if she had a spork handy. Which she doesn’t and her husband won’t go and buy her one.
Please hold up the Internet while she is away. She would be very sad for it to disappear while she is ill.
Thanks,
Issa’s laptop.
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