Photo Friday: Dressin' Up


This photo was taken a few years ago at my sister-in-law and brother-in-law’s wedding.  I’m on the right.  The funniest thing about this picture to me is that I look so tall when in reality, I am 5’2″.

Recipe Rally: Fruit


I tasted this at a work barbeque recently and had to snag the recipe because it is so delicious.  I am a big fan of dessert, and it’s easier to justify having some if it has fruit it in (because then it’s good for you, right?).

No-Bake Lemon Cheesecake

1 Ten-inch Graham Cracker Pie Crust
22 ounces of cream cheese
2 small packages of lemon instant pudding
1 can evaporated milk
1 can partially frozen lemonade mix
1 small container cool whip

Beat the cream cheese and lemon pudding together.  Add the evaporated milk.  Beat well.  Add partially frozen lemonade (you can also add pieces of lemon or a few squeezes of lemon for more lemon flavor) and mix well.  Fold in cool whip.  Pour into pie crust and freeze for 4 hours.  Serves best if you remove from freezer a little before serving.

CHBM Carnival: Music


I’m supposed to introduce y’all to my favorite band of the moment.  Well, sadly, I haven’t been keeping up on the music scene lately but thanks to the wonderful blog world, I stumbled upon British artist Amy Winehouse’s album “Back to Black.”  If you haven’t heard the album, go have a listen at her website.  At the least, her lyrics (“They tried to make me to go to rehab and I said no no no”) will make you laugh!  I’m a big fan of funny lyrics.  🙂

How I Met Joe


Today’s Carnival question is “How did you meet your spouse/partner?”

Joe and I met on the internet back when it was new (to us, at least) and exciting, back when we struggled to sign online with our 14K modems on 486 computers. After realizing I couldn’t actually meet celebrities like the AOL brochure promised, I began scouting for a boyfriend to replace the current loser I was with (a guy who, at the time, was in a group home and is now in prison…) so I put a message out in a chat room, “16F wants to talk to a guy who isn’t a pervert.” Joe (liar) sent me an instant message.

We hit it off right away: I was charmed by terms of endearment like “hon” and his respectful nature, impressed with his musical abilities and intelligence, and struck by how happy he seemed in his picture. Of course I also thought he was totally hot!

Half a country separated us since I lived in California and Joe lived in Wisconsin but this fact only slightly dampened our enthusiasm. Despite initial talks of dating other people, we quickly decided we were exclusive and spent hours every night talking/soaking each other up (we kept this up for two years, rarely missing a night). His parents accompanied him on a trip to meet me in person a mere three months after we first spoke on the internet and, from there, we began flying back-and-forth every three months. I have no idea why our parents supported our relationship against their better judgment but I am glad they did. We’ve been together now for over ten years. I honestly couldn’t imagine my life with anyone else. Even after all of this time, and the wild changes we’ve gone through as we’ve grown up together, I still feel that Joe is the best partner for me!

Here’s a photo taken at the airport during Joe’s first visit:

And here is our happy family today:

What happens next?

Jack has developed stranger anxiety. It’s so strange to see my outgoing little guy shy away from people, even the people he knows but doesn’t see on a daily basis. He buries his face in my shoulder but can’t resist peaking. He will do this several times before deciding everything is fine and then he chatters away. Of course, he makes exceptions for anyone wearing shiny jewelery. He can’t resist bling!

Jack ate fine at daycare yesterday, consuming all of his milk for the day and also some sweet potatoes (his favorite). It’s funny how any time things don’t go as usual, teething is to blame. I never expected teething to be such a pain, and because I don’t want to believe my son’s mouth is hurting him so much, I often don’t recognize the signs. Since he is such a happy baby, he manages to stay in a good mood through most of it, so I guess we are just lucky.


I didn’t get a chance to write and participate in the Crazy/Hip Blog Mamas Carnival yesterday, but I’ve been earnestly contemplating my answer to their question, “What do you wish you were taught growing up?” It’s a toughy, mainly because it’s hard for me to determine what I wasn’t taught. I don’t think of the world in terms of what I know and what I don’t know. I approach life with the question, “What happens next?” I’m all about the doing. I like to be productive, hence, I’m always busy. When I’m not doing something, I’m bored, and there is little I hate more than being bored.

So I suppose I could switch that around and say that I wish I had been taught how to relax and just be. I daydream about laying out on the grass, drinking lemonade, and dozing lightly but the reality is that I am unable to let myself do that because I can’t shut my mind off. My son is teaching me how to do this more and more, so hopefully I’ll get there. Hopefully he will push me to take some time to just be.