Thursday, April 28, 2011

A Mother's Prayer for her child, by Tina Fey

I love this woman...
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,”she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
-Tina Fey

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


We've had some doggie friends stop by lately, so I thought I'd post some of my favorite puppy pics.
Here is Kathy and Ming.  And Caz saying,"Hey!  How YOU doin?"

Lilly being jealous.

 Kathy and Ming.  Awe!

I had to post a photo of John with his book ends.

 How sad looking is THIS!?

And Melo came over to play one morning.  He belongs to a friend of mine that I haven't seen for a while.  It was nice to see her and meet her new pooch.  He's a beautiful blue-gray pit bull with piercing blue eyes - and ALL puppy.  

Caz was slightly hospitable.  Lilly, not so much.

So now I feel compelled to post just a few of my favorite Caz and Lilly photos.
John and Caz when she was just a baby.

Oh Caz.  Modest, you are not.

Caz trying to figure out just what new puppy Lilly is all about, and why she won't go away.

Awwwwe!  Baby Lilly!

 This is still the view I have every time I even think about cooking anything.

My newest favorite Lilly photo.  She knows how to play a camera.

I had to finish up with a couple photos from Hannah's graduation party last summer.  Both of the dogs got lots of lovin from some great people that day.

Gotta love dogs.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

"We want to cook dinner"

On the phone--
Me:  "Who?"
Hannah:  "Me and Chelsea"
Me:  "Where?"
Hannah:  "Our house"
Me:  "For who?"
Hannah:  "For all of us!"
Me:  "All of us...  you mean me and Dad too?"
Hannah: "Yes!"

Oh boy.

Later, after the girls took the last $20 out of John's wallet and left for Schnucks--
Me:  "What are you going to make?"
Hannah:  "Some kind of pasta with meat."

Then we proceed to go over what we have in the house and what they need to purchase.

My confidence level in the two of them pulling this off was relatively low.  Nothing against their collective abilities, it's just that neither one of them have had much cooking experience. So this was a good thing. Right?

We had shrimp in the freezer, so they decided to make shrimp with pasta and vodka sauce.  I told them to get a couple peppers and whatever other veggie they wanted to throw in the sauce.  Chelsea wanted to roast asparagus and make a greek salad.  And for dessert - Nutella crepes.

That's right.  I said crepes, with Nutella filling.

Here we go...

John showing Chelsea how to cut an onion...

Just in case...

I helped with the garlic.

And looked SUPER happy about it!

John and Lilly supported the effort from the livingroom...

 Shrimp pasta in progress.

Preparing Greek salad.  Hannah does not look pleased about something.

I have to say, dinner was pretty darn good.  The pasta was great, and even though the asparagus was over-roasted (my fault) it was very good too.

Let the Nutella crepe war begin!

I'm still not sure who came up with the idea of making crepes.  I've never made a crepe in my life, so I told the girls they were on their own for this part of the meal.  And who thought of Nutella filling??!!  Once again the girls surprised me.  They were awesome.

The only downside of the entire evening was the clean up, which was left to me and John.  And believe me - there was A LOT to clean up.  No photos taken of that - too depressing!!

Thanks girls!  What are you making for us next weekend??

Sunday, April 10, 2011

I love cooking!!

One of my favorite things in the world to do:  Have nothing to do on a Saturday night and try making a new recipe with John.  A couple weekends ago, we tried paella.  It was lovely.

Always accompanied by a nice bottle of red...

John is a really good cook, and a master griller.

So, today is Sunday.  Not that we can't do something new on a Sunday evening, but after getting together with friends for our bi-monthly dinner club gathering last night (lots of good Polish food, lots of vodka) we're feeling pretty lazy today.  And it's April.  And it's freaking gorgeous outside.  That only means one thing...


Salmon marinated in a maple bourbon glaze. Asparagus on the grill, with Tuscan herb olive oil and some extra spices.  Uncle Ben rice garden vegetable rice, microwaved in 90 seconds!  The best part was eating outside, then listening to Jim's KWAR news show on the internet.  Oh, and that lovely bottle of wine.

The clouds rolled in around 7:30, so we retreated to the living room - only after I took a few more photos.  What a lovely weekend.