Fishy Business

As Bruce from Finding Nemo shouts, "WE'RE HAVING FISH TONIGHT!" I surprised hubby and made a wonderful fish dinner. Here are the family reactions to this new dish:

Hubby: Couldn't get enough. Scraped the kids plates for leftovas. Thanked me twice for a great meal and he did the dishes. I should make fish every night!

Cherub 1: Literally pretended to gag. Good enough performance deserved an oscar. Told me it was chewy and spit it out. Drama Queen.

Cherub 2: Loved it. Couldn't get enough. Wrote me a love letter after. "I love mom, she is so beautiful." Again, I should make fish every night!

Cherub 3: Helped me cook it. Liked it. However, was 'full' fast.

Me: Had fun making it with cherub 3. Loved it. 2 hours later. Hated it. I have been in the powder room ever since. Trust me, powdering my nose is not involved.

Yummy fish $8
Cookbook $15
5 pound weight loss via the runs - Priceless

Ridin' the Current

Hubby & I went to a friends' wedding last night. True to the invitations words, 'cocktail reception', the guests were quite receptive to the cocktails. They were flowing. The flow was a tad too strong I think. Looking back now it was more like a strong cocktail current. I was no exception, I rode the current all night.

The only cocktail that I was missing was, In The Trenches, rlf, S's vitamin cocktail. She is like the Gestapo at 2am after a heavy night of drinking. She makes us all drink 2 HUGE waters while downing a handful of carefully selected vitamins. I would tell you the mix but to be honest, I don't remember (hello, keep up, it is always at least 2am after a heavy night of drinking). I just know she makes you take them and lists off the benefits while you drink away a vitamin C, and others? AND we love her for that because...

Whatever current you have ridden on any given night, if you follow her directions, your handova will not come. So...like I said I was missing both S and her cocktail. This morning, feeling good? Notsomuch.

I called S part way through the night to tell her I was gearing up for our girls weekend (a mere 11 days away!). I bought a pack of cigarettes last night. My first pack eva. To be clear, I don't smoke. I hate the smell of smoke, the taste of smoke and the smell of it on people's hair, breath and clothes. However, every year when I go away with my girls, I turn into the closet smoker (after riding a strong cocktail current). So I only smoked one, horrified hubby and myself and giggled as I stored the rest for our trip.

Needless to say, after many cocktails, partaking in a rotten stinkin' habit, minus S's cocktail was the recipe to a nice big, well deserved hangova.

Luggage

Luggage. That is the cherub's every Friday night. They are so wiped from their week it is actually kind of funny. They are chillin' in front of Barnyard right now. They don't even have the energy to fight with each other. They must be tired.

Doggy Emergency

Haley- beloved family doggy
age 10
(I know, isn't she cute!)

Our first baby, our dog Haley, had a seizure today. Probably a mini-stroke following complications from Lymes Disease. They are not sure yet. Thankfully she is ok though! Cherub 3 and I were sitting playing Candyland and Haley was acting strange. Gasping, left side of her mouth droopy and her backend shaking. It was scary.

The strangest thing is that I have had my share of emergencies. Mom with strokes, Dad with heartattacks, kids needing stitches etc. I am always calm, decisive, and very matter of fact about the steps to take to make everyone ok. I usually breakdown after the emergency is over. Notsomuch today.

Haley was mid-seizure and I was pan-ick-ing! I called hubby to ask him what to do. Dah! How 'bout the vet? That would have been a good call to make. It was like I lost all sense of reason. Anyway, he calmed me and met me at the vet where I proceeded to excuse myself twice in tears. Get a grip already.

Thankfully she is acting great with no apparent neurological damage that is impairing her physically. They ran some blood tests and will call me tomorrow. It has been a couple of hours and I am still shaken.

We love our puppy. She is like our first 'baby'. We are blessed she is ok.

Welcome back Grey's & The List

Armed with snacks, beverages and anticipation, baby sis & I settled in for Grey's Anatomy. It was... ok. Some questions:

1. Why was it snowing in Seattle in September? Global Warming?

2. How could you simply forgive your hubby for 'being' w/ your best friend? Insanity?

3. Will Meredith ever not be needy? You've got McDreamy. Get a grip!

4. What was up with Maverick Army Man? Can you say illegally de-impaling people?

The season finale was unbelievable so I guess it couldn't achieve the same. It was...good. We love it when Denny makes appearances. He is right up there with, if not surpasses, McDreamy and McSteamy. Denny's on the list.

What list? Hello, all girls should have their own lists. I know my friends do. If something happens to hubby-for whatever reason-it is the list of men to take their place. Here is my list (not in any particular order):

Rob Lowe,
Denny,
McDreamy,
Michael Vartan,
Jason Lewis.

Of course no one could replace hubby!

Hmmm, I feel like I am forgetting one. I must be tired. I'll add later.

Don't have a list? You all have to go out and getcha one.

Going House on my House!

Cleaning and organizing always makes me feel better. I am just getting rid of so much excess and putting everything I am keeping into order.

Lately, I picture my house to be a cartoon. From the outside the walls are round and buldging, buldging, buldging, little my little, until one day, POP! Explosion.

So, I am getting it together. If everything around here is organized, maybe I will be too!

Budding Entrepreneurs

Oldest nephew and his friends are budding entrepreneurs. These little sixth graders watched a couple of boys in their cafe received change from buying lunch and literally throw it out. Day after day.

Collectively, nephew and friends decided to start a kitty with this little crews discarded change. They decided that they would collect it until they had enough to afford their favorite treat from the cafe. They buy the treat and split it 6 ways once they make enough money.

Literally, what is one mans trash is ones mans snack. A lesson learned young.