Psycho. Psycho. Psycho!

My blog has been getting neglected lately. Between a toddler, Facebook and learning French I’ve been a bad blogger. I got so mad at my computer that I stopped even using it for a bit. So now I feel like I have oodles to write and nothing at all at the same time. grr.

*Finally remembered the stupid bathtub plug! About time!*

I’ve been Quasimodo for the last 3 days. It’s been kinda funny.  I woke up on Friday unable to move my neck. It happened last Christmas for a few days too. Remember, Leah? It sucked so bad. I didn’t wait to see if it would just get better though this time. I downed the limit of Back pills and smelled mentholated  all day from a patch. I stood in hot water until my feet looked like lobsters. Finally by today I am mostly back to normal. My firsts night sleep was awful. I wish I new why my neck did that. Its not like when I sleep on it funny. That feels bad, but way different.  I look like a gibble. Which is a perfectly acceptable word to use thank you very much Morgan!

I making a roast beef for dinner tomorrow night. I’m all excited because I haven’t had roast beef for several months. I really like it. Crock pot style. Easy and Tasty. Morgan thinks all my crock pot meals taste the same, but I can’t complain. They are still better than eating toast for dinner.

Emily keeps dropping “F” bombs. I’m not sure what she is trying to say. Maybe fork or frog. I don’t know. Maybe she listens a little to closely to my neighbors when they get a little crazy.  She also told her baby sitter “My daddy’s a psycho! Psycho. Psycho. Psycho! ” Awesome hey. I guess I must say psycho. But she did learn like 5 new songs this week. and all of them old church songs I sang in Sunday school. Like “Jesus loves the little children” and “Rise and Shine and Give God the Glory” and “He’s got the whole world in his hands”. Her favorite is  “This little light of mine”.

I should go to bed. I have a couple of extra kids to look after tomorrow. Should be pretty interesting. or crazy. Whichever comes first. I can’t remember when they are coming, but I’m sure I’ll be sleepy. haha. Maybe I’ll work on my French for a bit then sleepy time.

Je ne suis pas grosse. Je suis mince. Wishful thinking!

More Cups

Firstly, Just as a side note to yesterday’s post. I decided to leave it in to prove how slow witted I can be. At 5:30 this morning Morgan got home and decided to share with me that after reading my blog he laughed at me. You’ll have to read it in context, but basically I wrote that my SIN number stood for Social Security Number. Aparently Im not quite quick enough to notice that Security in the middle of that would make my acronym SSN. Dumb, I know.

I forgot to put on here last week that Emily told me her first dream. Well the first one I know of. Im sure she’s dreamed for her whole life, but last week is the first time she’s told me one. I got her up early for something last week. When I walked in her room she was still asleep, which doesnt usually happen. Usually she hears me open the door and tryes to stand up out of a dead sleep. Somewhat humourous, I might add. But this time she stayed asleep. I started to sing the good morning song and she sat upright and said “More cups”. She signed it too. She kept saying over and over and looking around her crib for “More cups”. She never goes to bed with a cup or even really has one before bed anymore. So it was really cool because she had no reason to think of cups. Its not even her breakfast, or I’d have just thought she was hungry. So there you have it. Emily dreams of cups. Probably ones with endless “Nook” (milk)in them.

Morgan and I are taking on a two week challenge. Well really we are down to one week. If week can make it two weeks without buying groceries, then the grocerie money goes towards our new computer. It’s kindof a fun challenge. We had to buy milk for Emily, but we arent buying anything but bare minimum for one more week. We have oodles of food in our house, but none of it is quick to prepare. AND none of it is Pizza, chinese, or well quick. So Im hoping to come up with some different recipies to use all the meat in our freezer and even some of the canned stuff. It’s all good, it will just take some creativity to make it work.  Im always up for a challenge.

or a dare.

Morgan didnt save the picture, but we did have a picture of me wearing a childrens cow head from a halloween costume in kamloops last week. Like they really thought I wouldnt do it. I have worn way weirder things. For sure. Don’t get me started. All of high school was weirder than that.

Lastly. Will someone remind me to buy a bathtub plug. Emily threw ours out without me knowing it and trying to plug the tub with a hairspray lid is getting annoying. Plus Em pulls it out. So please. I have to remember!!

Mashed Potatoe Queen

That is what I shall be referred to from now on! I just made the best Mash Taters ever. I whipped them all up. Light and fluffy with a touch of Garlic and a touch of my own secret ingredients. No not M&M’s. Those only go in pastas or shepherds pie. Try it you’ll see. When I finished I had to have some so bad that I liked the spatula and did a supreme job of cleaning out the bowl. They were like goodness!

Im going to have a hard time waiting until supper to dig into the rest of the Po Po To To’s. MMM!

Just felt I needed to share that.