let me start out by saying…I LOVE TO COOK. there i said it. it’s in the open for the universe to see and know that even when it’s 6 o’clock and i’m tormenting my family because i have to cook dinner….i’m secretly reveling in my awesomeness. that’s right, i am the next top mom chef. lies? no. i don’t think so. more like the secret truth behind the the story of heather, super hero at heart.
what’s with my ranting about my awesome cooking skills? sit down and i’ll tell you. see unlike many of you, i hold the world record for “losing” food under the …..dunn…dunn…dunn…OVEN! shh…..the oven people might hear, so try and contain the excitement for what i am about to speak of.
so i’m cooking. in my groove and doing my thing. and then BHAM, a brussel sprout drops to the floor and what does it do? it rolls. that’s right. it rolls right under the oven of all places. gone. haha. i think to myself….”i can save you brussel sprout”. so i set my bamboo spatula down on the counter and take the all mighty four legged I lost something position. but much to my disbelief, the under oven is CLEAN and free of any brussel spout waiting to be saved and fed to the dog. it’s just as if it had never dropped and rolled under the oven at all. oh man. so i think “boy am i going to have a toot of a brussel sprout stinking up my kitchen next week”. but no. no stinky smell. no brussel sprout. because the oven people captured the dropped brussel sprout and took it away for their people of the oven feast. it’s not just the brussel sprout. it’s all things. they stop at nothing to eat the rolling goods.
i have oven people living under my oven, capturing and eating the food that drops and rolls underneath. i bet you do too. so….what may i ask has rolled under your oven recently?
omgosh!!!! okay so i am a huge lover of music and HUMOR. who doesn’t like humor? i know, but we are not talking about our third grade english teacher. so here is a little back story to my funny favorite movie of the month, ready?
my oldest child was at a big sleep over with her girlfriends last weekend. she is a tween and as much as I would like her to be a toddler, unfortunately she is most definitely not. anyway, it’s around 9ish Saturday night and my sweet rule abiding child video calls me to ask if she can can watch this new blu ray movie her friend got for her bday. what do i do you ask? i look over at my hibby and he is already looking it up on google. hahaha. he looks over and says HECK NO! i of course bust out laughing. i can see myself in the bottom corner picture box and i’m totally trying to keep my cool and look cute while i break my sweet child’s heart and popularity. (i was still praising her in my head and aloud for calling to see if it was okay)
i go on to tell her as my hibby’s overpowering voice echoes in the background, that there is sexual referencing, language and drug referencing. i can hear her friends in the background going, “nuh, uh…no that’s another movie called picture perfect”. either way i doomed the rest of her girl power night with a big fat NO. somehow the connection on the video got disconnected….yes i think she politely ended the call. ANNNND, so then i decided to look it up on youtube. i saw the trailer, and it was actually pretty funny looking. seeing how my child is a TAD naive and totally into music and singing…..i figured she would come home with questions on what words meant. I DECIDED TO LET HER WATCH IT. there was only verbal mentioning of inappropriate wordage and there was no sexual content scenes. i called her on her friends phone and told her that i was TOTALLY KIDDING and then the connection was lost. needless to say, my sweet tween was overly exciting. her awesomely cool mother did in fact not ruin the night and the movie rocked.
in turn….I RENTED THE MOVIE FROM REDBOX so i could see for myself why my child came home asking what a “slut, boner, and herpes was”. that’s right….aaahhahaha. all i could do was laugh to myself because i am the one that provided and worked hard to have an open relationship with my children. and when they overhear or read a word that they do not know, they come ask me and i tell them. this was the first time i could not answer right away. how do you tell your tween who already has had the short no detail version of the birds and bees, what a boner is. i mean come on. i actually fell to the floor in a laughing fit because i had no idea how to tell her without terrifying her into her late twenties.
ramble. ramble. ramble. my apologies. i just want to say that if you want a good laugh and a breather one night, please go rent the movie Pitch Perfect. hilarious. fat amy is awesome!
okay, so i have four amazingly beautiful, different, stubborn and talented little girls; ages 5 – 12. HANDFUL? why of course they are! would i change it for anything in the entire world? NO WAY! would i like to jump off a bridge onto a fluffy cloud of absolute serenity? SOMETIMES. as many of you who are reading this, know, MOMS DO A LOT. i can vouch for dads too, but since i am a mother and not a father – i come on a LOTTLE (not a little but a little bit of a lot)….a LOTTLE biased about who does a heavier load around the home front.
yes..yes..yes….i am an avid appreciator of my dear loving and hard working hibby(husband) for working as hard as he does. i do love him to the end of the earth and we both have unconditional love like no other. even with unconditional love and appreciation; there is still room for feeling like a cup runneth over without an inch down time to put yourself back into “heather reality”. i stay at home and handle most if not all of the daily household and family duties and i also run my own photography business. i love my work. i love being able to be home with my kids when they are feeling under the weather. i love seeing their faces when they walk through the door from a long day at school. i love the light in their smile when they see me in carpool line. i love hugging my hibby tight when he get home. i love all of it. i have been very blessed to have the opportunity to be apart of my children’s lives and make a living at the same time.
the only fall back is that sometimes, not always, but at least twice a year i get the itch that i can’t find to scratch. i can tell ya where it itches, but there just does NOT seem enough scratching power to calm it down right away. sooooo…..it got my frenzied brain on the go go go and i came up with what i am on a weekly basis to my family. anyone else feel this way too? feel free to share!
yes yes yes – – we are all on board with the MUSTACHE, well i am and if you aren’t then i think you will be after seeing my ultra entertaining photos. so, not too long ago i did a photo booth party where i had MUSTACHE props and we had the best time! in my opinion children with MUSTACHES are way more cuter than adults with MUSTACHES. agree with me? i thought you would. due to my over pouring humor, i have taken time to add a tiny MUSTACHE to a few of the adorable little faces i’ve photographed recently (remember the i am a photographer part) and i think you should try it too. i have provided a mustache.png you can save and use on your own photos!!! i’d love to see your own MUSTACHE funnies.
so i mustache you a question….will you mustache someone too???
okay, so we had breakfast for dinner last night. it was quite delicious and yes i managed to clean my plate! i am in desperate need of a new skillet so in turn my pancakes wound up looking like word blurbs, which worked out quite well for this wife vs. husband post and the kids went coocoo for them too (which is a plus in the mom department) so, i made my plate cute and fun and then i set out a plate for my husband to make and as you can see this is what he came up with. some of the kids of course, did a little copycat of daddy which i thought was quite funny! but yes wife vs. husband breakfast plate…..gotta love it!
there are times, like just 10 minutes ago, when i wanted to PULL OUT MY HAIR. see my husband and i have been together for going on seven years now and the people of the quotes are correct when they say “opposites attract”. he and i have very similar personalities, however our interests are indifferent and varied. here is a scenario of a typical adult conversation between he and I when the children are appeased with something or sleeping:
(tiny back story – – my husband reads and researches everything and anything intellectual – – everyday and i like to read up on word definitions and pinterest boards :))
him: hey honey, check this out
him: did you know…
me: (that’s when I start to drift away)
him: did you know that there is such thing as Chicken
me: oh yeah? i’m hungry. let’s have some chicken
him: (he rolls his eyes and continues reading)
me: i’m kidding, i’m kidding.
him: so, Chicken Qabalah in this article i read says……
me: (i look over at him and focus on his mouth. you can
see a faint smile while he’s reading. that makes me
happy. and i continue to listen to his babble)
him: “reading reading”…………….and there you have it.
me: awesome. chicken.
*it makes me want to listen because it makes him happy and that’s what it’s all about*