December 29th, 2009

I see a date night in our future

If you remember back to my post about the company Christmas party at the beginning of the month, you'll recall that due to Matt's being able to name every person sitting at our table, we won free gift cards to Orso/Brewhouse, fancy restaurants here in town.

I was just given the gift cards.

I love working for companies with money.

Especially companies that take care of their employees.

Especially when taking care of their employees comes in the form of two $50 gift cards.

:) Needless to say... date night. The only thing is... just how long is it going to take Micah and I to use up $100 in gift cards? We're both so frugal that we spent $40 when we went to Orso's for our anniversary, and that was with splurging and drinking real drinks, not just water.

I guess it's a good thing that they don't expire. And that they're good for either restaurant, Orso or the Brewhouse. Since we already went to Orso, I'm thinking Brewhouse this next time.

Oh, boy! I'm excited!

I love free money.

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Oh, to fill my days with chocolate milk, science projects, library books, and laundry!

I want to be a stay-at-home-mom.

Really, I do.

And no, not because I'm lazy and don't want to work.

Though I have just come off a 10-day vacation.

But that has absolutely nothing to do with it.

Well, maybe a little.



But what really kicks this into high gear is reading the blogs and facebook. All these little status updates from moms as they're leaving the library, telling about some new project their kids are working on, spending time with the children they love instead of sitting at a desk.

I think those kinds of statuses should come with warning labels.

And then I torture myself further by reading The Pioneer Woman.

Really, I should know better than that. I am a highly emotional pregnant woman who desperately wants to homeschool her kids. That kind of reading material is downright dangerous to someone in my condition.

Did I say dangerous? It's lethal!

Now, for most of my childhood and all my teen years, my Momma was a stay-at-home mom, who also worked a part-time job. I remember the long days and longer nights, and how stressing it could be at times, trying to take care of all of us and wear the million of other hats that she tried to balance.



It's a hard job... but Momma taught me that it's worth it 1,000,000,000x over.

Now, as I'm planning my maternity leave, I find myself reluctant to plan to leave, because it means I also have to plan my return, and that is something I REALLY don't want to do. I know that being home those 3 months will be wonderful. Sure, I'll miss sleep. Sure, the house will never be as clean as I want it to be. Sure, there will be times where the 9-5 will seem so much easier than trying to juggle everything there is to do.

But you know what, I'll be with my baby.

I won't have to wait until the end of the day to hold him close.. instead, I can hug, cuddle, and explore any time, any place.

Sigh...

You know the thing that gets me through moments like this? Knowing that one day.. that WILL be my life. Once I go back to work in June, I'll only have 6 months to a year until I'll be spending every day will my baby, being the stay-at-home SuperMom that I long to be. You see, Micah graduates this next December (2010), and then once he gets established at a department and the money starts rolling in, then it's bye-bye 9-5, hello diapers and dishes.

Sure, our bank account would love for both of us to work. But a) there's no way that I'd let someone else raise my kids or teach my kids and b) there's no way that I'd miss moments like these:



That right there is where I want to be, snuggled on a couch with my kids in my lap, reading them a book, complete with voices! You know, being a mom.

One day...

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I wish I had been smart enough to come up with these

Creative Puns for Smart Minds

The roundest knight at King Arthur’s Round Table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.

She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.

A rubber band pistol was confiscated in an algebra class, because it was a weapon of math disruption.

The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.

No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.

A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.

Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, “You stay here, I’ll go on a head.”

I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, “No change yet.”

A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

A backward poet writes inverse.

In a democracy, it’s your vote that counts. In feudalism, it’s your count that votes.

When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.


hehehe

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The Evolution of Dinner

You know the worst part about coming home from any vacation that lasts longer than a weekend in length?

An empty fridge.

Since I would be gone 10 days, I didn't want anything going bad, so I didn't go grocery shopping that last week. Which meant I came home to a pitifully empty fridge. No milk. No eggs. And an equally pitiful pantry and counter. No fruit. No veggies. No bread.

Nothing. When I say it was empty, I mean it.

I had canned goods in my pantry, and that was about it.

The thing was- I was hungry.

Hmm.

This could be a problem.

Let's see.... what to cook.. what to cook.. I have pasta.. so I can make.. Mac 'n Cheese!



I had pasta. And I had velvetta. I was set.

First, I put the pasta on to boil.



As I was standing there waiting for the bubbles to appear, I had the thought, "You know, sauteed onions would be good in this."

Out came the skillet.

Out came the butter

Out came the onions.



mmm... my mouth began to water.

A little garlic. A little chili powder. A little salt. A little pepper.

I made sure there was extra butter. Hey, I'm southern.

As the butter sizzled and the onions softened, I thought, "Hey, I should put diced tomatoes in this!"

Out came the diced tomatoes.

And into the skillet with the onions and butter.



While those things were simmering away, I thought, "You know, I don't want Mac 'n Cheese. This would be good as a cream sauce. But I don't have any milk... hmmm... A-ha!"

Out came the cream of chicken soup.

In it goes.



I love this stuff. Always keep a few cans on hand as it can make the most boring dinner soooo delicious. But it's got to be the original stuff. None of this generic brand stuff. Buy cheap, taste cheap.

The condensed soup mixed even better than I expected with the juice from the tomatoes. Add to that the butter and my mouth began to water with renewed vigor. Not to mention the onions. Oo vay.

All of it bubbled away while the pasta finished cooking.

Then came the final step in this process.



Cheese.

REAL cheese.

Freshly grated CHEDDAR cheese.

Did I mention that it was freshly grated???

Never again will the house contain pre-shredded cheese. Not while I'm alive and kicking.

And I can kick hard!

The wonderful, wonderful cheese was stirred into the tomato cream sauce. Once the pasta had finished cooking and was drained, I returned it to the pot and then pour all that wonderful calorie-riddled goodness right on top. Give it a few good stirs to fully coat the pasta and it was ready for my tummy.. er.. my plate.

Add some more cheese on top and my mouth was singing. Oooooo.

Turns out that an empty fridge is no match for good old fashioned creativity!

The only thing is.. I have no clue what I made.

Someone?

Anyone?

Pasta with Tomato Cream Sauce is the best I can come up with. Sorta boring. But.. hey... that's what you get for not following a recipe.

Bah! Recipes! Who needs them.

mmm.. so.. I'll give you one guess what I'm having for dinner tonight.. hehehe...

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