Strong elbows and Tiger Woods

I swear Miss. Maren, just keeps getting funnier and funnier. I haven't blogged much about her, and this blog is meant to be a journal of our family. So here are a few memorable out takes from the Maren Files.


Maren and Devin were grilling out in the backyard the other day, and I got this text, since I wasn't home.
Maren said, "Watch me dad, I am going to be bigger than Tiger Woods." Then swings her stick golf club, and misses the golf ball. 

She and I were talking about fruit while she was eating her Mac and Cheese. I have had high hope for her lately, because she has really started to brave up and try new foods. I mentioned something about cherries, and she exclaimed, "oh, I like cherries. I had one on my ice cream. Cherries make me have strong elbows. Does Mac and Cheese make you have strong elbows?"

Speaking of strong elbows, Devin told Maren that she was strong, after he had finished helping her do pull ups on his pull up bar. "Ya, and strong too" Which she is getting strong, and dang skinny. All of her clothes are too short on her.

She is still an avid fan of Lady Gaga, and sits in her room on her bean bag strumming her guitar to Poker face. If she would let me get a picture or video of her I would post it. But she promptly closes the door in my face. She likes to perform behind closed doors.

I have been horrible about taking pictures lately{why this post is sans pics} with the weather being hit or miss still. We keep getting little spurts of sunny spring days, then a snow or rain storm. Come on spring!

Happy Birthday to Me

Getting older is easier with love, good friends and family, and wonderful food. 

Little catch up on life.

Our Valentines day was celebrated quietly, in our comfy's{basically sweat pants}, lobster tails drenched in butter, and the very romantic movie Zombie Land. It was perfect! Devin for some crazy reason bought me an itouch. I have quite the track record of losing gifts from him, and because of this, I would NEVER had asked him for an one. So I better hold onto it for awhile.

The Valentine loot Maren come home with from preschool was pretty impressive. I had all intentions of helping her make sixteen cute little valentines, but I was out of steam by Thursday night; and resorted to grow your own flowers Valentines, and cherry tootsie pops, from Target. I bet 98% of those little seeds end up in the trash and not in a pot. Oh well. Maren could have cared less about the Valentines-it's all about the candy right? 

I am a WINNER! Me, me who never wins anything, won a photo contest!

First place!  Thanks to my little pink Samsung camera and Maren. She and I were eating lunch at an Indian restaurant where there was not only amazing food, but there was amazing light, a huge glass, and a goofy subject, and I just happened to have my camera in my purse. I am totally tickled, and can not wait for my prize. Adobe Lightroom, which is a photo editing program. 

 It just goes to show that it does not matter what type of camera you own. Ginny, the lady who's contest it was said,"It is all about seeing light and expression and composition!" 

But that doesn't mean a girl can't dream about a fabulous camera right? 

Is it Non American Not to Watch the Super Bowl?

 I have never been a fan of football. Look, I tried a couple times to have my dear husband explain the in's and out's to me; but I just don't care to get it. BORING! Give me a boxing match, and it is a different story. Boxing? I know. But I don't know why exactly? Both of them can scramble your brains and cause head, neck, and spinal injuries. Either way, the only time I pay attention to football is when I hear colorful language coming from the basement, or if I am sitting like I am now on the laptop, and he says, "Watch this." It is never a winning touch down, but without fail a torn ACL, broken collar bone, or potential paralyzation, or lastly, when there is a worthwhile half time. And since JT, and Janet, there hasn't been one. I can't imagine there will be any wardrobe malfunctions tomorrow with the Who playing. Have fun cheering on your teams, or your husbands teams.

Better than Barbacoa

For those of you who know me, I really could eat Mexican food at least once a day. Ok, for every meal.
One of my favorite Mexican eateries is  Barbacoa. Big fat burritos, burrito bowls, salads, and soup.
I have been on a quest to figure out this recipe, and well, I think I found it. Another thing I could eat everyday is soup, but not my husband. So when I received a request to make this soup for a second time I was surprised.

I took this chicken posole recipe, and this chicken posole recipe and made this posole recipe of my own.

CHICKEN POSOLE

Meat from one rotissier chicken
 2 poblano chilies{used these the second time I made this and did not notice much of a difference in flavor}
 6 cloves of garlic
1 large onion
1 15.25 oz can white himiny
1 cna kidney beans
I 28 oz can diced totmatoes
1/2 tsp kosher salt{or to taste}
2 tsp dried Mexican or orageno
2 TBS oilive oil

1. Preheat broiler and broil plobanos on baking sheet until blackened-about fifteen minutes. Turning as needed.
    2. Meanwhile, in food processor, whirl, garlic to mince. Cut onion into chunks and pulse in processor until chopped. Remove skin from plobanos(they will easily slip off the chili) , remove seeds, chop, and puree into onion garlic mix.
3. Drain hominy and beans, set aside
4. Shred chicken
5. Brown onion garlic mixture
6. Add chicken, broth, tomatoes, and orageano. Bring to boil
7. Add hominy, and beans. Cook until warmed through.
8. Stir in poblanos and cook two minutes. Ladle into bowls and top with garnishs
Garnishes: Sour cream, lime wedges, cilantro, crushed tortilla chips, thinly sliced radish's and avacado


Tasty and filling. Even the picky toddler ate it two days in row. 

Hope For Haiti

I have avoided any news coverage of the devastating earthquake that  hit Haiti just over a week ago. The reason being is because I was so disturbed and saddened by the Thailand tsunami of 2004. On Wednesday, I was geeking out to an NPR radio segment about the orphans of Haiti...by the end, I was heartbroken. Since then I have been wondering where and how I can help. I was relieved to see my friend post this link on her blog. It was my answer. Please help the lovely Haitian people if you can.

Hard to Love

Zephyr, One of my new years resolutions is to be more patient with you. After all your were my first very own fur baby. But you make it SO HARD to be nice to you. For hell's sakes, you are almost eight years old, and you still surf the counters on a daily basis, tear apart garbage, bark at everything, lay on my couch and my nice white leather chairs, and still have accidents in my house. If those things aren't bad enough, you tore apart our bathroom. The door, molding, frame, and wall!  This is by far one of the naughtiest things you have done to date.
     Really, most other dog owners would have given you to the pound by now! But you have moved with me six times, cuddled with me when I was sick or sad, let a little human child take your position as number one, and you protect our house.  Some days your good looks, and love that you and Maren have for each other are the only things that keep that spot for you on the couch.

     I do love you, and you will not become a pound puppy. Officially, you are a senior citizen-almost 52 in human years; and I do love you. Here's to your golden years my friend. May they be easy on all of us.

She Like's to Have Fun

For about the past three months we have been sharing our lives with a giant blue cat-dragon . No this is not another pet I brought home. This is Maren's imaginary friend Toodee. Toodee hails from Winter Iceland, and is one of the life sized characters on a hugely popular kids show called Yo Gabba Gabba.
I remember the day Maren introduced me to Toodee. I was sitting at the kitchen table.

Maren: Mom, Toodee is here.

Me: Toodee. Who is Toodee?

Maren: My imaginary friend.

Me: What does Toode look like?

Maren: She is blue.

Me: Do you mean Toodee from Yo Gabba Gabba the T.V. show?
Maren: Yes

She likes to have fun

In a way I was a bit relieved that this new found friend is really an imaginary friend and not a little spirit friend. I find imaginary friends to be a bit on the creepy side, which I am sure stems from my intrigue of shows like Paranormal State, Hauntings. I am not sure why Toodee captured Maren's attention, she watches the show, but never asks to watch it like she does with the ever annoying Sponge Bob Square Pants. If it is on, it is on. I enjoy watching though to see what celebrities and bands are going to make a guest appearance. Jack Black, the Ting Tings, Elijah Wood, Andy Samberg, Tony Hawk, and the Roots have made an appearance on this whacked out show.

Toodee goes to dinner with us, preschool, the library, to st. George. I had to do Toodees hair the other morning before preschool-I just threw it back in a quick ponytail and called it good. Sometimes she takes showers with Maren, or we have make her dinner. There have been many times I have thrown things on the seat next to Maren in the car, and hear, "Hey, you just threw that on Toodee." "No, I asked Toodee to hold it for me."

I haven't heard much from Toodee in the past couple weeks. So when I asked Maren where Toodee has been, she told me that she has had the flu and has been at home with her mom.

Maren is a creative little thing and it is fun to see how she role plays with Toodee, or with her imaginary horses when she is playing cowgirl. But really, we do need to get a sibling here for her. A real live human to play with!

New Years Eve was another fondue filled celebration for the three of us. I think a tradition has been made. After the cheesy goodness, we celebrated the new year about three hours early in order to get Maren to bed before midnight{she is a night owl and would have stayed up}by lighting a few fireworks. This made Maren a bit nervous, and drove the neighborhood dogs crazy so we made it quick. As outgoing as Maren is, she sure is a nervous Nancy when it comes to things that make loud noises or things with an incline. She didn't refuse to come outside this time around,and we did manage to get some nervous laughs and cautious smiles out of her. At least this year we rang in the new year with electricity. The year before at the motel, I was showing my mom a light switch that you are NOT supposed to flip, and what did I do, yep, flipped it. And we spent the next couple days with no heat or electricity in our apartment. Look, I didn't step into the room to show her, I reached around the corner and didn't look at which one I was touching. But for what reason my brain told my finger to flip it-I will never know.

New Years Day Eve, we had family over and stuffed ourselves on Mackenzie's scrumptious homemade pizza. It is so nice to have people over, but our kitchen is so itty bitty, and is such a hodge podge of chairs that it drives me crazy. Oh well, bigger kitchen later in life.

Oh, and another tradition was started in our little fam, Mother Goose. Yes, Mother Goose herself drops by on New Years, to leave you a little gift in your shoe that you placed the night before on the stair. This was a tradition I had growing up. According to my mom, she "thinks" it is a Dutch tradition, and she "thinks" that her grandma also had this tradition. Being that Google knows everything, I googled Mother Goose traditions, Mother Goose New Years, and a myriad of other possibilities and nothing came up. Regardless, we will keep the tradition going.

Happy and prosperous new year everyone.

PEACE, LOVE and JOY

Dang camera!

Maren shot this-Young photographer in training

Zephyr the demon dog always with his damn nose in EVERYTHING!

Warming up bit

Holidays 09

Christmas day came and went without me getting many pictures, yet again! Too lazy of a day to even snap some photos.

Christmas eve was spent at Nana and Papa's as usual, for a delicious dinner followed by some bell ringing and singing from the small ones. Our little cousin Rosie sang a couple songs in the most sweet little voice. Maren followed with her version of Jingle Bells, "Oh what fun it is tonight, in a one hum, mmmm, ummm sli."

After our bellies and spirits were full, we headed home to open up Christmas P.J.'s, and get Maren in bed.

Thankfully, Maren is also not an early riser, so at about 8:15 I could hear chit chat coming from in her room. "Zephyr did you eat Santa's cookies? Maybe Santa came?" She finally came in our room, and said, "I think Zephyr ate Santa's cookies!" It wasn't until Devin asked her who came last night, did the realization hit.

I don't know how Christmas mornings were at your house as a child, but mine went like this. Woke between 7 and 7:30{usually by younger siblings}, mom and dad would get themselves proper and head downstairs to the family room to make sure Santa had properly placed the goods. This part always drove me crazy, and then just angered me when I was in my hormonal teen years. Finally, Mom would yell, "Ok, line up." -And like the Von Trapp family, youngest to oldest, we would line up on the stairs.

Torturous amounts of picture taking would ensue, until finally we were let loose. Wow, we had amazing Christmas's. But back to the story about my "own" little family.

I had yet another, "Holy shit, that was so my mother." moment when I had Maren wait in our room until I was ready for the Christmas debut. Lighting. Check. Camera. Check. Camcorder. Check. presents positioned right? Check!

Let the squealing ensue Santa has a favorite little elf who was able to track down the elusive Zhu-Zhu Pets. These battery operated hamsters were the "must have toy this year, and would have Maren screaming everytime they came on TV. There were a couple times I came running because I thought she was hurt. Now after months of screaming, and a handful of tears, they are sitting in the playroom in the basement. Hardly been touched since Christmas! The talking doll house has been a hit, and still catches me off guard when I hear the doorbell dinging, since we don't have working doorbell.

After we finised our presents it was off to my moms for what used to be breakfast, but is slowly turning into brunch over the years.

Any ounce of Scrouge left me this year because Maren was sent into excitment enduced convulsions anytime she saw anthing having to do with Christmas or whenever mention of Christmas was uttered. Christmas truely is magical through a childs eyes.