(originally posted on 1/24/2007)
The Bombshell Question
People ask you all kinds of questions when you are pregnant:
"How are you feeling?""Do you want a girl or a boy?""Are you going back to work?""How far along?""How's the sleeping/stretch marks/weight gain/sonograms going?"
And so on... I have a little routine of answering questions: I try to smile and be demure and say the types of things people want to hear so they don't get all pissed off (see blog archives). Typically I throw in something gross but funny and they usually stop asking questions ("I've been so constipated, I get excited when I have a BM!"). I am becoming quite an expert on pregnancy, and feel very comfortable answering all of the questions.
Except from my 4 year old stepson.
Ash stayed home with me yesterday. Hubs got up and went to work early, but I was very tired and couldn't get myself out of bed until 8:30. So Ash came and layed with me until I got up. We talked a little but mostly watched TV. I was flipping through the guide and I saw that "A Baby Story" was on, so I turned it over to, you know, see how it's all done. Well, it couldn't have been a more inappropriate time to turn the channel, because the lady on the screen was obviously giving birth to a small cow and wasn't utilizing any wonderful, dreamy, numbing pharmaceuticals. She was screaming and heaving and everyone was yelling "PUSH THAT BABY OUT!" I quickly turned the channel and turned to look at Ash and he was pale as a ghost. I only left it on there for about 20 seconds, but it was enough time for Ash to get an eyefull of pain. So then the questions started:
"Why was that lady screaming?" uhh, because it hurt (*cringe*). let's watch scooby doo..."Why does the baby hurt her" uhh, it just does... come on, you want some candy?"How does the baby get out of her tummy?"
Shit! I felt it coming. I had a good idea what to say but the kid is smart... he can smell lies.
well, God just makes it happen. it is a miracle.He wasn't buying it. He saw something on that TV that defied his vision of God.
"But how does it get out? does she just push it through her skin? Is that why it hurts?"
Dammit! I don't know what to say... I am panicking...
let's call dad and ask him... (no answer)
So I called my mom: Hey mom... how do I handle this?Mom: tell him that God makes it happen.Me: Yeah, that didn't work.
Crap. He is following me around the house and keeps asking: "How does the baby get out? Where does it get out from? etc." My typical question defense isn't working... I need a distraction. Something! Candy and cartoons failed, how about Playdough? I am an OCD clean freak and Playdough is the arch nemesis of clean, but it might just work... (all the while in the background he's asking questions, chasing me from room to room)
And then the absolute bombshell question I have been anticipating:
"How did the baby get in your tummy?"
Anything to get out of answering this question: Wanna play with Playdough? On the carpet? With paint and glitter?
Jeeeeezzz....
Thursday, February 15, 2007
epic baby-related nightmares
(originally posted on 1/23/2007)
epic baby-related nightmares
every night i dream about babies. actually, i have epic baby-related nightmares that typically i wake myself up from because i feel like i am being strangled by the pressure i feel in the dreams.
some nights (rarely) the dreams are vague and minor and don't have much emotion to them and others seem so real i feel like i am the director, producer and star of them.
the last two nights i have had these really interactive dreams - shockingly about babies.
Action!
sunday night's dream involved me going to work in sales right after my baby was born.
i was selling flat screen tvs and other tech related equipment to businesses. i sold to businesses along a train track in a city that resembled panama city beach and my coworkers were a bunch of stuffy suits. on this particular day we were going to have some pizza (with gross vegetables on it... eww.) back at the "office" which was a concrete block building with indoor/outdoor carpeting and wood panneling . i got in there and took my first bite of (cold) pizza and the office manager brought me my baby (i guess she was watching it while i was out selling tvs?) who was 7 months old. the baby was crying and i thought it might be hungry so i whipped out the ole' boob to, you know, feed it. well, i then realized that this was the first time i had seen my baby since it was born and it didn't know me. it didn't like me. and it damn sure wouldn't let me breastfeed. i missed the first several months of its life because i was working and leaving it with this older lady in the office.
i felt guilty and terrified when i woke up. i have to go right back to work after the baby is born (like the next day, litterally) and i guess i am more afraid of that than i realized. i can see it now: me up all night with a screaming baby changing diapers and feeding, i get ready for work, change a diaper, feed the baby, clean the floors (because i do this every morning, don't you? i am insane [OCD] for clean floors), head to work (fight the traffic, fight the traffic), pump my jugs. deal with crazy people on the phone all day, pump the jugs, fight the traffic, change the diapers, clean the floors, change the diapers, feed the baby, up all night, do it all over again. dammit, this doesn't sound like fuu-uuunnn
last night, i dreamed that i went into labor. this dream had two distinct movements: a serene one and an awful one.
the labor was peaceful and only mildly painful (crosses fingers!) and the baby just kind of popped out after 6 or 7 hours. it was a boy, he was 5 lbs 13 ozs, and he had a mound of RED fuzzy fraggle hair! he was cute and tiny and peaceful. and, i immediately got skinny after i delivered him. it was awesome.
the next day i went home (which wasn't my home, rather some brownstone in a urban area) and my mom came to help us take care of the baby. she was really pissed at the name we had given him and she refused to call him by that name. she said "that name was fine for talking about, but you need to give hime a more acceptable, common name". She was so mad at us for naming him a name she didn't like that she brought us a brand new beagle puppy. I thought: Oh great... more freakin' work! I was sooooooo pissed off at her! But she stayed and helped us even though we were mad at each other. I decided that i was going to go to starbucks and get myself a coffee while the baby was sleeping, so I left her there with the kid. I ran around the corner to the mall and was running in to get a coffee when I ran into hubby with an empty shopping cart. He was un-showered, un-shaven, and wearing clothes that smelled and looked like they had been pulled from the laundry basket (many of you are saying 'yeah? that's typical!). I was really confused and I asked him what he was doing here? He told me he had to get the baby a present, and he was all crazy about it. I was like "look, the baby is 2 days old, he will never know if you got him a present today or in a week. Just come home with me and take a shower!" and he refused. and i got really mad at him and screamed "i have a newborn to take care of and a house and a job and my mom is being crazy and i can't be responsible for taking care of you too! go home, take a damn shower, and chill the hell out!" still he refused so i dragged him into the closest store and he bought two $25 candles for the baby's room, and we headed home. when we got home, my mom was out in the street looking around for the puppy who had gotten loose and the baby was screaming. the phone was ringing. there was shit everywhere, chaos had ensued.
and cut.
how effed up is that dream! it began so nice, calm, peaceful, even happy (skinny after delivery, yesss!), and turned into a nightmare. i don't even know what to say about this one, other than that i believe it is further evidence that i am a complete whacko. maybe it means that while everything might appear fine (baby looks good, labor looked good, i look fabulous) things could still be tumultous. it is so odd, because i feel like i have it together when i am awake: i am confident about my new role and about handling all the pressures of home, working and child rearing. but as soon as i fall asleep, my confidence shifts and freddy-freakin-kruueger invades my brain, and i dream these horrible scenarios that i feel powerless to handle.
i just need a good, drug-induced sleep and i'd be fine... dammit.
btw: this album is great. i just got it after putting it off for the last year and it is remarkable listening. i can't imagine it being offensive to any ears- it's like progressive accoustic chamber-pop. wtf?
epic baby-related nightmares
every night i dream about babies. actually, i have epic baby-related nightmares that typically i wake myself up from because i feel like i am being strangled by the pressure i feel in the dreams.
some nights (rarely) the dreams are vague and minor and don't have much emotion to them and others seem so real i feel like i am the director, producer and star of them.
the last two nights i have had these really interactive dreams - shockingly about babies.
Action!
sunday night's dream involved me going to work in sales right after my baby was born.
i was selling flat screen tvs and other tech related equipment to businesses. i sold to businesses along a train track in a city that resembled panama city beach and my coworkers were a bunch of stuffy suits. on this particular day we were going to have some pizza (with gross vegetables on it... eww.) back at the "office" which was a concrete block building with indoor/outdoor carpeting and wood panneling . i got in there and took my first bite of (cold) pizza and the office manager brought me my baby (i guess she was watching it while i was out selling tvs?) who was 7 months old. the baby was crying and i thought it might be hungry so i whipped out the ole' boob to, you know, feed it. well, i then realized that this was the first time i had seen my baby since it was born and it didn't know me. it didn't like me. and it damn sure wouldn't let me breastfeed. i missed the first several months of its life because i was working and leaving it with this older lady in the office.
i felt guilty and terrified when i woke up. i have to go right back to work after the baby is born (like the next day, litterally) and i guess i am more afraid of that than i realized. i can see it now: me up all night with a screaming baby changing diapers and feeding, i get ready for work, change a diaper, feed the baby, clean the floors (because i do this every morning, don't you? i am insane [OCD] for clean floors), head to work (fight the traffic, fight the traffic), pump my jugs. deal with crazy people on the phone all day, pump the jugs, fight the traffic, change the diapers, clean the floors, change the diapers, feed the baby, up all night, do it all over again. dammit, this doesn't sound like fuu-uuunnn
last night, i dreamed that i went into labor. this dream had two distinct movements: a serene one and an awful one.
the labor was peaceful and only mildly painful (crosses fingers!) and the baby just kind of popped out after 6 or 7 hours. it was a boy, he was 5 lbs 13 ozs, and he had a mound of RED fuzzy fraggle hair! he was cute and tiny and peaceful. and, i immediately got skinny after i delivered him. it was awesome.
the next day i went home (which wasn't my home, rather some brownstone in a urban area) and my mom came to help us take care of the baby. she was really pissed at the name we had given him and she refused to call him by that name. she said "that name was fine for talking about, but you need to give hime a more acceptable, common name". She was so mad at us for naming him a name she didn't like that she brought us a brand new beagle puppy. I thought: Oh great... more freakin' work! I was sooooooo pissed off at her! But she stayed and helped us even though we were mad at each other. I decided that i was going to go to starbucks and get myself a coffee while the baby was sleeping, so I left her there with the kid. I ran around the corner to the mall and was running in to get a coffee when I ran into hubby with an empty shopping cart. He was un-showered, un-shaven, and wearing clothes that smelled and looked like they had been pulled from the laundry basket (many of you are saying 'yeah? that's typical!). I was really confused and I asked him what he was doing here? He told me he had to get the baby a present, and he was all crazy about it. I was like "look, the baby is 2 days old, he will never know if you got him a present today or in a week. Just come home with me and take a shower!" and he refused. and i got really mad at him and screamed "i have a newborn to take care of and a house and a job and my mom is being crazy and i can't be responsible for taking care of you too! go home, take a damn shower, and chill the hell out!" still he refused so i dragged him into the closest store and he bought two $25 candles for the baby's room, and we headed home. when we got home, my mom was out in the street looking around for the puppy who had gotten loose and the baby was screaming. the phone was ringing. there was shit everywhere, chaos had ensued.
and cut.
how effed up is that dream! it began so nice, calm, peaceful, even happy (skinny after delivery, yesss!), and turned into a nightmare. i don't even know what to say about this one, other than that i believe it is further evidence that i am a complete whacko. maybe it means that while everything might appear fine (baby looks good, labor looked good, i look fabulous) things could still be tumultous. it is so odd, because i feel like i have it together when i am awake: i am confident about my new role and about handling all the pressures of home, working and child rearing. but as soon as i fall asleep, my confidence shifts and freddy-freakin-kruueger invades my brain, and i dream these horrible scenarios that i feel powerless to handle.
i just need a good, drug-induced sleep and i'd be fine... dammit.
btw: this album is great. i just got it after putting it off for the last year and it is remarkable listening. i can't imagine it being offensive to any ears- it's like progressive accoustic chamber-pop. wtf?
Don't read this if you think I am cool.
(originally posted 1/17/2007)
why in god's name am i watching american freaking idol. for the second night in a row. i should be poisoned.
i am getting dumber by the second.
ooh, commercial break is over, gotta jet
*so LAME!*
why in god's name am i watching american freaking idol. for the second night in a row. i should be poisoned.
i am getting dumber by the second.
ooh, commercial break is over, gotta jet
*so LAME!*
will dance for groceries...
(originally posted 1/16/2007)
will dance for groceries...
i sure hope my baby comes out cute, or i will be forced to sell it on the black market to stay afloat...
at the risk of sounding boring and cliché: when it rains, it pours - and i am drenched and without galoshes or a slicker. wearing a white shirt. and non-waterproof mascara. carrying a purse made of tissue paper. okay, you get the idea...
just since friday we have come across an ungodly number of problems and each of them have several dollar signs behind them. we have done a pretty good job of storing up some cash for a (ahem...) rainy day, but this latest series of events threatens to suck all of it up. why, why, why! WHY?
because i am tired of thinking about all of it i'll give you the super cliffs notes version of my/our problems: traffic ticket, we're being sued (sort of), somebody close to us passed, our ac went out, and we might have sold my car which means we need to buy a new one. really, any one of these things would be upsetting by itself, but together, they are a source of moderate panic. i am losing sleep over the drama and the money and it isn't helping my pregnant psyche.
so, what are you going to do, cayc?
well, i am coming up with a creative list of ways to cut back and bring in extra money:
1. cyphen gas2. cut and sell my hair3. anyone want to sponsor this blog?4. dance erotically for groceries5. eat grass, twigs6. live by candle light7. beg8. steal garden animals, gnomes and sell them on ebay9. make handmade valentines with felt and glitter*10. hamburger helper11. make mix tapes12. sell my story to lifetime or lifetime movie network13. two words: preggo webcam**
*i heard this comedian say that glitter is the herpes of craft supplies. once you use it, you can never get rid of it.
**like anyone would want to watch me sleep, eat, vomit and scratch my belly
i figure i can do a few of these and make it work, right? hell, i have a kid on the way; I am going to have to get craftier than this i'm sure...
will dance for groceries...
i sure hope my baby comes out cute, or i will be forced to sell it on the black market to stay afloat...
at the risk of sounding boring and cliché: when it rains, it pours - and i am drenched and without galoshes or a slicker. wearing a white shirt. and non-waterproof mascara. carrying a purse made of tissue paper. okay, you get the idea...
just since friday we have come across an ungodly number of problems and each of them have several dollar signs behind them. we have done a pretty good job of storing up some cash for a (ahem...) rainy day, but this latest series of events threatens to suck all of it up. why, why, why! WHY?
because i am tired of thinking about all of it i'll give you the super cliffs notes version of my/our problems: traffic ticket, we're being sued (sort of), somebody close to us passed, our ac went out, and we might have sold my car which means we need to buy a new one. really, any one of these things would be upsetting by itself, but together, they are a source of moderate panic. i am losing sleep over the drama and the money and it isn't helping my pregnant psyche.
so, what are you going to do, cayc?
well, i am coming up with a creative list of ways to cut back and bring in extra money:
1. cyphen gas2. cut and sell my hair3. anyone want to sponsor this blog?4. dance erotically for groceries5. eat grass, twigs6. live by candle light7. beg8. steal garden animals, gnomes and sell them on ebay9. make handmade valentines with felt and glitter*10. hamburger helper11. make mix tapes12. sell my story to lifetime or lifetime movie network13. two words: preggo webcam**
*i heard this comedian say that glitter is the herpes of craft supplies. once you use it, you can never get rid of it.
**like anyone would want to watch me sleep, eat, vomit and scratch my belly
i figure i can do a few of these and make it work, right? hell, i have a kid on the way; I am going to have to get craftier than this i'm sure...
Ten Things
(originally posted 1/12/2007)
Ten things
Ten things I hate about this week:
1. Stupid National Champions of every-feckin'-thing, the Florida Gaytors.How, Cayce, can you hate with such powerful fervor the team that just creamed the favored Ohio State Buckeyes. Well, I hate their fans. I have alot of "friends" - mostly highschool and MySpace aquaintances that are fans and these people are rub-it-in-your-face pricks. They were the ones drunkenly slobbering "Gaaaww Gayters!" until 4am Tuesday morning and posting bulletins reminding everyone that the Gaytors won. Great, they won. They played amazing and Chris Leak? Pretty effing cute taboot. But you guys have to learn to win gracefully. I am extremely familiar with the concept of winning gracefully: I went to Florida State in the late 90s.
2. Slower traffic that does not keep right. I am in a hurry, folks. Get the hell out of my way. I am considering mounting a LED sign on top of my car facing the car in front of me reminding the driver he is wasting the "fast lane". My husband thinks this is illegal, but I have some plans in the works.
3. Having a cold. I went through several hundred kleenex brand tissues this week and watched too many surgeries on daytime tv. Screw being sick.
4. Commerce and my inherent need to spend.I broke down today after 5 days and made one purchase of a non-necessary item, something which I am pretty proud of. I plan to examine my spending and cut out any excesses I can live without. Thanks to Dan for pointing this article out that will hopefully inspire a change in consumerism as we know it.
Read about it here!
5. Prime Rib.Uggh, I think I am almost over red meat. I ate a huge and wonderful slab of this fatty meat on Thursday night and felt like I had ingested guanno. I felt sluggish and awful and fat and uncomfortable... and...
6. My car. Anyone want to buy a 2004 VW Jetta 5 speed with leather and low miles? It's fast as hell and gets killer mileage... I just want my payoff... Hell, I'll throw in a brand new iPod if you are interested. It is too small for my growing family (and my growing body... I can hardly get out of the damn thing).
7. The John Mellencamp song "This is our country"I am pretty sure I don't even have to explain this one... this is the absolute most irritating song anywhere right now. I am going to sue.
8. Not being able to drink a beer.I LOVE beer. I just want a Guinness. Or a Newcastle. Or a Sam Adams. Dammit five more months...
9. Cheese that has not been melted. Don't give me hard cold cheese... gross. I want my shit melted.
10. People that try to jerk with my husband.I fight dirty when someone screws with people I love... so lay off, hoes :)
Ten things
Ten things I hate about this week:
1. Stupid National Champions of every-feckin'-thing, the Florida Gaytors.How, Cayce, can you hate with such powerful fervor the team that just creamed the favored Ohio State Buckeyes. Well, I hate their fans. I have alot of "friends" - mostly highschool and MySpace aquaintances that are fans and these people are rub-it-in-your-face pricks. They were the ones drunkenly slobbering "Gaaaww Gayters!" until 4am Tuesday morning and posting bulletins reminding everyone that the Gaytors won. Great, they won. They played amazing and Chris Leak? Pretty effing cute taboot. But you guys have to learn to win gracefully. I am extremely familiar with the concept of winning gracefully: I went to Florida State in the late 90s.
2. Slower traffic that does not keep right. I am in a hurry, folks. Get the hell out of my way. I am considering mounting a LED sign on top of my car facing the car in front of me reminding the driver he is wasting the "fast lane". My husband thinks this is illegal, but I have some plans in the works.
3. Having a cold. I went through several hundred kleenex brand tissues this week and watched too many surgeries on daytime tv. Screw being sick.
4. Commerce and my inherent need to spend.I broke down today after 5 days and made one purchase of a non-necessary item, something which I am pretty proud of. I plan to examine my spending and cut out any excesses I can live without. Thanks to Dan for pointing this article out that will hopefully inspire a change in consumerism as we know it.
Read about it here!
5. Prime Rib.Uggh, I think I am almost over red meat. I ate a huge and wonderful slab of this fatty meat on Thursday night and felt like I had ingested guanno. I felt sluggish and awful and fat and uncomfortable... and...
6. My car. Anyone want to buy a 2004 VW Jetta 5 speed with leather and low miles? It's fast as hell and gets killer mileage... I just want my payoff... Hell, I'll throw in a brand new iPod if you are interested. It is too small for my growing family (and my growing body... I can hardly get out of the damn thing).
7. The John Mellencamp song "This is our country"I am pretty sure I don't even have to explain this one... this is the absolute most irritating song anywhere right now. I am going to sue.
8. Not being able to drink a beer.I LOVE beer. I just want a Guinness. Or a Newcastle. Or a Sam Adams. Dammit five more months...
9. Cheese that has not been melted. Don't give me hard cold cheese... gross. I want my shit melted.
10. People that try to jerk with my husband.I fight dirty when someone screws with people I love... so lay off, hoes :)
Grammar Police
(originally posted 1/5/2007)
Grammar Police
Wheeeeeeeewwwwww!
Wheeeeeeeewwwwww!
*blue lights flashing in your proverbial rear view mirror*
It is the Grammar Police, here to hand out citations for dumbass use of apostrophes. Jesus, people, didn't anyone learn when it is apropriate to use an apostrophe? I certainly did, and other people I know did, but I guess most people just forgot... or something... I don't understand how most people even made it through 7th grade by their current misuse of this important punctuatory device.
I am not perfect. I misuse commas constantly. I ramble and decide to, you know, add commas, you know, as often as it feels, I mean, necessary. I am falliable (me, imperfect!?) and therefore subject to the scrutiny of others, but I feel I must scrutinize on this matter. MUST. FOR MY OWN SANITY.
I come across at least 3 misuses of apostrophes a day, depending on how much I read. There are misuses in restaurant menus (no not menu's, friends, just menus), in the newspaper, in advertising copy. There are misuses on Christmas cards (to the Collins's, love The Smith's), on signs, on television. But more than all of that, I see misuse in the everyday writing of adults. I direct a non profit Foundation of mature community leaders and some of these (very well educated) people have serious difficulty with apostrophes! I do not get it. I always point them out to my husband (who thinks I am the unholiest, nitpickiest bitch to walk the planet. Sadly, he is probably correct.) and we laugh disgustedly at the follies.
So as a public service, I will attempt to help the misusers and post the rules of apostrophes here. You are welcome (in advance) for your future smarter writing.
The apostrophe is used for two things only: To signify two words joined: What is = What's To signify possesion: A hat that belongs to Ben = Ben's hat
That is it.
Apostrophies are most commonly misused when speaking of more than one thing. PLURAL NOUNS DO NOT REQUIRE AN APOSTROPHE. One Ball. Three Balls. Not Three Ball's.One Pizza. Five Pizzas. Not Five Pizza's.
Now, there is significant room for confusion because if you are talking about, say, three footballs and were being asked if the laces were white on each of the balls you would reply by saying : Yes, the balls' laces are white. The Three balls have posession of their own laces, therefore warranting an apostrophe.
Still with me? I see some of you near the back have dozed off.It's cool, we can still be friends, just not friend's. And not on paper.
When addressing, say, a letter to the Brown Family, you would address it toThe Browns, not The Brown's.
When cheering for your favorite team, you would say "Go Seminoles!", not "Go Seminole's". You would say "The Ohio State Buckeyes are going to win the national championship!", not "The Ohio State Buckeye's are going to win the national championship".
Going to a restaurant later? Perhaps you will be visiting Ball's Out Sportsbar (This one kills me, as if the Balls own the place)? Maybe you can eat some chicken wing's and watch the Dolphin's on one of their 24 TV's. I jest, and I really do like this place, but their use of punctuation is abhorrent and loathsome.
And.... rant over.
Grammar Police
Wheeeeeeeewwwwww!
Wheeeeeeeewwwwww!
*blue lights flashing in your proverbial rear view mirror*
It is the Grammar Police, here to hand out citations for dumbass use of apostrophes. Jesus, people, didn't anyone learn when it is apropriate to use an apostrophe? I certainly did, and other people I know did, but I guess most people just forgot... or something... I don't understand how most people even made it through 7th grade by their current misuse of this important punctuatory device.
I am not perfect. I misuse commas constantly. I ramble and decide to, you know, add commas, you know, as often as it feels, I mean, necessary. I am falliable (me, imperfect!?) and therefore subject to the scrutiny of others, but I feel I must scrutinize on this matter. MUST. FOR MY OWN SANITY.
I come across at least 3 misuses of apostrophes a day, depending on how much I read. There are misuses in restaurant menus (no not menu's, friends, just menus), in the newspaper, in advertising copy. There are misuses on Christmas cards (to the Collins's, love The Smith's), on signs, on television. But more than all of that, I see misuse in the everyday writing of adults. I direct a non profit Foundation of mature community leaders and some of these (very well educated) people have serious difficulty with apostrophes! I do not get it. I always point them out to my husband (who thinks I am the unholiest, nitpickiest bitch to walk the planet. Sadly, he is probably correct.) and we laugh disgustedly at the follies.
So as a public service, I will attempt to help the misusers and post the rules of apostrophes here. You are welcome (in advance) for your future smarter writing.
The apostrophe is used for two things only: To signify two words joined: What is = What's To signify possesion: A hat that belongs to Ben = Ben's hat
That is it.
Apostrophies are most commonly misused when speaking of more than one thing. PLURAL NOUNS DO NOT REQUIRE AN APOSTROPHE. One Ball. Three Balls. Not Three Ball's.One Pizza. Five Pizzas. Not Five Pizza's.
Now, there is significant room for confusion because if you are talking about, say, three footballs and were being asked if the laces were white on each of the balls you would reply by saying : Yes, the balls' laces are white. The Three balls have posession of their own laces, therefore warranting an apostrophe.
Still with me? I see some of you near the back have dozed off.It's cool, we can still be friends, just not friend's. And not on paper.
When addressing, say, a letter to the Brown Family, you would address it toThe Browns, not The Brown's.
When cheering for your favorite team, you would say "Go Seminoles!", not "Go Seminole's". You would say "The Ohio State Buckeyes are going to win the national championship!", not "The Ohio State Buckeye's are going to win the national championship".
Going to a restaurant later? Perhaps you will be visiting Ball's Out Sportsbar (This one kills me, as if the Balls own the place)? Maybe you can eat some chicken wing's and watch the Dolphin's on one of their 24 TV's. I jest, and I really do like this place, but their use of punctuation is abhorrent and loathsome.
And.... rant over.
Stoup
(originally posted 1/4/2007)
Stoup
The Yummiest.
A few nights ago I made my first recipe from the Rachel Ray Cookbook I received for Christmas (Thanks, hubs!). It was a Broccoli Rabe and Sausage STOUP (soup + stew/2) and it was fekkin' delicious. I just ate some leftover for lunch (it makes quite a bit) and I want to make it again because it was so easy and delicious.
I too had no earthly idea what Broccoli Rabe was: apparently it is a hybrid broccoli and kale thing... a leafy bunch with tiny broccoli "flowers". Whatever it is, it's tasty indeed. It was located near the parsley and kale at Publix.
Here's the recipe: try it if you are into really tasty delicious foods.
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan1 pound Italian bulk sweet sausage (I will use spicy sausage next time I make this) (Spicy is so hot right now)1 medium onion, chopped1 carrot, chopped1 large potato, peeled and chopped into small dice 2 cloves garlic, chopped1 bay leaf1 can white beans, drained Salt and pepper1 bunch chopped broccoli rabe 1 quart chicken stockGrated Parmigiano-Reggiano or Romano(Seriously, how short is this recipe? It's that easy and you can clean up as you go, which makes it a perfect weeknight meal.)
Heat medium soup pot over medium-high heat. Add the olive oil and sausage and brown. Add veggies, bay leaf and beans. (Add potato first, cook 5 mins and then add other vegs) Season with salt and pepper. Cook mixture 5 minutes to begin to soften the vegetables. Add rabe and wilt. Add stock* and cover pot. Simmer 15 minutes. Adjust seasonings and serve soup with grated cheese, for topping.
*I used low sodium (loso) chicken broth and I had to add a bunch of salt. Go with the full intensity stuff.
So that's it, 'sgood.
Stoup
The Yummiest.
A few nights ago I made my first recipe from the Rachel Ray Cookbook I received for Christmas (Thanks, hubs!). It was a Broccoli Rabe and Sausage STOUP (soup + stew/2) and it was fekkin' delicious. I just ate some leftover for lunch (it makes quite a bit) and I want to make it again because it was so easy and delicious.
I too had no earthly idea what Broccoli Rabe was: apparently it is a hybrid broccoli and kale thing... a leafy bunch with tiny broccoli "flowers". Whatever it is, it's tasty indeed. It was located near the parsley and kale at Publix.
Here's the recipe: try it if you are into really tasty delicious foods.
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan1 pound Italian bulk sweet sausage (I will use spicy sausage next time I make this) (Spicy is so hot right now)1 medium onion, chopped1 carrot, chopped1 large potato, peeled and chopped into small dice 2 cloves garlic, chopped1 bay leaf1 can white beans, drained Salt and pepper1 bunch chopped broccoli rabe 1 quart chicken stockGrated Parmigiano-Reggiano or Romano(Seriously, how short is this recipe? It's that easy and you can clean up as you go, which makes it a perfect weeknight meal.)
Heat medium soup pot over medium-high heat. Add the olive oil and sausage and brown. Add veggies, bay leaf and beans. (Add potato first, cook 5 mins and then add other vegs) Season with salt and pepper. Cook mixture 5 minutes to begin to soften the vegetables. Add rabe and wilt. Add stock* and cover pot. Simmer 15 minutes. Adjust seasonings and serve soup with grated cheese, for topping.
*I used low sodium (loso) chicken broth and I had to add a bunch of salt. Go with the full intensity stuff.
So that's it, 'sgood.
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