Saturday, July 31, 2010

He's HOME :D

Just wanted to let y'all know as of 22:00 he was released to me. I will fill you in on what happened yesterday. It was the day from hell... but he's home & I'm so excited its not even funny.

**Thanks to Ms. Kelsey for offering to send me food while I was barricaded in my room. Unfortunately, she's still here. Ughhhh I can not wait until she's gone.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Anxiety Attack

Satan, aka my monster-in-law has been here belittling me since Tuesday... that's right, 3 days of torture. I'm at my wits end and I can't be nice to her any more. She keeps trying to tell me how to run MY house, and when we were at the grocery store, she even tried to tell me what food to buy him. Pretty sure he AND his room mate pretty much lived at my apartment the entire summer before they deployed. I can tell you what BOTH of them like to eat, so thank but no thanks on your suggestions. I can handle this.

Its gotten to the point where I came home from lunch today, listened to her crap for all of 15 minutes, then locked myself in my room. I'm having anxiety attacks from all of the things she's doing. She doesnt lock the doors, she leaves the doors open, every ceiling fan is on, she leaves a sink full of dishes when the dish washer is RIGHT there!! She cut like 2 feet off of the bottom of my WILLOW tree that is supposed to touch the ground today... I know she was trying to be helpful, but this is my house, and I like my tree the way it is. I'm so nauseous right now b/c of my anxiety its not even funny. I really think I have OCD. Steven likes to tease me about it, but I mean, with anxiety like this just because she is moving my stuff around, I'm starting to really believe him.

Now I think I know why her husband has been taking so many naps... I think he's really just hiding from her. I've got my computer & my own bathroom so I've decided to camp out here until: A. She leaves or B. Steven comes home & kicks her out.

Please feel free to send supplies to my bedroom... I think I might be here a while :(


Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Hello Satan, glad you could stop by for a visit

My MIL has been here all of 2 hours and I'm already over this visit. She says completely inappropriate things all the time. Like right after we got married she told me that we should wait a few years to have kids to make sure this marriage is going to last. Really lady?! How about you go @$%# yourself?

Today she's lurking around the kitchen (this is the first time she's seen our new house) and she finally says: "There's no room for Steven's hutch." so I politely respond that it can stay in the garage for now until we PCS in a few years and get a bigger place (even though Steven already told me I could sell it on craigs list) to which she responds with: "You could put the dog crates in the garage and then you'd have room for it." to which I politely tell her that our garage is insulated but the central air isnt pumped out there, so according to the garage door opener, it's 104 in there right now. (Although I wanted to scream: My dogs will not be staying in the garage in their crates suffocating to death you psycho) She fumes about this for a while and then says: "Well we'll just have to wait until Steven gets home and see what he says."

REALLY?! REALLY?! I'm pretty sure that it's OUR house. Not HIS or YOURS for that matter... I don't care if he's your son, I have just as much say in it as he does, and the dog crates will not be going in the garage... and if you want to get technical THE HOUSE IS IN MYYYYYYYY NAME, NOT HIS, so don't even start with me lady.

And the best part, Steven isnt even here, so I get to deal with her all by myself. If he was here, he probably would have told her to leave by now. They don't have a very good relationship (his grandparents pretty much raised him) and now I'm beginning to see why he doesnt get along with her...

If you don't hear from me over the next few days, I'm in prison. Someone bail me out.

OPSEC

I've seen a lot of ladies posting about OPSEC lately. There has been a lot of backlash at S/O's who choose not to follow it. At some point in your life you have to stop being a spoiled brat and realize this isnt about you. This isnt even about your soldier/airman/sailor/marine/seal/etc. It is something much larger than that. It's not just your one military member coming home on that plane. You have to ask yourself: Could I live with myself if a hundred men & women died because I chose not to listen to OPSEC?

I know my answer. That's a HECK NO! Which is why no matter how much I want to scream from the roof tops "HE'S COMING HOME IN ______ DAYS," I refrain from doing so. As excited as I am that he is coming home shortly, I know that I am being trusted with information that could be deadly in the hands of the wrong people. One piece of information might not be useful to them, but combined with other information they have collected from other people, that could be the last piece of the puzzle they need before they attack. You need to watch EVERY little thing you say, because that one thing could be exactly what they've been waiting to learn.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

I know I just posted, but last night was pretty interesting

Last night was the first time in a long while that I have gone out to a bar. I guess I'm just getting old. lol. I know, I'm not that old, but I'm over going out every weekend. So with that being said, I think it makes it all the more fun when I actually do go out.

I met my friends "L" and "H" and we had a few beers while we waited for "C" to show up. Just as she got there, we got a call that our cab was there. Our cab driver was the coolest, and had a video screen that he let us make requests on. We'd never been in a cab that we could watch music videos in, so we thought it was the greatest thing ever. The coolness factor of this may or may not have been elevated because of the alcohol already in our systems.

We got to the bar, which is a local line-dancing bar, and had a few more drinks. Since I'm the only one who knows any line dances, I had a hard time convincing any of them to join me on the floor. Either way, we all still had a great time. Around 1am we decided we were over being at the bar, and decided we wanted Waffle House. The only problem was that "L's" bf is a bouncer at the bar, and our DD. He wasnt off until 3am, so we were stuck. We eventually called up the cab company & requested they send our awesome cab driver from earlier in the evening and rocked out to some more music videos.

We got to Waffle House just before it got super busy. After eating a guy approached us and offered to pay our bill if we let him have our booth... SERIOUSLY?!?! We of course let him pay our checks, and gave up our booth. The thing was "L's" bf had asked us to grab him some food. While we were waiting for the food outside, a guy walks up to the cop who was not letting any more people in and tells him he's Petey Pablo. At first we just laughed it off & thought he was trying to get into the building even though they were breaching the fire code. After a quick google search we found out it was indeed Petey Pablo himself and he was there after a Summer Jam concert that took place down town. He smoked a few cigarettes outside & chatted with us. He was sooooo down to earth. He even let us take a few pictures with him, even though they didnt come out great on "H's" camera phone.

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"L", "H", Petey Pablo, and me at Waffle House

Here is my fav Petey Pablo song... it was me & one of my very best friends songs during summer '04

All in all, it was a crazy night, and I was glad that I had decided to go out with my girls.

Another one bites the dust

Check out this lovely lady: Ms Kelsey @ Far From the Safe Harbor
Far From Safe Harbor


I finished reading another great blog :) I decided on Far From the Safe Harbor since Kelsey has left me a few nice comments. Since I know she's been kind enough to read my blog, I thought it was only right to return the favor. I really, really loved this blog because it really hit home for me. I know I havent talked too much about my darling husband, and I will make sure to make a post or two about him soon. But in the mean time, I'll share a little insight into my first SUPER serious relationship.

I'm following a few blogs of Navy SO's so some of you may have been to/may someday visit my hometown. I'm from Saratoga Springs, NY. Just outside of town we have a nuclear reactor/Navy base. Usually, after they finish school in Charleston SC, if they're a Nuc, they are sent to good old Upstate NY. This is how I met "N"... It was the end of my sophomore year of college & we met through a mutual friend. He was of course a Nuc. Being as I was only home for 3 months during the summer, and he was set to get shipped out shortly, I never really thought it would be more than a summer romance. At the end of the summer it was bittersweet. I liked him, but I went back to school 2 hours away, and didnt think I would see too much of him. We left it at us dating, but we werent in a relationship. He came out to see me the first weekend back for rush week, and he promised to pay my gas money if I came home the following weekend. That weekend just so happened to be my 20th birthday. He went out of his way to make it special. The last night that I was there we borrowed his friends canoe & went out for the day. We talked about everything and anything. It was the first time we discussed a lot of deep topics that we hadnt talked about before. When it got dark we made it back to truck, and when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the canoe it was electric. We stared into each others eyes for a long time before he went to say something, and then stopped. Later on that night while we were lying in bed we talked more about what we were, and he started looking at me like he had when we got out of the canoe again. That was the night he told me he was head over heals in love with me, only the second time in his life that he had ever told a girl that, and we became official.

Fast forward over a year full of seeing each other every other weekend. At this point he was accepted into an officers program & was on the fast track to a free ride to college. He chose Auburn because it was in his home state of Alabama. Once he moved there everything changed. Before he left HE was the one planning our future. Telling me we would be married once I finished school, and move to Alabama with him. Now he was saying it should wait. The program the Navy offers them is 3 years straight instead of 4 years with the summers off. It became hard to find time to talk to each other. He was busy with his fast-paced program while I was in my BLOCK semester (which is the hardest semester for Education majors. Its the core classes right before student teaching.) I was putting in the effort to talk to him, and he was pulling further and further away from me. Now if you've read Kelsey's blog, you'll see how I felt really connected to her while I was reading it. It was almost like my story. However, unlike Kelsey's story, I found out that "N" had started cheating on me around the 2 year mark around the end of his freshman year. I knew something was up, so I signed into his myspace & there were the emails back & forth. I know, I know. I sound like a psycho for going onto his myspace, but I'll let you know that I hadn't gone on it before. The password he used was the same for everything, including logging into my computer. I just new something was up, and I needed to know what it was. I called him out on it, and he denied it with everything he could. He made me feel like crap for not trusting him, and he ended things with me. I cried about it for a long while, and then on my next birthday he called me. I hadnt talked to him in a while, and he finally admitted to cheating on me with the girl in question. He said he couldnt handle the distance, and that was his way out. Now I don't condone what he did AT ALL, but I dont harbor any resentment for him anymore. He got married around the time I did, and just had a beautiful baby boy. I like to think of it as God had other plans for us. Even though we were good together, we were better apart.

It was a long time before I was ready for another serious relationship. At that time I had just turned 21 and I went into crazy mode. Not like "Hi, I'm a whore, take me home with you" or anything like that, but I was a self proclaimed make-out whore. I was kissing different guys left and right. It was not the best idea, but it was my way of not caring or investing my heart into anything serious for a while. I dated a few guys here and there until graduation, but none that I said "I love you" to. Then when I graduated from college I took a job down here on a whim. A few of my EX-friends from college had found teaching jobs down here, and convinced me to come along. Aside from my family, I didnt really have anything holding me back. I sent a resume out with ZERO work experience in teaching and ended up getting hired OVER THE PHONE. I figure what the heck, and moved 700 miles away without ever visiting this place. Come to find out that I was locating myself near the largest population of soldier in the country: Ft Bragg, North Carolina. At first I was really skeptical of military guys after "N" but eventually I went on a few dates here & there. Nothing serious... and I'd like to think that I'm not a tag chaser. While I've dated a few soldiers here & there I wasnt looking for the free health care, or to steal their money like most of the other women that would fall into this category. I had my own heath insurance through the state, and I really dont like to take money from people. To this day I still feel bad taking money from Steven for things other than our bills. He earns it, so I think he should spend it as he sees fit.

Since I'm on the subject, I might as well continue on and tell you about Steven & I now. I was still in my "I dont ever want to get serious with a military man" mode when I met him. I was out with an ex-friend (one of the ones I moved down here with, but that story is one for another time) and we decided to go to a popular bar. I walked in & Steven immediately caught my attention. He's a tall guy (6'2") so I saw him from across the bar. He was wearing a Stetson hat, tight Wranglers, and cowboy boots. I poked my friend and told her that he was mine, even though her and I have completely different taste in guys. He was exactly my type, and I couldnt help but steal glances in his direction. Thankfully, when I would steal a glance at him, I noticed he was looking at me too. After the looks went back and forth for a while he finally got up to come talk to me. As he crossed the bar he was intercepted by a cougar. She was wearing a ridiculously patterned dress and looked like she escaped from the '70's. It was hysterical. He looked at me with pleading eyes to come save him, but I couldnt stop laughing. He eventually escaped her advances, and came to yell at me for not coming to his rescue. Both of us were the DD's that night, so I knew it wasnt just the alcohol talking. After that we were inseparable, and the rest is history.

Here are a few pictures of my hottie :)

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Yep, he rides bulls... Love my cowboy :D


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Lip full of chew, ickkk, but I still love him

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That's the stetson that suckered me in


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

No Motivation

As I posted earlier, I have spent the past two days sitting in a classroom learning about phonics (yes, it is as boring as it sounds) and the day before that I spent 13 hours in a car on my journey back to NC from NY. Needless to say, after not doing much of anything that requires thought while in my home state, these last 3 days have drained me. I have not done one productive thing since I got home at 3:30 besides finishing reading a great blog by Brittney. Check it out if you haven't.

A Day in the Life of a Navy Wife


Although I think finishing reading her blog is an accomplishment in my mind, I dont think others would agree. lol. I'm excited I get to move on to another blog now. However, my main goal right now is to get my butt off the couch and get some house work done. I have a million things on my to-do list, and I need to get cracking on them. My MIL is coming next week to drop off our boat, so I would like to get the house cleaned before she gets here with my step-FIL. We just bought this house in April, so she hasnt seen it yet. (neither has Steven for that matter because he's been deployed since last summer) Also, my friend Jamie just got a job at an oncology office an hour away from here, so she will be staying with me/us for a little while until she gets settled in down here. Steven will be home SOON, and lastly I start back to work August 17th. All of this stuff going on means that I really need to get my butt in gear with this house. I STILL have boxes that are not unpacked in the garage. Ughhhhhh. Aside from the housework, I really need to do some yard work, upload the rest of the pictures I took in NY, and get some lessons for the beginning of school. Steven's block leave is scheduled for September as of right now, so I'd much rather get some school work done now while I can, and not have anything to do once he's on leave.

Ok, enough of the computer for now. Off to do some laundry... Ohhhhh how I loathe laundry... and dishes... and dusting... lol

Four days down, one to go...

Today I completed day 4 of a 5 day workshop on phonemic awareness. The county is requiring ALL certified staff K-5 to receive the training by 2011. I know that we should all be highly qualified to help students, but do the PE, Art, & Music teachers really need to be paid $200 a day to sit in this workshop on something they will probably never use? That seems like a giant waste of money to me... Even for me, as a 5th grade teacher, I wonder if this is a good use of the counties money to be paying me. Phonics/Phonemic Awareness is something that is usually taught on the K-1st grade level, so the odds of a student coming to me with severe deficits in this area is going to be few and far between... and if I was to have a student who could not read on a K or 1st grade level, I would be seeking assistance from the CCR teacher, the literacy coach, & the reading recovery teachers. A student who is that behind would take INTENSIVE remediation (we're talking 3-4 years of remediation) for them to get to grade level. That is more than I could provide for them in the classroom with 25-30 other students & that would mean he/she would need to be pulled out by one of these professionals for individualized instruction... But I did learn a lot, and I guess I will be prepared if I ever move to a lower grade (even though I never would. I love the older ones. You can be sarcastic with them & they actually get it!)

One more day in August of this training to go...

On another note, I am seriously considering trading my car in. When I moved here 3 years ago I left my '95 neon in NY and decided to purchase one down here. Sales tax on cars in NY is 8% and in NC its 3% so that was an easy decision. I had just graduate college, I didnt have any credit, I hadn't started my teaching job officially yet, and I had no down payment because I needed all of my money for my deposit on my apartment & to buy a new bed. I went to Toyota & they told me they would have no problem putting me in a car ASAP. I told the woman what I was looking for, and she found me a Corolla with the features I wanted & scheduled for it to have the spoiler & tints put on a few days later. She made it easy, so I didnt really want to shop around. I love my car, don't get me wrong. I get great gas milage, its roomy, and has a HUGE trunk which is nice when I travel back to NY with 3 dogs. However, I've been having dreams lately about trading my car in for a Mitsubishi Lancer. I'm in love with the way the new models look. As of right now I owe about 7K on my car which is worth between 8K-9k on a trade-in. If I could get 8K or 9K, I really think I might end up doing it. The only thing is, I REFUSE to drive automatic cars. I hate, hate, HATE them. I think they are so boring to drive.... Manual transmissions are becoming harder and harder to find. They don't make that many any more, and the ones they do make are snatched up quickly... I think once Steven comes home from this deployment & trades in his Cadillac for the truck he wants, I might just have to go for it :)

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

I wish myspace wasnt a thing of the past... I used to be so good at html, but I'm having such a terrible time trying to get this blog looking the way I want it!!

Stay tuned for a million and one changes to the way my blog looks... I will have it the way I want it if it's the last thing I do! lol

**If anyone can help me figure out a way to center the header, I'd greatly appreciate it. I've been through the html like 23942394 times and I cant find anything for the life of me. Blogspot is way more anal about its html codes than myspace is. lol

VH1's Dad Camp

I'm a sucker for reality tv... anything about love & couples, home make-overs, cooking shows... As long as they're not about annoying/unintelligent people, then they get me every time.

The ones I'm stuck on right now are Dance Your *ss Off on Oxygen & Dad Camp on VH1. I love watching the dancing on DYAO & I love seeing how happy these people are when they meet their weight loss goals & Dad Camp makes me cry almost every episode. If you havent watched it, its about a group of young-ish soon-to-be-parents. When the show started, the fathers were for the most part very immature, and not accepting of the fact that they would soon have a baby to take care of. They have been put through daddy boot camp to get them ready for their new additions. At first they were very resentful, but now the dads are doing such sweet things for the mommies, and showing that they are going to do well by their children. I love when the daddies get excited about learning something new.

Its not helping my "baby fever," but that's fine. I know I'm not ready to be a mom for at least another year or two... I'm up for tenure after this year, so that's something I'm really excited about working towards. When I do decide to be a mommy I want to take off the first year or two of my babies life before I go back to work. Right now I'm not ready to give up teaching. In NC it takes 5 years to get vested into the retirement program, so I figure in another 2 years when that happens, then I will be ready to take some time off.

Be a follower... everyone is doing it ;)

I just started on this whole blogging adventure, and so far I havent lost interest... we will see how that goes once Steven is home from the big sandbox across the sea & I'm back to teaching mon-fri. Hopefully I can continue to blog away.

I started "following" a lot of blogs recently. I don't like to follow blogs privately because I feel like I'm spying by being on your blog without telling you. A lot of the blogs I have previewed so far have had a lot of personal information on them, almost as in a diary, and I'd like to acknowledge the fact that I am enjoying your blog. I always read a few posts before I click follow to make sure that it's something that I would be interested in. A lot of you lovely ladies got added because you are fellow MilSpouses. I love to read about how other ladies adapt to this crazy lifestyle. It's neat to read about ladies from branches besides the Army, because I get insight into just how diverse the military is. It doesnt matter if our loved ones are Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force, whatever, we all miss them when they're away, and exude a ridiculous amount of pride in what they do.

Somehow I found myself on Life as a Sailors Girl. If you aren't following her, I would highly recommend it. Her blog is so cute, and I love reading what she has to say. Through her, or her followers I have found most of you. The hardest thing about being a follower of other peoples blogs for me is I feel compelled to read EVERY blog that you have posted. If you spent the time to write it, I think it deserves to be read. So far I have read all of Mrs. Gambizzle's post at LaaSG, and all of Allissa's posts at Hope Floats (another blog I really enjoyed). My current mission is reading A Day in the Life of a Navy Wife, which so far I am loving as well. Eventually I will get to everyone else that I am following as well... or at least that's the plan right now :D

So this is my kudo's to all of the lovely ladies that I have begun following. Thank you for letting people share on your great blogs. Maybe someday I will have lots of blog posts that someone else will enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed reading all of yours.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Why am I so cranky?!?!

I think Oscar the Grouch is hiding out in my body or something. I am in such a rotten mood lately, and it had nothing to do with mother nature making a visit... I'm just cranky...

To make matters worse, Steven told me this morning that he heard re-deployment will be pushed back between 3 & 5 days... after that it was GAME OVER... There was no talking to me without me biting someone's head off... I'm at my wits end with this crap. Seriously, what is another couple of days going to do... at that point in the deployment they're not working any more... so let's keep them a couple extra days to torture everyone... the guys wont mind sitting with their thumbs up their asses for 3-5 extra days, right?! A year is too long for someone to be away from their family. He's over being there, and I can't make it any better... However, according to Army Times they're trying to go to 9 month deployments & two years of dwell time... I say it's a fat chance in hell of that happening, but it can't hurt to hope that it actually goes into affect sometime this century...

To add to my crankiness; tomorrow I'm driving back to NC alone, with our three dogs... look out if you're on I-95 for a chick in a white car with a yankees emblem in the back window... I'm sure to have quite a bit of road rage since I'm only going back because I have to take a stupid workshop on stuff I learned in college. I guess this means that I don't really have to pay too much attention... maybe I'll even blog from my blackberry :)

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Things I miss about NY

I love living in North Carolina, don't get me wrong... but I come home and find so many things that I miss about Upstate, New York. Here is my ongoing list that I may or may not update along my stay here.

Things I have missed about NY:
1. Obviously my family & friends in NY
2. The rodeo... I love everything about it, and we dont have a good one near Ft Bragg. It frustrates me to no end, especially since it's something that Steven and I both LOVE.
3. NY pizza... My parents dont live near NYC, but the pizza is pretty much the same... that greasy thin crust deliciousness that you can't find anywhere else. Near Ft Bragg it's hard to find a pizza that is not from a chain. Pizza Hut, Marcos, Papa Johns, Dominos... that is NOT pizza.
4. Not being stuck in traffic forever. With the way Bragg is growing, I do not want to think about what the traffic will become. Especially since within the coming months all of first and fourth brigade will be back from deployment. Say hello to a couple thousand more drivers on the road.
5. Sushi-I know I can get it in NC, but it is so much better here
6. Being able to steal fresh veggies from my parents garden

Things I have NOT missed about NY:
1. Gas prices... They're like 50 cents more a gallon. Ridiculous!
2. My bed... I love everything about memory foam :D
3. My parents live on 5 acres of "family land" (there are 100 acres total in the fam) and the cell phone reception SUCKS out here.
4. A lot of my friends have moved away as well, so being here reminds me of all of the good times we had & makes me miss them a whole lot
5. There are a ridiculous amount of non-showering, dirty hippies in Saratoga... and they creep me out. lol
6. My parents do not have central air... my dad drew up the blue-prints for this house 25 years ago, and built it himself. Back before summers in NY EVER got this hot. I remember not breaking 90 until late July/early August... I guess it's more signs that global warming is actually a valid concern :(

That is all I can think of for now... I leave you with a picture of the amazing pizza I had for dinner... worth EVERY calorie, but I was good and only had one slice ;)

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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

I know I "signed-up for this" but I'm going to whine about it anyway

I am so freaking over this deployment. Steven left last summer and took his R&R in November at Thanksgiving time since I could get some time off work. Since he's only got 2 years active duty, he's a pretty low man on the totem pole. It was either November or June. Thankfully he picked November because May & June leave were cancelled since they were possibly pulling out earlier than expected... Not that we ever actually thought we'd get lucky enough for them to pull out early. It's been 9 freaking months since he's set foot on U.S. soil. Thank God this deployment is almost over because I dont know what to say anymore when he tells me he just wants to come home already.

His tuff box is home & his welcome home banner is here... We're in the home stretch now :)

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Miley went nuts because it smelled like daddy

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I didnt like any of the templates they had on the site for welcome home banners, but it was really easy to take everything off and make it my own. I think it came out pretty decent...
http://www.buildasign.com/Troops

Chef Boyardee

Did I mention I am good at cooking too? Well, I am... or I like to think I am. I think the makings of a good cook come when people start to ask you for your recipes. The problem with that is, I don't like to follow recipes. My grandmother likes to say it's because we are Italian, and that's the way we're supposed to cook. The only time I ever really follow a recipe is if I am making something out of a box, or I am baking. I haven't quite figured out how to bake without reading some sort of directions. Maybe that talent will come in time. Here are a few of my recent yummy dishes :)

Fruit Topped Cookie Pizza

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1 package of chocolate chip cookie dough (18 oz)
2 squares of white chocolate for baking (1 oz each)
2 tbsp milk
1 package of cream cheese (8 oz)
1/4 c of powdered sugar
1 c of thawed, frozen whipped topping
12-16 halved strawberries
1 can of mandarin orange sections (11 oz)
1/4 c semi-sweet chocolate morsels
1 tsp vegetable oil

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Shape cookie dough into a ball and place in the center of a pizza pan or stone. Using lightly floured roller, roll dough to a 12-in circle, about 1/4 in thick. Bake 12-15 minutes or until edges set. (Cookie will be soft. Do not overbake.) Remove from oven; cool 10 minutes. Carefully loosen cookie from baking pan or stone and finish cooling completely on pan or stone.
Place white chocolate and milk in bowl. Microwave on high 1 minute; stir until chocolate is melted and mixture is smooth. In a separate bowl, combine cream cheese and powdered sugar; mix well. Gradually stir in white chocolate mixture; mix smooth. Fold in whipped topping. Spread cream cheese mixture evenly over cookie.
Arrange strawberries and mandarin oranges over cream cheese mixture in circles. Place chocolate morsels and vegetable oil in microwave dish and cook uncovered on high for 30 sec. or until chocolate is melted and smooth. Drizzle over fruit. Refrigerate at least 30 minutes before serving.

Serves 16

**I found this recipe in a magazine. It is not my recipe, but it's DELICIOUS!! So I had to share.
http://www.food.com/recipe/Fruit-Topped-Triple-Chocolate-Pizza-105287... it's also on food.com, so I will give them the credit so no one sues me. lol


These two are my "recipes" so I dont really have a set of directions to follow specifically... here is how I made them though:
Chicken Parm Pizza

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2 packages of Pillsbury pizza crust spread out to fill baking sheet... I put olive oil around the outsides to make the crust crispier.
Fried Chicken Cutlets: To make these I bought a package of chicken tenderloins. Dip in egg, then in flour, then back in the egg, and into italian style breadcrumbs. "Fry" in olive oil. Chop into small pieces and top pizza sauce.
Pizza Sauce... I like to add italian seasonings & fresh basil to the sauce to make it tastier.
Mozzarella Cheese: I like to use fresh motz & grate it myself. I think it tastes better than just opening a jar.

Stuffed Green Peppers

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**These are pretty healthy... aside from the cheeeeese :D

Clean 5-6 green peppers and boil in a pot of water. I'm not sure of the exact time, but the peppers with go from green to a yellowish green color. When they change that means they are ready to be removed from the water and stuffed
Filling:
1 small package of turkey burger
2 packages of Uncle Ben's 90-second Sante Fe rice
1 cup or so of fat free pasta sauce
3/4 cup or so of Queso cheese sauce
1 can of mexi-corn
Mix it all together... if it seems a little dry, add a little more sauce.
Fill each of the peppers with the stuffing and top with cheddar cheese.
Pop in the oven on 350. When the cheese is melted, they're done.



Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Super Cute Personalized Magnets

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Fish tank jewels + paint + button magnets = super cute craft

I saw people selling these on myspace and I thought they were adorable. Being as I am super cheap, and really crafty, I figured I would make them myself instead of sending some random a paypal payment for $5 for a set of 3. For $10 I could make 100. All you need is a bag of clear fish tank jewels, a pack of button magnets(the round ones) & paint. You can get all of this in the craft section at Walmart. I had a bunch of little paint brushes, but if you dont, you can use toothpicks.

Since I am stubborn, I refused to look up how to make them on the internet. It took me quite a few attempts to figure out how to get them to look as cute as I had seen them online. At first I tried using marker on paper and gluing it to the back of the fish tank jewels. The marker ran, and the black color of the magnet showed through the paper once I put the glue on it. It was a total bust. Then I tried using paint on the paper so it didnt run like the markers, but it looked like crap with the paper too. Next I tried painting the magnets white & putting the design/words on them to avoid the paper altogether. Those looked okay, but still not as cute as I had seen online. I finally figured out that the best way to do them was paint directly on the back of the fish tank jewel. Its not the easiest thing to do since you have to write any words backwards on the jewel, but it worked the best. Once you paint on the design or words you let them dry. Then paint a background color over the whole design. Once that dries you glue the jewel to the magnet and voila! Now I have a cute collection of these button magnets all over my fridge & I love them!

** For this one I did the white dots and lines first. Then I painted blue over the whole corner with the dots and red over the white strips to fill in the empty spaces. I took the picture before it dried completely, thats why the white is a little dark in spots.

Photography

In high school I took photography. I took a lot of art classes actually. We had to have two "majors" in high school and of course I went a bit overboard.

I had four... art, French, science & math...
- I hated math, but I figured I might as well take it, because I was pretty good at it.
- I loved science. It was my best subject, besides art. I remember a day in Biology when I was the ONLY person in ALL FOUR of her classes that passed the Ecology test.
- I only took French as long as I did because I didnt want to have to take it in college. I can't really speak it any more, but I can still read it pretty well.
- Art took up pretty much all of my electives besides French. I took drawing, painting, photography, media arts, graphic design, ceramics... pretty much anything I could get into.

& I graduated in the top 10% of my 450+ graduating class

I loved my photography class. It was my senior year & it was first thing in the morning with one of my very best friends from high school, Bridget. We pretty much NEVER did what we were supposed to be doing during photography, and instead would have to spend our study hall in the dark room playing "catch-up." That was fine with me though. We had some great times in there. We kind of waged a war with a few of the other art majors. They thought they were better than everyone else, so we put them in their place ;)

I didnt really do well with photography when it came to the actual assignments. I loved Mr. Kelly, and I thought his assignments were great, but I didnt really like having to take pictures to fit an assignment. All of my best pictures from that class were ones that I took on my own. My mom had gotten me a Canon Rebel G and I loved it. It was an easy camera to start out with. Just recently I decided I wanted to get back into taking pictures, but I couldnt really use my Rebel G anymore. It's sad that in the SEVEN years since I graduated high school, 35mm cameras have become pretty much non-existent. It was time for an upgrade... $905 later I left Best Buy with a brand new Canon Rebel T1i and a 4 year warrantee. I looked at a lot of Nikons since I'd heard good things, but Canon will always have my heart.

I got it home and sat patiently while the battery charged for 2 hours... I can honestly say, it was worth EVERY penny. Now I'm dying for a new telephoto lens so I can take pictures from further away. If anyone is looking for a new camera, I would definitely recommend this one. It's pretty simple to use, and it has an HD video camera. If you're thinking you don't have $900 around, it's only $699 without the warrantee. I just didnt want to risk breaking my brand new toy, so I let myself get sucked into the extra $149.

Here are a few of my amateur shots

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None of these have been edited... I'm too lazy for that ;)

More to come



Why blog?

Why did I decide to start a blog? Honestly... because every one else seems to be doing it. I like to jump on bandwagons. I get sucked into propaganda. I let people sway my initial thinking on things. I think it's because I like to try new things. I jump from hobby to hobby. I like something one day, the next I could care less about it.

Thats kind of the inspiration for this blog. When I decided I wanted to start a blog, I couldn't really think of ONE thing I wanted to blog about. I'm good at a lot of things. I've ALWAYS been good at a lot of things. I like to think of myself as a sort of Renaissance (wo)Man, like Da Vinci. I'm the kind of person people like to hate because I pick something up, and the first time I do it, I'm good at it. The only thing I'm not really good at is anything musical. Well, thats not entirely true. I was really good at the violin.... but it bit the dust like all of the other things that I've tried and forgotten about. I would never practice, but would go in and be able to play the songs. Now I couldn't even tell you how to read the notes. In my defense, I took violin in 4th grade when I was 9. I can't sing to save my life though. Whenever people ask what I would like to change about myself, I always say that I'd like to be able to sing well.

I'll probably blog a ton in the beginning, on all sorts of things. It's my summer vacation, and I've got a lot of time on my hands... Hopefully this blog can hold my attention longer than a few minutes. I think I could be good at this too ;)