Archive | July, 2011

Dilly bars, car trips, and Mellencamp

25 Jul

It’s been a long weekend of family, friends, and pig roasting. In retrospect, my weekend could have been a country song. Now as it is Monday, I am back to work and trying to adjust to being a slave to my ever-growing pile of laundry and house that needs to be vacuumed, as well as moving to the new house. A vacation, no matter how long, is always a nice way rejuvenate and relax. This is especially true when you are bathing in vitamin D and visiting with people who you seldom see. For now, as I have not gone through and edited all the pictures from my weekend, I will talk about two of my favorite moments from this weekend. This first is a small and insignificant thing for most people, but really hits home for me.


Growing up in our town is the definition of a John Cougar Mellencamp song. There is not a lot to do but that is okay. It’s a great place to learn what plant s are okay to stick in your mouth, what park has the best swing set, and what beach has the best place to park with your sweetie. Harold and I had one thing that our kids don’t get to experience, and that was a Dairy Queen. When I was young the owners changed hands, and that Dairy Queen was no longer a Dairy Queen. It became a delicious hamburger joint known as Zoomies that I worked at for quite some time during my high school years. The amazing service, finger licking food, and laughter were still there to embrace, but the Peanut Buster Parfaits were gone, and this was a big deal to me when I was 10. Zoomies is not the same anymore, and with no delicious ham,burger joint to be found, Daphne and Kirby don’t get to experience the same feel of that building as Harold and I did. There are still Dairy Queen’s in the area, but we seldom go off the island to enjoy them. Friday was different, and we were next to one and decided that it was the best way to start off our vacation.


We enjoyed our double cheeseburgers with no abandon, and had some great laughs. Daphne was such a smart girl and never stops surprising me. When she ordered her cheese burger she asked for milk, and when asked if she wanted chocolate milk or regular milk, she replied regular. If milk is something she wants, I am always happy that she speaks up, and when she goes for the regular milk verses the chocolate milk, I do a little happy dance. How often is it that a four-year old will willingly snatch up regular milk over chocolate? I never would have done that when I was her age. When it was time for ice cream, Daphne asked if she could have chocolate soft serve in a cup with the cone on top, yet again a great joy because it means less mess! Harold shared his hot fudge sundae with Kirby and I enjoyed my butterscotch dilly bar. I love creating memories like this, because it greatly reflects the memories that I had growing up of going to the DQ with my father for an afternoon treat. The ice cream was cold, but it still warmed my heart.


I drive and 1984 Toyota Camry, at least this was until Friday. As my car was over the 200 thousand mile mark, and was not the safest car to drive long distances, we had been looking for a replacement. Friday was our lucky day, as we found the perfect car on craigslist. She is a 2000 Mercury Sable, in a champagne gold color. While it was completely in our budget, it also had only minor problems and only 76 thousand miles. Can you say AMAZING DEAL? We drove her all weekend and are in love. Big enough for the kids in the back, spacious trunk, and comfy to boot. A big thumbs up from this mom!

Her name is Angela Lansbury because she is a champagne colored goddess, feels like you are riding on a bed going to magical places, and my father’s Buick Century is named Matlock, so they can solve crimes together. Our cars are the best of friends!



No I haven’t seen Harry Potter

18 Jul

An ominous mist has engulfed the north end of my island. It’s pretty terrifying, as I have read Stephen King’s “The Mist” from back to front countless times and seen the movie. I can tell you that reading about the monsters is more terrifying then seeing them because you can imagine all the little details of dripping mucus and oozing orbs of poison as they drip from the fangs of whatever creature has just whacked the elderly woman down in the isle of canned goods in the grocery store that they are all hiding in (maybe he was just getting some chicken and stars for the little mini blood sucking offspring that he has at home, we will never know), because apparently the best idea was to barricade yourself in the one building with a completely glass store front. But hey, at least they outlasted the people in the pharmacy!

This is the mist, and please excuse the horrible picture from my phone, I don’t normally bring my DSLR to work.

This is an odd July here in our town. Normally the weather is horrible till now, then it lightens and the sun finally pries itself out of the clouds and we all gripe about our sunburns for a month and it goes back to the cool moist air that we are so accustomed to.

REO Speedwagon just started playing on the radio. Give me a second while I jam out to this wonderful song of continuous love.

Well, this weekend was our annual town festival. Every year vendors come, as well as local businesses, and set up booths along main street to peddle goods or to get the word out about whatever currently worldly conundrum hits close to their hearts. You see everyone you know, and everyone who you have gone to high school with and would like to forget. It’s the magical quirk of a small town coming together for a weekend once a year to celebrate the picking of a fruit that we don’t actually pick anymore, because hey, we could just go get it all at the Costco across town, right? In the end you come home full of street food but still hungry, and either sunburned, damp from the rain that didn’t stop you from looking at dresses made in Thailand that have been priced at $10 a pop, or incredibly dehydrated because you didn’t think to keep drinking water and you only drank soda and the melted snow cone you bought thinking that was going to be a great way to keep liquid in your system. Did you learn it wasn’t? Are you going to vow to keep a water bottle on you at all times now? Are you going to forget your bottle of water the next time you spend 10 hours outside walking around with your family? Awesome. I’m glad we got that covered.

Here are some quick pictures of my wonderful family and I participating in the festivities. I like to think they are pure photography gold, but sadly I’m no Kelle Hampton. Maybe someday one of my pictures will get spotted by a person who happens to be wealthy and put photographs in National Geographic or some other large publication, buy my picture, and I will live off the royalties till I’m old and gray. Well, a girl can hope, right?

At this point the kids were about done with walking around and participating, and Daphne just wanted to get her groove on and kept dancing.

Today our TV gets hooked up at the new house, and next week our appliances get delivered. It’s going to be a hectic time full of weddings and camping trips, but thankfully we have a plan. I think. I’d like to think we have a plan.

I hope that my random method to my madness posts aren’t that annoying, because soon I will be starting my weekly cooking videos because I’m hilarious when I actually talk and my food is only sometimes burned 🙂

Happy almost August!

Farmers market, buying a house, and bruschetta!

9 Jul

When explaining to my mother-in-law why it is so expensive to put in a new septic system in your home, I said “it’s because no one wants to deal with your shit”.

We have signed and closed on our new house! We are first time buyers, and it was a long laborious process. I can only hope that next time we buy a house it goes smoother and we know what to look at first and what to say when we don’t like how it’s going. All that being said it was a very wonderful process and our realitor was great! I spent last night mopping, gardening, and scrubbing the new house because I do not want someone else dust and grime when we move in. The motivation kept going through this morning when I mowed the lawn at our current house, and I am very thankful. Harold put Kirby in front of the TV with Sesame Street and he was happy in his play pen.

I picked up my friend, and hopefully future sister-in-law-in-law for a day of garage sailing and the farmers market. She got in her necessary baby time and I got to spend time with a real person that I am not married to, poops their pants, or that I am serving at work. We got some great finds such a Wings, a perfume by Gerogio of Beverly Hills that you can’t buy anymore and happens to be my favorite scent ever for summer, cook books, coffee cups, mini loaf pans, and apple shaped plates (for Carrie, I hate apples). At the farmers market I bought some lavender simple syrup for lavender lemonade, lavender mojitos, and lavender butter cream frosting. We stopped at the bakery and I bought some day old baguettes which are perfect perfect perfect for bruschetta, and the island heritage museum and had a great day. It was well worth the taking the baby out and putting him back in the car a zillion times.

Signing for the house at the bank and Harold carrying me across the threshold of the new house. We then had a champagne toast with family. Also, as you can see in this photo I have incredibly long feet and high arches. God blessed me with the fact that I can almost never thrift shoes. I say blessed because I don’t like to stick my feet in peoples foot sweat. Do you?

Kirby was talking on the old time telephone!

Delicious five minute bruschetta. Take the bread and slice it on the diagonal, then put chopped tomatoes that have been tossed in basil and olive oil on the tops, and garnish with cheese! Place under the broiler for about 5 minutes. DELICIOUS! You get the obligitory shot of the food super close up, because some how that gives you a better idea of it, and then a picture of the food and the baby in the background because I don’t have the time to take food shots and thank gosh my camera is auto focus because I would never have time to focus it on my own.

Have a great weekend!


the baby needs me,


An update as I try to get things in order around my own home

3 Jul

It’s a long slow road for me to find time to sit here and peddle out the words that are an accurate description of my day to day life. In the past couple of weeks we have been dealing with closing on our house, throwing a 32nd birthday party for Harold, and going to a million family events as summer gets into full swing.

There is an add for something call “flirty girl fitness” on my television, and it says you may lose up to three inches in 2 weeks. It sounds great, but the whole concept is that you dance provocatively in front of your TV and it makes you burn calories. I would be too embarrassed to dance like that in my own home, mostly because I have windows and I think that if you saw me doing that you would want to run and dunk your face with your eyes wide open into the large body of salt water only 20 yards away from my door.

Harold’s birthday party went off wonderfully, with BBQ chicken, a potato bar, fruit, salads, and sweet tea all at everyone’s finger tips. We finished it off with red velvet cake that had “Harold” and “Sean” in chocolate written on top. It was a great experience that had everyone enjoying themselves and not stealing all my valuables after I crawled into bed and a slightly drunk Harold was left in charge. What can I say, I trust my husband!

Kirby is not only crawling everywhere, but he is pulling up on things as well and having a great time. He lowers himself oh so gently to the ground and a KATHUMP is heard round the house as his big ol’ booty crashes the last three inches to the floor. Daphne is enjoying her time in the sun, drinking sweet tea (we really love our sweet tea) and sticking her toes in the sand. Summer is a great time for everyone and I am so thankful that the sun is peaking itself out earlier then usual in our part of the county.

I hope everyone has a safe Independence Day and spends some quality time with loved ones.


I don’t have to share any of my potato chips because it’s nap time and now I have to go do the dishes,