Beefy Beans @ What's For Dinner

Heart healthy? Not by Dr.Oz's standards, but I've always heard that beans, beans are good for your heart. Make these Beefy Baked Beans for your next cookout. Or do like me and make them whenever your hungry for something that fills you up and clogs your arteries (which is daily).

I'm still here

I am alive and well. Since I received two phone calls this morning with concerns for my well-being, I thought I better check-in.

We have a few things going on right now that have kept me preoccupied. Good things, in fact, that have been able to maintain my attention more than blogging. First, I have a new camera that I am trying to learn. Some of my free time has been focused on studying/playing. Hopefully I will get the hang of things and be able to post great pictures and make a more interesting blog for you.

Secondly, I am planning a family vacation. My excitement over the vacation has consumed me and, again, my free time is centered on surfing the net and planning our trip. More details to follow.

Also, my email and Internet are "down" on my old dinosaur computer. This further complicates things.

So don't expect replies to your emails until my "techy" can work on my computer. And if he is available to work on my computer in the next five years, I have to clear the children out of the house because I don't have enough sets of ear muffs to keep their precious minds safe from the language they will hear. Just this morning I overheard Patrick say "shit" when his transformer didn't work right! Dammit, I hate it when he does that!

Sara's Chicken Salad

If you feel like a delicious chicken salad recipe that's a twist on the traditional version your mom made, and it's so easy to make it is child's play, check out Sara's Chicken Salad. It's what's for dinner at our house.

Light, fruity, refreshing

and it's child's play!

My Wonderful Life

Seven years ago vanity and an healthy fear of weight gain brought three girls together. Warped senses of humor, good listening skills and a fear of blackmail has bonded them for life.

Wow, did I have an awesome day. It really couldn't have been more perfect. It all started with a visit with two old friends (old as in young and beautiful looking friends I have known for a long time). We try to get together once a month, and usually we go out for brunch. Today we decided that brunch was the last thing we (read: our thighs) needed and that what we really could use was a little exercise.

First we walked three miles and a new(ish) friend, Linda, came along, too. All you former Girl Scouts, sing along with me now: Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other's gold. Whatever that means, I don't really know, I just sang along with the rest of Troop 349 because Mrs. Patterson scared the living poo-poo out of me. I really wanted to be a cheerleader, but Mom allowed me to join Girl Scouts because we only met once a month and cheerleading had several practices a week.

After the brisk walk we returned to Vic's house to eat a well balanced breakfast. I brought along my favorite cereals. Whole wheats? Check.

Everyone contributed something. Kerrie sliced the strawberries. Fruits? Check. Vic had some fat free milk. Dairy? Check. I think.

It was delicious. Kerrie and I ate all of our cereal and tipped our bowls to slurp our remaining milk (well Kerrie didn't, but I did). Vic said she was "stuffed" and couldn't have another bite. It must have been that Saltine cracker she ate earlier.


Aughhh, Vic? I thought you were "stuffed" and couldn't eat another bite? Is that a Bloody Mary your making? Oh, I see, it's the homemade kind. That's my favorite, too.


That Vic, she wants to make sure we get all our veggies, too. She loves us! She really, really loves us! (Name that actress.) Vegetable group? Check.


Kerrie retired to the back deck to drink her Bloody Mary. Please take note of Vic's cocktail table. It is the newest and the cuttingest-edgeiest (these are new words, look 'em up). I know you are going to want one. It is all the rage in California and in Europe too. Some people call these new fangled devices ironing boards, but those people don't know what the hell they are talking about. This is a cocktail table for only the most Vogue consumers and will soon be featured in House Beautiful and Architectural Digest. Vic had one first.


O.K. fine. It isn't really a cocktail table, but I feel sorry for Vic and I am trying to play it up for her sake. She's just a teacher and can't afford all the new, latest and greatest furniture. But the ironing board is cool.

Vic, Kerrie and I first met over ten years ago. Although we had mutual friends and knew each other for about three years, it wasn't until we decided to start walking together (Spring of 2001) that we became great pals. Before children (B.C.), our walks lasted over an hour. We were committed to five to six days a week of exercise. The brisk workouts sometimes ended with a long lounge in the hot tub, a margarita or a cozy dinner in a restaurant. Before children, I said. I am sure that I have not had the full one hour walk-relaxing cool down-post alcoholic beverage experience since my first born was delivered. That was over six years ago. Today I had the full experience and I only have one thing to say:


Let the countdown to liberation begin.
I have 17 years, 3 months, 2 days!

Vic has no children. Because she has no children and Kerrie and I have 5 (combined), we like for Vic to host any get togethers we have. At her house one is less likely to twist one's ankle on a Lincoln Log. One is also less likely to have one's ear drum blown out while minding one's own business. And her toilet seats never have tee-tee on them. It's very nice. I used to secretly wish that Vic had kids. Now, I am secretly glad that she did not. So here I leave you with

The Top Ten Reasons Why I am Glad That Vic Has No Children.

#10. Her house is so quiet that it is disturbing (in a good way).

#9. She spends all her lowly teacher's salary on posh clothes and designer shoes and she never minds loaning them out to the poor peasants (namely me).

#8. Her Christmas list is short so my name is kinda near the top.

#7. We can play her Wii without having to share a turn with any snotty-nosed punks.

#6. Her house is really quiet.

#5. By sharing my motherhood stories with her I reassure her of her decision to skip the child-rearing phase of life and move straight into the travel and self-grooming phase of life and thus make myself very valuable to her justifying her existence. And she really loves me for that. And I love feeling loved and valuable to someone. Someone who is an adult. Someone whom I do not feed and whom does not technically have to love me back. It's nice.

#4. She doesn't have to go to Wal-mart and I am happy for anyone who does not have to go to Wal-mart.

#3. She gets to drive a two-seater and when she takes me places I get to ride with her. And sometimes I stick my head out the window and my tongue falls out of my mouth and I pant. I'd sit on her lap while she is driving but she won't let me.

#2. Her house is like crazy quiet.

#1. If Vic had kids her refrigerator wouldn't look like this and that would be a real waste of cold air.

p.s. When she saw me taking a picture of the refrigerator she wanted me to mention that it is not clean right now. By "clean" I think she means the bottles are not all facing the same direction? Maybe it is for the better that she didn't have any kids after all; those kind of neurosis probably don't need to be passed along.

And my wonderful day wasn't over yet and I have so much more to tell you, but I am tired and I am a mom and I need to go to bed so that tomorrow I can wake up and love my kids more than I thought was ever possible and I can love them more because I spent a few hours away and I missed them and I want to see them and hold them and then send them to school so we can start the whole process over again.

Missing Birth Contol Pills...Reward

Help me, Jesus! Where did my birth control go? Last weekend my helpful husband did me a favor and picked up my prescription from the pharmacy. If he really wanted to be helpful he'd get a vasectomy , but that is another post for another day. He so kindly took my pills out of the paper bag and sat them on the bathroom counter (so he thought). I thanked him endlessly, because you have to do that with husband's; it's called positive reinforcement and one hopes that the encouragement will spur other good deeds in the future.


Yesterday I was cleaning the bathroom and noticed the pill "compact" felt lighter than usual. I opened it and to my dismay and disbelief, then pills were gone. Missing. Void. Notta. None. Zilch. Where could they be? Under this? Under that? Inside this? Check the medicine cabinet! The make-up basket? Where do we keep important things? My underwear drawer? The fire proof box on the office? Under the mattress? In the china cabinet, next to my stash?
The pills were nowhere to be found.

I called the husband (the one that really needs a vasectomy now, more than he needed one yesterday). He didn't answer. Figures.

There was no time to waste. It was Friday and the doctor's office would be closing for the weekend and I may need their approval to get more pills). I called the pharmacy and explained my situation to some dear woman who probably worked all day away from home because she can't stand being with her kids 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. She felt my pain and allowed me to buy more pills at full price (insurance won't pay twice in one month). Shew! Safe! Money well spent.

I can only guess that the vasectomiless husband threw the pills away with the paper bag and all the literature that warns me about the side effects of birth control. He didn't know the "compact" was empty and that the pills that would help him reach retirement before the age of 70 were neatly nestled in with the side-effect literature.

And one last thought. If we get side-effect literature with birth control pills warning us of what will happen when we take them, do people who buy Viagra get side-effect literature that warns them about the lifetime of worry and cleaning and cooking and caring that follows the...the...that follows the pill popping? Just wondering?

Baby Birdies

Good news- I just ordered a new camera for myself. Bad news- it's being delivered via Fed Ex. Unfortunately for housewives throughout America, Fed Ex men just drop their load and run. No chit-chat. No front door "foreplay" before the unwrapping of the package. No nothing. Besides ringing one's bell and running and I've never been much for bell ringing and running (or bell ringing and sleeping).

Oh well, at least I'll have a camera to look forward to.

Do you remember this little bird house on my mother's kitchen window?

And these little eggs that Ashley tried to make into cupcake decorations for Kate's first birthday?

Look at these little suckers that managed to hatch before Ashley could exploit their beauty atop a 1-year old's birthday cupcake.

Are you my mother?

Can somebody please turn on the lights?

These sweet little birds manage to walk a fine line between cute and absolutely disgusting (sort of like a husband).

Happy B-day Greg!

I posted a recipe I know my FIFTY, that's five-oh, otherwise know as 50-year old brother, Greg would like at What's for Dinner. I know he would like it because I have seem him scarf it down like a...like a...like a very hungry person.

Happy birthday, Greg. And if you are wondering what I was gonna get you for your birthday, it's a recipe.

You're welcome.

And on another note, Mom has a new bud. No, it isn't a new bridge club friend. It's a beautiful new bloom in her yard.

Hatched baby bird pictures coming soon.