Breathing Dinner

I do not enjoy cooking.

I know that I have said this before but the fact remains the same. I hate cooking.  And it’s horrible truth because it conflicts directly with my love to eat. I  sit for hours reading Paula Deen, the Pioneer Woman, and countless blogs that have mastered the art of making good food.  I have romantic visions of myself sitting on a patio I don’t own, drinking wine with friends that I don’t have and laughing at lifes’ complexides while plates of delicious food sit before us.  Plates filled with food that I just whipped up in my spare time.

My vision is really a catalog add for Pottery Barn mixed with Bobby Flay.

Occasionally I feel the urge to cook and as long as I have most of the ingredients readily available, there is no holding me back.  The pots and pans are pulled out, the oven is preheated to the magic 350 and I am determined to make a dinner that all will enjoy.  A recipe that I can turn around post about here on my blog.

I finally gave in to these cooking urges even though my cooking common sense told me not to.  I looked up a Paula Deen recipe that was sure to please and feed the masses.

The cooking went well and my dish came out perfectly.  It was worth warming up my house in the August heat. I proudly distributed dinner to my children and we all sat down to enjoy a family meal together…..  Now, I am not sure how many of you have read Calvin and Hobbes but my children must have found mine and took notes from Calvin’s dinner time etiquette.  Just seconds after their first bite the fake vomiting noises and suddenly they both asked if it was breathing.

Bobby Flay needs to be my personal chef to avoid faces like these

Cute kid huh?.

See that plate.

He still ate it even if it was breathing.

When is summer over?!

I hate the summer.

Its hot

Its always sunny

I live in the land of heat

There is no grass that grows here naturally

Its mutant grass

Summer stinks when you are on a budget

No beach

No Mickey Mouse

No heading out of town to escape the norm

Lazy, crazy, hazy dayz of summer is not my idea of a good time

You can’t really cook anything in the house because it will get too warm inside

We are trapped inside so our skin does melt off in 120 degree heat

I have green envy….

Not envy for money

Envy for trees

Envy for water

Maybe it isn’t green Envy. It’s East Coast envy.

We could do crafts

Alot of crafts

But too many crafts is bad for your health

I shouldn’t be complaining

It could be worse

I could be living a life without Air Conditioning.

And without the internet.

That would be a true nightmare.

I will deal. 

It’s June 28

Only 94 days until October

Kindergarten mom should be an Olympic Sport.

 Image from Google images

Are you a Kindergarten mom? Have you been a Kindergarten mom?  If you have answered yes to these two questions than you may know what I am talking about.  If you are not at that stage, look out!  There are so many hoops to jump through, 500 yard dashes, and other  that you should start stretching now…

This is my first go around of being a Kindergarten mom.  When the year started I had dreams of working in the classroom, helping the teacher, helping the children, and of course being the favorite class mom.  Those dreams were shattered in about a month.  These moms are competitive.  Olympic competitive.  They all had the same dreams I did and they are willing to sign up for anything and everything to be THE mom.  I had no idea what was coming.  I did not have my running shoes on to keep up…

Not all of them are this crazy level of competitive.  Some are completely normal and others have no interest in working with a bunch of people under 4 feet.  No judgment, I understand.  I have decided that there are stages of crazy competitiveness and I have placed them in levels.  Please remember this is all based on my on opinions and not meant to hurt feelings.

Level 1: The Constant Mom.  She is ALWAYS there.  EVERY DAY.  She shows up early and stays late…She can almost be the teacher.  I am curious about the level 1 mom.  How does she do this?  Does she not have any other kiddos at home?  Is she there because this is her last baby?  Is it overprotective?  I will say the constant mom intimidates me.  I can not and frankly do not want to be there every day, all day.  I enjoy the time my son is away at school, a lot.  I don’t particularly want to be covered in glue, glitter, and little bits of paper for the rest of the day.

Level 2: The Wanna-be Constant Mom:  This mom wants to be there everyday but there are circumstances that are preventing her from working in the classroom.  I have learned that this mom should be approached with caution and maybe something shiny to distract her when the claws come out.  This mom is ready to eat your young in order for her’s to succeed and is completely willing to bad mouth you, the teachers, the other moms, your cousin, your dog…. you get the point. Now I am sure there are some Level 2s that are not ready to eat little children, they just want to be in the classroom as much as a Level 1 but they can’t.  I know a level 2, she scares me.

Level 3:The Every Other Week Mom:  I am a level 3.  This mom likes to work in the classroom, enjoys the goings on but is also fine not being there.  There is no hidden competition.  We like being there to make sure everything is running smoothly, help the teacher, meet the friends of our children and let’s face it, laugh at the funny things they say.  I do believe that we level 3s need to stick together because those Level 2s are out to get us….like Jaws.

Level 4: The No Thanks Mom: This is NOT a bad level.  A LOT of moms work and they can’t be there so they try to help out everywhere they can outside of class! It’s all good to me ladies! There are also some moms that are just fine with staying home with or without younger kiddos that just have no interest in working in the classroom. Just beware those Level 1s and 2s may be bad mouthing you….however if I am there I will defend you guys!

Now if Kindergarten mom was an Olympic sport level 1 would be gold, 2 would be silver, and 3 bronze. I am A-OKAY with bronze.  In fact, Level 1 should beware with that gold. The Level 2 mom is calling Tonya Harding right now and discussing how to take out your knee so that your classroom days are over….

Its been a long day and it only 12

We warned him.  We begged him.  Please eat your green beans or you will eat them tomorrow for breakfast.  He is stubborn and strong willed.  I  documented the stages of grieving…maybe someone can commiserate.

The Beans

The first rejection

Ooooh…. The pain… The Suffering

Guess what… We still have these stinkin’ beans.  I have a feeling that my will is starting to wane

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