10 Things Thursday

10 Things I Should Be Doing Right...Now

1. Clean the living room which has been destroyed by a baby girl who must touch everything. And then put it all in her mouth.

2. Wash all the pillowcases, curtains and material I bought at the thrift store yesterday. I have found some new fabulous blogs with crafties that I plan to do.

3. Hide the Christmas gifts I found for the kiddos while at Target & Michael's. $1 section stocking stuffers. Yeah!!

4. Get ready for yoga. I dreamt about it but somehow I don't think that has the same effect.

5. Get clothes ready for baby girl who has her 9 month pictures today...yes she is 10 months.

6. Get working on the Christmas crafts/baby gifts/birthday gifts I'm making. Busy bee.

7. Start dinner...homemade stew. Delish.

8. Pack up kids clothes that no longer fit (clearly both of them grew over night)and put away the bag of goodies I received from Seattle from my sweet friend.

9. Find recipe for something delightful for the mother daughter tea party on Saturday. I'm so excited, it's my first time being a daughter and having a daughter.

10. Go to the 12 hour bake sale and stock up for Christmas goodies.

Radical Recipe

It was my turn to make dinner for Family Dinner Night. My family has had dinner at least once a week for many, many years. I love it. I made homemade chili, baked potatoes, cornbread muffins and apple cake for dessert. I have been trying for years to make a chili that I loved. I have tried more than a dozen different recipes and mixes. I found one that I had yet to try and it looked pretty delicious. I made a few changes, of course, it's what I do. And, guess what? Last night I did it. I made the perfect chili. Ohmygosh it was good.

It got rave reviews from everyone but my own son...who refused to even try the chili. Picky little eater that he is. Like mother like son. Hee hee.



Here is the recipe if you want to give it a try.

In a large pot...

Brown 2 lbs hamburger.

Add one medium chopped onion. Add three cloves of garlic. Add two stalks celery. Cook until tender.

Add remaining ingredients and mix well:

Large can tomato sauce

2 cans Pinto beans

1 can black beans

1 can kidney beans

1 can red beans

1/2 cup diced green chili

3 cans chopped tomatoes

2 cups water or beer

3 Tsp cumin

3 Tbsp chili powder

Salt & Pepper to taste

Simmer for 2 to 3 hours.

Serve hot with shredded cheese, chopped onions, sour cream or any of your fave toppings.

Enjoy!

*You can make it with any kind of beans you like. I like lots of different kinds.

*I didn't take pictures because I forgot, plus, let's be honest...Chili isn't that pretty to look at it.

What?

I just saw a commercial for the George Lopez show that is starting or started or whatever. Do you know who is on the commercial with him? Obama. Um, I'm just wondering if I'm the only one who is thinking he has better things he should be doing than filming commercials for TBS tv shows.

Right?

Not Me Monday

Normally you can check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday. But, she has been in the hospital with her dear Stellan. Please pray for him and his family.

Last week kept me busy...I did not agree to the addition of our family with only one more baby. Then I did not decide I didn't want any more babies. None at all. Then I did not go back to my original plan of a dozen more babies. Crazy girl that I am.

I definitely did not just remove a Sharpie marker and a box of matches from my 10 month old daughter's hands. She was not alternating putting them both in her mouth. The marker lid was on and the box was closed...no harm done.

I did not still have my pajamas on when I heard a knock on the door at two in the afternoon. I did not get big eyes and contemplate not answering it. It turned out to be my besties mom. Once again, no harm done.

I did not start making the Christmas Lists. Things to do, gifts to get, gifts to make, wish list, cards to mail, etc. I did not get all excited to sing carols and watch White Christmas and Love Actually.

Announcement

The Chic Chic Boom Chic took second place at the Halloween party. Yeah!!!! I lost only to the most amazing Mr. T I have ever seen in real life. I had the most fabulous time. My hat was perfect if I didn't move too quickly or bend over and duck the light fixtures. Ha! By the end of the night it was a little crooked so I removed it and took off the massive amount of jewels. Then I was told by my bestie's husband..."Without the hat you just look ridiculous." Oh, right Trav...the twelve inch hat covered in fruit was what kept me looking not ridiculous. Hee Hee.

Celebrate Good Times Come On!

Celebration Reason #1

I lost 14 pounds.

Celebration Reason #2

Halloween party tonight and my costume came together quite nicely.

Celebration Reason #3

I get to spend tonight with two of my besties.

Celebration Reason #4

I lost 14 pounds. I will probably be celebrating that a lot!

10 Things Thursday

10 Pieces of jewelry I wear everyday



1. Beautiful three row diamond wedding ring

2. Diamond stud earrings

3. Circle tag bracelet with my son's name engraved on it

4. Circle tag bracelet with my daughter's name engraved on it

5. Watch

6. Pearl and silver ball bracelet

7. Silver ball bracelet

8. Family tree necklace

9. Silver & cz drops necklace

10. Silver double toe ring

Sicky

Sicky.

My Fit Mama sidebar hasn't changed since last Friday. I'm sicky. You know what that means? It means I did not do Week 4 Run 1 on Monday. It means I didn't get my beloved yoga yesterday. It means that today I didn't do Week 4 Run 2. It means I am off track. Track, indoor track...I miss you. See, I have it on the brain. It means that I have to wait until Monday to start Week 4 which should really be Week 5. It means that it will probably be more difficult since I sat on my ass the last thee days. I'm dying to go to yoga tomorrow. I'm hoping and praying I will feel good enough.

Sicky.

*Silver Lining: the only good thing about being sicky is that I probably did lose a few pounds. I haven't eaten much of anything since Monday. For the record I would rather work my butt off at the gym than be sick. Ugh.

Sickness

I think I have a disease. And I'm pretty sure it's at the advanced stages. It causes me to have a stomach ache. It puts enormous amount of stress on me. It makes me crazy and crazy Ada is not a good Ada.

It's called caretoomuchwhatothersthinkaritis.

I care waaaaaay to much what people think. What my family thinks. What my friends think. What strangers think. I know...some people don't understand this. Why would I care what strangers think? It doesn't matter, they don't even know me. I can't explain it to you...it just does. And my family and friends love me already so that doesn't make sense. Yet, it is a constant in my world. Crazy.

You know how I've mentioned that I'm a judgey judgerton. I think that is part of the reason. I am a people watcher and sometimes I judge them. So I assume that everyone else is doing the same thing to me. I assume I am being watched and judged all the time. Crazy.

This morning I made a comment on a blog and there was a comment made after mine by another reader that referenced mine. I have been sick all day about it. Seriously. Crazy, right? I don't know if I should say something and try to defend myself (with humor of course because I HATE confrontation). Or if I should let it go. Most people wouldn't have had a second thought about it. Again, crazy.

There have been many things I haven't done because I was scared of what someone might think or say. I freak out if my son says something he shouldn't because what if someone hears him and thinks I am a bad mom. I don't like my daughter to have a messy face because then it looks like I have a rug rat child and I don't care enough to wipe her face. I don't like the pine needles in my driveway because I don't want someone to drive by and think it is trashy. I freak out at church about people looking at the back of my hair. I have to have my toenails painted to even leave the house. I also have to look good because what if I run into someone. And not even someone I know. But the lady at the grocery store. I would prefer if she thought the best of me and my children. It's sick, I know. Sick and also crazy.

There is a website, of course. It is the Experience Project and they have an anonymous group I could join. They also have a group called "I remember my first kiss" and "I love to read" as well as "I have a dog". I could, in fact, join all those groups. (I found the website when I googled my disease to make sure it didn't have a real name when I gave it the name of caretoomuchwhatothersthinkaritis)

Is there a cure for this that I am unaware of? Do you know of a magic pill I can get my hands on? I would love to go to Target and not think the whole world is watching.

Not Me Monday

Check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday.

I definitely do not have an issue with time management. I was running around like a crazy person trying to get me and the kiddos ready for wherever it was we were going. I definitely did not run into the bathroom and grab the closest bottle and spray it under my arms. It did not smell different than my deo. It did not smell exactly like my hair. It was most definitely not hairspray. My sweet husband did not catch me in the act and since he knows whats good for him...laugh himself right out of the room. Dang!

It is clear to anyone who knows me that I am a little bit spoiled. Ok, a lot spoiled. Date night was postponed from Thursday night. Postponed turned out to be a good thing. I did not have a hot stone massage on Friday afternoon while the sweet husband had a regular massage in the next room. I did not get dinner at our fave spot after that even with my greasy hair. (Greasy hair from the massage oil. I had clean hair before that) (I also pulled it up into a pony so you couldn't tell it was greasy) I guess I should have said I did not go out to dinner with greasy hair. Ha. And because a massage and dinner is a complete date I did not go to a Sunday matinee and hold hands in the popcorn bucket with the sweet husband.

Speaking of the sweet husband he did not stand out in the cold for the tickets and tell me to go inside to keep warm. He did not just laugh at me & tell me how much he loved me when I dropped popcorn all over him and the floor of the theatre. I did not start dancing when the movie started and look over and see him dancing along with me.