Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Why are Women so Mean to Each Other?

Current facebook status:

"Moms at the park hate me."

And it's true. Every time I take the kids, I have some uncomfortable encounter with the moms there.

The first time I took my cousins to the park, I apparently crashed a play group. When the moms saw me rollin' up with my two cousins, they seriously watched to see if I was going to let "my" kids mingle with their kids. But not in a, "Oh, how nice, more kids to play with" look. No, it was more like a, "How dare you bring those kids to OUR park during OUR play group."

I'm not kidding, anytime my cousin Nick would get close to the other kids, one of the moms would come over and redirect her child to another piece of equipment.

I also tried to make conversation with one of the moms pushing her child on the swing next to me. Her response? Nada. Zilch. Nothing. She totally ignored me. Excuuuuuuuse me, Queen B.

I told my cousin when she got home and she said she crashed the same play group once and they were just as snobby. Made me feel a little better.

Today was GORGEOUS. Sunny skies and 77 degrees. I refused to stay home with the kids, so off we went to the park. Of course, every body and their mother was there. JT and Griffin were running, climbing, being boys. Marin, who is 11 months and is on the go, was holding my hand and walking around. Marin is so friggen cute, and today was no different. She's walking along, in her super cute pink hat and hot pink and white striped sweater/jacket and, out of the blue, some snob in her 30s looks at Marin and then looks at me and said, "Ugh! I am SO SICK of PINK!" Really, lady? I'll be sure to send the memo to every body in the nation that pink is out.

Who does that?

A woman who dresses her daughter totally gender neutral and has her thong too far up her butt, that's who.

Like I said, moms at the park? They hate me.

Cliques at the playground. Gotta love it.


On the plus side, all the kids have been AMAZING this week. Have I mentioned that I love "my" kids? Because I do. Love their momma's, too.

Monday, March 29, 2010

What? You mean this isn't normal?

I have a confession to make. A slightly embarrassing confession, at that.

I get hit on. A lot.

But not at bars. No, that never happens. And not at the gym (as if I frequent the gym that much. HA! (my trainer's gym doesn't count)).

No. The only place I get hit on is at...


Are you done laughing at me yet?

I'm serious, y'all. This happens on a semi-regular basis and, given the way it is done, I can't even be flattered. Not even a little bit. And the best/worst part is, it always happens when I am fully aware that I look like road-kill.

Do I look that hard up for a buck? Cuz I'm not, thanks.

Take the most recent situation: I was on my way home from volunteering at the hospital in my super cute (sarcasm) uniform (red polo, hair in a pony with a headband on), don't even know if I had makeup on, windows were down, country was blasting through the speakers. All of a sudden, two guys, who I believe were younger than me, started shouting at me from THREE lanes over.

The fact that there weren't any other cars at the light was a pretty good indication that they were talking to me. I looked over, peeking over the top of my shades, and the passenger said, and I quote (because this quote is too good to even try to forget), "Ay yo mizz thang. Waz good? You wanna kick it wit me and my boi for a while, cuz you lookin' good tonite!"

How I managed to suppress my laughter is beyond me.

I just stoically turned my head forward, pulled my arm back inside the car, and rolled up the window.

What else could I do?

But that didn't stop them. No, they just kept whistling at me. I gave a little wave and just kept praying that the never-ending red light would turn green.

Or how about the time I was hungover at college and was driving to get some pepto from the pharm. I was in sweats, had leftover makeup on from the night before, my hair in shambles and my glasses on. Of course, being the fool that I am, had my windows down.

Enter old man in his rusty old pickup truck.

"Hey! Hey you! Do you have a boyfriend or can I get yo numba and take you out on a date. I swear we have a real good time." *not a typo in the sentence. Honest.*

I said I had a boyfriend. But you all know that was a GIANT lie. At least I didn't have to play the, "I'm a lesbian" card. Which I will fully admit to having done. On several occasions.

And then the light turned green and I gunned it.

Situations like these have probably happened at least once every six months for the past few years.

And all I can say is, "Dear Lord, can you please send me a man who has a little bit of self respect? Please and thank you."

Yours Truly,

*Also, I want to say that everything I write on here is factual. I don't make up, lie, embellish, etc. to make it sound better. I hate when people do that and I like to keep it as real as possible, otherwise I just won't write about it. I warned you all that I don't have a filter, I speak then think. Remember? Besides, my mom reads this, and she would totally call me out on a lie. And that would be way too embarrassing.*

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Apologies and Recipe

Whew! I feel like I've been away from the blogosphere for months!

First and foremost, thank you all SO much for the congrats regarding my exam!!! I did a horrible job of responding to you all like I normally do, but I truly, truly, appreciate it. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I apologize for slacking in all things blog related as of late. I am struggling to find a balance in this crazy thing called life! Between being sick the past week (bronchitis, ugh!), school, homework, work, volunteering, and preparing for my nursing school entrance exam (so glad it's over!), I've had to prioritize. Unfortunately, blogging isn't at the top of the totem pole. I have some blog ideas, it's just a matter of finding the time to do it! The thing about babysitting is that I don't have access to their internet from my own computer, so while I do have downtime when the kiddos are napping, I don't have the ability to blog--which stinks, because I love to multitask! I'm hoping to have a little more time on my hands in the next few weeks so I can at least get back to reading and commenting on all of your blogs! If it makes you feel any better, I haven't been doing anything email/facebook/text message related either.

In the meantime, how about a little recipe?

This is a family favorite: Tortellini with Shrimp & Spinach. YUM!

The original recipe can be found here, but it was bland the first time I made it, so I've spiced it up a bit ;) It may sound slightly complicated, but I swear, it isn't. At all. *Note: It is under the "Healthy Living Recipes!" So you can eat it and feel good about yourself! Oh yeah!*

What you need:

~16 oz. package of cheese tortellini. You can up the nutrition and buy whole wheat pasta.
~1 cup KRAFT Roasted Red Pepper Italian with Parmesean dressing (honestly, I just take a new bottle and dump in 1/4-1/2 of it. Like it said, it was bland before hahah)
~2-3 cloves of garlic, minced.
~1 can (14.5oz) of Italian style diced tomatoes.
~SHRIMP! Frozen, cooked, cleaned, deveined, and tail-less to make it as easy as possible. We buy whatever is on sale in the packaged frozen seafood area. But with four adults, we prefer the bags that have at least 75 shrimp -- it never seems like there are that many in there!
~1 bag (6oz) of baby spinach leaves.
~1/4 cup chopped basil. Or do what I do and just sprinkle in some dried basil.
~Crushed Red Pepper Flakes-- can omit. Use as much or as little as you prefer.
~1 whole lemon.
~Grated Parmesan Cheese

Make It!

COOK pasta in large, deep pot as directed on package. Drain in colander; set aside. Heat dressing in same pot on medium-high heat. Add garlic; cook 1 min. Add tomatoes. Bring just to boil. Stir in spinach; cover. Simmer 1 to 2 min. or until spinach is wilted, stirring occasionally. Add shrimp and let heat through for a few minutes. (**The original recipe says to add the shrimp when you add the tomatoes, but the shrimp gets overcooked (since it's pre-cooked) while the spinach is wilting, so save it for last.).

STIR in pasta and basil, crushed red pepper flakes; simmer, uncovered, 3 to 4 min. or until sauce is thickened, stirring occasionally. Grate 1-1.5 tsp of lemon zest. Add juice of 1/2 lemon. Stir and let simmer.

SERVE topped with Parmesan sprinkled on top!


Hope you guys had a wonderful weekend!

Also, another CONGRATS to my cousin Molly's husband Micah, and the rest of the members of the Butler Bulldogs Basketball team. They are bringing it back to Indy to compete in the NCAA Final Four!!!! GOOOOOO DAWGS!!!!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Pass the Vino Part Deux

Remember this post???

Well, it's 12:45 and, yet again, I am about to pour myself a glass of wine.

BUT this time, it's a celebratory glass.


I just retook my nursing school entrance exam and not only did I PASS all 4 sections, but I also scored a 90% OVERALL!!!!!!! This puts me in the 98th percentile! Which means only two percent of the people who have taken it did better than me!!

Holy flippin' crap, I'm freakin' out!!!!!!!!

I'll be applying to the program next week and will find out at the end of May whether or not I have been accepted.

The program directors say that the best chances of getting into the program are to do really well on the entrance exam and to get an A in all four prereq's... I'd say a 90 is pretty damn good and I have an A in 3/4 of my classes (I'm currently taking the 4th). So while it's not a guarantee, I'm thinkin' my chances that I'll be starting nursing school in the fall are pretty good!!!

Hot Diggity Dog!!!!

And now, I'm off to dissect a cat. What a life :)

Oh, and look at the surprise Helene's beautiful children sent me last night! LOVE the sign and their precious spaghetti faces :)

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sunday Funday

One of the blog's I read, All-American Jess (Hi, Jess!), participates in this fun little meme (by the way, I have no clue what the hell that-- meme-- means, I've just seen it used to describe, say, Feel Good Friday, and the like, so I assume it fits here. If not, oh well.). It is hosted by MannLand5 and every Sunday, Keely, the writer of the blog, asks random questions. You copy and paste them to your blog, answer them, then join in on the fun by linking up on her blog. So here is this week's fun set of questions:

1. What year did you graduate high school?
2005. I'm a youngin'. But I feel like it was a lot longer than 4.5 years ago. It's amazing how much one grows and changes from 18-22 (23 in less than 2 months, woohoo!).

2. What part of your body do you neglect the most?
All of it. HAHA! Seriously though, I don't take good care of my body. I have headaches almost daily, I am 30-40 pounds over weight, I have back spasms more often than not, and I don't drink enough water or eat enough fruits and vegetables. At least I can admit it, right? I do workout/weight lift as often as I can, though. It's just not often enough...

3. Beach house or Lake house?
Beach house. Duh.

4. Mac or PC?
Once you go Mac, you never go back. I've had my MacBook for a little over a year and I am IN LOVE with it.

5. Did you wear braces?
I am one of the few people my age that can proudly say NO! Never had braces, thank God. My dentist still can't believe it, since I sucked my finger/thumb until I was 11.

6. If you could be one person for a or deceased..who would you be?
Hmm, tough choice. How about a pregnant woman who already has a kid. That way I could experience pregnancy and motherhood all at once ;) God, I'm so obsessed with becoming a mother, it's disgusting.

7. How many times have you moved in your life?
Does moving away for college count? I've lived in two houses with my family in Indiana (the first from birth-8, current house from 8-indefinitely). But, I lived in a new dorm/apartment/house in Ohio all four years of college. And I lived in Hawaii for 4 months. So, depending on how you want to look at it, as few as once, as much as six.

8. Would you rather cook or clean?
I love to cook and bake, so long as other people are going to be eating the food. I hate cooking for just myself. But cleaning really doesn't bug me, it's just a matter of finding the motivation to do it.

Hope y'all are having a good weekend!! Also, a HUGE congrats to my cousin Molly's husband, Micah, and the Butler University Bulldogs for advancing to the Sweet Sixteen in the NCAA tournament! GO DAWGS!!!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Prayer Request.

This morning I was babysitting and heard A LOT of sirens, which is pretty unusual for my community. I didn't think a whole lot of it and went back to playing with the kids. About an hour later, the dad of the kids came home and just as I was about to leave we heard sirens again, coming from every direction, and we both said, "what the heck is going on?" As I was backing down the driveway, I looked to my left and saw a massive cloud of black smoke about 100 yards away...

Being the nosey person that I am, and since it was on my way home, I drove over to the neighborhood to find this:

I spoke to a woman, who, unbeknownst to me, was the sister to the homeowner. She said that her sister and brother-in-law were sitting in the hearth room drinking coffee and reading the paper when the woman smelled smoke. She got up, went to the garage door and opened it, only to find it engulfed in flames. They believe it was an electrical fire. The homeowners, their children, and their six dogs all managed to get out. Praise God.

The house, however, is gone. It spread so quickly, I have never seen anything like it. There was literally smoke pouring out of every inch possible. The back of the house caved in and it burned for at least 2 hours. My heart is breaking for this family. I couldn't imagine suffering such a loss. While clothes and furniture are replaceable, they will never be able to get their photographs back. And that, to me, is the worst part.

Please pray for this family as they deal with the trauma and loss of their home.

The eerie part is, about 14 months ago a house in the same neighborhood also burnt down due to an electrical fire that started in the garage. Everyone managed to get out of that house, too; but the dogs unfortunately didn't. That family just rebuilt the house and have recently moved back in. I hope to God it wasn't the same builder for both houses...

Oh, and the first set of sirens was a false alarm further north from this house... or so I am told.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Woohoo's & Boo's

Woohoo for the weather we have had this week! 60s and sunny the entire week. It has been so good for the mind and mood, the kids, and the dogs! And I could have the sunroof open and windows down without looking like a crazy lady. And look below... the first flowers of spring! *taken on the cell, with two ankle biters at my feet (they aren't really ankle biters Bridge, LOL!), hence the crummy quality*

Too bad they'll probably be dead by Monday. Why, you ask? Because...

Boo for the forecast for Sunday. 30-40s and snow. SNOW. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?!!? Shoot me. Mother Nature, would you please get it together? Tomorrow is the first day of spring. In other words, save the snow for Alaska. Thanks.

Woohoo for "my" kids all being so excited to see me this week! I had three moms tell me, "So and so has been asking when you're going to get here all morning. He even sat by the front window waiting."

Boo for JT shitting all over the house. OK, fine, it wasn't all over the house. But it was in the bathroom, back hall, kitchen, and his sister's bedroom. I left the boys to eat dinner and took Marin upstairs to bathe her. All of a sudden I see a little 2 1/2 year old out of the corner of my eye, pantless. He turns around for me to see poop hanging out his ass and down his leg. Lovely welcome back, huh? "Mawianne, I went poops in the potty. I need wiped." I couldn't even be mad, he was so proud of himself.

Woohoo for losing weight.

Boo for craving pizza and sour patch kids for the past week.

Woohoo for thinking of something to blog about.

Boo for being in a complete funk. I haven't wanted to blog. I haven't wanted to comment. I haven't wanted to really even read blogs. I just am not feelin' it. But I know some other people are feeling the same way, so it better be short lived.

Woohoo for Hot Mama Jenna Walker for her amazing information regarding hospitals and places to live on the Florida Gulf Coast. Seriously Jenna, you have NO idea how much you helped me out! How this woman has time to email while taking care of her 18-month-old QUADS is beyond me. But thank you thank you thank you! And those who are wondering, I'm a HUGE planner and already checking out potential hospitals I'd like to work at in cities I like post graduation.

Boo for realizing my dream of getting out of Indiana still won't be achieved (most likely) for at least another 20 months.

Woohoo for being let in on a family secret.

Boo for not being able to share it!

Woohoo for seeing my friend tonight for the first time in three months.

Boo for it having to be a short get together because I have to babysit before the sun rises in the morning.

Woohoo for Butler and Murray State making it to the Sweet Sixteen!

Boo for not knowing who to root for! My dad went to Murray State, my cousin's husband is the assistant coach for Butler. I guess I'll root for whoever wins?

Woohoo for hitting 20 followers!!! 20 is my favorite number!!! That doesn't mean I won't welcome any more new readers though ;)

Boo for doing a shitty job checking out everyone's blogs.

Woohoo for getting shout outs on a couple blogs!!! Thanks ladies!

Woohoo for you, my dear readers. Because I love you all.

Woohoo for the weekend.

Woohoo for wine. Which I may have had too much of prior to writing this...

May you all have more woohoo's than boo's this weekend :)

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

She's more of a hot mess than Lindsay Lohan

I can't stand Lady Gaga. I think she tries way too hard to be original and it just comes across as fake. She claims she loves fashion, but I don't think she would know fashion if it hit her in the face. And her performances on award shows freak me out. I just honestly don't understand how she's so popular. I mean, come on, she does baby talk in half her songs, "ra ra oh la la, gaga blah blah blah"- no clue if those are the lyrics, that's all I hear when I hear the song though- and her voice is so digitalized. I just can't appreciate someone that lacks real talent. Plus, she hurts my eyes. Sorry, it's the truth.

I also think this woman is heavily strung out on hardcore narcotics. And if any of you want to argue with that, please watch this video before doing so. You don't even need to watch the whole thing; a minute will do the job.

If you still don't think she drank and shot up before walking on stage, then, well, sorry. You're wrong. Plus, I hate the knock off "Thriller" dance moves. And while I can't stand her and get angry when the radio plays her music, I hope she isn't the next victim of the Hollywood curse: death by overdose.

Monday, March 15, 2010

My Family, My Partners in Crime

{My Grams with my cousins and me. My brother, Craig, and I are in matching outfits. Our parents also matched. So 1990's.} *Click on images to enlarge*

My cousin Suzanne recently asked me to blog about my favorite childhood memory and favorite recent memory from our family vacations to Siesta Key, Florida. But first, let me start with some background on my family.

My dad is the second of four children, three boys and a girl. The four of them all married and had kids, giving my grandmother a total of 10 grandkids in 12 years (my grandfather died before 8 of us were born). There are three girls who are years apart, but have pretty close relationships. I am the baby, my cousin Suzanne is 6 years older than me, and Kelley is 11 years older than me. By the way, we were all born in May. We're a pretty awesome trio, I won't lie.

But because us girls were outnumbered by the boys, we weren't always sweet little girls.

1989 was the first summer my dad's entire family went to Siesta Key for the first time. I'm too lazy to do the math for back then, but today we are up to 35 (give or take a couple) people. We all stay in the same condo complex, all sit together on the beach, and all wreak havoc on the Gulf Coast for 10 days. It's such a wonderful time. Something I look forward to every year... even before the present trip ends. We have only skipped the reunion in FL three times. Twice to go to California instead. Once (this year) because of reasons I still don't quite understand. Not going this year is actually hard for me. Not because I'm a whiny baby who wants to go on vacay again; but because my grandmother (the only grandparent I have ever had) is going to be 89 in August. Who knows if she will be with us next June; and I know this annual trip means the world to her. And soon I will do a post dedicated to her. Because she truly is my hero and the most kicka** 88 year old woman one will ever know.

But I digress.

Back to my favorite memories.

As kids, we were little shits (although my parents would argue that not much has changed). And we didn't like outsiders invading our territory. And since the condo complex has two pools, we figured we had every right to claim the front pool--closest to the beach-- for just our family. Our parents shared this sentiment. So the 10 of us would gather up our Super Soaker water guns (purchased by my Grams, of course), spread out in the pool, and spray the bejezus out of any trespassers. The guests loved us, I'm sure. As did the manager of the complex, Rosie. She was such an evil old lady. But she got our money every summer, so what could she do? She'd ride by in her golf cart and you better believe we soaked that cart until our water pressure wore thin. Holy terrors, we were. We just laughed and laughed and loved life so much. She probably quit because of our family. I wish we could do this today and get away with it ;) We never got in trouble by our parents. I won't out anyone, but I know the adults partook in these activities. So did my then 32 year old cousin. And my grandma. We're crazy, what can I say?

{My brudder and me at Busch Gardens Tampa. He was not quite 5, I had just turned 3. We're so awkward. And 5 minutes after this picture I was attacked by a stupid goose. Also known as the beginning of my everlasting fear of all bird species.}

But as we got older, said shananigans came to a close. Until last year, when all 10 of us (plus girlfriends/husbands) were finally 21. I think we have all secretly been dreaming of this day since we knew what being 21 meant. So my favorite SK memory as of late would be from last year, when all of us, for the first time ever, went out to a bar and did shots and got drunk. It was lovely. And such a fun bonding experience as adults. Hey, we're Irish and German and my grandma's maiden name is Bierhaus (that's Beer-house), a fondness of drinking is in our genes. Anyhow, it was a blast. And reminded me of how awesome my family is. And how bad I feel for people who enter our family by marriage. And our kids... well, I think we are all fully prepared for payback to hit us in 10-fold. But I wouldn't change a single thing about us.

{June 2009. Sorry for the poor picture quality. The gang (plus a few new members), all grown up. Chyea, right ;) Brother bear is the dude in the front right, wearing orange; I am on the right in back wearing black. I just realized my youngest cousin isn't there... :(.}

And an extra picture, just because I think we look cute and my brother's entire body language and facial expression cracks me up! From Mother's Day 1989. I turned 2 six days later, Craig turned 4 two months later.

P.S. wiffle ball will also always be a favorite past time from Siesta Key, in case you were wondering, cuz! ;)

Dear Commenters,

It has been brought to my attention that when replying to someone's comment and it says "no-reply comment" it really means "this email will be lost in cyber space."

And now I feel like a moron.

If you have ever commented on my blog and have not received an email response back from me, please know that there was one. Where it is, I don't know. But I did type and send one to you. I try to do so 99% of the time. I'm anal like that.

So, if you don't have your profile set up to allow bloggers to respond to your comments via email (and if you have no desire to do so) either 1. check the post you commented on a few days later because I most likely have responded there or 2. I will reply to your comment through a comment on your blog.

Since you all take the time to read and comment on my blog, the least I can do is tell you how much I appreciate it. Because I REALLY do appreciate it. It makes me all giddy.

Quote of the day: "Goodnight MY bubba, I love YOU!"-- JT (my precious 3 year old boy babysit-- man I missed them!)

P.S. Hopefully better posts are headed your way. Once I get back into the swing of life after vacay. Is it possible to have "jet lag" after driving for 14 hours?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Feel Good Friday

It's that time of the week again! If you need a pick-me-up for the week, join The Girl Next Door Grows Up as she hosts "Feel Good Friday."

Things that made me happy this week are:

1. Vacationing in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with my mom and neighbors. Such a lovely escape it has been. And the 14 hour drive was more entertaining than I could have expected. Like the fact that we had to take five different exits in Kentucky just to find a gas station who had a restroom that wasn't a port-a-john (as they called them). And the city of Florence, KY has a water tower that said, "Florence, Y'all." Only in Kentucky. And that we planned on driving another 30 miles and then stopping for dinner, but that all went out the window when even so much as a fast food joint wasn't seen for another 120 miles.

2. Retail therapy. It's so good for the soul, isn't it? Woohoo for outlet malls with insanely cheap prices :)

3. My new found love of headbands! I haven't had my hair in a pony all week because I found super cute headbands with pretty little details and they were all only 6 bucks! LOVE IT!

4. I WON a blog giveaway!! Y'all, I never win anything. The prize could have been a high five and I would have been equally as excited. But I won a bar of homemade goat's milk soap! Thanks Brianna and Deb for hookin' a girl up!

5. My post about Keith Morrison was linked up on Helene's blog! Thanks, girl! You really are THE best!

6. I received a text from my favorite non-family member mom saying that the kids were asking for me this week! They miss me!! Melted my heart! I miss my precious wee ones.

7. The following poster. I don't know if I found it to be beyond hilarious because I was sleep deprived and slap happy when I saw it, but I literally laughed (and cried from laughing) for 10 minutes. Yes, I have a sick sense of humor.

"49% Different is a lot" had me on the floor. And I'm laughing at the fact that the girl looks NOTHING like Tyra Banks. Not at the appearance of innocent girl or Tyra. But, if she looks like Tyra, I look like Heidi Klum.

8. Visiting Charleston, South Carolina. If you've never been there and you love history and historical architecture, put this city on your list of places to visit before you die. I was in heaven. Words seriously cannot describe the immense beauty (and wealth) incapsulated in such a small area.

9. Hearing from my blogger buddies! Because really, you guys put a smile on my face every time you comment here, email me, or write your own new post.

10. Finding 9 things that made me smile.

If you are stopping over from FGF, WELCOME! Thanks so much for visiting :) I hope you all have a wonderful Friday and an even better weekend! Spring is almost here :)

He's Just Not that Into Girls...

A few weeks ago, in this post, I briefly mentioned how guys in grade school laughed when/if they found out I had a crush on them. I remember one guy in particular who I had the BIGGEST crush on for probably 5 of the 9 years I went to school with him and the day he found out about this, he was the biggest jerk imaginable.

Picture, if you will, in all the glory that is 5th grade, boy on one side of the gym, me on the other, and a group of girls running back and forth between the two of us. They'd run to him and tell him how much I had a crush on him, then run back to me and say, "Oh my God! He totally likes you! He wants to know if you can call you!" HA! Biotches. They were lying. Turns out what he really was doing was laughing hysterically and saying, "Ew, that fat, ugly, bitch. I would never like her."

Well, ladies and gentlemen, turns out that statement, "I would never like her," really meant, "I would never like her or any other girl."

Yes, folks, HE'S GAY!

And I just found this out... 13 years later.

The funniest part of that whole day was, after all this went down in the gym, we had to go back to class. Where we sat next to each other. With our desks touching. HAHA. Oh, the glory days of 10-year-old awkwardness.

I hate to admit that this revelation made me happy, but it did. Because I'm totally negating that he said "fat, ugly bitch" (yea, that still stings, 13 years later. Sorry, I have self-confidence issues. I'm working on it.) in reference to me and translating that to, "I only like men, which she is not." Now I can look back on grade school and not include that dreadful day of indoor recess in one of the hundreds of memories I wish I didn't have from those nine years.

And for the record, I am happy for him, that he has discovered his true self and isn't afraid to share it with the rest of the world.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Pita Pizzas!

I LOVE finding a new recipe that is easy, somewhat healthy, and yummy! I'm constantly scouring Kraft's website, checking out other bloggers ideas, and inventing my own dishes. However, I had yet to find a healthy alternative to pizza. My love affair with the dish has me looking a little too round these days, yet I can't give it up. Which is really bad, considering I'm supposed to limit my carb intake.

Enter Kennedy Union at the University of Dayton. There they had a station where you could order pita pizzas; which has a fraction of the fat, carbs, calories and is still enough food to keep you full.

I decided I'd do my own take on this yummy dish (once I realized it fell within the criteria of how many carbs I'm allowed per meal) and have been making them for over a year now. Because I know I have many moms reading (but you need not be a mom to enjoy this tasty treat!), I thought I'd share the recipe (if you can call it that) with you because it's super easy, a healthy alternative to traditional or bagel pizzas, and the kids can even get in on the action!

What you need:
~Pitas ( I use whole wheat, but any kind is fine)
~A jar of pizza sauce (Ragu is good, but I buy whatever is least expensive)
~A bag of shredded mozzarella cheese (I use low-moisture part skim, but any kind is fine. Can also use pizza cheese)
~Toppings! -- here is where you can get creative! I personally prefer turkey pepperoni, diced green peper, and diced fresh tomato. But anything you like on your pizza can be added (mushrooms, sausage, onion, pineapple, ham, bacon, etc).

What to do:
1. Set the oven to 450* ( I have no rhyme or reason for this temp, other than everything melts/cooks faster and I'm impatient. If you prefer an extra crispy pita crust (and have more patience than I), set the temp lower and bake for longer.)
2. Flip the pitas over and spoon some pizza sauce onto the bottom of the pita and spread around.
3. Add cheese (if you're like me, here is where you go overboard. I will never claim to have self-control or will power; but it has next to zero carbs, so who cares?).
4. Add whichever toppings you have chosen
5. Put pita(s) on a baking sheet lined with foil (for easier clean up) and pop in the oven.
6. Bake for 7-10 minutes (this will vary depending on your oven)
7. Remove and let cool for 2-3 minutes. Slice into halves or quarters if you prefer.

So easy, so fast, and so YUMMY!

Throw a salad together for the side and you have a winner of a meal!

If you try out this recipe, let me know how it turns out and if you (and the kids) enjoyed it!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Keith Morrison: Man of Mystery

Have you ever watched 48 Hours or Dateline and wondered who the narrator was? You know, the man with the musty voice who has the perfect amount of creepiness and mysteriousness to accurately portray the events being discussed? That fine man of a journalist is none other than Keith Morrison. *Click the link if you are unfamiliar with this man and his voice*

For some odd reason, this man is a topic of conversation many days of my life. With my mom, with a random person I meet, with Helene. He's just too hilarious not to talk about. So imagine my shock and excitement when, on Friday, I was training a new volunteer in the NICU and she told me a heartbreaking story about her son and the jerk of an OB that delivered him. Long story short, the doctor sucked and this lady filed a malpractice lawsuit against him. Apparently 48 Hours caught wind of it and decided to do a story. Who interviewed the lady I was training? None other than K.M. himself. After she told me he had in fact been the interviewer, I believe I said, "Oh. Em. Gee. (Catholic hospital, can't use the Lord's name in vain). Is he as creepy in real life? My friend and I have a theory that he's committed half the crimes he reports on." She just laughed, so I take that as a yes.

Anyhow, I emailed Helene, because we have an undying love for the man and I knew she'd get a kick out of it. And because she's far more witty than I could ever be, I've decided to share her hilarious email with all of you. The fact that I was watching Dateline (and Keith was the narrator that evening) when I read it made it all the better. Many of you probably think I'm weirder than weird, but that's OK. At least I know Helene is with me on this one (my mom, too. She thinks he's a closet sociopath.)

Me: Oh my God, I just met someone who has been interviewed by our beloved Keith Morrison. I think I shat myself.

Helene: I can totally hear it....

"So where was Marianne on that fateful afternoon when she discovered a real live person who had been interviewed by Keith "the creep" Morrison? Some would say she was on her way to Myrtle Beach to enjoy a relaxing vacation with her mother. Others would say she was simply asking for trouble the minute she opened her mouth to make small talk with a mysterious stranger. But those close to Marianne say they know the cold, hard truth. She was about to embark on a horrendous journey - a journey that would change her life....forever".

"When we return...we'll talk to Marianne's family. They claim to know the deep, dark secret that she was trying to cover up at the time of her disappearance...but how much do they REALLY know? And what does a self-indulgent man with a small penis and bizarre sexual fetishes, who went by the name of Butch, have to do with the what REALLY happened to Marianne?"

If that clever gem of an email didn't make you laugh (which it should have, because I got a neck cramp I was laughing so hard), how about these little videos?

SNL- Keith Morrison

SNL- Keith Morrison 2

Hope y'all have a lovely week!

P.S. Do you want a chance to win some beautiful jewelry? Pop over to the Boob Nazi's blog and read for details!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Dear Men of America...

... I think I speak for the entire female population when I ask-- no, make that BEG-- of you to NEVER let any of us see you sporting these:

Rocco Slim Fit Jean Shorts
Rocco Slim Fit Low Rise Jean Shorts -- because normal rise is just so ordinary.

Ever. Not even if it is life or death. It is not now, has never been, and will never be a good look. Never.

Please and thank you.

And Express, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Friday, March 5, 2010

I Blog Because I Can.

I'm sure many of you can relate to what I am about to say. Non-bloggers just don't get "it." It being the joy and awesomeness that is blogging. Even more so, the joy and awesomeness of blogging AND having followers.

Today, a sweet lady that I have class with said she checked out my blog... her only comment was, "When I read it, I thought 'Man, Marianne is windy today'." Errr, thanks?

I mean, I know I tend to write a novel every time I type anything (just ask my bff blogger buddy Helene -- yea, I'm giving you that title, whether you want it or not, Helene), but I suppose you shouldn't read my blog if you don't like to read in general. Perhaps that's why my readership is less than stellar? Hmm.

Except I have a little secret weapon and I know I have more readers than followers (and even know where in the world they are viewing me from and how many times a day they do so)... so, to you lurkers... I don't bite. Delurk yourself and stop being creepy. Leave the creepin' to me.

But, I digress.

Said sweet lady then proceeds to ask, "Do you know all the people that read your blog? I just don't get why someone you don't know would care about your life."

Oh, sweet lady, that seems to be the million dollar question for anyone who hasn't been sucked into the wonderful world of blogging. (I'm sure you all get asked this questions a lot. Silly naive persons).

And to that I say: we blog because we can. Because sometimes we have a lot to say and no ears to listen in our real life worlds. And having readers is just as good as winning the lottery. Actually, probably better. Getting a comment is next to euphoria. But we sure as heck don't need a legitimate reason for reading other blogs... sometimes we just need a good laugh. Or sometimes we like to be creepy and nosey and see how other people live, if only to make us feel better about our own life. If it ain't for you, so be it. But don't knock something until you try it.

Does anyone else get asked this question a lot and think, "Start a blog and then come talk to me..." ?! Or am I just a biotch? Don't answer that.

Thursday, March 4, 2010


** comin' at'cha a day early because I won't have time tomorrow...**

Sorry, no post for "Feel Good Friday" this week for the simple fact that I babysat 38 hours last week and 25 this week and I can't even remember what I ate for breakfast this morning... never mind things that made me happy this week. But I don't recall it being a particularly rough week, so let's just say it was all happy :)

But if YOU would like to participate, I know The Girl Next Door Grows Up would love to have you!

Remember when I drove home from Florida with my dad and said the next time I sit in a car for longer than a few hours it better be because I'm moving somewhere fun and warm? I lied. Sorry. Don't cast stones for my lack of truthfulness :)

The madre and I are hoppin' in the car bright and early Saturday morning and running away to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for the week! Neither of us have ever been so we're pretty stoked. We're going with my neighbor and her daughter (but they're flying in on Sunday), so it's just us girls for seven days! YIPPIE!

And before you think I'm a huge spoiled rich kid that travels all the time, we own a timeshare in Florida (my rents have owned it for 30 years...)that we never get to use, so we have fun trading to other places. My parents like to put their money towards trips and education. I'm VERY blessed! And since Myrtle Beach was available and within driving distance and we had a week we had to use, we're taking advantage of the opportunity!

I have no clue what the weather is going to be like and I honestly don't really want to for fear that it won't be much warmer than it is here, but as long as it's sunny, I'll be fine :) And the beach is the beach and far from Indiana, so I'm really looking forward to it.

Bad news though: Our condo is seven minutes away from an outlet mall. That has COACH and Kate Spade and Ann Taylor LOFT. I've been having a love affair with LOFT for the past year and I have a hard time turning down something at COACH if it is priced really well (I once bought a $500 bag for $125! Love a good bargain!! And yes, I paid for it, not my parents. They cut the material goods cord when I was 16.

Anyway, I'm really looking forward to escaping from school, babysitting, the boys I live with, & life in general.

And this post is so stupid and braggy and I'm annoying myself, so I'm going to wrap it up.

My blogging has been in a bit of a funk the past couple days. So awesome for my attempts to gain more readers, huh? So, having said that, I'm taking topic requests that YOU would like to read by yours truly! Just leave me a comment or email me and I will blog about whatever you want :)

Also, I'm taking suggestions for where I should run away to next. Ideas?

Peace. Love. Happiness.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Where are you, Springtime?

**picture taken in beautiful Carmel-by-the-Sea, California**

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. ~Proverb

I know many of us are starting to wonder if 2010 is going to prove this quote wrong, because this winter has lasted and a day... Yesterday Indy hit a whopping 41*. Naturally, I opened the sunroof, because 41 is the biggest heat wave we've seen in months! So ready for pretty flowers, light weight jackets, ballet flats, walking the pups, and taking the kids to the park! Spring, if you're listening, PLEASE HURRY!

Hugs to you all :) Unless the weather is warm in your neck of the woods... in which case, how would you feel about adopting me?

Monday, March 1, 2010

Love is in the air... Or not.

Did I ever tell you I ended up joining eharmony? Well, I did. And I will be canceling my subscription after my 30 days are up. And not because I've found love.

Let's start with prospect numero uno... we shall call him Butch. Thankfully, his name isn't truly that awful. But anyhow, Butch and I were matched and started to communicate using the guided communication eharmony offers. Essentially, they give you a list of questions to choose from to ask the other person and that person does the same, you answer, decide if you like the other persons answers and, if you so choose, keep moving forward. So exhilarating, I know.

Moving on... Butch is 6'4". A HUGE plus for this 5'9' chica over here. His answers to all the questions seemed decent and apparently he liked my responses because we got to the point of being able to email; so that's just what we did for a couple days.

Let me recap some of the questions he asked in his first email...
What are your hobbies? Favorite foods? Movies?

Pretty status quo questions, no?

How about this one?

What are your thoughts on premarital sex?

SAY WHAT? You haven't even been given the email address that I primarily use and you're already asking my take on sex? Odd. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was strongly against it, because, honestly, why else would he ask? So not the case. His response was so awkward; along the lines of "I'm not a virgin. At all. But I'm trying to decide which direction God wants me to take in future relationships." Um, OK, whatever you say, Sparky.

So we emailed a couple more times and I started getting annoyed because it seemed more like a Q & A than anything. He'd ask me a bunch of questions, I'd give these long answers that I tried to make somewhat funny when necessary and asked a few of my own. And I know that's how things are supposed to start out, but I would always comment back about his responses and I'd get nothing in return. As I've mentioned, I'm not an expert on relationships, but that just seems so odd. I like a little give and take, and so did all the communication books I had to read in college, so I know that's how normal communication should be. But, again, I'm nice, and thought maybe he was just awkward in emails. No harm in that. We can't all be so fab at writing, can we now? Just kidding...

Are you bored yet? Too bad, there's more...

So the last email that came from him I have yet to respond to. I received it two weeks ago. And the reason I haven't responded is because I'm pretty sure he may have Tiger Woods syndrome. AKA, is obsessed with sex. I know you're thinking "what man isn't?!?!," but ole' Butch here is more aggressive than a pit bull on a female in heat. Mind you, he doesn't even know the name of my high school. Or my last name. Or if I'm even a girl. And he asks, "What is your favorite type of intimacy?" Now, I realize he could've meant something as innocent as holding hands and maybe I'm the freak with a dirty mind, but thinking back to the men I've crossed paths with, homeboy is NOT talking about holding hands. And I was too skeeved out to reply... But for the record: intimacy is a bridge I cross when I come to it.

And the rest of the men who have tried to communicate with me have, in no particular order, been: 5'4 (umm, no... and how were we matched anyway? I put height importance at the highest level.), live in Timbuktu(again, I put distance at highest level of importance), are regulars at the Star Trek Conventions (fine, but so not an interest of mine), are so overly religious even my rarely drinkin', drug avoidin', virgin self wouldn't pass mom's test, or can't stand a woman who is late (and this little lady will be late for her own funeral).

Suffice it to say, eharmony, at this point in my life, has been a major bust. Maybe I'll revisit it once a year, just to see if it gets better with age (as if it's a fine wine or something?).

And Butch, if somehow you are reading this, you may have had to join eharmony because you come on WAY too strong. Just sayin...

O'ahu Slideshow Part Deux

First off... I want to say THANK YOU to my four new followers! Yay for reading publicly! So excited that you've joined my blog... I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. If there is ever a post you'd like me to write, requests are always welcome (that goes for anyone reading this...)!

The following pics are from Pearl Harbor or the North Shore, with a few shots of Waikiki from the view of a booze cruise.

And now for O'ahu: The Sequel...

Sun is Shining by Bob Marley

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