irritation take two

last night’s showing did not go well.  they liked our house fine, but apparently the neighbor across the street was drinking something out of a paper bag and two kids a couple of houses down were making out on the front lawn.

LOVELY.

Come on, people.  Perhaps I should arrange moonlight showings, where the porch clutter, drinking neighbors, and amorous teenagers are hidden under the cloak of darkness.

Come to think of it, we made an offer on this house after seeing it in the dark.

We have another showing tonight at 5:15.  Between now and then I need to figure out how to cover my neighborhood in an invisibility cloak.

Published in: on July 29, 2008 at 11:22 am Comments (1)

i.hate.moving

I hate moving.
I hate packing.
I’m irritated at my realtor.
I’m irritated at the neighbor who parks his huge truck in front of my for sale sign.
I’m irritated at the neighbors who have decided to grace their porch w/ a deep freezer, a large red cooler, a kitchen table and chairs, buckets, and other forms of unnecessary crap.
I’m irritated that the housing market is in such disarray.
I’m irritated I’ve been following a 5-year-old and toddler around picking up after them for nothing, b/c NO ONE has come to look at our house.
I’m irritated.

i’ll get over it. 
perhaps i’ll go eat another piece of birthday cake to take the edge off, but for now, i’m irritated.

Update: 
The neighbor’s truck is not in front of my for-sale sign at the moment.
My realtor was gone all weekend, which is why she hadn’t returned our call.
Someone is coming to look at our house b/w 5:30 – 6:30 tonight.
I just ate some bing cherries.

Life isn’t all bad, I suppose.

Published in: on July 28, 2008 at 9:45 am Comments (2)

my house and my birthday girl

Click here for a virtual tour of my house that I am sad (I think the more accurate word might be heartbroken) to leave.  (For some reason that link doesn’t appear to be working.  Try this: http://www.visualtour.com/show.asp?T=1609130&prt=10003)

<sigh>

Yes, there is a tent in Amelie’s room.  Matt moved her bed out of her room when he painted it, and instead of dragging it back in, he pitched a tent instead (very creative, my husband is).  I’m not sure that this small feature will help sell our house (uh, probably not), but it helped her adjust to her room which had many items removed and had lost its very girly pink hue. 

Speaking of Amelie, today is her 5th birthday.  Happy birthday, my sweet girl.

Published in: on July 22, 2008 at 10:36 am Comments (5)

random pictures of two cute kids

my k state baby!
my k state baby!
Amélie with her preschool teachers on the last day of school
Amélie with her preschool teachers on the last day of school
cousins
cousins
tricycle riding at nana and papa's

tricycle riding at nana and papa's

For some reason I can’t get this picture centered or captioned.  The caption is supposed to read, “Jack’s first treat from the ice cream man!”

 

Amélie at the zoo

Amélie at the zoo

another zoo pic

another zoo pic

Jack lovin' on a sheep

Jack lovin' on a sheep

sheep and baby profile

sheep and baby profile

cuddly love

cuddly love

Amélie's first horse ride!

Amélie's first horse ride!

Published in: on July 18, 2008 at 6:47 pm Comments (3)

It’s starting to sink in.

I didn’t realize I had buried my heart here so deeply.
It’s going to hurt like hell to pull up these roots.

Published in: on July 11, 2008 at 9:44 pm Comments (2)

announcing…

…We are moving to Kansas City.  In a month. 

Matt’s job offered him the opportunity to work remotely, and we thought this would be a good time to move closer to family before Amélie becomes established in school (she starts kindergarten this fall). 

We’re happy and sad.  Excited and apprehensive.  Oh, and overwhelmed.

Published in: on July 8, 2008 at 12:11 pm Comments (4)

Recipes

Todd asked for my butterscotch pie recipe, so I’m sharing that recipe below, and while I’m at it I also thought I’d share a couple of lunch recipes I’ve used recently. They are very yummy! I’m always looking for interesting ways to spice up lunch (b/c otherwise I get in a HUGE rut), so if you’d like to share any recipes, feel free!

My Grandma’s Pie Crust Recipe

1 1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup Crisco
1/4 tsp salt
4 Tbsp water

In a mixing bowl stir together flour and salt. Cut in shortening until pieces are the size of small peas.
Sprinkle 1 Tbsp of the water over part of the mixture; gently toss with a fork. Push to side of bowl. Repeat until all is moistened. Form dough into a ball.
On a lightly floured surface, flatten dough with hands. Roll dough from center to edges forming a circle about 12″ in diameter. Wrap pastry around rolling pin. Unroll onto a 9″ pie plate. Ease pastry onto pie plate, being careful not to stretch pastry.
Trim to 1/2″ beyond edge of pie plate; fold under extra pastry. Make a fluted edge.
Prick bottom and sides of pastry generously with the tines of a fork. Prick where bottom and sides meet all around pie shell. Bake in a 450 degree oven for 10 to 12 minutes or till golden. Cool on a wire rack.

Butterscotch Pie
(The sweet and sappy thing is that I made this pie for Matt when we were dating b/c I knew he loved butterscotch.  The sad thing is that I don’t think I made it again until last week!)

1 1/4 cup light brown sugar
4 1/2 T cornstarch
3 cups milk (I used a can of evaporated milk and a can of water, because all I had at home was skim milk and I was afraid it would make the pie too runny. I thought the evaporated milk made the pie very creamy.)
5 egg yolks, slightly beaten
5 T butter
2 t vanilla
1 9″ baked pie shell–cooled.
Whipped cream for topping

In a heavy saucepan, combine brown sugar and cornstarch. Gradually stir in milk. Cook over med. heat till bubbly, then cook, stirring constantly, for 2 minutes. Remove from heat. Stir about a cup of the hot mixture into egg yolks and then immediately return egg mixture to the hot mixture in saucepan. Cook over med. heat, stirring constantly, 2 minutes or until thickened. Remove from heat and add butter and vanilla. Pour into pie shell. Top with waxed paper. Let cool and top with whipped cream just before serving. Enjoy!

Peanut Butter and Raisin Spirals

1/2 cup natural peanut butter
1/4 cup plain yogurt
1 Tbsp honey
1/4 tsp ground cinnamon
4 whole wheat flour tortillas (8″ diameter)
1/4 cup golden raisins
2 Tbsp honey-flavored wheat germ (I didn’t have honey-flavored)

In a small bowl, combine the peanut butter, yogurt, honey, and cinnamon. Spread over the tortillas, coming to within 1/2″ of the edges. Sprinkle with the raisins and wheat germ. Roll up and cut into 2″ pieces.

Fruit and Nut Sandwiches

4 oz reduced-fat cream cheese
1/4 cup chopped pitted dates
1/4 cup chopped dried apricots
2 Tbsp finely chopped walnuts
2 Tbsp milk
1 Tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp grated lemon peel
8 slices raisin bread
4 large romaine lettuce leaves

In a small bowl, combine the cream cheese, dates, apricots, walnuts, milk, lemon juice, and lemon peel. Spread over 4 slices of the bread. Top with the lettuce and remaining bread slices.
(The first day I ate this I didn’t have any raisin bread, and I didn’t really like it. Once I bought some raisin bread to spread it on, however, I loved it!)

Published in: on July 3, 2008 at 1:33 pm Leave a Comment

A few minutes ago as I was nursing Jack to sleep and catching up on my e-mails a little red ant climbed up my arm, and it annoyed me, so without even looking at the little ant I used my thumb to smash him and then with my fingers flicked him away.

Then I got to thinking.  I worry that God’s like that.  There he is up in heaven, sitting in his favorite stuffed chair, checking his e-mail, and then this little ant Jill starts crawling up his arm, and it annoys him because  he’s busy reading this e-mail from someone he hasn’t heard from in a long time, so without even looking at me his enormous thumb just smashes me on his arm, and then his big fingers flick miniscule me onto the floor.
And that’s that.
I constantly worry that he’s following me around with an ax over my head, and then maybe he’ll get really annoyed, or maybe he’ll trip, and then I will be utterly shattered or my life, at the very least, will lie in splintered ruins.

Why can’t I get over that image?

Published in: on July 1, 2008 at 7:59 pm Comments (2)