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September 14, 2008

Clothes & Sandwiches

Today Kory helped me with The Baby’s room, which is at any given moment overrun by her clothes.

Clothes that used to fit her.

Clothes that don’t fit her next.

Clothes that are clean but not yet put away.

Clothes that are dirty.

Clothes for Goodwill.

Clothes I want to keep.

Clothes are are for summer.

Clothes that are for winter.

Clothes for friends that are about to have babies.

Clothes, clothes, GODDAMN CLOTHES everywhere.

Her clothes must be worked through almost weekly or our house will be overrun by tiny pink socks and Dora shirts.  Seriously, its like tweezing. Things quickly can get out of control.

You could say to me, “Yo, brainiac. How’s about you stop buying her so many clothes?”

To that I would respond, “The day girls clothes stop being so adorable and Target stops selling them for $4.00, that’s when, chumpy!”

So, today we had one of our marathon sessions in which we look at EVERY TAG to see if it’s too small, too big, THE RIGHT FUCKING SEASON, and we, to use a Palin-ism, CULL THE SPECIES.  We don’t chase the clothes around and shoot at them from airplanes or cut off the left arm of her shirts and pajamas for bounty, but only because her room is the size of a shoebox and chainsaws would be unwieldy in there.

After cleaning I made breakfast for Kory, The Teen (who was here for the weekend) and myself…. The Baby Her Highness of All Things Elmo already having eaten hours before, giant hot pink smear of yogurt still in her hair to prove it.

I made breakfast croques – a family favorite.  An English muffun (fork split only, fer Christ’s sake) with sliced turkey or ham and your choice of cheese, mustard and mayo – under the broiler.

This is how Kory contributed to the making of breakfast croques:

Me: *squeezing mayo from a squeeze bottle onto the muffins*

Kory: Blooooop!

Kory: BlllooooOOOoooop!

(repeat. a lot.)

Me: Dude. Nice condiment sound effects.

Kory: I’m good, right?  I’m totally good.

Me: Yo. You aren’t paying attention. I’m putting on the mustard now.

Kory: doodleydoodleydoodley...

Me: *squeezing mustard out in little dribbles*

Kory: doodleydoodleydoodley...

Kory: You see? You see how that’s a different sound from the mayo?

Me: Yeah, man. You’re amazing.

Kory: I’m really good at this.  I should find a way to do this for a living.

Me: Sandwich Special Effects Master

Kory: I was thinking more Sandwich Sound Technician, but yeah.

August 10, 2008

Kory’s 08-08-08 party + The Power of Sangria

Well, the party was KILLER.  If you were invited and didn’t go, you should feel riotously bummed at the moment. The food was awesome (Zantigo) and the sangria was a major hit.  Or should I say SANGRIAS because I made FOUR OF THEM. (Can I get a “Wut? Wut?”)  Usually when I made something with a lot of ingredients or multiple batches of something with different flavors, I put up little cards that say what is in each one.  This party, I was reminded why I did that because I explained what was in each one approximately 47 million times.

Since it was not only Kory’s 35th birthday, but also 08-08-08, we had giant “8” balloons on our deck that were 4 feet high… and candles and paper lanterns…

Have you been to our house? Or sat on our deck?

If you have this will blow your mind: 

We had 31 people in our house/on our deck AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

And I didn’t even bend time.  There were a few moments when everyone was gathering their food from our  taco bar that I considered recommending that everyone just keep their hands on their hips and just eat face down in their plates, because elbow room was at a premium…but people have a natural inclination to spread out and find space… and if people were eating in our bed and in The Baby’s crib, so be it.  WE HAD FUN.

I busted out the Wuollet’s Bakery cupcakes in Fudge Mocha, Cherry Chocolate and White Rum and everyone was happy, happy, happy….   hmmm… and everyone was several large cups of sangria into the party at that point. I could have busted out Twinkies and Zingers and it probably would have been a similar reaction, but I like to tell myself that it was our extraordinary good taste that did it.

We saw old friends, made new friends,  met good friends IRL* for the first time.  We played CatchPhrase.  We laughed.  We joked.  We sang both “Happy Birthday” AND “We Are The World” for Kory…

It was totally and completely awesome and the cops didn’t even come and I guarandamntee you, that’s a first.

As a gesture of love and friendship, I will share with everyone the recipe for the sangria that was the OVERWHELMING favorite by everyone there:

Zengria

4 bottles Japanese plum wine

1 bottle citrus/honey cold green tea (like you’d buy at a convenience store)

1 large can mandarin oranges (and the juice)

1 large can lychee (and the juice — this is hard to find. Rainbow didn’t have it, but Cub did)

3 large negtarines, sliced

20-30 fresh cherries, pitted and sliced in half

Mix the whole shebang in a big bowl.  Make a damn sign with the ingredients so you don’t have to repeat all of that LOVINGLYLOVINGLY… all night long.

*in real life

June 27, 2008

#28 of 30

Filed under: 30/100/30 — Tags: , — denise @ 8:56 pm

It’s 10pm on a Friday night and my poor husband is in the dark, in the back yard… trying to lay down sod.

It was delivered too late.  They told him he should try to get it down tonight.

This, perhaps not knowing that his accomplices in life are 3 women….

One, with fresh abdominal incisions.

One, 60 years old with a raging sinus infection.

One, just learned how to say “Choo-Choo!” and still poops herself.

Not exactly the DREAM TEAM OF SOD LAYING.

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