Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway - March 31, 2008

With only two comments about the little Scottie dog from last Monday, the choice was 50/50 for those who made comments. Amy is the winner, but I have no email address or blog - could you contact me?

And now...

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway

White Elephant: Something of dubious or limited value (value being in the eye of the beholder)

For details about the FREE (Yes, FREE. No strings attached. Well. Except you do have to visit my blog.) White Elephant Blog Giveaway, just click here. Now, make a comment. You know you want to.

I love fairies. If I can ever get over the fact that a tattoo hurts so much it makes you cry, I will have a fairy tattooed on my lower back. So, when I saw this little ceramic fairy, I had to buy her. She is about 4 1/2" tall and is in perfect condition. If you have room for her at your house, make a comment.

Good luck!

For Fun Friday, March 28, 2008

Do you deserve your high school diploma? I would have done MUCH better without the math questions.

http://www.gotoquiz.com/do_you_deserve_your_high_school_diploma

How fast can you type? I got up to 69 words a minute.

http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/

Take this personality test to find out what career suits you best. Luckily, mine was education. Good to know I didn't waste the last 20 years.

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm

Thanks to my sister for finding this one. If you like Scrabble, you will like this site.

http://www.scrabulous.com/

Admit it. There are times when you wonder what kind of muffin you might be. This test is TOTALLY ACCURATE since it said I was a chocolate chocolate chip muffin. But of course.

http://www.allthetests.com/quiz25/quizpu.php?testid=1205688282&katname

Could Anyone BE More Organized Than Me? I THOUGHT Not.

Since Tom and I are now the only ones currently living at the old homestead, I find some of my recipes are a trifle large for just the two of us. So, I have become JUST LIKE some of the women in those inspiring women's magazines you see in the checkout lane at the grocery store and have started dividing my recipes in half and freezing part of them. This process allowed me to be labeled as SUPER MOM when Liz was sick and I was able to send home a meat loaf and potato casserole because I HAD THEM ALL PREPARED AND FROZEN! God. I am so, like, totally amazing.

So, when I made a cake recently because my sister was in town and was coming to dinner, I decided that a whole cake was just ridiculous. We could not possibly eat a whole cake. It would go to waste! It would mold! So, I bought two smaller pans and made two cakes. One to eat. One to freeze.

Why, yes. That is homemade pineapple cake with homemade cream cheese icing. Because, you know. I am SO FABULOUS.

I carefully wrapped up one of the cakes and put it in the freezer and served the other one. The cake was a big hit. We all enjoyed it. There was some cake left over. We were good to go. That was Wednesday.

This picture is from Sunday. Why, no. That is not the first cake pan. That is the SECOND. We had to UNFREEZE it so we could scarf it down. My plan was really fabulous. And it might have worked. If we weren't total hogs. But, man. That cake was good. Cakes. I should say cakes.

An Alternative Use For Energy

I have already told you about how geeky we are with the silly games we play about TV shows like Smallville. I thought I had told you how we embellished the game when the characters were no longer in high school and we didn't see crows anymore, but I guess I forgot to tell you that we started competing to see who could yell "Code Blue" first whenever one of the characters had to visit Smallville General. Which was fairly often. You can pretty much count on at least one person on the show getting banged up in some manner during every episode.

So, Code Blue. The new competition. Which he TOTALLY wins all the time because I lose my concentration and am actually watching the show, unlike some people who sit on the edge of the couch and watch for that freakin' Smallville General. And then yell loud enough to almost make me wet my pants.

And the evidence that he might be just a trifle obsessed about this?

This was on the fridge the other morning when I got up.

Notice how he cleverly turned the W because, not to name any names, but someone's grandson must have hidden the other E.

Now. Obviously, this required some concentration. Some effort. Some work.

This is the same man who is INCAPABLE of putting trash IN THE TRASH CAN. He thinks putting it on the lid is the same as putting it in the can. I am CONSTANTLY finding empty cracker boxes on top of the trash can.

Uh, no. No. Not the same.

Maybe he should expend the same level of energy on household chores that he expends on aggravating his wife.

But I have to face it. That is probably not going to happen.

Shocking Behavior

Have you heard about this? Apparently, there is a new sports bra with sensors built in that can determine your heart rate and send it to a watch you can wear, so that you can keep up your heart rate when exercising. If you are insanely in shape, like me, check out this bra at: http://www.numetrex.com/about/the-system

I am here to tell you that this is not an item of clothing I will EVER be purchasing.

The most I ask of my sports bras, which, as you know, I wear as often as I exercise which is often once in a while never whenever I realize I have, indeed, eaten an entire Whitman's Sampler, is to provide me a little support.

Not to electronically provide me with information. And really. Don't you think this is just asking for trouble? Next they will be making a sports bra that will actually talk to you. "HEY. YOU. Put DOWN the brownie and get back in there and walk on that treadmill." Or, wait!

I know. Next they will make a sports bra that will give you a tiny shock whenever you pick up a an iced sugar cookie.

This could be very, very bad for me. This could easily result in a situation where someone will find me sprawled on the floor of my kitchen, shocked to death.

With a cookie in each hand.

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway - March 24, 2008

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway

White Elephant: Something of dubious or limited value (value being in the eye of the beholder)

For details about the FREE (Yes, FREE. No strings attached. Well. Except you do have to visit my blog.) White Elephant Blog Giveaway, just click here. Now, make a comment. You know you want to.

Today I have a really cute little black Scottie dog statue. He has a little paint chipped off but I thought that added to his plucky little character. He's about 7" tall and is made of some kind of plaster which is not very heavy. Remember to comment if you can give him a home.

For Fun Friday March 21, 2008

OK, I am apparently NOT the person you want with you in case of a zombie attack. Help me.

http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/zombie

Do you ever stand in front of your pantry, looking at all the food, wondering what to make? Yeah, me too.

http://www.supercook.com/

This site has tons and tons of videos, basically telling you how to do pretty much everything.

http://www.wonderhowto.com/

OK, this is ridiculous. I actually just got out of my chair to see how high I could kick for this game.

http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/

What kind of accent do you have?

http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have

This Could POSSIBLY Be Why He Likes To Come To My House. Possibly.

Yeah. I'm thinking that's it. For sure.

But I LOVE Going To The Grocery

I have never understood people who say they HATE going to the grocery. I LOVE going to the grocery. Now, given, it can lead to situations where you are wandering through the aisles eating Pop-Tarts, but those situations are rare. Actually, eating a Hostess Fruit Pie is much more common.

Wait.

Did I say that out loud? Forget I said that. I would NEVER eat an entire Hostess Fruit Pie while grocery shopping. And if I did that, say once, I would totally pay for the empty wrapper.

How can anyone not get excited about going to the grocery? There's all this cool, cool stuff there. And new products. Oooooh, I LOVE me some new products. Or even old products that probably everyone in the whole entire world has been using for years and I have just recently stumbled on.

Like these.

I know you have read about my picky, picky childhood wherein, if someone had tried to force me to eat a tomato in any form except Campbell's tomato soup, I would have spontaneously combusted from the heartfelt anguish, but now I am a big, huge fan of the tomato. I, however, had never eaten canned tomatoes. It took a while for me to get over my qualms about chunky things in my sauces, but once I got over it, I got over in a big way. Onions? Bring 'em on. Green pepper? Pepper me up, baby. And tomatoes? Oh my, yes. But who knew you could get luscious, diced up tomatoes in a can? Even flavored and spicy?

Oh. Everyone already knew? Well, what about the fire roasted ones? Did you know about those? Mmm hmm. I thought not. Try them. They are goooood.

And now, in the realm of products which are still fairly new. Have you seen this cheese? It's like the canned Parmesan cheese only NOT. Because it is FRESH. And you grate it yourself. With the handy, dandy grater built into the package.


Is that not absolutely the coolest thing you have EVER seen? And, why, yes. Those ARE scallops, olive oil and Alfredo sauce in the background. Because I am rather a gourmet chef.


OK, not. But when I told Tom I was going to put some Alfredo sauce and some cheese and some bacon on those scallops, do you know what he said?

"Well, you can't go wrong with cheese and bacon."

I love that man.

And he is SO RIGHT. Any recipe with cheese and bacon is automatically excellent. Except for fish chowder. But that's another post.

Riding Through The Glen

So, I was looking for some new TV series to add to our Netflix kwee (as my son-in-law called it) in order to fill the DEEP AND ACHING HOLLOW HOLE IN MY HEART left when I finished "Gilmore Girls" and I stumbled on a TV series called "Robin Hood". I thought, heh. Probably some old series that will be really lame but it might be mildly entertaining, so I added it. And we started watching it a couple of weeks ago.

Let me just say. If you like action and adventure and romance and stories about a group of individuals who are friends while at the same time being heroic and smart-alecky; if you like a show that can make you laugh out loud and bring tears to your eyes in the same episode, you are going to like this. Let me just give you one example. At one point, they think Marian is dead (of course, she recovers) and the outlaw gang is standing by her bed, mourning her. And Little John says "Her we liked". And Robin gently corrects him in his oh-so-sexy-could-you-die British accent and says "Her we looved. Robin looved." And it's so sad and so sexy and so fabulous, you could just die. Even if, for some inscrutable reason, Robin is talking about himself in the third person. I'm telling you, go add to this show your Netflix kwee now. You will like it. Let me know.

Apparently, there are all kinds of shows going on that we know nothing about. It's amazing the things going on out in the world that I know nothing about. I am constantly surprised. This show was produced by the BBC last year and actually just finished the second season in December. There will be a third season, probably in the fall. I was also surprised to learn that we get the BBC as part of our cable lineup so there may be other shows we will start watching as well.

While researching this "Robin Hood", I stumbled on a web page and this song began playing.











And I thought, " I KNOW that song. I have heard that song. It is faintly tweaking a childhood memory. It's the theme song from a TV show called "The Adventures of Robin Hood" from the 50's. I must have watched it. All I remember is the theme song. Sound familiar to you???