Baking of Bread

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Around September of this year I started to bake bread. I bake all of our bread, mostly. Over the Christmas Holiday I didn’t have two seconds to devote to baking. My extra time was spend washing clothes, dishes and babies bottoms. Today was the first day back to school for my older punks so I had some time to get back in to the swing of things. I did a big baking of bread. I baked 6 loaves of wheat bread. I figure when I bake it myself it costs about a dollar a loaf. For good whole wheat bread, that is a great price.
 
Usually I bake on Mondays and Tuesdays. I didn’t it today because I only had a half a loaf in my bread box, and I didn’t want to go out today to buy bread.

I love the satisfaction of baking my own bread.


And a steaming hot loaf of bread it only complete with a stick of soft butter.


OH YUM!!!


Yummy, Yum, Yum!!
Yummy melting butter

And I wonder why I have weight issues….


But most of all, I love slicing into a piping hot loaf, fresh out of the oven. You can’t see it in this picture, but there is actually steam coming from this loaf.

Such a Mom

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I am such a Mom,
one of those moms that can spend hours
upon hours
upon hours
upon hours
talking about my kids.
I sure like those little punks.
(most of the time, and the other times I am trying not to sell them to the gypsies)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Here is Punk #1’s school Christmas program.
Wanna play “Where’s Waldo” again?
Those of you that know my punks will be able to spot her.
For those of you that don’t, here is some help.

I love it when they are in front.
Makes taking pictures much easier.


Can you just see me now. Standing up waving yelling “honey…smile for mama!”
(BTW, who in the world is that punk kid next to her, he was messin’ with her the whole time! sheeze, some people’s kids!)



Hey beautiful girl!!

Small Gestures

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Sunday night my Partner in Crime and I had a pretty good fight. He pointed out some things to me that were hard to hear, however, they were very correct. I realized that there are some things in my conduct that need to change. It was one of those fights that keep you up, tossing and turning. I was doing a lot of soul searching, a lot of thinking, planning, and deciding. When I got up this morning I was tired and stilling stinging from the confrontation. Today we chatted a little, and when he got home we were polite, but you could tell there was still tension in the air. During the evening we had an ok time, but then I forgot myself and snapped at him, again. Sigh…. I told him I was sorry, he didn’t say much, until we were driving home, and he reached over and held my hand. He held my hand for about 10 minutes, didn’t say anything. Sometimes the smallest of gestures say a thousand words.

Where’s Katie

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I love going to the punks school programs.
They are always so excited to see me.
My kids go to a very large, very crowded school.
There are about 1200 students
and 7 2nd grade classes.
Punk#2 is in second grade.
Remember the “Where’s Waldo” books?
Well’ we are playing “Where’s Katie”
Can you see her in the sea of 7 year olds?

Here, let me help ya out.

She sees me!


And she is discretely waving at me


Oh, good, they are done, now I can stand up and get a picture.
“Katie! Katie!….SMILE!!”

I love school programs.

The Case for no Coca Cola

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So I have been addicted to Coca Cola since I was about 15 years old. The amounts of beautiful fizzy chocolate colored liquid I consume daily has varied, depending on my will power, pregnancy, craziness of my life, and the need to stay awake. I love the stuff. I mean really, really love the stuff! The sound of the can opening makes my heart go pitter patter, the sound of the bottle opening makes my whole body relax, seriously! I love the sound of ice in a big fountain drink on a long road trip. I love the stuff. It is sweet nectar to me, my drug, and my sanity! So I decided a few weeks ago that I needed to be healthier. I want to eat better, take better care of my little (well, little…ha-ha….ample) body. I want to lose weight; I need to figure out why I insist on lots of fattening foods (that is another post). Part of my “getting healthy” I decided to give up my coke. I did it. For three weeks I drank nothing but water and water. I was sleeping better (I suffer major insomnia) I wasn’t retaining as much water, and I think I was better hydrated. Well on Christmas, my PIC needed a drink for the drive home, so I bought two cokes, it was Christmas after all. I didn’t have any that night, although the day after I sipped on it all day. Boy, was I on fire! The house got picked up, cleaned up, kids were washed, dressed and fed at a decent hour…I was awesome. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. As everybody who reads my blog knows the next day was terrible, I was tired, irritable, unmotivated and depressed. I didn’t think it had anything to do with my “coke treat” the day before, until last night. I was up late yesterday at my mom’s helping her get ready for an event, on the way home I ended up sipping PIC’s coke the whole hour drive. I was wide awake at 3:30 this morning!! This morning I feel sluggish, bloated and tired. Hmmmm…..Maybe not filling my body with stimulates is a good thing, not to mention all the artificial colors, flavors, sugars and salts. Maybe this will be the beginning of an amazing journey.