Well, folks, I'm here. I'm here!
The internet is working, my mind is reeling with all kinds of blog posts, and I'm ready to start procrastinating NaNoWriMo because I've hit the brick wall (which means this next week will be the blah-blah-blah of the novel). I have some catching up to do, so this blog post will be full of random stuff and unimportant things and perhaps you will regret I've come back to bloggy-land after such a short break [until you get to the big announcement, of course!].
My cousin Amy tagged me for this:
Pick up the nearest book to you, open to page 56, write out the 5th sentence along with the next 2 sentences. Pick the closest book; not your favorite, nor the most intellectual.
Well, the closest book to me right now is the one I've been reading the last few days: The 13th Reality: The Hunt for Dark Infinity by James Dashner. Here is the 56th page, 5th-7th sentences:
He hurt bad. To his right, he heard movement--the rustling of leaves, moaning. Tick brought his hands up to his face, wincing as the movement sent shockwaves of pain coursing through his body again.
It's a good book, btw...
And now I tag every single one of you. You are welcome to post this on your own blog or just do it in the comments. In fact, do that! Leave me your page 56, line 5 in the comments. I've suddenly become very, very curious...
Liz asked me to post my famous banana bread recipe weeks ago. Never heard of it? Never fear! This is why I'm posting it, so you may inform the masses and maybe one day it will actually become famous to more than just my imagination:
Cheryl's Famous Banana Bread
Makes two loaves
Wire whisk the following:
3 cups flour (whole wheat or white)
1 tsp salt
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp nutmeg
1 heaping TB cinnamon
Cream the following in another big bowl with an electric mixer:
2 cups sugar
1 cup Butter-flavored Crisco
4 eggs (or egg substitute equivalent)
2 tsp vanilla
6 ripe mashed bananas
Slowly mix the dry ingredients with the wet ingredients (pouring dry into wet) and mixing with electric mixer until completely blended. Pour into TWO well-greased bread loaf pans. Bake at 350 degrees for 40-50 minutes and then at 325 for 15-20 minutes (this depends on your oven; it took me forever to perfect the baking time with mine!). All done when the toothpick comes out clean. Enjoy!
Let me know if you make it one day and if it turned out the way it should --you know, edible!
My sweet sister has gone back to work after being a SAHM for three years. They need this job (and it's a good one!), but it's been hard for her the last few days, realizing she will be away from her boys. If you could, dear reader, please go give her some love. All mothers know the difficult transition that can accompany a drastic change, whether starting to work outside the home, or starting to work inside the home. Both are hard and both need our support. Thanks!
Speaking of mothering, I had two Mean Mother Episodes last week.
Mean Mother Episode One:
On Friday, #1 forgot her show-and-tell. She called me from the school just before lunchtime was over and begged me to bring it. I refused. The school is less than a minute away by car, and I could have done it. Of course, putting the three other children into the car, driving there, taking the three children out of the car, going into the main office, etc. makes for a production of whining proportions --but I still could have done it. I chose not to. I explained to my teary daughter that I had two loads of laundry to finish, rooms to vacuum, children to feed, and bags to pack within the next hour and a half before I had to teach three piano lessons, after which we were jumping in the car to head to Idaho. She had forgotten her show-and-tell, I explained, and so she would just need to remember next time not to forget. Boy, #1 was not happy, but when she came home, she calmly said her teacher would send her a reminder next time so she wouldn't forget.
Mean Mother Episode Two:
#3 had a pretty big meltdown on Saturday that would wax and wane for about 12 hours. Sweetness...Freak out! Sweetness...Freak out! He would refuse to obey until I threatened not to take him (and the rest of the family) to Rupe's as planned, and then he would be fine until he changed his mind and the cycle would continue: He whined, I threatened, he apologized, I relented, he whined, I threatened...
Finally, we all went and ate at Rupe's. Things seemed fine until we were leaving and #3 had a melt-down because I wouldn't buy him candy or toys from the machines near the doorway. It escalated when I told him to put his seat belt on. We had talked about having ice cream back at my parents house, and I told him if he didn't get his seat belt on (a non-negotiable), then he wouldn't get ice cream. He freaked out and refused.
No ice cream.
But this time, the cycle ended, and I didn't back down (even after he hurried and put his seat belt on after I told him no ice cream). The poor guy had to sit there and watch his sisters eat ice cream in front of him while big crocodile tears rolled down his cheeks. He was so sad! But I was firm and I couldn't back down. I explained that he couldn't do bad things, apologize to get his way, and then do the same bad things again (all within 5 minutes). I think he understood, but boy, it was hard for me not to back down. Glad I didn't, though.
Are you a mean mother like me?
The BIG Announcement:
I have decided to go ahead and plan a Blogging Party!
If you are in Utah (specifically near Provo) on Saturday, November 29th, 2008 at Noon, I would love for you to join me for a blogger-snacker-lunch-potluck-thingy-majingy! And yes, people, we are calling it that exact name. I may even print a sign.
So, hooray! There is going to be a party! And since this is kind of a get-together for us bloggy people (most of whom have never met each other before), spouses and children are discouraged from coming. Maybe we'll have another one where we can bring all the kiddies and husbands (much to their chagrin, I'm sure), but for now, let's try to keep this between us bloggy people. Of course, if you have to decide between bringing the kids and hubby or not coming, then holy cow, bring the kids and hubby! And nursing children are always welcome (as if I had to assure you).
So, dear reader, if you want to come to the par-tay, please email me at happymeetscrazy at gmail dot com. I'll send you more information, directions, make sure you're not some crazy-stalker-person-obsessed with me, etc.
Coming Up Next on Happy Meets Crazy:
Year of Tens: The Day Brandon Saw Me Break My Nose or Why One Shouldn't Run Into Bars