Lee The hot flash and Erin the Mothah and Penis


I was hanging with my new best friend Lee the Hot Flash Queen, who I called Triple T, and she has no idea what that means, and frankly neither do I, so let's take that back and just call her the queen of all things hot.  We had some hot flashes of inspiration after drinking several margaritas and some beer.  So, we headed over to Travis at I like to Fish, and he gave us this great idea for a vlog.

I think we should be up for a golden globe or perhaps Jerry Springer...In fact, they did comment on one of Lee's blog posts, so anything is possible. 

Anybeer, on to the video......


I'm off to meet Triple Threat!

I am leaving town early tomorrow (Friday) to attend the wedding of a childhood friend in Houston...but a major perk on the side is that I get to meet Triple Threat, Triple H, H cubed, or however you refer to Queen Lee of Headaches, Hormones, & Hotflashes fame. I'm a little scared. What if I don't curtsy appropriately? What if she banishes me from her kingdom?

All joking aside, it will be lovely to get away for a quick weekend and relax a bit (Hubs will stay here with the kiddos). I've been in this funk and I desperately need some time to recharge. I'm quite sure Lee can assist me in this endeavor.

I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend and I'll see you on Monday!

Peace out.


Shutup and make me some SPINACH SOUFFLE!!!!

**From Everyday Food Magazine from Martha Stewart

I made this last night along with some Tilapia. Delish. The recipe claims to serve eight, but Hubs, Izzy and I pretty much devoured the entire thing and there's very little leftover. This was the first souffle of any kind I've attempted, and I think it turned out pretty well (mine didn't look as pretty because my dish was too large, but who cares as long as it tastes good?). I love Everyday Food, and if you haven't checked it out, please do so immediately!

2 tablespoons unsalted butter, room temperature, plus more for baking dish

1/3 cup plain dried breadcrumbs
5 cups (5 ounces) packed spinach, trimmed and washed
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons whole milk
1/2 cup grated Gruyere cheese
Coarse salt and ground pepper
2 large eggs, separated, plus 2 large egg whites


Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Butter a round 1-quart tall-sided baking dish and dust with breadcrumbs; set aside. In a large skillet, heat 2 tablespoons water over medium-high. Add spinach and cook, stirring constantly, until wilted, about 4 minutes. Transfer to a strainer to cool; press to release liquid.

In a medium saucepan, melt butter over medium until bubbling. Add flour and whisk until a paste forms. Continue to cook until pale blond in color, 2 to 3 minutes. Whisking, gradually add milk. Cook, whisking, until lumps are gone and mixture is thickened, 3 to 5 minutes. Remove from heat. Stir in cheese until melted; season with salt and pepper. Transfer souffle base to a large bowl.

In a food processor, pulse spinach and egg yolks until coarsely pureed. Add 1/4 cup souffle base; pulse until blended. Stir spinach mixture into remaining souffle base. (To store, press plastic wrap against surface and keep at room temperature, up to 4 hours.)

In a large bowl, using an electric mixer, beat 4 egg whites and pinch of salt on medium-high until stiff peaks form (do not overbeat), about 3 minutes.

In 2 additions, gently fold egg whites into souffle base.

Pour batter into prepared dish and bake until souffle is tall, browned, and firm to the touch, about 35 minutes. (Avoid opening oven during first 25 minutes of baking.) Serve immediately.


Beware: Funny/Happy Post NOT Inside. You May Need to Look Elsewhere.

Things have steadily been declining for me over the last several weeks. It's been gradual, a falling off of sorts, a listlessness, a wandering. A brain that won't focus. A heart that hurts, but for reasons I can't specify.

I am not myself. Pieces of me are getting lost or buried somewhere. I picture them in a neglected heap in a forgotten place.

I feel quiet and addled and unable to concentrate. I feel tired and sad and alone. I am impatient with my sweet daughters, yelling far too much. I am angry with myself and feeling badly for neglecting my husband, my friends, my family.

I am trudging through this muckety-muck slowly. My boots keep getting stuck. My legs are hard to lift, heavy as stone. I keep tripping. I fall. No one picks me up. But me. I have to pick myself up. I want to curl up in bed and stay there all day, drifting in and out of dreams, but I can't. I won't.

I have felt similarly before in life, Depression is no stranger to me. I'd forgotten his heavy, sudden hand, however, and it startled me recently. When he visited me thirteen years ago, he had me grating my wrist against a razor blade as if it was a block of Gruyere. I've come so far since then, yet I can feel his familiar shadow settling slowly over me, plunging me into his darkness. He tries to be my friend, but I am yelling at him to GO AWAY. I fought him off then and I am fighting him now, but in a different way.

I'm not going down without a fight. I have a family that needs me. I can't just give into it.

**I have suspicions that this could be thyroid related and simply require an adjustment of my meds; I have also considered the possibility of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), or just the likelihood that I'm encountering a wave of depression. I have done so well for so long that I would really love to attribute everything to my thyroid. I have labs this afternoon and should know more soon. Please be patient with me.


My Name is Monster and I Am a Mini Poodle.

(This is my favorite perch--atop the couch in the living room. You'd think I was a cat.)

My name is Monster and I am a really handsome Mini Poodle. I am 5 1/2 years old, and I adore my family. I especially love that my parents refuse to give me a typical Poodle 'do. Most people think I am a Bichon instead. Anybark, I try to be a big help around the house, but they just don't get it! My sisters make such a mess at meals, so I hang out to catch the crumbs they drop on their chairs and the floor. I wait very patiently most of the time....(how cute am I, by the way?!?)

but occasionally I lose control can't help myself and Mom and Dad have to tether me on my leash, which really bites. Each morsel is so delectable compared to this Iams shit they feed me day in and day out. Sometimes my sisters are little hags sweet for a change and toss me their vegetables under the table when my parents aren't looking. So I'm afraid I've become a bit of a beggar, which isn't good. But honestly, would you want to eat the same crap at every meal for the rest of your natural born life?

See that little Goldfish cracker? MmMmMMm. My favorite. The girls just can't seem to get everything into their mouths. So I take care of the rest. Being so low to the ground sure has its perks!

After the meal is over and Mom is slaving away washing the dishes, I seize the opportunity to help her clean up the kitchen. I lick the table and placemats clean while she yells at me from the sink. I wait until I hear the dishes clatter and then I hop down and hide under the table where she is too big to reach me can't catch me. I also find yummy bits on their napkins. Before Mom went all green she used paper napkins, which I would helpfully shred for her (to aid in the decomposition process, you see). Now she uses cloth napkins, so I drag them off the table and onto the floor where I can lick them clean in peace. Then Mom screams at me again, snatches them from me, and starts complaining about all the laundry she has to do every day.

"This is MY napkin now, Mom! Don't you dare try to take it away!"

As Mom loads the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, I feel its my duty to make sure she's rinsed them well. So I check it all out and give it a last wipe down with my tongue.

After all my hard work, all I want is a nap on the same little blue bed I've had for 5 1/2 years....

and a maybe belly rub!


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