Humour is that which most efficiently recognizes that we are living in an imperfect world, with imperfect arguments and things that are insane, illogical, and irrational. And the only way we can live with that fact is to laugh.
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A month or so ago, two young girls were approached by a man on a bike who was apparently trying to kidnap them.  The girls were walking home from school, and he grabbed one of them and she screamed and fought.  Then he approached the other, but neighbors were paying attention.  The girls go to the same school that Brother goes to.  Thankfully a few weeks later they caught the man and he is in jail.  Of course we have had several conversations around our house about this situation and how well prepared the girls were to handle it.

Last night on the news they were doing reinactments with children of different scenarios where pretators may try to assult or abduct children.  We weren’t really watching it because we were eating dinner. 

Brother’s chair faces the tv, (which is usually of durning dinner, btw) and he was watching a man try to stuff a girl into a trunk.  Of course, we started discussing this, and after several minutes brother told me that I didn’t have to worry if someone tried to kidnap him from in front of the house, because I would be able to hear him scream.  This is the conversation that followed.

Me:  So, what if he put his had across your mouth?

Brother:  I would bite it and kick him.

Me:  What if he was so strong you couldn’t get loose?

Brother:  I would say, hey, look, there’s your mother (pointing his finger behind him) then run away.

Me:  Well, there you go.

I swear I have no clue where the boy comes up with this stuff?

Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth.
Tom Barrett quotes

 I’ve been having so much fun this week.  I’ve finally had the opportunity to play around with Wordpress a little, it is a bit intimidating coming from Movable Type and Blogger platforms, but finally I am starting to understand.  At first I was playing around with my theme here, but to be honest I didn’t want to break it and have to go begging Gina (Creative Streak) to fix my mess-ups, I just don’t know her that well.  So I decided to play around with another install; I have plenty of space on my server and I had a free domain so,  The Recipe Said was born.

Those of you who know me and have been at my other journals know that I love food.  I have always wanted a food blog, I even started a few of my blogs specifically to talk food, but I didn’t have a knack or a handle on what it should be about.  I mean, I don’t take pictures of lovely food (yet ), and I don’t create my own recipes (often). I just couldn’t get going without interspersing it with mostly my personal stuff, so basically, in the end my personal blogs always contained a bit of my food love. 

Then the idea came to me because I do know that I have an addiction to recipes (as evident in my house).  I have a cookbook collection. I subscribe to cooking magazines.  I have baskets overflowing with recipes I have cut out and wanted to try. I have a desire to know food and share what I know.  So, combine my need to know how this platform works and my never ending desire to think about food and wha-la!  Food Blog. Go on over there and take a look-see.

I’ve been trasferring my recipes off of this site and adding my new stuff as well - I have dated  them back as they were on life’s just beachy so that April didn’t have 50 recipes in it.  Also, my ultimate goal is to add all of my family favorites here and then have them printed off  (like this)…professionally (or this)….for my children.

Oh, I’ve also set up an asides (yeah me!) section over there in the sidebar, you know so you can see what’s cookin!

Puppies are nature’s remedy for feeling unloved…plus numerous other ailments of life.
Richard Allan Palm

I know you’ve been wondering about how I spend my days, being an at home mom and all.  Do I spend it leisurely reading magazines, playing on the computer, shopping and thinking up home improvement projects.  Well, yeah,  sorta, that is what my days are like.

I do get the housework done, the bills, the food, you know typical stuff.  Nothing glamorous or rocket science, but I enjoy my days.

Now enter puppy.  Remember puppy.  (dawg, I forgot to upload the new pictures…okay, next time - promise)  She, she taxes my days.  I mean, I like her and all, and thankfully she is housebroken, but she has a little problem.  She likes socks.  And Underwear. (sorry internet perves - nothing to see here) Fine, mostly, we pick up our underwear, but socks, as soon as they are off the feet she has them in her mouth.  I try to be viligant.

Sister came home from a weekend trip to Dallas on Sunday and took her shoes and socks off in her room.  Not five minutes later, the puppy (who is not allowed in the rooms) had the sock in her mouth.  Brother noticed it and tried to get it from her, but she ran from him.   Minutes later he was screaming, “She swallowed the sock!” What do you do when that happens?  A few months ago we thought she swallowed one of his socks, a little nylon ankle sock, and we found out that she actually did because she threw it back up a few days later.  But, this was a big cotton sock, we have been watching and waiting and hoping that she would  throw it up, she was trying to throw-up all day yesterday, but no sock. We were going to call the vet this morning.  Surgery.  Shit.

Guess what I got to do this morning.  (Sorry if you are eating…really) She passed the sock. Eww.  Ick.  Nasty.  Gross.  Of course, what went in as a six inch sock was coming out as a ten inch, ewwww.  Gross.  Why, why is it that this happens when I am home alone?  I had to help with the sock, um, removal.  I’m still cringing.   Gross.

So, how do you spend your days?