Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Every Little Girl's Dream


What I learned from this story:

1. La Petite Belle needs to work on her spelling. I did inform her that "asome" is totally different than "awesome."

2. No mention of a prince - great for a nine-year-old. But she is "rich."

3. She once again amazes me with her security. No self-esteem issues here.

4. The fact that she still refers to herself as a princess is precious. She's still quite innocent and I love that.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Now, you're just messin' with me.

As I get older and realize my days of, as Prissie says, "birthin' babies" are over, I often rethink decisions that were made in the past to make this final. Final. Forever. No more babies.

This was a joint decision between Beau and me a long time ago after La Petite Belle came along.

It was logical. It was practical. It was the right decision.

I still think so.

But, even though I do think it was the right decision, I still get these feelings that come and go. You know the ones ... where you want another baby ... REALLY want another baby.

You even talk to your husband about adopting, but realize it's not a possibility.

Now, don't start feeling sorry for me. I'm OK ... really I am.

But, it doesn't make it any better when someone gets me a subscription to this magazine.
Yep ... got the welcome issue in the mail this week.

I think I know who the culprit is, but she denies it, even though I think she's just paying me back for getting her a subscription to "More" magazine ... the magazine for women, ages 40+. Hey, she's over 40. That makes the magazine for her, right? (shhh ... she's in denial and constantly says "you know what they say about payback, don't you?" ... sounds suspicious to me)

Whoever it was, thanks for nothing.

Don't think I'm not looking forward to a lot more alone time with Beau.

'Cause I am. I really am.

Friday, February 19, 2010

All I ever needed to know ...

I learned from the remains of two Dove chocolates.

Yeah, I ate some. So what. It was dark chocolate anyway so it doesn't count. It's healthy, you know.


I realize you can't read what it says, so here goes.

Prepare yourself for great insight and wisdom.

Dove chocolate #1 - "Don't look back, you've already been there."

Think about that one for a while. Pretty good, huh?

Dove chocolate #2 - "A pessimist is really an optimist with experience."

Ain't that the truth.

Told ya'.

With Dove, it's chocolatey goodness and a nugget of wisdom all in one.

Thanks, Dove.

You inspire me to eat more chocolate.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Filthy Rags

I can't get this out of my head:

Isaiah 64:6 (Amplified Bible) 6For we have all become like one who is unclean [ceremonially, like a leper], and all our righteousness (our best deeds of rightness and justice) is like filthy rags or a polluted garment; we all fade like a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away [far from God's favor, hurrying us toward destruction].

I'm amazed at how filthy I really am. Even my good deed are filthy.

There are times when I'm astonished by my own evil thoughts.

When I think I'm doing something "good" or I'm ever justified in my feelings, it's all like "filthy rags" to God.

Not just dirty, ya'll.

FILTHY.

Meaning ... disgustingly dirty. Worse than dirty.

Francis Chan says the literal translation of these filthy rags is "menstrual garments." Used menstrual garments.

What a picture to think of! Pretty disgusting, huh?

Here's the funny thing ... we parade around thinking we're so spiritual and want recognition for all the deeds we do in the name of the Lord when all our best is filthy compared to the holiness of our Almighty God.

And, then I think about that "unclean" part, meaning ... ceremonially, like a leper unclean ... that's what we're being compared to here.

You know what lepers did all day?

The law in those days said that the leper had to wear torn clothes, have unkept hair, and cover the lower part of his face, and continually scream out, "Unclean! Unclean!" ... all while being only allowed outside of the camp. (Lev. 13:45-46)

We are like that in our deeds.

Any good thing that we could ever do will never make up for the amount of sin and filth we have inside of us. It just can't. Doesn't mean we shouldn't do any good deeds; just means our sin is far greater.

So what we should be rejoicing in or wanting recognition for is not something we've done. It's only about what He has done.

Except for His grace, we couldn't stand.

I'm humbled by and in awe of this God of mine.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

It's a rite of passage.

There comes a time in every young Southern girl's life when she must look to the greatest of all Southern belles and learn. Learn well.

Yes, it's true.

I don't think there's even a question of who I could be talking about ... the one and only Scarlett O'Hara.

"Gone with the Wind" is one of my all-time favorite movies. It has everything ... action, drama, and comedy wrapped up in four hours of over-the-top acting. K Belle continually said, "She's kind of overdramatic, huh?"

The girls and I watched this masterpiece yesterday. This was their first time. I knew I would have to explain each part piece-by-piece to La Petite Belle (there was a point when she asked when half-time was ... classic), but K Belle was ready.

As I watched for the umpteenth time, I realized what I loved so much about this woman. She truly does encompass what a true Southern belle is and should be.

Charm - She was definitely a charmer as evidenced by the audience of gentlemen at the BBQ. It would take some kind of woman to have these gentlemen arguing over who would get her something sweet.

Beauty - This goes without saying. Vivian Leigh, in my opinion, was the most beautiful woman of all time. I'm sure "Scarlet" would have been too.

Yes, we all know these things, charm and beauty, are deceitful and vain, but I'm just saying they'd be cool to have.

Courage - She dared to "show her bosom before 3:00" and then sneak out of the napping area to declare her love to Ashley who had already pledged to marry Melanie. Rhett said of her, "With enough courage, you can do without a reputation." She headed back to Tara without Rhett, with only Prissie to help (who wasn't much help to begin with). She promised to do anything she had to do to never go hungry again. And, boy did she.

And, she dared to wear drapes. Not sure just anyone could pull off these curtains.

Strength - She worked the fields with all the others and told her Pa that she wasn't asking the workers to do anything she wasn't doing herself. She helped in the hospital and ran her own business. Then, there was the whole both husbands dying thing. Even though she didn't really love them, I'm sure it wasn't easy, right?

Witty - She always had some smart remark to make. I like that.

Shrewd - About business and taking care of Tara

Contemplative - She never rushed to decisions. "Well I guess I've done murder. Well I won't think about this now. I'll think about it tomorrow."
Optimistic - "After all tomorrow is another day." She promised she would win Rhett back.

Loyal - to Ashley, to Melanie, even to Rhett despite what he thought

Stupid - By realizing that she really did love Rhett and not Ashley, but a little too late. Rhett said,
"You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole but is terribly terribly sorry he's going to jail."
And, seriously, Scarlett, how, oh how, could you even think of choosing Ashley over Rhett anyway?

Have you looked at Ashley's hair? Plus he has a girl name.

Rhett was totally the bomb. Hands down. No comparison.

So, let's recap.

A true Southern belle has charm, beauty, courage, strength. She's witty, shrewd, loyal, and stupid.

What did my girls learn?

Uh ... La Petite Belle was mostly upset that Rhett shot the pony after Bonnie died.

K Belle thought that it was a horrible ending and that Scarlett was, in fact, stupid.

Speaking of stupid, remember the award I got yesterday and I couldn't remember who gave it to me. Oh, it was sweet Katie from The Baby Factory. I just love her. Sorry, Katie. Go by and see her. She's great.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Yeah ... it's Mardi Gras. So what.

You all know I'm not a big fan of Mardi Gras. I've posted about it before. Let's not re-hash it here.

The best thing about the "holiday" is, of course, the king cake, of which I have partaken in a few times.

Kudos to Ninja Princess for merging North and South in baking and serving homemade king cake, even though it wasn't the prettiest thing you've ever seen. Check it our here.

But, let's get to the important stuff now.

Beau made these for me yesterday morning.

Mixed Berry Crepes ... OH. MY.
You must make them. They're even low-calorie and low-fat. I KNOW. The recipe came from Cooking Light. Here you go. Sometimes I think I just need to start a cooking blog too with all these recipes and posts about food. Geez.

Here's the "real" picture. Maybe this will entice you more to try them.

Make-Ahead Crepes

Yield: 24 crepes) (serving size: 2 crepes)

  • 2 cups all-purpose flour (about 9 ounces)
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 2 cups 2% reduced-fat milk
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 tablespoon butter, melted
  • 4 large eggs
  • Cooking spray

Lightly spoon flour into dry measuring cups; level with a knife. Combine flour and salt in a medium bowl. Place milk, 1 cup water, butter, and eggs in a blender; process until combined. Add flour mixture to blender; process until smooth. Cover and refrigerate 1 hour.

Heat a 10-inch crepe pan or nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Coat pan lightly with cooking spray. Remove pan from heat. Pour a scant 1/4 cup batter into pan; quickly tilt pan in all directions so batter covers pan with a thin film. Cook about 1 minute.

Carefully lift edge of crepe with a spatula to test for doneness. The crepe is ready to turn when it can be shaken loose from the pan and the underside is lightly browned. Turn crepe over; cook 30 seconds on other side.

Place crepe on a towel; cool completely. Repeat procedure with cooking spray and remaining batter, stirring batter between crepes. Stack crepes between single layers of wax paper or paper towels to prevent sticking.

Mixed Berry Filling & Topping

Yield: 12 servings (serving size: 1 filled crepe)

  • 1 1/2 cups frozen unsweetened raspberries, thawed
  • 1 1/2 cups frozen unsweetened blueberries, thawed
  • 1 cup sliced frozen unsweetened strawberries, thawed
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 teaspoon cornstarch
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
  • 6 tablespoons 1/3-less-fat cream cheese, softened
  • 12 make-ahead crepes
  • 1 tablespoon powdered sugar (optional)

Combine first 5 ingredients in a saucepan; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; simmer 5 minutes or until thickened. Remove from heat; stir in juice. Cool.

Spread 1 1/2 teaspoons cream cheese over each Make-Ahead Crepe, and top each with about 2 1/2 tablespoons berry mixture; roll up. Top each crepe with about 2 tablespoons berry mixture. Sift powdered sugar evenly over crepes just before serving, if desired.

I promise you won't be disappointed.

Now, onto more business.

Trish from Pink Preppy Lilly Lover gave me this award. Isn't it sweet? Thanks, Trish. You're a doll.

I got this award too, but ... uh ... it was given about six months ago and has been just sitting on my desktop because I couldn't remember or find who had given it to me. So, it you're the one that gave it to me ... Thank you! And, make yourself known.

Oh, yeah ... Enjoy your Mardi Gras or just stay inside and avoid the crowds like me. Whatever.

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Agreement

Every approaching holiday, minus birthdays, starts out with the same agreement.

Beau and I each agree to not buy each other anything.

We say things like ... "Let's not do anything for Valentine's Day. Nothing." Both parties are content with the decision.

It was an even easier decision this year seeing as Valentine's Day fell on a Sunday, and we had church commitments. We declared the day to be a family Valentine's Day.

Only one problem ... one of the members of the agreement picked up a little something at the store for her love.

A little something ... no more than $12 total (card, candy, movie) ... No big deal.

When she, or I, gave the "little something" to her one and only Valentine, he said, "I thought we weren't getting each other anything."

I said, "I know, but this is really nothing or my idea of nothing."

He said, "My idea of nothing is NOTHING.'

I just couldn't help it. I couldn't skip over the card that said how many more memories I wanted to make with him. I couldn't skip over some of his favorite candies or "Monty Python's, The Search for the Holy Grail" on sale for $5. Come on, that's really nothing.

It's OK though. Beau's getting my oil changed and my car washed today. He really is a man after my own heart. He may even pick up his clothes off of the footboard of our bed and put them in the clothes hamper.

The day of love was pretty much hijacked by my children ... a day of their choice.


We ate at the wonderful Mr. Johnny Carino's, or carbohydrate central, where we overloaded on bread and pasta and giant-sized croutons.

The spicy shrimp and chicken ... uh, yum.

Pure exhaustion occurred after the meal of white bread, white pasta, and white sauce.

I offered to trade in the rest of the day for a nap, but Beau was the only taker on that one.

We headed to the movies to see "The Tooth Fairy," but ended up seeing "Percy Jackson and the Olympians - The Lightning Thief" against Beau's better judgment. We really knew nothing about it, but it was rated PG and K Belle said she had read the book. We thought it may have been a little scary and it was about the Greek gods and all. La Petite Belle said that it was about other gods that weren't real anyway and that "The Tooth Fairy" had magic in it too. Good point. We went with Percy.

It was alright. There were some parts where I even jumped and wanted to cover my eyes, like when Hades and some crazy six-headed dragon showed up. And, I thought the whole going down into the underworld might freak the girls out, but it didn't seem to.

Was it wrong to think that them seeing even a lighter version of what Hell is like might actually be good for them? Probably so.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Wait ... what?

It snowed last year for the first time in about 30 years or so.

And, then, again today?

What is going on?

Guess I won't be running today. Darn.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

I try to be good, ya'll. I really do.

But, I just don't understand the logic sometimes.

Observe.

Fiber One cereal
Cap'n Crunch cereal

In the end, Cap'n Crunch won out due to the main difference being Fiber One just had more fiber. No, duh. But, more calories and the same amount of sugar. Hmm ...

After knowing this, unless you have a regularity problem, why would you not choose the cap'n?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I'll take the toe-thumb any day.

We all have things we'd love to change about ourselves.

And, I'm not talking about things like self-esteem and being kinder to others.

I'm talking real stuff.

Stuff like sagging eyelids and saddlebags.

That's real, right? At least that's all Hollywood and the world tells us is important.

We're not the only ones with these issues. Movie stars have them too.

Even poor little Megan Fox.
She had to use a "body" double to replace her weird toe-thumb in her recent Superbowl commercial.

First, take a close look at the toe-thumb.

I don't know about you, but I can hardly look at her anymore due to this grotesque appendage. Disgusting.

Now, look at the thumb in her Superbowl commercial.

Told ya'.

Oh, what I would give to have a toe-thumb be my one flaw.

Puh-lease.

It's a thumb that looks like a toe. You'd swear she was the Elephant Man.

Stop making Megan feel insecure. Let her show her toe-thumb.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Hard Stuff

There are times in parenting where you think you're doing a pretty good job.

Your kids are well-behaved for the most part. Not perfect, but well-behaved. No major discipline issues and you are living in a drama-less house.

Then, there are times where you think you don't know what the heck you are doing and your kids have obviously forgotten everything you've ever taught them. You question your parenting "skills" and think back to where you may have gone wrong.

You look at your children and wonder who they are. You even ask them, "Who are you? And, what have you done with my child?"

That's the point where you have to believe that all the Truth you've ever taught them will come to pass. You believe and trust that God does have a plan.

It's been one of those days, ya'll. One of those days where the hard parenting takes place and you hate every minute of it.

You just want to go back to simpler times.

Only you realize you can't remember simpler times.

You try to remember their sweet, little voice singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider" all day long and how you read "Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed" 10 times in one day. You try to remember the tiny pigtails you formed in her hair and how all she wanted to wear around the house was a tu-tu.

But, you can't see it anymore. The image is gone.

You try hard, but your memory is failing.

So, when you tuck her into bed, you hug her extra-long and extra-tight. You want to hold onto the way her arms feel, her sweet head next to yours, how she doesn't want to let you go either, how she says you give the best hugs, how she wants you to lay next to her just for 5 minutes, how her hair smells, and how much peace you feel. Your heart actually hurts.

You don't want to ever forget.

Monday, February 8, 2010

{{tears of joy}}


Well, my boys pulled it off.

The Saints won the Superbowl!
(Jesus' second-coming must be just around the corner.)

My family spent the evening on the couch watching the excitement and, boy, was it it exciting!

We snacked on pepper jelly dip, buffalo chicken dip, red beans and rice, and king cake.

La Petite Belle kept reminding me that we're supposed to use our inside voice and that I was very loud. I told her that the inside voice rule is null and void when the Saints are playing.

La Petite Belle also gave the quote of the night:
"WE didn't do anything. We're not the team."

Touche'.

Whatever.

I'll be headed out this week to trade my NFC Championship shirt for a Superbowl Champions shirt.

Life is good.


Friday, February 5, 2010

"Who Dat" Recipes

For those of you that don't even know what "who dat" is, go here where Wikipedia has so graciously offered the history of the phrase now that it has become so popular. (Yes, I know Wikipedia is not a reliable source. But, on this one, they are spot on.) And, for you Northerners, just read the phrase like you would be reading Huck Finn and you'll get it.

I've been bombarded with tons of requests ... OK ... two, maybe three requests for Cajun Superbowl food recipes.

In thinking about this, I realized that Cajuns really eat a lot of the same Superbowl foods that everyone else eats ... chips and dips, especially those made with Velveeta ... wings ... more chips ... pretzels ... mixed nuts ... popcorn, etc. (except for the boudin, which I'm certain you can't get up north ... and the crawfish)

Another thing Cajuns typically do if they know they are having a large group of people over is cook a big pot of gumbo, jambalaya, or even, red beans and rice. My simple gumbo recipe is posted here. I use the easy recipe for red beans (with smoked sausage in place of ham or pork) off of the package of Camellia red beans or you can see it here. And, I do the jambalaya out of the box (Tony Chachere's or Zatarain's) because it's just as good and much easier.

But, just to appease, I've come up with a Superbowl Party Menu (complete with recipes) because I want everyone to support the Saints, by not only sharing in our excitement for this first Superbowl experience, but also sharing in some of our culture.

One of my absolute favorite things is Pepper Jelly Dip. Two steps and you're done.

Oh, how I wish you could get this jelly where you are. It's the best. THE. BEST. Of all the pepper jellies I've tried. But ...
Just buy yourself a jar of pepper jelly, a block of cream cheese, and some crackers. Now, you're good to go.

Pepper Jelly Dip

1 jar pepper jelly
1 block cream cheese

Pour jelly over cream cheese. Serve with crackers.

New Orleans is known for their muffulettas (which isn't Cajun, but just go with me). Here's a great recipe I've tried from Southen Living.
Easy Mini Muffulettas

Ingredients:
1 (32-oz.) jar Italian olive salad
12 small deli rolls, cut in half
12 thin Swiss cheese slices
12 thin deli ham slices
12 thin provolone cheese slices
12 Genoa salami slices

Spread 1 Tbsp. olive salad evenly over each cut side of roll bottoms. Top each with 1 Swiss cheese slice, 1 ham slice, 1 Tbsp. olive salad, 1 provolone cheese slice, 1 salami slice, and 1 Tbsp. olive salad. Cover with roll tops, and wrap sandwiches together in a large piece of aluminum foil. Place on a baking sheet. Bake at 350° for 14 to 16 minutes or until cheeses are melted.


This would not be complete without a recipe from Emeril. BBQ Shrimp is the bomb! I've adapted the recipe to my liking. Served with crusty French bread is the best or just peel and eat.
New Orleans BBQ Shrimp

3 pounds large Gulf shrimp, in their shells
2 T. Creole seasoning
Cracked black pepper
2 tablespoons olive oil
1/4 cup chopped onions
2 tablespoons minced garlic
3 bay leaves
3 lemons, peeled and sectioned
2 cups water
1/2 cup Worcestershire sauce
1/4 cup dry white wine
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups heavy cream
2 tablespoons butter
1 tablespoon chopped chives

Peel the shrimp, leaving only their tails attached. Reserve the shells and set aside. Sprinkle the shrimp with 1 tablespoon Creole seasoning and fresh cracked black pepper. Use you hands to coat the shrimp with the seasonings. Refrigerate the shrimp while you make the sauce base.

Heat 1 tablespoon of the oil in a large pot over high heat. When the oil is hot, add the onions and garlic and saute for 1 minute. Add the reserved shrimp shells, the remaining Creole seasoning, the bay leaves, lemons, water, Worcestershire, wine, salt, and black pepper. Stir well and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for 30 minutes. Remove from the heat, allow to cool for about 15 minutes. Strain into a small saucepan. There should be about 1 1/2 cups. Place over high heat, bring to a boil, and cook until thick, syrupy, and dark brown, for about 15 minutes. Makes about 4 to 5 tablespoons of barbecue sauce base. Heat the remaining 1 tablespoon of oil in a large skillet over high heat. When the oil is hot, add the seasoned shrimp and saute them, occasionally shaking the skillet, for 2 minutes. Add the cream and all of the barbecue base. Stir and simmer for 3 minutes. Remove the shrimp to a warm platter with tongs and whisk the butter into the sauce. Remove from the heat. Mound the shrimp in the center of a platter. Spoon the sauce over the shrimp and around the plate. Arrange French bread around the shrimp. Garnish with chopped chives.

Try this Ragin' Cajun Chili recipe with Fritos.

3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1/2 pound andouille sausage (or smoked), chopped
1 1/2 pounds ground chicken
1 1/2 pounds ground pork
3 ribs celery, chopped
1 large onion, chopped
1 green bell pepper, chopped
4 cloves garlic, chopped
4 tablespoons hot sauce (like Red Hot or Tabasco)
2 sprigs thyme
2 tablespoons chili powder
2 tablespoons cumin
2 tablespoon paprika
1 tablespoon cayenne pepper
3 cups chicken stock
1 28-ounce can crushed tomatoes
1 15-ounce can tomato sauce
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 bunches scallions, chopped
1 large bag plain Fritos

Heat olive oil in a large Dutch oven pot and cook the andouille sausage for about 2 minutes. Add the ground chicken and pork in an even layer; do not overcrowd the pot. Break up the meat with the back of a wooden spoon and scrape up the bits at the bottom. Continue to cook until all the meat is super-duper brown. To the pot, add the celery, onion, green bell pepper and garlic, and cook for 3-4 minutes.

Add the hot sauce, thyme, chili powder, cumin, paprika and cayenne, and continue cooking for another minute. Pour in the stock, crushed tomatoes and tomato sauce, bring to a bubble and turn down to a simmer. Let cook for another 20 minutes or until reduced.

Season the chili with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Serve with some crushed fritos and chopped scallions on top.


And, for something sweet ... none other than king cake. You can go the homemade route, but, trust me, I've been there, done that. Go with the crescent rolls. But, just in case, you're a bit stubborn like I can be, here's a recipe for homemade king cake.
Otherwise, here's the easier recipe.

King Cake with Cream Cheese Cinnamon Filling

2 8-ounce cans crescent rolls
4 ounces cream cheese
2 tablespoons confectioners’ sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 tablespoons butter
1/3 cup light brown sugar
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
Mardi Gras Icing, as needed (recipe follows)

Mardi Gras Icing: 1 cup confectioners’ sugar, 1 to 2 tablespoons skim milk, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract, yellow, green, red, and blue food coloring

Preheat oven to 350°F. Coat a 10-inch round pizza pan with nonstick cooking spray. Separate crescent rolls at perforations, into 16 slices. Place slices around prepared pan with points in the center.

About halfway down from points, press seams of individual rolls together to form a joined circle of rolls. In a mixing bowl, beat cream cheese, confectioners’ sugar, and vanilla until creamy. Spread on dough in the center where seams have been pressed together.

In another small bowl, combine butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon with a fork until crumbly. Sprinkle over cream cheese. Fold dough points over filling, then fold bottom of triangle over points, forming a circular roll like a king cake. The filling should be completely covered by the crescent rolls at this point.

Bake for about 20 to 25 minutes or until golden brown. Cool slightly and drizzle with colored Mardi Gras Icing.

Mardi Gras Icing

In a small bowl, combine all ingredients except food coloring. Divide mixture into 3 bowls. In first bowl, add a few drops of yellow food coloring. In second bowl, add a few drops of green food coloring. In third bowl, add equal drops of red and blue food coloring to create purple. Drizzle over baked cake.

Whew ... that was some heavy duty blog-writing. ENJOY!!

I'll be taking the weekend off, as I do every weekend, and watching my boys, the New Orleans Saints beat the Indianapolis Colts (fingers crossed)!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

She has an agenda.

This is the list that La Petite Belle had ready for the babysitter Sunday night.
(Excuse the coffee stains.) Notice each number ends in "st."


"3st" is my favorite planned activity.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

A Dry Patch

Ugh.

This is the most interesting thing I have in my arsenal right now. I was saddened by the hole that appeared in my favorite pair of socks that I have had for about 20 years.
That's it.

Snore.

Otherwise ...

My kids or husband have not done anything cute or funny.

I have not one fascinating or engaging thought.

This week is full of late nights.

Late nights mean La Petite Belle decides to eat a peanut butter sandwich for dinner after her delicious lunch of a ham & cheese sandwich.

But, I do have an excellent post planned for Friday involving Cajun super bowl food and a king cake recipe.

That should get you to come back, right?

Until tomorrow ... maybe ... but, definitely Friday ...

Monday, February 1, 2010

A Weak Constitution and the Winner

Have you ever heard of someone having a "weak constitution"?

Definition: Persons with weaker constitutions have a greater amount and degree of inherent weakness in their body. Generally speaking, they need to care for themselves more than others do with stronger constitutions in order to stay well. They find that they cannot abuse themselves and get away with it. They have to pay more attention to what they eat, perhaps what they wear, the climate in which they work and live, etc. Usually, the poorer the constitution, the more difficult it is to get well and stay well.

K Belle fits in this category.

She has always been this way.

Any time she doesn't get enough sleep or overdoes anything, she gets sick. And, always ... almost always throws up.

It's just what she does.

She has thrown up more than La Petite Belle and I put together. As she's gotten older, it has gotten better, but we're all used to it here. Poor girl doesn't get much sympathy from us anymore.

The scenario when these nights occur usually go like this:

I see the light on in the bathroom. I pop up out of the bed, see her throwing up, tell her to brush her teeth. She doesn't like me in there anymore. I go back to bed. Beau asks what's going on. I say, "Oh, it's just K Belle throwing up." We both turn over and go back to sleep. That's it.

Yes, I've taken her to the doctor when she was younger. He said it was mostly stress and related to stomach acid. Stress? What the heck does a child have to stress about? School can be brutal. That's a whole other post.

She gets this issue from her father. He is the master when it comes to throwing up.

I can't stand the thought of it. Whereas, he delights in it. It's always his answer to feeling better. I would make a horrible bulimic. He would make a fantastic one.

So, just as it always goes, K Belle attended a lock-in Friday night, ate pizza and junk, didn't get enough sleep, plus church yesterday ... threw up a few times last night and is home sick today. Ugh.

She has finally come to the realization that every time she lets her guard down health-wise, these things happen and starting to be more aware of it.

La Petite Belle, on the other hand, is like her mother. Rarely gets sick ... maybe once or twice a year. But, when we are sick, it's a doozy.

The only thing worse than your child being sick is forcing this sluggish child to do schoolwork all night. Boo.

My day consists of watching her lay on the couch all day caring for her, cooking up a vegetable soup, a trip to Goodwill to look for a ball gown (another story), heading to the drug store, dropping by a friend's house who swears she can get me off of sugar even though I don't want her to, and, as always, laundry.

And, lest I not forget the king cake!

The coffee is bought. The king cake is next.

So, who is the lucky winner ...

Here are your random numbers:

5

Timestamp: 2010-02-01 13:22:26 UTC

Who is #5?

None other than Lois Lane II. She is a native Louisianian, who would, I assume, not be able to get really good king cake where she lives ... Northern Louisiana, which is really just like living in Arkansas (wink). She's also the same girl who tried to get me to run the Mardi Gras marathon in New Orleans with her. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Boo me.

Lois ... email me your address and I'll go pick one up today.

Stop by her blog and congratulate her. Her blog is a good read.