07 May 2008

How does my garden grow?

You guys didn't think my garden would still be alive and kickin' but it is! HA!

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I know. I can hardly believe it either. I even have two tomaters on their way...

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That's right bitch. TWO!

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Lucky for me, I haven't killed the boys' sunflowers they planted with grandma either.

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Although the neighbors blasted Morning Glory is trying to strangle them daily.

(Don't worry, I went all Jackie Chan on its purple ass and told it WUSSUP?)

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My cilantro is looking nice and... bushy. (Hee hee)

Although Candy Ass told me I need to cut it? So it doesn't seed? HUH? CILANTRO HAS SEEDS??

But I admit - I am having one little problem.

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See this soaker hose?

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Yeah. Well... Um. This can't be good, right?

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How? You ask? How???

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HE is how. Meet Morton. Our Saint Bernard puppy. And we use the term "puppy" very lightly since he's a hefty 150 already.

But he's got a bit of chewing problem. In that, he likes to chew. ON EVERYTHING. Including, my beloved soaker hose.

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I tried to patch it using shop towels and zip ties.

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But... yeah. Didn't work. And all I got from Candy Ass was a big fat "I TOLD YOU SO!"

Other than that, I practically have one of those green thumbs everyone keeps talking about.

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Never mind the house plants.

27 February 2008

PSA: In case of emergency

The more I thought about it, (and I thought about it - for three hours last night, precisely) I think it's my duty as your fellow citizen (and internet BFF, we've established) to teach you how to make a proper iced carmel macchiato in case of an emergency, as it was last night when Starbucks closed its doors for three whole hours for some training.

Whatever.

Next time, with this knowledge I am presenting to you, things will be better. Smoother. Calmer. And tastier.

Obviously, this requires an espresso machine which I realize is not a common household appliance. But if you're in the market for one, I highly suggest the Via Venezia from Starbucks which, from time-to-time, goes on sale.

(I also recommend becoming BFFs with your local Starbucks barista so that he/she can get you a great deal, via an employee discount, on one of these bad boys. It damn near makes it affordable.)

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Aside from the espresso machine, you will need all of the above. Plus some fat free milk and ice. My local Starbucks kindly gave me an extra cup, lid and straw so I could make this authentic for you. Now if only I could buy them... You know I would. I'm not ashamed.

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You can, however, buy any and all of the syrups they use. And they are surprisingly inexpensive. For a carmel macchiato, you'll need the Vanilla syrup. Be sure to ask about their sugar-free syrups as well.

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Of course, Starbucks sells espresso beans for your espresso machine and the BOLD here is my favorite. (Like I would go anyway but BOLD.) Ask them to grind it for you (for free) at the store if you're too damn lazy to do it yourself. Lazy.

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The first thing to go in your cup are the 3-5 pumps of Vanilla syrup. I say 3-5 because it totally depends on your taste. I like my iced carmel macchiatos stronger, so I put less vanilla and milk and more ice and espresso.

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Next, add the milk. In a GRANDE cup, I add fat free milk to just-below the first green line. Again, if you do not like it as strong, then add more milk. But just a little.

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Add your ice. I like a ton of ice because I actually cannot stand the taste of milk and so whatever milk I do consume (via an iced carmel macchiato, of course) must be extremely cold.

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If you've got an espresso machine, you already know how to use it and since each one is different, I'm going to skip the step-by-step and get right to the good stuff... the heart of the matter, the shots themselves. My machine does two at a time and thank god, because we're making a GRANDE size which requires two shots.

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Add your two shots on top of the ice.

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[God, doesn't that almost seem sexually explicit in nature? It's... it's... spectacular.]

Lastly, you're going to add the carmel. Sometimes, around the holidays usually, Starbucks sells their carmel in small sizes. STOCK UP. Because the rest of the year, you're stuck using whatever you can find, even if it means Smuckers sundae toppings... I re-used this handy-dandy ketchup? mayo? dispenser from a Subway sandwich order we made a while back and it's just like the real thing. But different.

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Put on your lid, add your straw and WA-LAA!!! A GRANDE iced carmel macchiato IN YOUR OWN HOME. Another trick that I soooo love: Freeze your iced carmel macchiato for about 30 - 45 minutes for a slushier, ice cold, refreshing drink. It's like a dessert. With caffeine.

This, I think I can safely say, has been a Public Service Announcement. Because apparently, Starbucks has to close at some point. (I know, I don't understand it either.) And I don't want us all to be stuck in that What Do I Do? What Do I Do? hell again. So write this down, print it out and have it tattooed on your forehead (backwards of course) so that you never, ever lose it.

Or, I guess, you could always refer back here to my blog. Whatever.

25 January 2008

Don't blink

I could swear it was just yesterday that he arrived in this world
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so tiny and yet so amazing!

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Just yesterday, his little hand fit in mine...

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he was pudgy and cuddly all at the same time

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he was my little superhero

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and my star, in stripes...

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He has always been Mr. Joe Cool

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and was destined to be Daddy's future fishing buddy

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with an innate curiosity

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that crowned him the King of Mischief

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and the show stopper.

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But seemingly overnight,

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my little E-man grew up, lost his pudginess

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and became a big brother

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twice.

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But he's still got his silly sense of humor

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his devilish good looks

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and a little more ways to go

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before he doesn't need me anymore.

Thankfully.

Happy Birthday E-man!

24 January 2008

Get you one of these

If you have kids, you have to get yourself one (or two, or three or...) of these bad boys. Img_8233_copy 

Praise the lord it's a Rubbermaid Roughneck plastic bin. And OH MY GOD I feel like an absolute idiot for not having put one of these on the top of my boys' Christmas lists this past year.

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It provides hours and hours and hours of entertainment.

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It's a pirate ship, a space shuttle, an airplane...

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...a hot air balloon, a raft, a MOTHER'S SAVING GRACE and, best of all,

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it doubles as a bed. AMAZING!

My husband says they're stackable too. Hmmm... the kids have been asking for a bunk bed...

12 January 2008

Life's a beach

Not sure what the weather's like in your neck of the woods this weekend, but we're looking at a nice, pleasantly warm couple of days. Without hurricane-force winds. It's a miracle. But even if the weather's less-than-perfect where you are, I thought we could all enjoy a trip to the beach. I'll drive.

Don't forget your sunblock...

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Sand beneath your toes...

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A walk along the pier...

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Admiring the coastline...

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And finally, enjoying the sunset.

I had a great time. Except for the sand in my bathing suit thing. Hope you did too.

See you Monday.

03 January 2008

This is what I'm dealing with... x 3

This was my first child, E-man. I say "was" because this surely isn't the child I once adorned with matching shirts, pants, beanie, socks and coordinating blanket every time we left the house.

Now if you told me this was my middle child, L-Dub, I'd hesitate, but also tell you that while he may have worn a few hand-me-downs and didn't always have the matching blanket and beanie to go with each outfit, he still looked well-to-do every time we left the house.

But if you told me this was my third child, Big T, I'd say, yep... probably. Because after three kids you realize that as long as each of them makes it out of the house with two shoes on, some sort cloth resembling a t-shirt and a pair of pants, then hey, we're good. By child number three, you're lucky to make it out the door at all, let alone looking put-together.

And after three kids, you've learned to pick your battles... What's that E-man? You say you want to wear a brown trucker hat, a dangerously red t-shirt, a black pullover, a striped blue Van Heusen tie and some coke-bottle glasses to Target? Hey, if you can get it all on without my help, then NO PROBLEM.

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Today, I just wasn't up for the battle.

18 December 2007

Why I Had Kids

THESE are the moments that make snotty noses, potty training, grocery store temper tantrums,

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pediatrician visits, billions of dollars in formula and diapers,

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naptime refusals, fat lips and black eyes,

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spit-up stains, cowlicks, "I hate you's" and even child birth

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WORTH having kids.

12 December 2007

All I want for Christmas is a John Deere

I can't wait to open my favorite Christmas present EVER this year. Yes, I already know what it is. Yes, I've already seen it. No, it's not for me.

My stepdad, Short-Haired Bill (long story) has put a bit of time and money into make something old, new again... for my guys. (OK, they're his guys too.) And if there is something an old soul like myself can appreciate, it's nostalgia.

You see, when Short-Haired Bill was just a lad himself, one of his most prized possessions was a ride-on John Deere tractor.

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Fast forward to now, it's no coincidence that Short-Haired Bill's been a heavy equipment operator for more than 23 years as an Operating Engineer.

Thankfully, Short-Haired Bill's poor little ride-on John Deere is still around, but it has definitely seen better days...

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A broken tire, a missing pedal, a wee bit of rust and a lot of wrinkles... But Short-Haired Bill had the best idea EVER: to rebuild, re-paint and re-gift a part of his childhood to his grandsons who share his appreciation for bulldozers, skip loaders and excavators.

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Short-Haired Bill took the old John Deere apart, had a local welder blast it with walnut shells to remove the paint and rust and began the restoration.

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Out with the old and in with the new... Or rather, a perfect mix of old and new, just like grandparents and grandkids.

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Lots of pieces to paint and put back together...

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Short-Haired Bill even went to the local John Deere tractor supply store (yes, we have those in Southern California!) to get the authentic John Deere green paint.

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Good as new... Every little detail counts.

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Coming together nicely... and boy is it lookin' shiny!

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Short-Haired Bill himself... making a few minor tweaks and adjustments. Nothing's too good for his grandsons!

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A final few touch-ups with the paint and...

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WA-LAAA! Looks like it came off a toy store shelf, brand new... BUT BETTER because it has so much more meaning. It's a piece of history and nostalgia that has been preserved for another generation of tractor lovin' boys.

I can't wait to take the final photo on Christmas day... his grandsons enjoying it as much as he once did. I can't think of a better gift.   

07 December 2007

Look Mommy! Stickers!

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In a house filled with boys, nothing is sacred.

26 November 2007

Poinsettias!

FINALLY, the poinsettia photos...

My mom works at a local nursery/grower that literally grows and ships millions of poinsettias during the holidays. Her company asked me to come take photographs they could frame and use for promotional items. I thought, yeah, sure, whatever. No big deal. Buncha flowers. But when I stepped into the very first greenhouse, the color took my breath away...

And let me just say this, not a single one of these photos has been Photoshop'd or saturated with color or anything of that sort. Straight out of my camera, as shot, in all its own glory. And I mean GLORY, people.

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Let's have a peek!

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Rows and rows and rows of red.

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And more, rows and rows and rows of red.

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A heartfelt good-bye amongst ready-to-be-shipped poinsettias and the others who have not yet been picked.

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This...

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becomes this. Gorgeous.

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But let's not forget about all the other varieties and colors...

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The pink...

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...the pink and white...

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...the white (Yeah, I know... more yellowish, green. But they call it white. So I'm callin' it white.)

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And my all-time favorite, the speckled. I'm not sure if I love this variety so much because of its unique look, or because it reminds me of what happens when you let me do laundry and use bleach. (BTW, I no longer own a single drop of bleach.) Either way, I love it! Wanna marry it. Would marry it. If I could. If it wouldn't wilt up and die on me like every other plant I've even glanced at...

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I just couldn't leave out a few photos of the mums. The color was electric.

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Pick me! Pick me!

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Almost want to lick it...

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And my very favorite variety of flower, the gerbera daisy. Ahhh.

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Beautiful.

Alright, that's enough oooohing and aaawwwwwing for me. Can you even believe I oooh and aawww? Me neither. (Let's not tell anyone about this. K?)

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