I'm going to hell. this is so inappropriate.
Please no f-bombs
And it is scary
Is this rated r?
u there?
Yup. lmao at yr texts
T is wigging out. Yr brother is going 2 b so pissed @ me! V will b 2. sigh.
Main guy wearing strokes tshirt
This movie is some major stupidness
Right up yr alley? I'm keeding!
Um actually...yes
im actually into it. embarassing
SPOILER ALERT FOR TRANSFORMERS THE MOVIE AHEAD!
And, by the way, if spoilers for the Transformers movie bother you, you are not okay. First of all, it is so completely predictable. Second of all, it's the Transformers movie, for goodness sake! Who cares if it gets spoiled? Chances are, if you are the sort of person who cares about the story, you've seen it already, if you weren't too busy reading Harry Potter or making your costume for the HP book party or movie. And...um...you might be about eleven years old. Or a self-proclaimed (so I'm not talking trash here) nerd like my friend S, who is cool in spite of her inner (sometimes outer) eleven year old.
So, having said all that, you may have figured out from the text messages between my husband and me that I loved it. Really! Got totally into it. It was a full-on action movie, complete with guns, bombs, chases, a hot main character (So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson...), cheesy sexism and an entirely predictable plot. And I loved it. But, as I may have mentioned before, I'm not all that bright. Yay for entertaining the masses!
It's a good thing I enjoyed it, because the whole thing, including tickets, snacks and paying the neighbor girl to keep Baby J cost seventy six dollars AND FIFTY CENTS! It was the fifty cents that killed me. As if seventy six dollars wasn't enough. But it was worth every penny.
I did feel bad that my nephew, T, was so freaked out. Honestly, I was so excited that I had the chance to go see a movie with the big kids and no baby, on the spur of the moment, that I didn't check ratings, read a review or even look at the poster on the IMDB. If I had, I might have guessed that it wasn't a great movie for kids. I was just thinking of the toys we played with in the eighties. And the song (which is NOT featured in the movie and it's catchy, so I have no idea why they left it out!) TRANS! FORM! ERS! More than meets the eyyyyyyyyyye! TRANS! FORM! ERS! Robots in disguiiiiiiiiiiiise! I did think it was classy the way they covered up the f-bombs with actual bomb noises to avoid an R rating. "Oh My God! Mother-KABLAAAMMMM!!!" Clever.
The kids (ages 5, 6, 7 and 9 by the way - yeah, I was that trashy mom who sat in front of you at Transformers with a bunch of little kids) had great fun listing and discussing the bad words in the lobby afterwards - the a-word, the s-word, the b-word and, of course, the worst of all...shut up.
As for t freaking out, I did what I've always done with my kids. I took him out of the movie for a few minutes, made up some stuff about how they did the special effects (I told him they got the toys and moved them around then blew it up to screen size with...uhhhhh...computers and stuff) and talked about how fake the whole thing was. I also told him (SPOILER ALERT, YOU BIG NERD) that no one we cared about would die in the end and the good robot guys would win. Which turned out to be true.
And, by the way, I have just learned that Mr. Shia LaBeouf is but 19 years old. Yikes. I told my friend S that he looked at least 30. She, kindly, told me he was a bit younger, but probably at least 20. My apologies to Mrs. LaBeouf (his mother, 'cause he's too young to get married!) because it would bug me if a 34 year old was looking lustfully at one of my sons at 19. But he's cute! And over 18! So there!
We were doing Savasana (AKA Hippy Mommy's Little Helper) and the teacher told us not to think about our grocery lists, which I was. How did she know? Thing is, I like thinking about my grocery list. It actually clears my mind. I like going to the grocery store after Yoga, without kids, and eating a cookie while I shop. It is an especially awesome day if they have the cranberry orange oatmeal cookies. Otherwise, Virginia Spice or oatmeal raisin is just fine. Last night, as I napped (yeah, yeah, I know you're not supposed to, but I have a one year old who still nurses at night) in Savasana, I did NOT think of my grocery list. This turned out to be a big mistake, as I did not send the grocery energy out into the universe and ended up having to come home without making it to the store. Grrr. So I'll go today with the three boys, which is fun too, but means I won't get a cookie. Here is my list:
pine nuts (for pesto to make with the basil we got in our CSA bag)
parmesan (ditto)
cherries
bananas (yuck. but I am the only one who despises the vile fruit)
bagels
pizza crust (the yummy sprouted wheat one to make eggplant mush pizza. I already have the eggplant mush in the freezer. Yay.)
apples (green, because they're pretty)
tea (the expensive kind in the pink can, because it tastes good and I recently realized that it isn't more expensive, because there are twice as many bags)
dried figs (for salad and snacks)
slivered almonds
feta cheese
mixed greens
Ahhhhhhhhh...do you feel as relaxed as I do now? And here is one of my favorite salad recipes:
mixed greens
slivered almonds
chopped dried figs (the good unsulphured kind in the bulk section)
feat cheese, crumbled
balsamic vinaigrette
Sounds like a lunch.
Dinner is a bit more challenging these days because O is a vegetarian. I will admit that I tried to talk him out of it. I taunted him with visions of delicious barbeque (nay, not just visions, but the physical manifestation, which the rest of us ate, with glee.) he didn't take the bait and has been a vegetarian for a week. But, I am a good Hippy Mommy (well, a Lipstick Hippy Mommy, more on that later. I know you are on the edge of your seat now.) So, I have to be supportive. I'm no short order cook, so I'm just bulking up the vegetarian portions of our regular meals. Luckily, the Eggplant Mush Pizza we're having tonight is vegetarian. I've got to rename that thing; it's really quite good.
Eggplant Mush Pizza
Heat some olive oil in a big frying pan (I love this one, 14 inches)
One by one in a food processor, ground the following, adding it to the pan as you go:
one eggplant, peeled and cubed before it goes into the food processor. Let the eggplant cook for a while before you add the other stuff. You may want to salt it slightly, too. It should absorb all the oil before you add other stuff.
an onion
one box of good mushrooms, like crimini
one or two red peppers (or one red and one yellow), seeded please
a hot pepper or two, if you like, NOT seeded, because the heat is in the seeds
if you have fresh herbs growing (oregano, basil, thyme, chives, whatever) toss those in the pan too
As this mixture gets less liquid, add a can of tomatoes, drained (Rotel if you like it spicier or plain if you don't) and cook the mixture until the liquid is mostly gone.
This makes enough mush for four pizzas, so divide it up and freeze three of them for nice easy meals later.
Take out a pizza crust (or make your own, you over achieving freak.) I love this one (Alvarado Street Bakery California Style Sprouted Wheat Pizza Crust) Put it on a pizza stone or pan. Duh. Unless you are one of those pretentious chef-types who believes the pizza must be cooked directly on the oven rack. Frankly, this makes no difference and just leaves a mess on the bottom of your oven. There is nothing you can say to convince me otherwise.
Spread basil pesto on the crust (I like to make my own and freeze it in ice cube trays. I use 4-5 cubes for this pizza. Ready made pesto is just ducky, too.)
Spread one quarter of the eggplant mush on top of that.
Sprinkle mozzarella on top. You can mix in other cheeses too, if you have them and are trying to use them up, like if you're about to leave town for vacation or to avoid arrest. Fontina and parmesan or asiago are good. You can use shredded mozzarella or, if you have fresh, slice it thinly and use that.
Cook it according to the instructions on the package of crust. It's not rocket science, so if you already threw away the bag, ten to twelve minutes at 400-450 should do it. Just make sure the cheese is melted, dumb dumb.
Other variations:
My sister in law likes to add ground beef to the mush mix.
You can use tomato sauce instead of basil pesto and leave the can of tomatoes out of the mush mix. I would recommend adding fresh basil if you do this.
I sprinkle dried red pepper on top of the finished product, but that is no great innovation.
Okay, off to the store. Namaste, y'all.
Same day. New entry. I'm feeling totally useless these days. I'm not smart. I'm lazy. I can't seem to do anything well. I'm not sure what the point is. I can't talk to anyone about it because they inevitably say (some in a more patronizing way than others) some variation of, "Oh, you are doing the most important job in the world! Mothering three wonderful children!" Oh yeah? Well, we don't know how they'll turn out, do we? I mean, sure they're totally awesome NOW, but who's to say they won't be knocking over convenience stores by the time they're fifteen? We're an easy bike ride from a CVS, several gas stations and several grocery stores. The opportunity is there. It could happen. Maybe we should move? But, I digress (I know, I know, but I like how fancy it sounds to say, "But, I digress." But, I digress...again.) Anyone can be a mother. Any chick, that is. Even chicks who also do useful things, like have jobs or volunteer a lot or just look really pretty and tell good jokes. Being a mother is not enough to be worthy of taking up space. Those bumper stickers that say "Mothering is a Proud Profession" make me gag. But there are two bumper stickers that always make me laugh: "Jesus is Coming. Look Busy!" and "What if the Hokey Pokey IS what it's all about?" Those are funny.
Wow. This thing is still here. These World Wide Internets are some crazy things. So, since the last entry, we have moved, had another boychild, entered marriage counseling, gone to Disney World and done some other stuff, although not in that order.
J is the newest addition. He just turned one. I see that I made an entry about X's first birthday. J had the same cake and more or less the same reaction. A and I believe that J is our cutest baby, although we do not tell the other boys of course. I just don't remember them being this cute. For one whole day, whenever I would lie on the bed, throw my arms in the air and yell, "Ta DAAAAAAAAAA!", J would shove his face into my armpit. I mean, is that cute or what? Also, when one of us sings, "Da duh DUUUUUU..." he sings back. "Da duhhhh!" Well, sometimes. Like one time in ten. Or so. My friend S's baby is near J's age and can do signs. Smart kid. But did I tell you the one about how every time I lie on the bed, throw my arms in the air...never mind. J is really cute, just really cute. People love him.
I have been trying to do Yoga three or four times a week. I thought it would make me less mental. It doesn't seem to be working and I'm not sure what to do about that. I'm pretty sure that Googling my various annoying personality traits isn't productive in terms of diagnosis. But I really don't know where to start. I guess with Yoga. At least I feel sane while I'm there.
