Effervescent Life!
Thursday, June 29, 2006
One Year Blogaversary!
That's right it's my one year blogaversary! I went back to check some of my older entrys and I had to giggle a bit. Anyway, I figured I would share a few entries I particularly enjoyed writing.

My first entry: Random Thoughts

Ok, that's enough I think :) Truthfully I got pretty sentimental reading back. Even the ones from just last month. I adore my blog, and I'm so glad it gives me an outlet to really be me!
Happy Blogaversary to me!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Experiment In Green
eig
I make a kick ass turkey/tuna or chicken salad spread. Everybody here loves it. I've been hoping to modify it to make it vegetarian. So yesterday I did a little experimenting.

1 cup: Cottage Cheese (yum)
6oz plain yogurt (nice and smooth)
1 Bunch Broccoli: chopped (looking pretty tasty)
Now here's where it gets a little shaky.

3/4 dry pesto packet (WAAAAY too much!)
and a half a can of Peas.
Peas? Why peas, you ask? Because I didn't soak any lentils, and I didn't think kidney beans would work. I have NO idea why I thought peas would. Peas should not have seemed like a good idea on any level. I should have known. I do know that now.

I lovingly spread this concoction on bread for my kiddos and myself. Heathens seem interested......Until they actually take a bite. Mommy Heathen takes a bite to model how "good" it is. MH chokes back tears of disgust, finds kids something else to eat, and
What do I do with the container of horrible nastiness?
Do I throw it in the garbage? No.

Do I wash it down the sink? Nope.

Do I throw some tequila on it, light a match, and curse it to hell? Uh uh.

I put it back in the fridge with a smile on my face, and a plan on the brain.

Daddy Heathen comes home after work. I immediately tell him how "wonderful" my new recipe turned out to be. "It's the best stuff I have ever made!" We sit down to a pleasant meal of lasagne, but I can tell DH is intrigued by the new stuff. He claims to be still hungry after dinner, and would like to have a sandwich. MH can hardly contain her wicked smile.

He takes a bite, and starts chewing hardily. Then the chewing slows down, until you can tell he's not sure whether to spit it our or attempt swallowing. He swallows.

Me: "Tastes a bit like vomit doesn't it?"
Him: "I cannot believe you let me eat that!"

Oh yeah. It was some baaaad stuff.


eig1

Thursday, June 22, 2006
Victorious
The Earth exhales her muddy scent into the hazy sky.
A challenge has been issued.

Thunder races to the scene,
A purring echo in its wake.
Lightning winks along the horizon.
Etching his fury against the wind.

The Clouds dim.
Already weary of of the posturing.

Lightning hisses among the desperate growls of his enemy,
But Thunders mighty bellow is relentless.
The challenge has been met.

Enough of this havoc.
The Clouds blacken with rage.
They release a gentle warning.
Rain softly invades the sky.

The combatants seem unaware.
Crack! Boom! Crack!
Boom! Crack! Boom!

The Clouds swirl darkly overhead.
With a last exasperated sigh,
they allow madness to depart of their body.
Wetness careens toward Earth,
deafening the war to calm.

Thunder is awed to silence.
Lightning, shocked into halting.
They scurry away,
weak and sopping.

The Raindrops pool together in triumph,
the Clouds shine down their praise as they move achingly away,
And the Earth laps victoriously at the spoils.

©Effervescent Life
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Political Hulabaloo.
I read about this on Prez's blog. (Prez has a great Blog for those that lean left, and are completely disgusted by this administration.)

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- A split Supreme Court ruled Thursday that drug evidence seized in a home search can be used against a suspect even though police failed to knock on the door and wait a "reasonable" amount of time before entering.
The 5-4 decision continues a string of rulings since the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks that in general give law enforcement greater discretion to carry out search-and-seizure warrants.

Here I thought we were all presumed innocent until proven guilty? Not knocking, assumes guilt. Even worse is that this isn't being used for terrorism, but drug enforcement. Non violent crimes. What are these people going to do in the two minutes it takes the police to knock and identify themselves? Even if somebody could flush the actual drugs down the drain they couldn't flush the paraphinelia down the toilet. What happens if they break into the wrong house? You know the first time a cop gets killed when somebody thinks a burglar has gotten into the house, and shoots him, that person will be charged. And yet, the first time a child accidently gets killed the police will be exonerated because they were just doing their job. Completely frustrating. I pray it never happens.

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Do you remember Nicholas Berg? His Father does.
I found this on StupidGrins blog. It totally blew me away.

"Well, you know, I'm not saying Saddam Hussein was a good man, but he's no worse than George Bush. Saddam Hussein didn't pull the trigger, didn't commit the rapes. Neither did George Bush, but both men are responsible for them under their reigns of terror.Iraq did not have al Qaeda in it. Al Qaeda supposedly killed my son. Under Saddam Hussein, no al Qaeda. Under George Bush, al Qaeda.

Under Saddam Hussein, relative stability. Under George Bush, instability. Under Saddam Hussein, about 30,000 deaths a year. Under George Bush, about 60,000 deaths a year.I don't get it. Why is it better to have George Bush be the king of Iraq rather than Saddam Hussein?"

This is apparentley the omitted portion of his interview with Soledad O'Brian on June 8th. Gee, I wonder why they omitted it
Mood Ruiner.
Background Story
In 2002 I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. A calm, goofy, sleep-thru-the-night model. Life was great. He grew, and we loved him. Because he was such a good baby we decided to add to our family. Even though we discussed the possibility of having a completely opposite child, we thought their was a good chance we would get a similarly dispositioned child, right?

Within 2 weeks of getting pregnant, HS quit sleeping thru the night. He became incredibly energetic and more demanding. We still weren't too worried because all children go thru phases, right? So things calmed down, and in 2004 we (I...lol) gave birth to a wonderful little girl.
Except this was the never sleeps, completely needy, severe reflux that mirrors colic version baby. And HS? Well, he hit the terrible twos hard. Life was getting a little bit less pleasant.

As a SAHM I was floundering. I adore my kids, but I'm not sure I'm cut out for the SAHM life. My house is always a horrible mess, I never know how to difuse the hundreds of little spats my children get in, and at the end of the day I am so glad they have to go to bed. See I'm a terrible momma.

The Story
So the other night the kids went blissfully to sleep without a fight. I took a nice relaxing bath. DH took a bath. What do two adults to when the kids are in bed and their bodies are clean? We decided to get a little frisky.
I cannot tell you how nice it started out. We were so happy! It felt great! It was probably the best foreplay we have had in a while. To facilitate a little "dirty talk", I ask DH what he was thinking. He answers:
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"Having a baby."

My body immediately goes numb and cold, and I push him off me. I can see stars in my eyes, even laying down I'm feeling a bit peckish, my uterus puckers, and I may have actually blacked out.

DH is astounded by the reaction, and startes swearing he was just joking. Real fucking funny! Doesn't matter. My head feels like it is going to explode, and I can't stop shaking because no, just NO. All I can think of is that he must have the wrong impression of who I am because I am having a hard time being a good mother to the two I already have. It must be really nice to have a full time job that you love.(Grass is greener syndrome)Where you get to communicate with grown-ups all day longs, get to eat lunch by yourself, and don't have to deal with poop on a regular basis. REAL nice. And as much as I love my kids there is no way I could add one, and still keep my sanity. None whatsoever. Uhuh, no, fuck no. Can't do it.

Even worse than thinking all these thoughts? The mood was completely ruined. ~sigh~
Monday, June 19, 2006
Would You Like Some Plastic With That?
The other night on the newsance I hear them doing one of those filler pieces. You know the ones. "How to protect yourself from killer mosquitos!" "How many credit cards should you carry." "Purple is the new blue." Random stuff they blather on about that isn't important, but they pretend it is because it has been a slow news day. Here was the jist of the one I saw:
Q: Do dioxins, which are carcinogenic, from plastic food containers break down when frozen or microwaved and contaminate the food?(Now this seems a simple enough question to get a fairly basic yes or no answer right?)
A: Dioxin amounts from frozen or microwaved plastic are not considered harmful.(So if you are like me, you know that the answer is YES they do break down into food-at least thru microwaving-, and although nobody knows for sure what level is safe, scientists think that they are relatively harmless at this amount, at this point in time)
See, I get a lot of flak for trying to weed out the things that I think can be harmful to my families bodies. I know that there are things out there that don't cause disease by themselves, but I do believe that certain things contribute to disease, and I want to protect my children from those things as much as possible too. Our bodies were not created to consume plastics. However, our bodies do a pretty good job of cleansing themselves. I'm not going to freak out about every little thing, but I'm not going to facilitate disease either.
Anyway, if you want to know how to heat your food safely, just put it on a plate before you microwave.
-End Rant
Saturday, June 17, 2006
So Much
happened politically this week, and somehow I managed to not blog about any of it. Kind of surprising. I went all fluffy. I'm going to blame it on the toe, okay?
So this weekend I'm going to concentrate on moving my posts over to the other blog and next week I will catch up on all the political hulabaloo.
Oh, and I'm going to drink some margaritas tonight It's a perfect night.....Warm weather, gentle breeze, the STYX playing in concert down the road. Yep, it's a perfect night.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Have Some Pride
sunset
I read Lemonys blog, and she happened to read KellySterns blog, and here I am. The challenge is to get as many bloggers to post picture in support of Pride Month.
Obviously I support equal rights for EVERYONE!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Just Say No

To cutting your childs hair (bangs). Even if you have done it before, and it turned out well-just above the eyebrow, relatively straight good. Because the next time you may not be so lucky! Thank goodness it is just hair, and will grow out, but youch! What a horrible job I did!


dontdoit
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
The Toe Entry.

~*~There is a picture of my fugly toes coming~*~
So they other night I'm reading a thread on Sybermoms Main Event forum. I'm not sure what the original topic was, but somehow it got on the subject of whether or not there is worse pain than giving birth. I completely agree that there is. The thought of getting hurt makes me panic. I would gladly cut a deal with the accident gods to have more babies if they could promise me that I would never be physically hurt again. Anyway, I got done reading, stood up and walked into the living room.
BAM!
I hit my "wee, wee, wee, wee all the way home" toe on the leg of our couch! I immediately heard a nice audible *snap*. Broken toe. I never broke one bone until 2004 and now both times have been stupid little toe breaks! I certainly appreciate the irony of the timing even if it wasn't a serious injury.
and yes, I took a picture because it is sooo colorful.

brokentoe2

Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Hey! Ice Cream Companies!
Hey! Ice Cream Companies!
Honey Nut Cheerios flavored Ice Cream! Think about it. We have the whole cookie and candy bar ice cream craze. How about a cereal and ice cream combination?
Or
Sweet Corn Bread flavored Ice Cream? I drool a little just thinking about it.
Im still waiting for my Dill Pickle flavored Ice cream, dammit.
Friday, June 09, 2006
The Dream.
I had one of those dreams the other night that sticks with you even though you have no idea why. Maybe putting it in black and white, or rather black and lime, will help.
First we, my DH and I, are driving along a scenic route next to the lake. We start to pass this quaint eatery, when I suggest we go in. The style reminds me of gingerbread houses, and it is reddish. When we get inside it is little more than a deli, but we decide to stay. DH orders, and chats with the wait staff. When it is my turn to order the guy behind the counter gets gruff and walks out on me. It doesn't seem pointed at me, but rather he needed to take care of something outside. So I wait, and peruse the menu. Nothing looks good, but I decide on a Cookies N Cream ice cream cone. I tell the girl behind the corner that that is all that I want, but she just gives me a look. Kind of like she can't get my order without the owners approval, and I should very well know that. Meanwhile DH gets his food and sits down to eat. I go with him. The wait staff (all women) all chat him up, and I really don't mind, but they refuse to help me. The owner even comes back to chat with DH, but goes back outside immediately following, and I don;t seem to be able to get his attention. 2 hours go by, and DH is done having fun at the diner and we leave.
At this point I am upset, and start to argue with DH. He feels it is no big deal. I tell him that I am very hungry-starving actually, and I would like to get something to eat. We get into the car and the kids appear out of nowhere in the back seat. DH says we will stop, but first he needs to stop somewhere real quick. I am not happy, but DH will not budge. We argue some more.
All of a sudden we(DH, myself, and kids) are on this weird house boat. It looks like somebody lifted up a residential house, porches, decks and all, and stuck them on a floating raft! So there we are, and I am still not happy, and still very hungry. Surrounded by strangers other than the shop owners whose home this happens to be. DH takes off to hang out with the guys on the "front porch" totally ignoring me when I tell him we need to leave. Nobody will talk to me. I play with the kids in the front room trying to keep them in the house. DH does not want them outside because A) it is dangerous and B) he does not want to watch them. So I pretty much stand guard at the front door while people come and go, making sure my kids don't escape. The women are in the kitchen, and they simply don't talk to me either, but everyone is giving me looks. I'm starting to feel like I am in high school again. Like I forgot to do my homework or something. DH comes in at one point and I beg him to take care of the kids so I can go outside for a minute and get some air. He begrudgingly obliges.
I go out to the back deck, and there is some girl out there. She just rolls her eyes at me. I try to engage her in conversation, but she interrupts me halfway with a sarcastic sigh, and gestures toward the door. I listen, and I can hear my cell phone ringing. I go to get my cell phone to see who called. All of the cell phones have been placed on top of this gigantic fridge. I have to get on my tiptoes just to reach them. I keep grabbing other peoples by mistake. Finally I find my phone, and glance to see who called, but at that moment I hear the owner guy cursing in the living room. I run to the living room to make sure my kids are ok, and I see water gushing in at the bottom of the front door. When the guy opens the door I can see a boat arriving in the distance.
The boat pulls up, and it is my Uncle Jeff. He isn't my real uncle, but him and my dad were best friends when they were younger, and they used to party. Apparently, this is the reason we came to the houseboat. Nobody tells me that. It's just what I glean from the conversations being had around me. The owner knew my Uncle Jeff and somehow knew we knew him, and invited us all to the houseboat. I start to collect my kids and their toys because I have had enough and I'm sooo done with all these people, DH included. Now I can't find DH. I hear some noise in a back room of the house, and follow the sound. In the back mud room there are about 4-5 men milling around smoking pot. One of them is my husband. They all glare as I come in the room. I tell DH, WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW. He is smiling sheepishly, says ok, but makes no attempt to get up. Exasperated, I leave the mud room.and then I wake up.Weird, weird, weird, weird!
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Shake Shake Shake
Today for the 3rd day in a row the turkey we stuck in the refrigerator was still frozen solid, and will require a water dunking tomorrow to thaw it out. DH forgot to get it in the sink before he went to work, so he brought home McDonalds for dinner. Nothing special, except the toy in HD's (heathen daughter) Happy Meal. Do you remember the Magic 8 Ball? Well, HD got a That's So Raven ™ plastic heart filled with ink, and a tragically cool phrase cube.
Tonight I will challenge it with some questions and shake up some answers. I will type the questions first, ask, and then give the answer it shares with me. Are you breathless with anticipation? Ya, me neither.

Will my DH get laid tonight?
the answer is: Tru Dat!
Will we ever win a lot of money?
the answer is: It's Cool! (cool that we will win or we will be cool even if we don't?)
Will I have a baby in the next five years?
the answer is: Tru Dat!
Will tomorrow be a good day?
the answer is: It's Cool!
Will the next President elected be a democrat?
the answer is: No Way! (It must be defective )
Is George W. Bush really a monkey?
the answer is: Whoo Hoo! (exactly the type of wishy-washy response I would expect from an obviously conservative toy! hrmph)
Will Dale Earnhardt Jr. win Sundays race?
the answer is: Big Maybe!
Will Britney Spears give birth to a girl this time?
the answer is: Woo Hoo! (You heard it here first!)
Will California fall into the ocean?
the answer is: Could Happen! (SAVE YOURSELVES!!)

Last but not least

Was Jesus really married?
and the answer is: Not Seein' It! (Phew, glad I got that all cleared up)

There you have it! All the answers to the questions you were dying to know.
~ The results of this test were in no way tampered with, and is an accurate representation of what occured IRL ~
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Conspiracy Theory. Number One.
Cloning. What is stopping these companies from collecting random DNA on the street? Ethics? Morals? One can only hope.
I was thinking tonight about how we often leave our genetic material behind. Disposable cups, strands of hair traveling on the wind, cells deposited randomly from our shedding skin.
Cloning companies. Other than the very sick, dead, or attention whores, who else would volunteer DNA for this? Yet, the companies will still have to experiment to bring in the big money. At some point animals just aren't going to cut it anymore. So, pray tell where will they get the DNA to experiment extensively? A few cotton swabs and a sterile baggie later, and they could clone you. It's kind freaky to think about actually.
Food for thought.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I Know I Should
Blog about the Gay Marriage Ban, but I just don't have the heart.
Apparently neither do the conservatives......Or do they?
Friday, June 02, 2006
Not Your Average Shoe Fetish.
I was pregnant with my first born in 2002, in MO, and miles away from family and friends. My mother and sisters took pity on me, and came to visit that late spring. We gabbed about the upcoming baby, and what I thought the sex would be. I told them, even though I would have loved a girl to be born first, I was sure it was a boy. I was right, and I digress. One of the many things we did while we were together was shopped. We had a lovely outlet mall with great deals. One of the shops we loved the most was a shoe store.
Now before you nod, and acknowledge your own shoe obsessions, you should know that I hate shopping, and have no great love of shoes. I did however fall in love with a particular shoe. A bastardized tennis shoe at that. The Skechers athletic mule. So basically it looked like somebody had cut the shoe off behind the heel. But I was in love. Completely white with the trademark *S* in white rhinestones. I walked away from that store empty handed, but came back later because I couldn't get that sneaker out of my mind. I bought it and took it home.
Do you know how hard it is to get used to a half of a shoe, after walking in the sedan version your whole life? Yet, I persisted, and grew to appreciate those shoes more every day. Eventually I threw my old tennis' out. Why would I need them with my new, super terrific sneaker mules?
I finally retired those shoes in March '06. I never bought another pair while I had them. That's right, for 4 years I wore the same tennis shoes every day, and they still looked damn good.
But alas, they were no longer that comfortable, and a shoe shopping I did go. I looked everywhere, high and low, for the perfect athletic mule to replace them. Sadly, there were none I could approve of. At the end of my shopping rope (have I mentioned I despise shopping) I bought some Reeboks. Hated them. Took them back and bought the regular Skecher tennis. I like them.......But I long for my mules.
I miss them. I don't want to have to put my shoes on. I want to slip my feet into my shoes. I'm lazy like that. I don't want to have to kick my feet out of my shoes, I simply want to walk out of them. Is that really too much to ask? I don't think so. I've been sneaking around in my old sneakers, to my new shoes chagrin.
I don't care. I'm in love with a pair of bastardized shoes, damn it.