Hi, Friday-boy!
Guess what! You get to go to the groomer today! Doesn't that sound like fun??
What's wrong? Why won't you look at me? Is it something I said?
Don't worry, boy. You'll smell dirty-doggish again in no time.
I promise.
Hi, Friday-boy!
Guess what! You get to go to the groomer today! Doesn't that sound like fun??
What's wrong? Why won't you look at me? Is it something I said?
Don't worry, boy. You'll smell dirty-doggish again in no time.
I promise.
Today is Sophie's 10th birthday, and all she's talked about is how she's FINALLY in the "double digits." I'm so proud of my sweet girl, and for what a lovely young lady she is.
I have hundreds and hundreds of photos of my Sophie, but here are just a few of my favorites…
This was my favorite dress on her (she was at one of Sabrina's soccer games)…
This one cracks me up, bc the older girls and I were getting ready to head out to a cheerleading banquet, and we all bent over to have our picture taken with Sophie…but she bent over too!
My ballerina…
In the sprinkler with friends, one hot summer day…
She loved this little hat…
In the second grade…
If I've posted this once, I've posted it a thousand times, but I can't help it! It's my all-time very very very favorite picture. My brother loves his nieces, and they love him. 🙂
This was in the pumpkin patch a couple of years ago…
And here she was just a couple of days ago, making some cupcake pops to celebrate her upcoming big day…
Happy Birthday, Sophie! It's going to be a fun day. 🙂
I've had fun peeking around and taking pictures of different flowers just opening up…
If you've visited my mom's blog lately, you've seen parts of her lovely garden, and I'm excited for everything to open up bc it's all so beautiful. It's always fun to see what new things she and my dad decide to plant and grow.
The photo of the bloom below is from my own back yard, but it was in mother's back yard at one time. Last year she decided to thin out some things, and I was happy to take her hand-me-downs. (Wouldn't that be a sweet name for a type of flower?)
These daisies were given to me by a neighbor about 15 years ago, who didn't want them in her garden any more…
This little fellow was visiting an opening bud… just after I took this photo, he ran underneath a petal.
I love these sturdy little plants…
Oh – and one more thing my mother passed on from her garden to mine…
(Teehee)
That's it for the flower photos, but before I go I'd like to show you Brea's new hair cut… it was a really tough decision to get a whopping 10 inches cut off, but I'm glad she went for it. 🙂 Don't worry, sweet girl. It will grow back.
Just like the dandelions in Meems' yard.
I had a lovely Mothers Day, and I hope you did too. 🙂
One of the things I did to help my family celebrate me (haha) was to make them their favorite dessert… Oreo Freeze. If you'd like the recipe, I'm posting it just a click away at Four Seasons Cafe.
And after that, I'm off to drink some coffee and stitch!
OH! And before I forget, Sophie wanted me to please let anyone who will listen know that she has finally updated her blog. 😉 (Is that okay, Sophie?)
She came home from college this week to attend a concert downtown. I loved what she was wearing (it's so rare that she wears anything but a t-shirt and sweat pants these days), so I asked her if I could take a few photos of her.
Here's what I got.
(That look says "Mom. Please.")
(And that's the "Here's what I think of my sisters" look.)
("…And so I said like 'yeah,' and she said like 'yeah,' and so like he was like 'oh yeah'…")
(I have no idea what those are, but I do know that Breanna should maybe switch her major from journalism to theatre.)
(A-ha! There's the Bre I was looking for.)
Loved your dress, sweety. 🙂
Saturday was such a fun day for girly-girl things, and it almost didn't happen. Sabrina had not decided for sure if she wanted to attend the prom this year, and at the last minute she and her friend Max decided to go together. They both hung out with the same group of friends, they really didn't want to miss out on the social event of the year, and neither wanted to show up without a date, so why not?
Off Sabrina went to choose a dress, and Max bravely faced the price tag on a tux. They coordinated everything via text messaging – from the colors of the flowers to what time they were to meet up with friends. Don't you just love modern technology? It's how these kids roll, I suppose.
But after all was texted and done, the end result was positively lovely, and I was proud of them. 🙂
When Mike came home from work, he was as charmed as a dad can be, and lavished his baby girl with compliments… and she didn't mind one bit.
He wanted to check out her new nails too. (Mike has the gentlest hands of anyone I know, and I always thought he'd make a great surgeon. 🙂 )
(Btw, the new nails were a gift from her Meems!)
At 5:00 Max showed up, and despite his feeling like he looked silly in a tux (I imagine most boys feel silly in a tux at one point or another), he was quite handsome, and they looked very good together!
Soon it was time to meet up with their other friends at a nearby gazebo…
Sabrina and her best friend Katie are so much fun when they get together…
Sophie can't wait til it's her turn!
It was a beautiful evening, and I'm sure Sabrina and Max will agree… via text message, of course.
I love sitting here blogging on quiet Saturday mornings. It's one of the things I look forward to on the weekends (although it doesn't always happen). Recently I've discovered a couple of other things I love, and I thought I'd share them with you.
Keep in mind, I'm only giving you my opinion on these things – and as my parents used to say, "Paulette, opinions are like b**t holes: everyone has one, and they all stink." (Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure that was just my mom who said that, whenever I'd bring home an art project I made at school and told her I thought I did a good job on it.)
One of my favorite things to snack on is Wheat Thin crackers and slices of colby-jack cheese. But as I was passing through the cracker aisle at the grocery store the other day, I decided to try something different. And boy, was I glad I did!
I was quite surprised at the flavor these had – not at all what I was expecting! (Actually, I have no idea what I was expecting, but it wasn't…that.) Absolutely DELICIOUS! And I didn't eat them with the cheese… I took one bite and just kept on eating them by themselves.
Another craving of mine are these little things… Breanna got me started on them when she brought home a bag once, and curiosity got the better of me. Boring package… big flavor. LOVE them!
(Actually, I kind of like the package. It might be reflective of the simplicity of the ingredients… almonds, rice syrup, a little salt, and one more thing that I can't remember.)
Last night I made Mystery Chicken Enchiladas.. this may sound scary, but I actually made up the recipe myself, and since it was a mystery to me as to how they'd turn out, I call them Mystery Chicken Enchiladas.
They were fantastic, even if I must say so myself!
Here's the recipe, if you'd like to try them… and remember, I don't have an ounce of Latino in me, which means they are nowhere near perfect enchiladas, but I still like them. 🙂 (Do you think Dutch people ever made enchiladas?)
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PAULETTE'S MYSTERY CHICKEN ENCHILADAS
(Ingredients are in bold print for quick reference)
3 cooked chicken breasts, shredded and set aside.
Heat a skillet, and saute all of the following:
1/4 c. olive oil
1 pkg. taco seasoning (I used Ortega)
1/3 c. chopped onion
2 Tbs. chopped jalapenos
2 Tbs. butter
2 Tbs. fresh chopped cilantro
After you've cooked the above ingredients together for a minute or two, add them to the shredded chicken, along with 1/3 c. enchilada sauce from a large can. Mix well with a spoon.
Pour a little enchilada sauce from the can into a 9 x 13 pan.
Melt 2 Tbs. butter in a saucepan.
Fill 5 large tortillas with chicken mixture, and after rolling each one, place them into the 9 x 13 pan. Brush the melted butter on top of enchiladas, and drizzle the remaining enchilada sauce on top.
Top with however much shredded cheese you'd like (I used 2 cups shredded cheddar), and bake in a 425-degree oven for 25 minutes, or until the cheese is slightly golden and bubbly. Serves 3-5.
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Another fun thing to love are Barbie movies. Yes, I said Barbie movies! If you've never watched one of these, you're in for a treat. And you don't have to have a little girl to enjoy them! They're for grown-up girls too, provided you're not in the mood for adult drama or reality tv. I find them to be very lighthearted, colorful, beautifully animated, and just plain fun!
Sophie and I have quite a collection of them.
And usually she'll bring one along when she goes to visit her Meems. 🙂 They'll make popcorn and snuggle up under a quilt and watch one, and Sophie will have to answer all of my mom's questions, like, "Do you think Barbie knows how to make soup in a pressure cooker?" or "Do you think Barbie owns a Bernina? They really should make a Bernina Barbie." (Of course, since Barbie can do anything and owns everything, the answer is always "Yes, Meemee," with a heavy sigh.)
Speaking of popcorn, I'd like to say something to my dad:
Dad, when I was little and you and Mom used to send me to bed, I'd always hear you say to Mom, "Hey. You want some P-O-P?" I always knew that this was a code word for "popcorn," bc shortly after you'd say it, I'd hear Mom shaking up the pan on the stove, popping the corn away. It really annoyed me, especially when I'd come out from my room and say in a small, timid voice, "Can I have some popcorn?" and you and Mom would glare at me for interrupting your viewing of the Lawrence Welk Show.
And then I'd turn away and go back to bed, hungry.
Just thought I'd say that to you after all these years. And I forgive you.
Back to Barbie. Here's what Sophie and I rented the other night to watch… and since we both loved it, I'll have to buy it!
It's so much fun getting excited about things with Sophie. Her whole face lights up and she laughs when she talks. It's one of my very favorite things to love in the whole world.
And that's not just my opinion. Right, Meemee? 😉
When Mike took Sophie to the Keystone Snow Fort, Sabrina and I went off to ski. I'm not an expert skier like Bean (Bre is my snowboarder chick, and she couldn't go along with us bc she had classes to attend), nor do I aspire to be one. Although I love to go nice and straight and somewhat fast down a very easy bunny hill, I don't care for it when I actually have to try to control my skis. When that happens, the fun factor completely disappears for me. (And on the last run of the day – which also happened to be the steepest – I got to going SO FAST, I thought I was going to go airborne. After crashing down the mountain for what felt like 15 minutes of cartwheels, I opened my eyes to the bright sunshine, shocked that I was alive. The only thing that hurt me was my back, which got pelted with ice chunks when I started my own mini avalanche. A few moments later, Sabrina skied toward me and worriedly asked, "Mom, are you okay??!" I sat up and smiled, and she laughed and gave me the coolest compliment a teenager can give: "Mom, you are righteous!")
The next day, Sophie kept her promise to her dad and actually allowed he and Sabrina to teach her how to ski. They took her to a very small area to let her practice, and after only a couple of minor meltdowns, she got the hang of it and didn't want to stop. I, on the other hand, gave up after about an hour or so. Turns out my knee had taken quite a beating in the previous day's fall.
Here are some more photos from our trip…
I'm convinced that Colorado doesn't use roosters to wake up, but rather giant crows. This one was all the way across the parking lot on top of another condo, and I was wishing I'd had a slingshot each morning it decided to kaw-kaw-kaw-kadoodle-doo…
Why couldn't he be quiet like this guy, who was staring at him?
Here was Sophie, on Promise Day…
And here she was, a couple of days later!
One of our favorite places to eat is Bubba Gump's in Breckenridge…
Mike and I usually order the "Bucket of Boat Trash," but Sophie kept accidentally calling it the "Bucket of White Trash," which is why we don't let her place her own orders.
Outside of the restaurant there is a bench with a pair of Forrest Gump's shoes that you can put your feet into to take a picture. This year, however, there was only one shoe. We're thinking someone stole the other one.
When we're no
t eating out or walking in the village or skiing or sitting in the lodge, Sophie's favorite thing in the world to do is to swim in the outdoor heated pool when the temps are freezing. This is one of my favorite photos bc each night in the condo, when we were all worn out, we would pop in a dvd of The Office and eat popcorn. If you've ever watched The Office, you'll know exactly who Sophie looks like:
(Every time Dwight Schrute stares at the camera and smirks after saying "Assistant Regional Manager – same thing," I crack up.)
I also love this photo…
Sabrina scored some new goggles in a shop in Breckenridge. These suckers were expensive. Do you know how many Starbucks beverages I could have purchased for these things? Okay, not very many, but that's beside the point.
We also went snowmobiling on the Continental Divide while we were there. Once I got over the roar of the snowmobile and learned how not to be the slowest one of the group, it was a really neat experience. It's amazing how quiet it is at 12,500 feet. (That is, once Mike stops talking. For those of you who know Mike, you're laughing right now and nodding your head.)
Here we are with our instructor, Oz…
And here is Sophie, trying to decide whether or not to use the Port-o-Pines, as Oz called them, or wait until we got back home.
It was a really nice spring break, and I thank you for stopping by to share it with me. My knee is still giving me troubles, but it's nothing a few hot cocoas won't take care of. And at least I got out of playing any bored games in the condo this year. (I'd rather have both of my knees blown out in a thunderous avalanche than to do that.)