Things You Thought You Would NEVER Say...

Kale! If you eat another of your shirts I'm going to make you go without clothing.

Feb 23, 2009

Blogger Templates

Okay, that's it!
Up with this shit I will not put!
Why in the hell can't I find a website with free blogger templates that don't suck? Pyzam has a few that are alright but if you use them all of your accessories and links disappear! My sister sent me to a website called "The cutest blog on the block" but they all sucked the big green weenie. (sorry Tobi but I am so not into the scrapbook look.) I want artsie in a deadly and dark sort of way type of layout.
Is that really too much to ask?

Chicken Enchiladas.

I couldn't get the camera before Amoo snagged her portion of dinner and dessert. Just imagine the missing pieces filled with similar looking substance.
Amoo requested that I make her enchiladas for dinner so I thought I would share this recipe with the world. It's so freakin' easy and so very yummy. Every warm, gooey bite sends a signal to my brain that says, 'happy, yummy, Mommy loves you goodness.'
My mom has made this for my family our entire life so I have always associated the taste with comfort and love.

The Easiest Enchiladas:

*Preheat oven to 350 Fahrenheit
*Spray 9x13 pan with Pam
*Boil five boneless skinless chicken breasts until thoroughly cooked ( about 2 hours on medium in lots of water )
*Drain chicken and shred the meat into a large mixing bowl
( if it doesn't shred it's not done cooking )
*Open two cans cream of chicken soup, one can full of sour cream (just fill one of the empty cans of soup with sour cream to measure) one small can of diced green chillies. Add all to the bowl of chicken and stir until blended.
*Place two heaping spoon fulls of mixture onto flour tortillas, roll and place in 9x13 pan.
*Pour one, (or two depending on how spicy you like it,) cans of mild green enchilada sauce over the rolled tortillas in pan.
*Sprinkle liberally with shredded cheddar cheese.
*Bake at 350 for 20 - 28 minutes, just long enough to warm it up.
*Serve with a smile and lots of laughter, (really it's the only way to do it properly.)

The best part of this dish is that it's great for parties where you know there's going to be people who can't stand hot Mexican food. But it's good enough to still appeal to the spicy food lovers, which I happen to be.
So, there it be.
It's loaded with fat and probably the main cause of clogged arteries in my family, but hot damn! It's so good.
Okay so you're probably asking yourself, "What's up with the chocolate cake?"
I originally made a yellow cake but for some reason it fell and burned because it was so thin. I'm like Bella's mom when it comes to cooking. Success is a random occurrence and half the time what I make is inedible. I still wanted cake for dessert so I made this chocolate one.


Feb 12, 2009

Queen of the glowing computer screen.

Okay. I need help.
I send my humble supplications out to Tobi the unchallenged expert of all things bloggish. Can you show me how to change my profile without having to re-do all my links and stuff?
I am most unworthy of your glorious intervention but will gladly offer up my eldest son as a sacrifice to your holiness. Can I convince you to ask for both my kids as a sacrifice?
Seriously, my blog spot is getting on my nerves and I need to fick it. Please tell me how, oh knowledgeable queen of the glowing computer screen.
I shall place sacred incense at the four compass points around the computer desk while I await your merciful assistance.

Feb 3, 2009

Who's the biggest BASTARD on the planet? Oh yeah... that's me.

It all started about a week ago when Phoenix started having severe tooth pain. He said it was the tooth in the very back on the bottom of the left side. I looked at it, and Amoo looked at it. It looked fine except there was a bit of gum over the edge of the tooth so we figured it just hurt because the tooth was cutting through the gums.

This past Saturday he woke up at 4:30 am screaming because it hurt so badly. I gave him ibuprofen and took his temperature because he felt very, very hot. He was running a fever of 102.5 and the left side of his jaw was swollen. I took him to the E.R. and they gave him some antibiotics. They thought his jaw was infected and instructed me to keep the dental appointment I had already scheduled for Tuesday.

By Sunday all of his pain was gone so it definitely was an infection.

Today we went to the dentist and for it being their first time we did pretty well. Kale only tried to bite off one finger.

Kale's teeth were perfect and had no cavities.

Phoenix's teeth were all fine except for the upper left tooth in the back. He never said it hurt on the top so we never thought to look up there, even the doctors at the E.R. didn't check there.

That one tooth had a cavity so large it was abscessed and had to be removed. We made an appointment for 1 pm the same day and went to lunch. After lunch I took the boys to walmart so they could pick out a pity toy. (You know, I feel bad for taking them to the dentist and letting them be tortured by evil nurses with sharp objects so... they get a toy.)

When we got back to the dentist I found out that I couldn't be in the same room as Phoenix. If it had been just me I could have but with Kale it was impossible. He would jump around and bump someone and the Novocaine would end up in someones eye, or something just as devastating.


I felt bad enough having to subject my eldest to a tooth extraction at his tender age, but when I was told I had to wait in the hall it felt like a mule had kicked me in the chest.

The whole time I worried and didn't even pay much attention to Kale who was sticking his head in each of the examination rooms to see who was getting a shot in their mouth or to ask each patient if they were getting laughing gas. The idea of a gas making you laugh entertained him to no end.

Of course, the nurse telling me to wait in the chairs didn't stop me from checking on Phoenix six or seven times in the 30 minutes he was in the room. There was a little window in the door so I could look through. And let me tell you what a terrible idea that was. Every spot of blood and every tear that fell from his eyes felt like a blow to my stomach. It was torture. Eventually I had to sit down and stop checking on him when one of the nurses asked me if I could keep Kale out of the drawers full of supplies. At last when he was done I asked the dentist if we could keep the tooth so I could hang it up in the bathroom. That way he will have a reminder of what happens when you don't brush your teeth correctly.

Normally they don't allow that because the infection from the tooth could spread if handled. But they wanted him to have a reminder of this experience too so they put it in a sealed sterile container and made me promise never to take it out. I'm going to get a picture frame for it and hang it up next to the mirror in the kids' bathroom.

I tried to get a decent picture of the whole in his tooth but I don't dare take it out of the plastic envelope so it kind of sucks.

The dark spot facing down is the cavity. It's huge!
So I feel like the biggest bastard on the planet today. I allowed my six year old to be tortured. Sure it was for his own good and prevented him further pain but it was still traumatizing. Maybe I should let him hit me.