Expectations...

There are things in life that we just expect to work. Like expecting your alarm going off to wake us up in time.  Like flipping the switch expecting the light to turn on.  Or like putting your keys in the ignition and expecting your car to start. 

Last week the latter happened to me.  I went to the store and after shopping turned the key in my car and nothing happened.  I expected to turn my car on and to be on my merry say, running about town doing my errands.  Instead, I ended up waiting for AAA to rescue me with a jump to my battery.  The jump lasted me enough to get 3 miles into driving until the car just shut down and i ended up on the size of the road.  (in a No Parking, Tow Away Zone no less!).  The same AAA tow truck guy came to give me and my car a lift to the dealership where we get repairs done. 

An hour later it was discovered that not only was my battery dead, but my breaks were dangerously close to being worn out completely and my tires were bald!  I expected the battery but not the other issues and certainly not for them to be as bad as they were!  If it weren't for my battery, I may have ended up in an accident and someone may have been hurt - and it could have been the most important someone to me, my son. 

Oddly enough, the situation I found myself in today paralleled something happening in my personal life.  Sometimes we coast through life, expecting it to remain the same as it has always been.  We sometimes take for granted that everything functions as a well oiled machine until something stalls and we need a tow from a bad situation to a better one.  Sometimes a quick jump will help us get to where we need to go and sometimes it will only take us half way there before something dire happens.  And sometimes after further introspection there is more wrong than just the issues that produced the stalling symptom.  At this point it should be considered a blessing that these other arising problems were discovered before they caused catastrophic results.  Especially because there were no other symptoms that would show you there was a big problem growing; one that could not be seen unless you were looking for it or underwent a physical to check and make sure everything was ok 

Now there are two roads to travel.  One path is to ignore the problem and not fix it until it was fully seen.  Or road two, address and fix the problem.  Both roads come with a price.  One price you pay later and the other you pay now to insure security and safety.  Either way the price is painful, but to me paying to get my breaks replaced before they wore out completely was the best and wisest option.  Fixing the unseen issues took a toll on our wallet, but I know that it was well worth taking care of now.  

It's been a week and my car has been working just fine.  But there are times when I wonder if it could break down again. When I see a tow truck.  When I pass by the place where I was stalled on the side of the road.  Those reminders can never be removed and will serve as a reminder that not everything is always going to work like it always has or have grown to expect.

Fake Cookies

Yesterday I offered Kian a oatmeal fig cookie that I brought home from Cream & Flutter. He took a bite and wasn't a fan so it was onto a different snack.

A little bit later I asked Kian if he wanted to have cupcakes or cookies for his birthday this year. He said that he wanted cookies - not sugar cookies but chocolate chip without frosting or any other fixings. My first thought was ah, ok.... how am I going to work this out!

A while after that I thought I would ask him again and make sure he was for sure on the idea of cookies since I was going to buy themed cookie cutters to make cut outs of chocolate chip cookies (yep, there's a recipe for them!).

"Yep, but I don't want those fake cookies."

I was perplexed, "What do you mean? Like those cookies you buy in the store and bake?"

"No, like those cookies in there," he pointed to the kitchen.

Once again I was perplexed until I thought for a bit, "Do you mean the fig cookies?"

"Yeah, those fake cookies."

It was then that my son and I had a discussion about figs being a fruit and no fruit would be involve in the making of his birthday cookies LOL!

And the diet comes to an end....

Yesterday we finished our diet and had our first splurge day. I have to say that I was really looking forward to it, but being in the middle of it I started realizing that my view of food has completely changed from before we started dieting.

Jameson and I ate lunch at our favorite Indian restaurant - and as usual got their buffet. My first (and only plate) had two small pieces of naan, a scoop of basmati rice, and a scoop of chicken tikka masala. I couldn't eat it all! It was then that Jameon and I decided that if we do Indian again we will get one order and split it. Before I would have two plate of food, countless pieces of naan, and the carrot puree desert. Bleh! I have no idea how I did it...and I will never go back to being that person again....

That evening we decided to have dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, El Toro. Since we went almost 10 weeks without cheese or carbs we were excited to dig in. Of course I order what I usually do - a combo that has a chalupa (the real deal, not the Taco Bell crap), enchilada, and a taco. I could only eat the chalupa....the rest of it came home with me in a box. Granted, I did have quite a few tortilla chips with their salsa, but not enough to ruin my entire appetite! But I was happy eating just the chalupa because if I would have ate more I would have felt sick to my stomach...just the whole chalupa was making me feel uncomfortable!


To top it all off, I brought home some cupcakes after I was done with my frosting shift at Cream & Flutter. Now this, unfortunately, is the one food that is the bane of my existance. The gourmet cupcakes that we serve or beyond delicious and enter into the heavenly category. They are hard to resist and I must keep my indulging to weekly. Having a cupcake every day got me to the 30lbs that I packed on before! But one cupcake a week - on our splurge day - helps me enjoy the delicious cupcakes I help create without the guilt.

After all was said and done, splurge day was not what I expected. Sure we ate food that we had been looking forward to having again. But my view of food is so different now it's not quite as exciting as it used to be. I'm not looking at what will just taste good, but what my body will accept as good fuel.

So today we went back to eating as we were when we were on the diet to help our bodies readjust to all those carbs and calories that its not used to having to process. And you know what? I actually don't mind going back to a meat and two veggies. I know it will not only taste good, but my body will thank me for it :)

Dinner tonight: Grilled top sirloin, roasted asparagus and mushrooms with a bit of EVOO, Real Salt, and fresh ground Garlic Pepper seasoning. So hard to eat....NOT! lol

Before and Afterish Photos

We aren't completely done with our diet, but we are nearing the end of our weight loss part of the plan. As we approached this part of the diet, I started to look through photos of myself from before the diet and it was hard for me to see a difference. I know I lost weight, I know I have gained a new sense of food and how to make better decisions on what I put in my body. But it was just hard for me to see the difference.

So today I finally emailed my coach and asked to see the before photos she took of me the day before we started our journey. She took a front view and a side view. So I asked Jameson to take both a front view and a side view of me today so I could compare. And I gotta say, now I can see the difference!

So, here we go!

Photos below taken November 29, 2011:

Below photos taken February 1, 2012:

Goodbye 30lbs!

Today was our last weigh in before we started Phase 3 of our diet. During Phase 1 and Phase 2 we are extremely limited on the amount of carbs we can ingest. During Phase 3 we start reintroducing carbs during breakfast. That means that tomorrow morning I get to have the one thing I have been craving over the last 9 weeks...a peanut butter sandwich! Funny how such a simple thing can become the top desire on my list.

So in the last 9 weeks I have lost 30lbs exactly - yep, exactly...how freaking weird is that?!? We will gain some weight back with Phase 3 - water weight from the carbs being reintroduced. But over the last 9 weeks we lost weight, got rid of two of Jameson's meds, and most importantly learned to eat in a while new and healthy way.

The oddest thing is that I honestly don't feel like I've lost that much weight. I feel as if I look the same as I always have, just things fit a bit better or are a little loose. Jameson says he can see a difference - I guess I need to get some recent photos of myself and take a good hard look :p I do feel better about myself and healthier - which was the point of the whole diet!

Halloween 2011

This was our 4th year trick or treating in cold Illinois. It also marked the 4th anniversary me meeting our good friends, the Traficantes, and the beginning of playdates with our kiddos.

This year I decided to dress up a little so I snagged some Minnie Mouse ears and gloves from Disney World the last time we went - it was pretty fun!

Kian decided to be a Red Power Ranger - Samurai this year - yeah I know, those of you without boys Kian's age are wondering what in the world that is...it's pretty much a super hero :)

Our quest to find this costume was not an easy one. Kian only wanted to be the Red Power Ranger. It had to be Samurai and it had to have a sword.

After looking online, I saw that the costume did not come with the sword so our mission was set. We hopped in the car and set out for the nearest store in search of the Power Ranger Samurai Sword. It's a mission that could not have been completed without Kian since I have little knowledge of the Power Rangers in general and the sword had to be specific.

On our first stop we found the costume in his size, sans sword. Even though Kian *needed* the sword I decided to get the costume anyway figuring it could always be returned. Then we were off to our next stop. Where does one go to find a very specific toy? Yep, Toys R Us. After a quick look through the aisles in the boys section and a lot of redirecting of Kian (we had to complete our mission before perusing the rest of the toys!) we finally found the Power Ranger area. Kian pointed to a toy and said that was the sword. After asking him if he was for sure that this was the right sword and his final answer being - "yes, mom!" *sigh* I knew our mission was over. Then it was on to looking through the rest of the toys. And upon coming home the sword went in the closet with the costume until All Hallows Eve.

This year I think Kian hauled in the most candy he's ever had! And he of course had a blast ToTing with his friends - and also ToTing around the Volition offices (which was where the Power Ranger was most recognized).

And as for myself, I had a blast not only walking along with Kian while he ToTed but also making Halloween goodies for Cream and Flutter.

Here is my handy work! I frosted all the vanilla "jack o cakes" and the "orange and black" cakes (they have orange frosting piped in the center before being dipped in chocolate ganache) as well as the pumpkin sugar cookies. I also made the black and orange sprinkles!!! (The fondant was done by the owners of the store - so I can't claim that). But I am pretty proud of the yummy treats I helped make for others to enjoy :)

Lessons of the Week

In the past few days I have learned that the curve ball life throws you when you're not even ready for it can turn into something way better than you had thought. And those scraped knees....well, I've learned a lesson. Painful one at that but it's learned. Now it's time to move on.

There's nothing I can do about curve balls or the actions of other people. But there is something I can do about how I handle what comes my way.

It's a Beautiful Week...

Sometimes you're driving along and a speed bump is suddenly in your path. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you're not even ready at the bat. And sometimes you're walking along a familiar street to be knocked down by a passerby. These moments conger feelings of shock, anger, sadness, and just plain walked upon. And it's moments like these that real friends reach out with a hand to help you up.

It's only Wednesday and that's been my week so far. I've moved passed the speed bump last night - that's all it was, a speed bump in my life. But I'm still trying to accept the curve ball and find a new way to deal with this pitcher. And my knees are scraped from being pushed down.

"It's a Beautiful Day" is now the running mantra in my head. I am reminded of it every time I look at my right wrist where I have 'beautiful day' tattooed in Gaelic. It's the reason why I got the tattoo in the first place. It reminds me that when things are rough there is always something to be thankful for- to keep you rolling on in life.

So why is my week "Beautiful"?

1) I'm alive

2) I am loved and cared for

3) I have a wonderful son and an amazing husband who have been awesome this whole week

To quote another U2 song: "it's just a moment, this time will pass."

And until then every day will be a beautiful day - no matter what.

Remembering 9/11/01 10 Years Later

When someone says the numbers 9 and 11 together one thing immediately pops into every American's mind. If you were alive on 9/11/2001, you remember where you were when you first heard of the plane crash into the World Trade Center. I personally can recall that day vividly.

I was living in L.A. area at the time with my aunt and her family. I was woken by my cellphone ringing. My fiance said something like, 'A plane crashed into the World Trade Center' or ' New York is under attack.' My mind was still foggy and I thought I was dreaming. I believe I said, 'what?' about 10 times before in he told me to turn on the TV. So I went into my cousin's room, where the closest TV was to me, and turned on the news to see replays of the planes hitting the World Trade Center. I could barely believe what I was seeing. It was something I didn't want to see over and over again but had to because it was just so unbelievable.

I kept the news on as I got myself ready to head to work. Even though I lived in the LA area, it was far enough away that I didn't have to worry about being hurt from any other attacks. I worked retail at the time. Most of us just stood around watching the news in the electronics area. We had one person come in the store the whole day...well, my our area anyway.... no one was going about normal business - even as far away as a smaller city north of LA.

The attacks that occurred 10 years ago on this day impacted America as a whole. It broke all of our hearts. But it also united us in our American spirit.

U2 360 in the (RED) Zone!

Tuesday, July 5th my husband and I headed up to Chicago to see U2 for the second time this tour. We were supposed to be at this very show last year, but the tour was postponed after Bono injured his back. Thankfully our tickets (purchased 18 months prior to this date) were still good! So all we had to do was show up :)

Our tickets were in a very special area; the (RED) Zone. If you're not familiar with Product (RED) here's a short explaination. Companies provide (RED) products for people to buy and a portion of the sale goes to (RED). The consumer gets a product and also buys AIDS/HIV meds for women in Africa. (RED) has saved so many lives over the last 10 years or so - you should check it out! Everyone uses something that is provided through Product (RED) :)

Anyway, our tickets were (RED) Zone tickets which put us on the outside ring of the stage. And not only that, it helped to buy quite a bit of AIDS meds - it was a major feel good purchase for me in many ways :)

Wonder how close we were to the stage? Check out the photo below. The outter ring was just feet away from us.

And here I am with my wonderful husband who puts up with my crazy U2 fandom :) The "Claw" is right behind us. Pretty cool self photo!

After the show started I could barely believe my eyes. This was the 7th U2 show I had been to and the closest I had ever been to the stage. I was able to see the guys without having to look at the screen (and they weren't as big as ants when I did lol).

Since we were on Adam's side of the stage, he came out on the outter ring more than any other band member. And he usually stood in our section for a few minutes rather than just walking by which is what everyone else pretty much did. Check out the super cool photo my hubby got for Adam.

Bono took his time coming down from center stage to our area. He only walked by (ok, he slowly swaggered in his Bono way) but you better believe I reached out as far as I could trying to touch him! I could not believe I was that close to him!

Below is a photo of Bono as he walked past us for a second time :)

I honestly could go on for days about how amazing the concert was. One very special thing happened that I will never forget. When they played Where the Street Have No Name, it started to rain...just a short rain... But even Bono acknowledged how special it was saying that something special always happens at their concerts in Chicago - and even highlighted saying during their Popmart Tour that their stop in Chicago gave them a confidence in what they were doing.

It was an amazing night of music that also touched my soul - just as every other show I have ever been to has done.

Enjoy the video below. It's of Bono walking by and making eye contact with my husband as he was filming (hence the crotch shot by accident lol)

New Recipe #1 - Tuscan Chicken with Mushroom Risotto

This is a Rachael Ray 30 Minute Meals recipe. I religiously watched her show when I was first married (almost 10 years ago!) and printed off a bunch of recipes I would like to try. A lot of them I never got around to because there were things I was afraid of (like shallots, fresh herbs) not to mention, our budget did not include being able to purchase these more pricey items. So this recipe, along with a few others, sat in a binder in the cupboard where I keep my recipes. It finally saw the light of day when I wanted to find something new to make.

I had never made risotto but I love risotto and found the courage to try making it. Well, my first got at it was not a success. Which was a shame because the mushrooms in it were one of the most expensive parts of the whole meal! But I guess you live and learn - which I did :)

The Tuscan Chicken (recipe listed at the bottom of this post) has a wonderful flavor and made the chicken very moist - even when the left overs were rewarmed. I did make a mistake though (I have to come clean), I forgot the to add the flour before I added the liquid at the end. So I wasn't able to make the rue as needed and the sauce was very runny. That is one thing I won't forget next time!

My words of advice if you decide to make this meal:

If you have never made risotto before, DO NOT use this recipe as your first go around. In a later post I will share a recipe I think it better for a first try at risotto. It's one that won't leave you in tears if you have to throw it away.

And don't forget to make the rue with the Tuscan Chicken! It's important in order to thicken the sauce...and no one wants to eat raw flour :p

Tuscan Chicken

Ingredients

• 2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken thighs
• 1 1/2 pounds chicken breast tenderloins
• Salt and pepper
• 3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
• 6 cloves garlic, crushed
• 3 tablespoons white wine vinegar
• 2 tablespoons butter
• 2 shallots, chopped
• 6 sprigs fresh rosemary, finely chopped
• 2 tablespoons flour
• 1 cup dry white wine
• 2 cups beef broth (yes, beef broth)

Directions

Heat a large, deep skillet over medium high heat. Season chicken with salt and pepper. Add 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, half the chicken pieces, and a couple of crushed cloves of garlic.

Brown chicken 2 minutes on each side and remove from pan. Add remaining oil, another single turn of the pan, remaining chicken pieces and garlic. Brown chicken 2 minutes on each side and remove. Add vinegar to the pan. Let it cook off.

Add butter, shallots, and rosemary to the pan and cook 2 minutes, add flour and cook 1 minute more. Whisk in wine, reduce 1 minute. Whisk in broth and bring liquids up to a bubble. Return chicken to the pan and simmer over moderate heat 7 to 8 minutes to finish cooking chicken through.

Wild Mushroom Risotto

Mushroom stock and vegetable stock are now available on soup aisle of market in 1 quart paper containers. They are both rich and deep in color. These stocks are necessary for the preparation of this dish.

Ingredients

• 2 ounces dried porcinis (look for these in produce department)
• 1 quart mushroom broth or vegetable stock
• 1 tablespoon (1 turn around the pan) extra-virgin olive oil
• 1 tablespoon butter
• 1 shallot, finely chopped
• 1 cup arborio rice
• 1/2 cup dry Sherry
• 4 sprigs fresh thyme, leaves chopped to about 2 tablespoons
• 1/2 cup (3 handfuls) grated Parmigiano-Reggiano
• Coarse salt and pepper

Directions

Place dried porcinis and stock or broth in a saucepan and bring stock to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer.

In a large skillet, heat oil and butter over medium to medium high heat. Add shallots and saute 2 minutes. Add arborio rice and saute, 2 or 3 minutes more. Add Sherry and cook the liquid completely absorbed. Add several ladles of hot stock or broth and reduce heat slightly. Simmer, stirring frequently until liquid is absorbed.

Remove mushrooms from water and reserve cooking liquid. Coarsely chop the porcinis and add them to the rice. Continue to ladle broth into arborio, half the remaining amount at a time. Stir mixture each time you add broth and remove from heat when the rice is cooked to al dente. Cool and store any remaining liquids if there are any.

The ideal total cooking time for perfect risotto is 22 minutes. The consistency should be creamy.

Stir in thyme and a few handfuls of grated cheese. Season your risotto with salt and pepper to your taste. Serve creamy mushroom risotto from the hot pan with warm, crusty whole grain breads.

Putting Passion Back into Cooking

A few days ago I was in the midst of my normal routine. I opened my recipe book and scanned through it to make our "menu" for the week and a list of needed ingredients. The recipes I had did not sound appealing. They were either ones that seemed more for cooler weather or ones that I had made recently. So I decided right then and there that I was going to make a goal for myself: make one new recipe per week for the next year.

In doing this I have rediscovered my passion for cooking. A lot of times I would see it as a chore. And now I start thinking that way but once I start cooking and the amazing aromas fill the kitchen, I feel the passion growing for making better food for me and my family.

My other goal is to post the recipe I tried each week along with my thoughts. I plan to post even if dinner is a failure - after all, not every recipe will be one to enter permanent rotation.

Need a laugh?

Check out this link: http://www.happyplace.com/4286/brilliantly-sarcastic-responses-to-completely-well-meaning-signs

Remembering...

Over the last few weeks Kian has talked to me about missing our dog Toby, our cat Allie, and his Papaw Jay. I've have no idea why he keeps asking me about them. And at random times he's said, "I miss Toby and Allie and Papaw Jay" and the tears begin to flow.

I knew that Toby (our black lab) passed away in the summer of 2008 so I went back to see when I posted about his death. He died on June 28th - which would make the time that Kian started mentioning missing Toby around the 3rd anniversary of his death. Odd....

Allie, our black and white cat, also died only 2 months later of a broken heart. She loved Toby, became depressed, stopped eating, and her body had an illness it no longer could battle. And Kian's Papaw Jay passed away in April of last year. Since we told Kian that Toby and Allie and Papaw Jay were all in heaven he groups them together.

Kian still doesn't have a good sense of time or uses the wrong words (says weeks instead of days or last year when it was yesterday), so it makes me wonder how his little barely 4 year old brain clung to the timing of Toby's death. Kian might not use the right words, but he has an impeccable memory. Still, it leaves me to wonder how he started talking about our beloved pets who passed away out of the blue and around the anniversary of Toby's death.

Life can be mysterious sometimes...

This Summer

So far this summer has been a hit - and is going by fast!

Kian has kept us busy with a myriad of activities. So far he has done a week long soccer camp and is currently doing t-ball and swimming AS WELL AS a reading class in the mornings for 2 hours! phew! It's the first summer I have worked outside the house, so it has made things interesting in getting Kian to and from activities plus doing the normal day-to-day things around and outside the house. Kian really does enjoy all his activities and if he didn't have them I am pretty sure he would be bored :p

Kian playing first base

No only have activities in town kept us busy, but things out of town as well. A few weekends ago we had the honor of attending Jamie's cousin (and Kian's godfather) wedding in Pennsylvania. Martin, the groom, has waited and searched for the right woman for a *long* time. Having found the right woman he snatched her up and married her while being engaged for only 6 short months - when you know it's right you know it's right :) Our long drive to and from IL to PN was worth it ;)

Martin marrying his beautiful wife, Lisa. Notice Jamie in the far right - a groomsman.

Then the day after we got back from our trip Jamie headed down to Orlando with some guys who worked on Red Faction: Armageddon to speak to the students at Full Sail University. To read more check out Jamie's blog.

Recalculated my Disney Vacation Ticker and....

I am shocked we are leaving in 67 days!!!!!!

Yeah, yeah - we just went to WDW in January and I haven't even finished posting the highlights from our trip (heck, I have an empty frame on our wall that I still need to fill with photos from our trip!).

So, why another trip so soon? Well, every year we get seasons passes to Great America or something like it. When we lived in Cali, it was Discovery Kingdom which was nice because I could look at animals, see an animal show and forgo the rides that make my motion sickness kick into full swing. :p When we moved to Central IL we got GA seasons passes. I gotta say, I hated it and sucked it up for 2 years....being the stroller pusher and lady-in-waiting for her guys to get off a roller coaster. Last summer I finally let it out that I really didn't enjoy going up there for a whole weekend - something I still feel guilty about.... So this spring, when GA was emailing us about the cost of seasons passes I was hoping that Jamie and the 7 year old would go on their own...after some glares I could see that was a no go.

"Why don't we do something we all enjoy?" was my suggestion in the hopes to avoid another summer of being the stroller lady-in-waiting. Once again I was met with a steely gaze and the question of 'like what'" So I suggested that the money we would spend on parking, passes, food, and hotel handful of times we would go up to GA, that we put that money towards another Disney trip. That was met with silence followed by some clicking on the computer key board so I went to go and do my own thing.

About an hour later Jamie was telling me about deals with Disney and how much a trip would be.... Ah....so yes, we get to do something we ALL love - not just like!

So in 67 days, Jamie can thank my motion sickness and determination to forgo my crown as the stroller lady. Those days are over! :)

And this is the craziness of our lives....

Phew!!!

The last month or so has been one big whirl wind for all of us!

St. Patrick's Week:

Jamie's Mom, step dad, and sister came up to deliver our new front loading washer and dryer :) They all had corned beef for the first time :) But earlier in the week I had convinced Jamie that we should try to look for a larger place to live - our place was just way too small. So we had appts to see places while his family was in town - and so Kian could hang with them while we were out doing stuff that was boring to a 6 year old.

Last week in March:

We sign our new lease and start preparing for our move - painting, slowly bringing things over to the new place.

Week of April 3th:

Jamie heads to LA to do an interview on X-Play for RFA. The stinker got to see my favorite aunt and her family for the second time in a year! :p Jamie is home a few days before his dad arrives.

Kian has his first soccer practice with his team on Tuesday. And thus the craziness of activities begins for this kiddo. His first game on Saturday is rained (well lighteninged out).

Week of April 10:

Jamie's dad arrives to help us on Sunday and Monday move the big stuff over to the new house. Jamie works hard to get things set up for Kian and I so we are comfortable while he's in Ireland.

Monday, Jamie leaves for Ireland having only spent one night in our new place!

Tuesday, soccer practice again. Saturday is super cold and rainy but they have their first game - they lose but Kian had a great time!

The rest of the week is filled with me working. And then packing, loading, unpacking, shopping, rearranging, cleaning....phew!

Saturday night Kian and I pick Jamie up at the airport YAY!

Week of April 17:

Jamie and Kian set out for Kentucky to pick up a brand new truck! Jamie worked out all the details (it's a place his step-dad buys from all the time and Jamie bought his last truck there) before he left for Ireland and got a great deal. They agreed to hold the vehicle for him until Monday. Which means, Jamie slept one more night in our new house before taking off again!

This time he took the little man with him so he could have some time with him - Jamie has been gone so long that I agreed it was ok for him to miss school on Monday to go along for the ride.

Let me tell ya, the house was so quiet that I had to turn a TV on to feel more comfortable lol!

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Phew! Just thinking about all that makes me tired! Thankfully after Jamie gets back with his new truck, things will calm down for a few weeks...that is until Kian's big birthday party arrives.

Apparently life just never slows down - just seems to get faster at times. But boy have we enjoyed the ride :)

Review on the game Jamie has been working on...

Featuring head writer and friend, Drew Holmes. Woot, Drew!

Loadin' up the truck

It's official! We're moving. No, it's not a huge move in way of miles but it is a huge upgrade for us going from an 800 sq. ft. place to 1600!

Oddly enough we started our search this weekend after I convinced Jamie that it was time for us to move out of this tiny place and get something bigger and better. This place was the second one we saw and we knew it was for us.

Now for the upgrades; the old versus the new:

• 1 Bathroom v. 2 1/2 baths (thank GOD!) which includes a full master bath
  
• a dishwasher named Sarah v. a machine to wash dishes (woot!)
• one car garage opened by human muscles v. 2 car attached garage with opener
• only one door to outside v. 3 doors leading outside including a sliding glass door off the living room that goes into the fenced in backyard
• 7 cabinets in the kitchen v. 12(!!!) cabinets with adjustable shelves
• about a 2 1/2 ft. counter work space v. probably triple the amount of counter space AND it's all granite!
• 4 small closets and 1 linen closet v. 5 large closets and 1 linen close

I probably could go on for days about how much better our new place is, but I won't because it will just bore you and I need to pack! ;)

Thankfully we will have both places through April so we can slowly pack and move over...but I gotta tell ya I'm wishing that I could be like Samantha on Bewitched and wiggle my nose to just move it all over there :p

Here are some photos taken from the listing that perked us to want to look at this place.

The living room looking back toward the kitchen. Sliding doors on the left side.

Living room from the other end looking at the front door. Notice the nice wood burning fireplace :)

The kitchen ♥

The half bath downstairs right off the living room.

It's the most wonderful time of the year....

no, no, no.... I'm not talking about Christmas. I'm talking about St. Patrick's Day! It's almost like Christmas in our house :)

It's the time of year that we celebrate our pride in our Irish heritage (even though in our house we do that every day!). It's the one time of year that I make corned beef and Irish soda bread (which is so flippin' good that I don't know why I don't make it when it's NOT St. Patrick's Day!

The day after Valentine's Day is when I start putting up my St. Patty's Day stuff - well, the things that aren't already up lol And you will hear traditional Irish music coming from the house more often than usual. And at night you can find me and Kian reading a book dealing with St. Patrick's day or Irish Fairytales or Myths.

Even though it's a happy time in our house there are so many things to remember about Ireland. I recently watched an episode of "Who Do You Think You Are?" where Rosie O'Donnell traced her roots back to Ireland and discovered that her family was brought over to North America during the Potato Famine. Whenever I thought of the Famine, I just figured our families scrounged for money and bough passage for themselves to immigrate. Through this episode, I realized how ignorant I was to believe that my relatives actually had money! I mean, they couldn't even feed themselves! Rosie discovered that her descendants were living in communal housing for at least a year - 4 children, men and women separated, babies 2 years old and older were separated from parents, and beds were just lined up in one large room. It really looked like concentration camps - sparse, dark, and gloomy. It was pretty much the last stop for those who had no food, no shelter, and needed help to survive. Her family petitioned to go to Montreal after being there for at least a year and the organization that headed up the work houses provided passage for the whole family to immigrate.

With this knowledge I have a new found pride in my Irish blood. The Irish people were tough! They endured through wars, famine, and persecution. They are fighters strong in spirit and will.

I can only hope that I have gained some of their spirit and will through my genes.