Sunday, October 26, 2008

Cedar's Artichoke Spinach Hommus

Amazingly good. And I assume it's healthy because there's no sugar, dairy, or gluten in it. I figure that if Angela can eat it and Jack and Greg would refuse it, it must be healthy.

http://www.cedarsfoods.com/artichokespinachhommus.html

I think they sell it at Walmart, because it's on their website.

Yummy.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Coming soon...

...a Fair Use rant. And probably a little something about "guilty until proven innocent."




Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Over Her Dead Body

Surprisingly funny.

Even better than the candle...

So remember how I “didn’t” leave a candle burning all night the other night? Yeah, that candle was my new pumpkin spice candle that I LOVED, and because I burned it all night and it was a fairly small candle, the wax was pretty much completely gone. The house smelled good the next morning, but I didn’t get to use it after that.

Last night I came home to a brand new pumpkin spice candle on the counter with a sweet little “I love you” card from my husband.

I just wanted to take a minute to let you know that you mean the world to me!!” he wrote.

I just might keep him.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

"Not me!" Monday!


I definitely did not use a pair of pliers as a hammer to put picture hangers in the wall this weekend because I was too lazy to go find a proper hammer.

And when I hung a picture crooked and couldn't fix it, I didn't just get a piece of double-sided tape and tape one side to the wall.

I didn't decide not to bathe the dog this week because I forgot to do it before I cleaned the bathtub and I didn't want to dirty it again.

We didn't skip church this morning to go to breakfast with my parents and because the Cowboys game started before church would let out. Who would do that?

I did not use an office rubber band to put my hair up at work because I was too lazy to walk out to my car and get a hair rubber band.

I didn't spill coffee all over my lap this morning.

Last Wednesday, I did not take the dog with me to pick up the pizza, and then leave her in the car with the pizza when I ran in to get some groceries. If I did, I wouldn’t be surprised with the result that inevitably incurred.

After the dog ate part of the pizza, I did not still decide to serve the rest of it to myself and my husband for dinner.

I do not have a plant in my office that I keep killing and bringing back to life by forgetting to water it then flooding it, and its pot is not only half-filled with soil because I keep forgetting to bring more for it.

I really didn't leave a pumpkin spice candle burning all night last night. That would be irresponsible and hazardous!!

I didn't spend $50 at Hobby Lobby on scrapbooking organization stuff.

When Jack called me yesterday, having forgotten the change for the taekwondo school and asking me to please bring it to him, I did not grab some leftover pasta out of the fridge, heat it up, and scarf it down before I left because I had forgotten to eat all day.

I definitely did not intentionally stress my mom out yesterday by pretending I was going to vote for Obama.

I didn't call five friends when I saw that Kellie Pickler wrote on my myspace wall. She's just a person, after all.

I didn't write and design my christmas letter two and a half months early because I'm so excited to send them out this year.

What didn't you do today?

A sneak peak...

At our Christmas letter!

And yes, I used digital scrapbooking elements from http://shabbyprincess.com/. Did I mention that I love them??

Merry Christmas! :)

The Answers

The answers to my work questions the other day; if you haven't already left me a comment with your answers, leave one before you read mine.

1. If you found out your spouse was your biological sibling, would you stay with that spouse (assuming you and the spouse/sibling would no longer have the option of having biological children)?

If I found out Jack was my brother, I'd drop him like a hot potato. That's gross. Jack said he'd do the same thing. No kids, no strings. Easy break.

2. Will we go to the bathroom in heaven? (There will be feasting in heaven - Isaiah 25:6, Matthew 8:11, Luke 14:15 and Revelation 19:9 - so do you think we'll still have to go to the bathroom?)

No. I don't think we'll have to go to the bathroom in heaven. Not because having to go to the bathroom is a product of a sinful world, because I believe that's a part of a perfectly designed body. But I don't think we'll have the same bodies, so I think we'll be able to feast without going to the bathroom.

There you have it.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Oh my goodness.

Kellie Pickler just wrote on my myspace wall.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Who wants a date with Mandy??

Since I have obviously forgotten how incredibly stupid it was to make all my wedding invitations, I have decided to make all of my Christmas cards this year. Would anybody like to have a Christmas/other card-making night with me at my house? Leave a comment with when you’re available if you want to play!!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Work questions of the day

1. If you found out your spouse was your biological sibling, would you stay with that spouse (assuming you and the spouse/sibling would no longer have the option of having biological children)?

2. Will we go to the bathroom in heaven? (There will be feasting in heaven - Isaiah 25:6, Matthew 8:11, Luke 14:15 and Revelation 19:9 - so do you think we'll still have to go to the bathroom?)

Leave a comment. I'll give you my answers to these questions tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Lots of meticulous work, anyone?

Here's how to print stuff backwards and cut it out with an x-acto knife (for all of you who are crazy enough to do such a thing for your scrapbook titles etc.):

1. Open Microsoft Word, and create a new "Word Art"

2. Type in what you want to cut out and choose the font and size you want it to be.

3. Select the word art and choose "flip horizontal" in rotation options.

4. Print your backwards text, place on cutting mat, and cut out the inside holes first, then the rest of the letters.

Of course, it's much easier to just get a wishblade! :)

AWANA projects

Here's what I've been working on lately...

These are some cards I made for my 8-year old AWANA girls. They were so excited to get them in the mail! They're also super easy - just one peice of patterned paper on top of a blank card, a 1" strip of solid paper on the side, then a patterned heart cutout matted on a solid larger heart cutout. I used my wishblade to cut out the letters for their names, but you can also use stickers or bought dye cuts for this.



Okay, so this was a little crazy. It all started with a magnet roll. I saw it and thought "I should make my girls magnets to remind them about our food drive!" A little bit of cardboard, red and white paper, and some more letter cut-outs later, we had Campbell's Soup look-a-like magnets, personalized for each kid. The problem was that the wishblade wouldn't cut their names out because I think my blade is a little dull, so I printed them backwards and cut them all out with an x-acto knife. But they're done!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

And on Day 4, God created daylight savings time and time zones

Last night, at AWANA counsel time, Tiffany was taking the kids through the seven days of creation. You know, day one, God created day and night; day two was the separation of water and sky; day three was dry land separating waters; day four was the sun, moon, and stars; day five was birds and sea creatures; day six was land animals and humans; and day seven, God rested.

Tiffany asked the kids what God created on day one. Somebody raised their hand and said “day and night.”

“Great!” Tiffany said. “And what did God create on day two?”

A little boy raised his hand.

“Yes?” Tiffany asked.

“Morning and evening,” said the little boy.

And on day three, God created “earlier that morning” and “later that night.”

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

I really hate it when...

...people tell you their kids' ages in months after the first year. Guess what? There's no "19 months" old. Round to the closest half year and leave it at that.

Hellooooo Fall-ey!

Get it? It's like Hello Dolly. But with Fall. It's funny because it rhymes. It's punny! See? I did it again!!

I do not like cold weather, and the fact that Fall brings cold weather saddens me. HOWEVER, it makes me very happy that I have a new house to decorate for my first married holiday season, and so I am happy to report that I have been doing said decorating!!

This was funny - Jack and I decided we wanted to decorate for fall, and at almost exactly the same time, we said "we should do fall leaves on the mantle!" We have such good taste! Or at least, similar taste!!








We even decorated the dog!! The bow cracks me up, but we'll see how long it lasts.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Do you think anybody would notice if I put a Sarah shout-out in my broadcast?

On Friday, Sarah Palin visited Dallas to attend a private fundraising luncheon at the Fairmont Hotel. Chuck was invited to give the invocation, so Friday afternoon Chuck and Cynthia were very excited to attend the event. Chuck prayed, and then apparently, in her speech, Palin said that when she heard Chuck’s voice at the luncheon, she was excited (she didn't know he'd be coming because her assistant had set it up) because she times her work commute with the loca broadcast so she can listen to Chuck when she drives every day. So basically, I'm assembling a program that a potential United States VP listens to regularly.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

A stupid move

Last night, after AWANA, I wasn’t in the mood to cook, so I decided that it was a great night for pizza. Jack had bought these pizza coupons from a kid for a school fundraiser, with which we got a free large one-topping pizza from Papa Johns. Score. The only thing better than not having to cook is not having to cook and not having to pay.

Since I had left the dog at home all day, I felt bad about leaving her again, so I thought I’d take her with me to pick up the pizza. I told her she could come and she excitedly jumped in my car, rubbing her nose all over my windows and running around the backseat as I drove to Papa Johns.

“Stay here, Maggie,” I told her when I got out of the car to go get the pizza, as if she could go anywhere. “I’ll be right back.”

When I returned with the pizza, she was still in the backseat, still excited to be on the adventure.

“Jack likes brownies,” I thought. “I should surprise him with some brownies.”

Remembering that I didn’t have any eggs, I decided to drop by Brookshire’s, which was right next to Papa Johns, and run in and get some.

“I’ll only be a minute, Maggie,” I said, and went inside.

I speed-walked through the store, grabbing the eggs, lunchmeat, and bread that we needed, and headed to the checkout line. The incompetent cashier reminded me why I do not shop at Brookshire’s most of the time, and after a long delay while she tried to figure out how to scan a rubber ball for the customer in front of me, she finally rang me up and I was on my way.

As I walked out to the car, I saw Maggie in the front seat.

“Maggie, you can’t drive!” I said, amusing myself with my cleverness. As I got closer, I saw that she had a strange look on her face. Sort of a satisfied-yet-guilty look. I opened the door.

There was pizza everywhere.

“Oh no! Bad dog!” I exclaimed, as Maggie cowered apologetically. “How did I not see this coming!?” I asked aloud.

Maggie jumped out of the car to avoid my wrath, starting to scoot along the pavement on her belly toward the mostly-empty parking lot.

“No!” I yelled, grabbing her, and frightening her more. As annoyed as I was with her, I wasn’t keen on her getting run over by a car. I opened the back door and told her to get in. Still confused, she started to slink away toward the parking lot again. “Maggie! Get in the car!” I commanded, and she finally obeyed.

I shut the door and returned to the front seat to survey the damage. A half-eaten slice of pizza in my seat, and two uneaten pieces outside the box between the passenger and driver seats. I looked in the box. The rest were untouched. I threw the pieces that Maggie had taken out into a nearby garbage can and cleaned the sauce off my console with a napkin.

When I got home, I explained what had happened to Jack. He was pretty annoyed at Maggie for eating his dinner.

“So here’s the deal,” I told him. “I don’t think she touched the other pieces. It looks like she just got a hold of the first piece, then the second and third followed, but the box stayed closed.”

We looked at the pizza. It did appear to be untouched. If I told Jack I had removed the three pieces, he would have believed me.

“So I’m going to eat it. You can decide if you want to also,” I said.

He eyed the pizza carefully.

“I don’t want this one,” he said, pointing. “I think that might be a bite mark. But yeah, I can eat that.” Never let it be said that the Hornbuckles have high standards for food.

So there we sat, eating the questionable pizza and shunning Maggie, who presented toy after toy to Jack, wanting to play.

Jack still isn’t talking to Maggie a day later. Jack doesn’t share food.