Mathematical Mama

I was walking out to my car the other day to go somewhere... run a errand or something.  I saw these 3 girls... 10, maybe 11 year olds, sitting on their bikes across the street from my driveway. I didn't pay them much attention until one of them yelled, "Hey!  Will you be my best  friend?" I froze, really not knowing how to respond. One of the girls, seeing my uncomfortable state, yelled, "She's kidding."  to which I responded, "Ok.". Then I got in my car and left. This got me thinking... Why was my gut reaction so extreme?  Why did this question make me so uncomfortable? So, I let my over-analysis start churning. When I was younger, I always had a best friend. As I grew and matured, the name kept changing.  Inevitably, there were people who questioned, "Why isn't (insert name here) your best friend anymore...?  Doesn't that defeat the purpose?!" I've done a lot of thinking the last few weeks on this.  It's true, I

I was sooooooooo done with yesterday. After a pretty cranky day, I decided that I wanted fried rice for dinner. So I jumped onto the website for an Asian restaurant down the street from our house (they also deliver, cause I was feeling super extra lazy) and order some house fried rice, and a few things for my husband.  I got an order confirmation email right away. So we wait. ...and wait. ...and wait. ...and wait some more. 45 minutes tick by, then an hour.  I go back to the website to grab a phone # to make sure our order will get here before the place closes.  That's when i see they aren't even open on saturdays. *dramatic music* *falls to knees and shakes fist at the sky while simultaneously  bursting into tears* NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! So i warmed up some squash and ate some refrigerator candy... which was good, but not what my uterus... er.... belly wanted. So, i set out  to make some myself.  At first it just started out as fried rice, t

I have had a sweet tooth from heck the last few days.  I blame my uterus. Cause why not?!  Anyway, I  have been trying to feed the sugar-craving monkey on my back while still keeping with my wheat free diet, as i don't want to end up in excruciating pain... like you do. So, I tried 2 recipes today.  The first was for Vanilla refrigerator candy , and was banging. I don't have a lot of Swerve in my house, so I used KAL stevia, and it was delightful. The second was a pumpkin ice cream recipe.  I am searching for a link, but i think my computer might have gotten hungry and ate it up. Here's what i did: 1/2 c pumpkin (I had an open can in the fridge.  I used the rest) 1 frozen banana 1 splash of coconut milk 1 drizzle maple syrup 2 shakes pumpkin pie spice Spin that in the Ninja cup devour shamelessly with a spoon (I did share with my kids... promise.) I'm thinking of making some kind of spin on the Refrigerator candy with pumpkin... I'm on a pumpkin

So, here it is.  I'm writing it out to get all my thoughts in order, and so everyone knows the real reasons for why I am walking away from social media. Since I quit working, it feels like I live in a time vacuum.  I don't get nearly enough done around the house on a regular basis, and it seems like time slips through my fingers.  I'm cranky and irritable more often than not.  I don't cook very often.  What the heck do I do all day?!  Seriously... I want to know! The answer is Facebook. The more time passes, the  less comfortable I am with the 400+ friends I have being able to see everything I do, everywhere I go, and (here's the big one) pictures of my kids. So, I have been systematically "unfriending" people who I never talk to outside of social media.  This resulted in a rather uncomfortable confrontation which kind of kick-started my thoughts about this into overdrive.  Am I putting too much time into Facebook?  Am I making it a more important pa

...whether it be "Ramble on" or "Over the hills and far away"  or "Battle of Evermore".  All are quite appropriate in their own right. The last few months have been... strange.  Strange and wonderful. JP and ZG are growing like weeds and changing into little people.  This is both fascinating and terrifying. I have discovered (through a series of tests and trials) that I have quite a severe intolerance (dare I say allergy) to gluten. This makes me sad and resentful. I almost feel (dare I say) weak and high maintenance. I haven't really talked much about it, cause I almost feel ashamed.  Why?!  I couldn't tell you. i guess it's the sheer frustration that I can be transformed from the person I am; loud, confident, and, dare I say, funny... into this pile of useless flesh, crippled by migraines and digestive distress from eating... Baked goods. That's dumb as hell. Seriously.  Anyone who has known me for any amount of times know

Last week, baby girl got sick. I know that since this makes 3 times she has been sick in her whole life, that she was going to have it worse than anyone.  Fever, snot, cough... fabulous. The first night,  I was up with her all night making sure her fever broke with medication, and sitting up in the recliner so she could breathe and catch some sleep. So, clearly I caught whatever she had.  It wasn't as bad for me... tho I couldn't breathe out of my nose for days. Which is why I tried something that I had only heard old ladies ever talk about drinking. Let me set this up by showing you  this awesome mug .  I bought it when I was still working nights and had to involve a microwave when making tea.  The bottom plastic part is microwave safe, and the top has a little infuser basket in the top that drops down with the little lever on the side.  It's one of the best purchases I have ever made.  Not only is it dishwasher safe, but it also is super awesome for making my new, f

My baby  girl is getting so big! Today is a pretty big day for the missus.  I'll try to recap all of the firsts I have witnessed. 1.) When she woke up, she squealed ," Mommy!  Brother!  Daddy?" when I went in to get her.  She seemed disappointed that daddy was already at work. 2.) She asked for more cheese at lunch. 3.) She went straight to sleep at nap time, and slept almost 3 hours. 4.) She took a bite of her frozen yogurt in a tube, said, "Hot!" and blew on it to cool it down. 5.) She got super fussy when we were playing downstairs.  She kept reaching for me and saying, "UP!"  After a few questions, she said she was hungry and wanted a snack.  I said, "You know, you can just say "I'm hungry" and we'll take care of you. She looked at me in the face and said, "I'm hungry". 6.) I had her on my hip when the boys were finishing the basement pick-up before getting a snack.  Z pointed at the stairs and said, &q

Christmas is over. My handmade things all got done in time! New Years Eve has come and gone.  We had a blast first with family then with friends later in the evening. My house is relatively clean, and JP is gearing up to return to preschool. The routine is snapping back into place. One thing that needs to be added to the existing routine is more "take care of me" time.  I need to take time to get moving a little each day.  I really want to start running again, but the whole gallbladder business has left me as heavy as i was right before Sweet Z entered the world.  Y.I.K.E.S. So, for now, I'm starting slow.  Making the time every day to get off my bum. I just downloaded a bunch of demos on the kinect, like Zumba and Biggest Loser. I'm also committing to myself to write more, both here and at my  knitting blog .  I  have designed a few things that I need to get down on paper so they can be shared with all who desire to make them. For now... I need more cof