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Jan. 27th, 2006 06:36 pm
bluiis: (Beach)

   I made the worst fudge earlier.  See, when I went to PCC, I worked in the bakery and loved my job.  We used to make fudge, but it was a quick kind and was ready in less than a half hour.  I found a recipe in Ginny's cookbook for five-minute fudge.  It called for chocolate pieces, but I figured I could substitute cocoa powder.  First mistake.  It also called for evaporated milk.  I had sweetened condensced.  Second mistake.  I also jumped the gun and put the cocoa in before giving the milk, sugar, and salt time to simmer.  Mistake number three.

   To make a long story short, I ended up melting almost half of the plastic spatula (which, of course, I didn't notice till I was pouring my concoction in the dish).  So after if firmed, I cut myself a slice and was content w/ pulling out the many slivers of platic.  Until I tasted it, that is.  Yyuuuuck!  Grainy and all-around nasty.  Ick, ick, ick!  From now on, I'll follow the recipe book to the "t"!

   So as I was typing all that, I looked over at Jill.  She had a mouth full of something, and when I looked, I saw the deep finger marks in the butter.  I could help laughing, and it was my fault.  I left it there in the open, ready for butter-lovers everywhere to take a sample. :D

   I'm excited.  I had no idea what to do w/ the chicken in our fridge.  But I went to (thank you, Sarah, for this lifesaving website), and found what I think will be a great recipe.  Yippee!  Oh, and I'm also touched.  Contrary to what you may believe, I'm not a bad cook (though I've had my share of failed experiments, let me tell you).  But Jon (out of the blue, too) told me that my cooking has improved.  *grins*  But seriously, I've done most of the cooking since we moved here, so I should hope so.  He always did most of it before.  Though it's still not one of my favorite things.  Maybe I'll be lucky and have a child who enjoys to cook. *crosses fingers*

   Oh, yeah, and I just rewrote my bio.  I think it's the best so far.  Short and to the point.  I hated my first one and my second was weird.  Maybe I'll make a friend; I read someone else's journal and commented a bunch.

   I keep waiting for this kid to move, and he (or she) just doesn't want to!  It wasn't till well into my fifth month w/ Jill that I felt her move, but I've heard you can feel the second one sooner.  C'mon kid, start kicking!

   Sorry for all the rambling.  Y'all have a great night!

bluiis: (Iris)

   This has been a tough morning.  I don't think I'll throw up anymore, though, so that's a good thing.  It got to the point where it was that gross green stuff in your belly.  Eww!  But I had a few bisuits and some watermelon, so that seems to have helped.

   I hope we get my car back by Friday!  Jon's needs repair.  He has a loose transmission valve (or something like that), and so it leaks out.  The guys at the repair shop in FL said they fixed it, but they didn't.  He was going to take it back, but then we moved.  So he put transmission fluid in the other day, and it was gone the next morning.  It had all leaked out overnight.  So we definitely can't take that car.  But mine's in the shop getting fixed.  Hopefully, it'll be out in time.  <crosses fingers>  We've been trying to get down to Steve and Jen's for a while now, and this weekend is perfect, cuz Jon has Sunday and Monday off.  Since it's a holiday, we figure they either have it off or can get it off.  I know they're trying.

   I think I can finally safely say that we have crossed the hurdle.  Jill goes to bed every night w/ no qualms, and every day (except Sunday) has no problem w/ napping.  On Sundays, she sleeps in church.  So she's not tired after lunch.  I keep her up till three, but she fights it every time.  Yesterday, she didn't sleep till four, and then only for an hour.  <sigh>  Somehow we've got to break her of sleeping through church.

   Not much is happening here.  It snowed this morning, and we're going to go out to play later.  But we play every day, so that won't be much different.  Except the sun hasn't shone once today.  It's gonna be cold!

bluiis: (Beach)

   Though why I'm drinking it is beyond me.  I'll need to get up at 2am.  I'm not even four months along and you can barely tell I'm pregnant (and only if you look), but this little tiny person is jumping on my bladder.  Get off, I tell you!  It's not a trampoline!!

   There.  Now that that's settled.  We went to Berwick today.  It's in Maine, and about a half hour from Kittery.  It was okay, but we liked Somersworth and Rochester/Dover better.  Berwick didn't have much class, but if it's cheaper, we'll live there.

   I've been the worst poster lately.  It's like a roller coaster.  On the way up, it's a miracle I write at all.  But then I get to the top and on the way down, I write so much I bore even me.  <sigh>

   Really, I don't have much to say.  It's almost an hour past my bedtime, and if I keep this up, I'll make New Year's.  Whoopee.  Maybe I'm getting old, but c'mon, it's just another day.  Another year has passed, but it all seems kind of pointless to me.  Unless, of course, people decide they want to send my presents to celebrate the new year.  In which case, I will make the sacrifice and stay up till the magical hour of midnight.  I might even curl my hair.

   Speaking of presents, Jason's was late, but I ordered it and had it sent off.  I got it today.  How dumb am I?  I had it sent here!  But at least it's a gift cad--it'll just cost me a stamp to get it to him.  Grrr.  Definitely a blond moment.

   Speaking of blond moments, I want to clear up confusion for the whole human race.  My hair is blond, but it's dirty blond.  It is not brown; I am not a brunette.  It has always been blond.  Maybe you people think I just want to be blond.  Nope.  I am.  And have you heard the jokes?  As much as I love them (cuz they are funny), would I put myself at the needless expense of these jokes if I didn't come by the color naturally?  I mean, c'mon people!

   Really, my brain is screaming at me to stop thinking (cuz it's not really working--the connections to my fingers keep short-circuting).  So good night people!

   Okay.  I guess I'm a glutton for punishment.  I don't want to go to bed.  I think I'll go redo my profile.

bluiis: (Default)

   Get ready for mush!

   Gosh, I love my baby.  She's so good.  Now don't get me wrong; she's getting more spankings these days than she's ever gotten.  But she tries.  And she's at the age where she's learning everything at light-speed.  It's hard to keep pace with how fast her mind works.  And she picks things up really quick!

   I have to tell my bittersweet story from last night.  We did another musical thing with David last night (but this time Ben went instead of Bill).  Jill was okay, but not as good as usual.  She got two spankings.  She hasn't had to be spanked like that in a long time.  The first one was normal--you know, tears, then we went back into the service.  The second spanking was the tear-jerker for both of us.  I told her I was disappointed and that she knew better, then she got her spanking.  I let her cry, then I put her on the floor and talked to her, explaining that I understood her boredom and that it would be over soon, but that was no excuse for her behavior.  And I asked her if she would be good for mommy.  And this whole time I'm talking to her, she's got these little tears coming from her eyes, but she's not making a sound, and her lip came out, then went back in.  But the worst part was when I asked if she'd be good for me, she nodded her head, looking pitiful.  And she was much better.  We had no more problems after the second spanking.

   Then today, I felt so bad for her.  I know car washes scare her, but she's been getting better.  Until today.  As soon as it started, she started crying.  I had to bring her up with me and she buried her face in my chest.  She'd look up and start crying again.  Not that I blame her; it would probably scare me too.

   She's such a character.  She has to have her boots on at all times, but now it's evolved into her jacket too.  She wore it all morning.  And she wore all the bling she could find.  I thought all her play jewelry was in storage, but obviously I was wrong.  I love that little girl.  God has so blessed us.

   And I guess I'll tell my good news.  I'm pregnant again.  We don't have insurance, but God will help us.  I just hope we can find it cheaply up here.  I want a boy, but I did before and we got Jill.  Also, it'd be lots cheaper if we had a girl; I've already got bundles of clothes.  But anyway, whatever God wants us to have is what we'll get.  And this time I'm more prepared emotionally.  Cuz it was tough the first time!

   Anyway, the house is a pigsty.  I should probably go clean before Jill wakes up.  Tootles!

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