This and That

We took our first family vacation this last weekend. I know, I know. My oldest is almost four years old and this is the first real vacation we have taken, but what can I say? Hubby and I always saw trip with the boys more like work than an actual vacation. Yet now that they are a little older we thought we would go for it with two nights in Big Bear at a friend’s cabin.

Our trip was wonderful!

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We all have our quirks.

Things that make others look at us like we were strange aliens from a distant planet, or at least look at me like that.

Today I am confessing my oddities to the world and embracing them.

For example:

1. I have a strange and very intense love of the sound of falling water. Since I do not live by a waterfall I use the shower. I could sit and listen to the shower for hours…and have. It’s so soothing and I do my best thinking listening to the calm sound of the falling water on my bathtub.

2. I am obsessed with ironing. I iron all my and hubby clothes, even our jeans and shorts. I have now taken my obsession to my boys clothes, which hubby thinks is just plain certifiably.

3. No matter how bad things are or what horrible circumstances I am in, having a clean house somehow makes it all better. I honestly feel like a better mother, wife, and person when my house is clean.

4. I have never pinned anything. I don’t get it or see why it’s so appealing. (I told you I was weird)

5. I have to have three layers of blankets on me when I go to bed, plus wear thick socks and long pants. But somewhere around one o’clock in the morning I wake up complaining how hot it is. I kick off all the blankets, pull off my socks, and roll up my pants. This happens every single night, but I truly can’t go to sleep without being all bundled up. (This happens in the summer time too and usually involves waking hubby up to turn on the fan.)

Yep I am strange, weird, and odd. But aren’t we all?

I think if we all confessed our quirks and embraced each other for them this world would be a much happier place.

Happy Monday!

My hubby is amazing.

He is amazing for many, many reasons but today I am going to focus on just one reason; a recent development that makes him more awesome than he already was.

Since October my hubby has lost a total of thirty pounds! Thirty pounds! That is my entire youngest boy plus five pounds.

He is incredible!

For most of us this weight loss would be wonderful and brag worthy but for him it’s especially great for these reasons:

1. Hubby LOVES food and this weight loss has been due largely to his strong will power to change his eating habits.

2. Hubby was never a runner or a cyclist but now he is so into working out that he is running four and a half miles and riding over fifteen miles per workout.

Let me put his weight loss in a different persceptive. Hubby now weighs what he did in HIGH SCHOOL!

My hubby is amazing and this is just one more reason why!

Isn’t he a hottie?

I love Valentine’s Day. The day I celebrate my love for my God, my hubby, my boys, my family, and my friends.

My friend once said that she remembers her childhood as “magical”.  Her mother went all out with every holiday and created such special, memorable memories for her. That is what I want to do for my boys. So…

there was decorations,

there were little love gifts and cards,

and of course there was chocolate chip heart pancakes! Yummy!

Okay, this kid is just too ridiculously cute!!

I think he liked the pancakes.

So did I!

Hope your love day was wonderful!

So you may be wondering where I have been for almost two weeks.

Or you may be so thankful that I have stopped “typing” for once so you don’t have to listen to me.

But either way, I am back and really sorry that I have been gone for so long. The main reason I have been gone is because of the dread F word.

The Flu!

Oh it was awful. My youngest son got it first, then my oldest son, then me, and finally my hubby. There was a point when three out of four of us were down for the count. I was thrown up on more than I care to remember and laid on the bathroom floor so much I felt like I was back in college home from a sorority party. After three days we were all on the mend but it still took another two days to get our energy back and get into our routine.

I have also been working towards going back to work full time. As many of you know finding work is just like full time work. So that too has been keeping me away. I have made some excellent progress and feel very confident I will be able to announce some good news soon.

I have a bunch of other excuses too…like the boys have been getting up so early and one night they got up at 1am, 3am, and 6am. On days such as these I simply can’t think of anything interesting to blog about. My life seems very un-blog worthy.

I could go on but I will spare you my wine and cheese. Just know I am glad to be back and hope you are glad to be reading again.

Love you all!

Jami

It’s a question that has been asked by all cultures, in all times.

What makes true love? The eternal love that literally lasts forever.

Is it true love when it begins as love at first sight?

Is it true love when all the circumstances fall into place and there is no road bumps or hiccups in the relationship?

Is it true love with both people have the same goals, values, and religion?

Is it true love if it survives the seven, ten, or twenty year itch?

Nope.

True love is sharing the throw up duties in the wee hours of the morning when both boys have the flu.

True love is being exhausted and smelly together, forever!

Have a great Monday!

Pot roast.

Just saying the name brings a sneer and grimace to my face.

Pot roast has become my cooking Everest.

When flipping through the Pioneer Woman’s cookbook it seems so good and relatively easy.

But don’t let the less than ten ingredients or the simple pictures fool you. This is the hardest thing I have ever tired to make, and after two attempts I still haven’t gotten it right. ARGH!

Why is this so tricky?

The cook time has to be precious or the roast gets dry and then it’s a lost cause.

In the instructions, Ree says to cook a 3 lb roast for three hours. I had a 1lb roast so I cooked it for one hour. Seems logical right.? Nope. The roast was SO dry. An hour was way to long for my stove plus I didn’t turn the heat down (which isn’t stated whether to do or not). It was awful. Hubby had to put on a happy face while he ate it with huge swallows of milk.

My second attempt was tonight and I had high hopes. I bought a 2 lb tri tip roast, turned the heat down to med, and watched it very carefully with a meat thermometer. I checked the roast at thirty minutes and it was at 140 degrees. Perfect, or so I thought. I pulled it out, saw the little pink inside and annouced my victory over this dead piece of meat. The meat however had the finally word.

As we cut into the roast we found it was dry. How is that possible??

After much discussion and my angst, hubby and I think for my third attempt I need to pull the roast out before it’s 140 degrees, like at 130-135, and then let it sit for a few minutes before cutting into it.

Okay people, I need your comments, advice, opinions, and experience with cooking a roast.

I can’t let the hunk of meant beat me!

(Note: I am not criticizing Ree Drummond’s cookbook or her instructions. I am relative newbie in this cooking world and I have a history of not following instructions very well.)