Friday Fun

Friday (Edible) Craft: Making Kids’ Lunches Special

I have a “thing” about packing my kids’ lunches.

Well, first of all, I do it. Every day. I figure, it’s the least I can do – heck, the boys are barely awake and moving in the mornings, let alone THINKING about anything other than trying to wake up.

Secondly, I actually put some thought into my kids’ lunches. I consciously try and buy different and fun things to put into their lunches every week. For example, every week they get a lunchable – always a different kind each week. I make one traditional sandwich one day, put a crustless peanut butter and jelly sandwich in one day, and Hot Pockets another day. Every Tuesday and Thursday they get to drink soda (Mt. Dew is their favorite) because I figure those are the days of the week when they are dragging and really need the caffeine boost to see them through their day.

In addition, I play around with different deserts and fruit roll-ups – I also put the occasional “good luck on your test” sort of note in there as well.

In short, I really enjoy packing my kids’ lunches. And apparently, they love it too because neither one of them have bought lunch in YEARS. (Yes, I’m being serious).

As a result of this “obsession”, I tend to really enjoy getting new ideas for fun things to put into their lunches. Now granted, some of this stuff is a bit hokey for my teenage boys and I never want to embarrass them in front of their friends, but I’m not saying I won’t EVER sneak something like this in just to break up the monotony of their day. *grin*

For example, wouldn’t these be FUN to find in your lunch??


Hotdog Mummies

Feast your eyes, if you dare, on these Hot Dog Mummies. They’re the perfect energy food before an evening of collecting candy.

Ingredients

* 1 11-ounce can of refrigerator breadsticks
* 1 12-pack of hot dogs
* Yellow mustard

Instructions

1. For each mummy, separate one breadstick from the roll and use kitchen shears or a knife to slice it in half lengthwise to create two thinner strips.
2. Wrap one strip at a time snugly around the hot dog. Depending on the size of the hot dog, you may not need all of both strips. Leave about 1/2 inch of hot dog exposed for the face area and continue wrapping the top of the hot dog.
3. Bake the mummies on a cookie sheet at 350º for 15 to 18 minutes or until the breadstick wrapping is golden brown.
4. Remove the mummies from the oven and cool them for 5 minutes. Add yellow mustard eyes just before serving. Makes 12 mummies.



Lunch Ahoy!

This lunchtime fleet turns tuna salad into a treat that’s sure to reel kids in.

Ingredients

* Pickling cucumbers
* Plum tomatoes
* Yellow peppers
* Tuna salad
* Carrot or celery sticks
* Lettuce
* Cheese (optional)
* Fish-shaped crackers (optional)

Instructions

1. Fill a veggie vessel (we used halves of a pickling cucumber, plum tomato, and yellow pepper) with tuna salad. Push one end of a carrot or celery-stick mast into the salad and set a triangle sail of pepper, lettuce, or cheese next to it. For the full effect, serve the lunch on a blue plate scattered with fish-shaped crackers.



Mini Football Subs

You can expect a high number of interceptions when you pass these individual-size meatball sandwiches during halftime festivities.

Ingredients

* Meatballs
* Spaghetti sauce
* Shredded Cheese
* Individual-size rolls

Instructions

1. To make a batch, first prepare your favorite meatball recipe, shaping each meatball into a mini football before cooking. Once they’re cooked, add the meatballs to a skillet of spaghetti sauce and warm them through.
2. For each sub, cut a V-shaped notch from the top of an individual-size roll, place a meatball in the roll, and top with cheese shred laces. Finally, get the sandwiches in a huddle on a cookie sheet and place them in a warm oven for a few minutes to melt the cheese.



Silly Face Sandwich

Get your kids to eat their veggies with this tasty sandwich.

Ingredients

* Condiments (ketchup, mustard, or mayonnaise)
* Sandwich roll or bun
* Ham or other cold cuts
* Raw vegetables
* Olives
* Cherry tomatoes
* Softened cream cheese
* Cheese sticks
* Cheese cubes
* Carrots
* Bell peppers

Instructions

1. Spread your child’s favorite condiment on the bottom half of a sandwich roll.
2. Add a slice of ham or another cold cut.
3. Fold a second slice of meat lengthwise so that it resembles a tongue and lay it across the bun with one end hanging over the edge.
4.Create a face on the bun top using sliced raw vegetables, olives, and cherry tomatoes for features and softened cream cheese for glue. (The cheese sticks best if you first blot dry the cut veggies with a paper towel.) You can even add a couple of cheese cube “teeth.”
5. Use a potato peeler or grater to create long carrot curls to pile on top of the sandwich or push bell pepper slices into the bun for a spiky hairdo.



Bagel Buoy

Fishing for a fun and hole-some breakfast? This snazzy snorkeler, made of cream cheese and veggies, is just the thing.

Ingredients

* Bagel
* 1 (8-ounce) package of strawberry cream cheese or plain cream cheese and Nutella
* Bell peppers
* Shredded cheese

Instructions

1. Put the strawberry cream cheese into a plastic freezer bag and snip off a small corner (for a darker skin tone, stir Nutella into plain cream cheese).
2. Pipe the cheese through the hole in the bag to create arms and legs, then hold the tip in place to fill the bagel hole and squeeze out a ball for the head.
3. Cut out a mask, snorkel, and pair of flippers from bell peppers and pat the pieces with a paper towel to remove excess moisture. Put the snorkel gear in place, top the head with shredded cheese, and set your skin diver afloat on your breakfast table!


And for desert? How about showing them a little brownie love?


I “Heart” Brownies

A plate of these very moist, rich chocolate bars won’t last long after school–especially when accompanied by tall glasses of milk.

Make brownies according to box instructions.

To make the heart: Stencil confectioners’ sugar hearts on top of each brownie. To make a stencil, cut out a heart from the center of a piece of paper. Place the stencil on top of the brownie and sift confectioners’ sugar over it. Carefully lift the paper to reveal the confectioners’ sugar heart.


*Disclaimer: These recipes are from Family Fun. Family Fun did not compensate me in any way for this post. I’m simply a fan of Family Fun and thought I would pass these recipes on to you. Enjoy!

Life

If It’s Broke, Then Fix It … or Sell It

Yesterday was a craptastic day. Seriously. It was like we were all … off or something. Dude, Kevin and I all snapped at each other (Jazz was actually in pretty good spirits and steered clear of us) and before the day was out, I felt like I had a big sign taped to my back:

“Bite my head off, please”

At any rate, we’re all better today .. I don’t know what the deal was yesterday, but anyhoo …

In addition to everyone being “sensitive” (that’s code for difficult), Kevin went to the doctor.

It didn’t have anything to do with his accident. In fact, the man is doing really well, he still waddles a bit when he walks, but he’s truly getting better and better every day and he no longer has to take pain pills – now he’s just really sore and even that is not as bad as it used to be.

No. He went to our family doctor because he’s tired of being hungry all the time. And when I say the man is hungry all the time, I mean all the time.

Kevin has a pre-breakfast, breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner, a post-dinner snack and then often times gets up at 2:00 in the morning to eat something again.

It’s insane. I have stressed for years about his constant hunger – which is another reason I love cruises – I don’t have to stress about where his next meal is going to come from.

I’m not kidding folks, it’s really a problem. It’s like he’s never satisfied. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his blood sugar drops and he starts shaking and his usual good humor takes a nose dive – he’s an outright jerk if he allows it to go on for very long.

He’s been like this for years. Ever since I’ve known him, he’s always been a bottomless pit. And the man never gains weight, which is infuriating, at least to me. Because HELLO!? That’s not normal!

But since he’s grown up with this “condition”, he thinks it is normal, so he doesn’t understand how I can gain weight so easily just snacking on a chocolate bar.

In fact his entire family is like that – they can eat and never gain weight. If I didn’t like them so much, I would totally hate them because WTF??

He said the straw that broke the camel’s back for him was when we were on vacation. We would be out touring St. John, New Brunswick or Halifax, Nova Scotia, and he would complain about being hungry, every fifteen minutes. It got so bad, even our boys, our TEENAGE BOTTOMLESS PITS, started teasing him about being hungry all the time.

In addition to being hungry all the time, he doesn’t sleep well. He never has. He goes to sleep okay, but he doesn’t stay asleep. We did figure out that he has sleep apena and he now sleeps with a CPAP machine, which has helped, but he still wakes up to pee or because he’s hungry. It’s a vicious cycle and he’s a walking zombie because he never stays asleep long enough to get some solid REM sleep.

Anyway, he went in, had five vials of blood drawn and is having a series of tests done; I’m most interested in his thyroid. I think it’s overactive, but I only know what Google tells me so …

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This car?

Looks nice, right? But it’s turning out to be a major pain in our butt.

It’s a ’99 Chevy Cavalier. And it has a moonroof and is really a pretty cool little car, but it’s not running very well.

Wait. Scratch that. It’s not running AT ALL.

*sigh*

First, it was the ignition system. It shorted out and we had to replace the whole thing complete with reprogramming the computer so it would accept the key and yadda-yadda-yadda.

Then, yesterday, (which only added to the crap factor that was yesterday), Dude and I drove up to Wal-Mart so I could buy a few things, including eggs because we were planning on having breakfast for dinner that night.

Remember that I have eggs.

Dude wasn’t that happy to begin with. He was tired. He had homework, but I assured him we would make a quick trip up there and back – fifteen minutes tops. AND, I would buy him some poptarts.

He agreed. (Like he had a choice).

We got into the car, the car started. No problems so far. He drove us to Wal-Mart (and really should have honked at the moron that turned right in front of him). We did our shopping. We walked to the car, he unlocked the trunk (because I thought it might a little cooler in the trunk since I also needed to run over to Staples and buy Jazz a folder with brads because Wal-Mart didn’t have any [yeah, Dude wasn’t happy about that little proposed detour]) and we got into the car.

And the stupid, freaking thing wouldn’t start! AARGH!!

We tried several times. We probably spent nearly ten minutes trying to coax the thing to start.

We only succeeded in flooding it.

I called Kevin and he came up to rescue us. He tried to start it, no go.

By this time, I’m picturing all of us sick with salmonella because I’ve got eggs in the trunk of the car. And it’s 85 degrees outside. And Dude has homework and he’s getting impatient to get back home to do it so he can get on his computer (kids have to do homework first before getting on the games). So, we took Dude back home, I put the eggs into the fridge and we went back up to Wal-Mart.

Kevin called AAA (by the way, HIGHLY recommend you become members of AAA – we met our membership fee just in the two tows we’ve had to have in the past few months because towing is free if you’re a member) and waited for the tow truck to show up.

He arrived about twenty minutes later and towed the stupid car away.

We took it back to the same garage that fixed us up last time (Kevin really likes them) and heard back from them today on what the problem was.

Apparently, the actual ignition switch is bad.

WAIT a doggone minute here! I thought we just paid them boo-coo bucks to fix this problem before??!! Well, they said that they tested it and it appeared to be getting power so they didn’t replace it, trying to save us money.

*SIGH*. I was a bit annoyed with them, but Kevin talked me off the edge and now …

… what?

We no longer trust this car. We’re just lucky the boys weren’t out in the boonies somewhere when this happened. Or in the middle of an intersection.

It could always be so much worse.

We’re discussing our options. We absolutely don’t want the boys driving a car that can’t be trusted. So … now we’re thinking of trading it in for something a little newer and more reliable.

We had toyed with the idea of the boys driving Kevin’s truck and he would buy a car. He’s been wanting to buy himself one for quite some time now. But … teenage boys driving an F150 truck? That truck is a monster and has a lot of power. Not to mention, is about five feet longer than a car and … no. We just didn’t feel comfortable with that option.

Then I came up with an idea:

Why don’t they just drive my Vibe and I would buy a new car? The Vibe is only three years old, is in great shape, very reliable, easy to drive and … ?

We’re still thinking about it. We’re going to check out some lots tomorrow when we go pick up the Cavalier. We’re keeping our options open right now. We might actually get a better deal on a new car as opposed to a used car right now because everyone is either making their old cars last longer, or buying used cars because no one can afford a new car in this economy. (This “Summer of Recovery” economy. *snort*)

But ugh. Do we really want a car payment right now?

Not really.

At any rate, we have to do something, this cool-looking Cavalier has got to go.

(maybe)

Life

Marking the Beginning of the End

I have been trying to write this post all day.

But the more I thought about it, the more I simply couldn’t write it.

So … I’m going to write this out and I apologize if it doesn’t make any sense because it really doesn’t make a lot of sense in my head.

It’s about the first day of school.

*yawn* I know. You’ve read a ton of them in the past few days – I get it. I also get that we all pretty much say the same thing …

“I can’t believe my baby is starting school!”

“It doesn’t seem possible!”

“I think it’s harder on me than on them!”

“It nearly broke my heart to leave little Johnny behind today.”

*sigh*

I know.

And I certainly don’t want to bore you with yet ANOTHER “Oh my gosh! My kids are in HIGH SCHOOL … I’m not old enough to BE the mom of high schoolers!!”

I mean, how many ways can a person express that sentiment? How many times do we need to read about how everyone’s kids are growing up before we want to skewer our eyeballs?

(Ew, Karen).

I mean. They’re kids. They grow up. It’s what they’re supposed to do.

Duh.

And yet … this year is different.

No, really. My oldest son, the left part of my heart (my youngest son has the right side, just so we’re fair here), is a senior.

As in … THIS IS HIS LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL.

As in … WE’VE REACHED THE 13TH YEAR OF SCHOOL AND OH MY LORD, WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE??

Seriously. I’m a little freaked out about this. Because you know how it is, you talk about them graduating “one of these days.” It’ll happen … but not for a looooooong time.

Good gravy friends, that day has arrived for us!!!

This is it. The last year, the final walk down that boyhood hallway and the door to manhood? LOOMING just beyond that shadow over yonder.

I don’t know who is more nervous about this, me or Dude.

I find myself planning, thinking, living in the future. For me, this senior year is already winding down and we’re looking down the graduation barrel, I see his diploma balled up at the bottom, just ready to shoot out at any moment.

And then what …? Where do we go from here? What is he going to do? Have we adequately prepared him for the big bad world? Will he grab his future by the short and curlies, or will we have to push him off the edge? He won’t be my baby, my firstborn, my adorble preemie who charmed all of the NICU nurses …

HE’LL BE LEGAL. He’ll be a MAN.

Oh Lord, I need a paper bag, I”m starting to hyperventilate.

I see him. I mean I’m really noticing how he’s changing, becoming more decisive, more confident – he likes to point out the flaws in my arguments, and he’s usually right. I’ve learned to let him go, sort of. I’ve given him space, but he is demanding more.

As it should be.

I saw a status on Facebook today from a woman I used to work with – believe it or not, we had our babies on the exact same day, so her daughter is exactly Dude’s age – and of course, this is her senior year, too. She said:

Time flies whether you are having fun or not…today is the first day of the daughter’s senior year of high school…reminds me of that first day of kindergarten.

And I couldn’t agree more. We’ve reached yet another milestone – we have molded him, taught him, loved him, disciplined him, encouraged him, and watched him become his own person. We have done all we can do with him – his personality is cemented, he is who he is.

Though Dude wasn’t exactly excited about going to school this morning (he’s the guy on the left – I don’t know why Jazz looks stoned in this picture – he wasn’t, I assure you), I sensed a … difference in him. A determination, I think. He is resigned to the fact that this is it, after May 17th, he’ll be forced to face new challenges, he will be responsible for himself. Though we have no intention of severing our parental ties with the boy, he will be old enough to start making his own decisions concerning his own life.

He will be shoved out onto the stage, the curtain will go up and he will be staring reality in the face – Kevin and I will be watching from the wings with bated breath to see how he reacts.

Well, that was a bit dramatic, don’t you think? (Get it? Stage … drama?)

I told you this probably wouldn’t make sense.

I guess I’m just trying to explain how it feels to have a child on the verge of graduating, on the verge of beginning a new life, without me. Or at least, not decided by me. It’s both weird and exciting at the same time.

I wouldn’t dream of holding him back, believe me, but letting go of him is SO much harder than I thought it would be.

Truly.

At any rate … one day at a time. He’s not quite ready to don that cap and gown yet.

The first day of school went well. The school started a new system and they had some glitches, so they had me post a notice on the website stating that the kids needed to pick up their revised schedules first thing this morning, as in, the first day of school.

The boys said it was pretty chaotic for a while. I wasn’t too worried, I had actually contacted their counselor and she had cleared up their scheduling problems, but still, I’m sure it was a little disconcerting not really knowing where you were supposed to go right off the bat. Luckily, their schedules didn’t change at all and they both let me know that they are satisfied with their classes – of course, this is only the first day.

I plan on being pretty focused on Dude this year. In addition to making sure he retakes the ACT test (and hopefully improves his score), we’ll be discussing whether he wants to go to OTC (a technical college that offers core classes for cheaper than a university as well as offers Associates Degrees in specialized fields – if they offer a field Dude would like to pursue), or if it would be a better plan to enroll him at Missouri State. I still need to get his senior pictures taken care of (mental note: CALL TOMORROW, KAREN), which shouldn’t be that big of deal because he’s already flat out told me that he won’t do the traditional posing, changing clothes sort of session, but he will sit and take some head shots – so, I guess I’ll have to be happy with that option.

In addition, I will be shopping for graduation announcements as well as planning his graduation party (I would love to find someone who does fancy cakes, think Cake Boss).

Though I really want him to focus and do well this last year of high school, I also want him to have fun. Senior year is SUPPOSED to be fun, right??

So … this marks the beginning of the end of an era for Dude. I know he doesn’t fully appreciate it now, or maybe even feel like he’s ready to cross over into adulthood, but ready or not, buddy, here we go.

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Stop Bugging Me

writing prompt: Bed Bugs

Carla tossed the last pillow case onto the bonfire she had built out in her field. She watched the flames hungrily lick most of her linens, her sofa, mattress and recently-purchased luggage.

“I can’t believe I have to do this,” she mumbled to her best friend beside her.

Ellie backed a few feet away from the roaring fire as it began to grow and burn several degrees hotter.

“Have you heard back from the exterminator yet?”

“No. I think they’re blowing me off,” Carla said and also moved back. She could feel the heat warming the bridge of her nose.

“I don’t think they’re blowing you off,” Ellie responded, “I just think they’re overwhelmed with this right now. I mean, who knew bed bugs would become a nation-wide epidemic? It’s crazy.”

The fire popped and sparks flew several feet into the air. The furniture began melting before their eyes.

“All I know is, I’m glad I caught it before it got out of control. I saw one on my sofa and that was all it took for me to start … this.” She gestured to the fire with a helpless flip of her hand.

Carla’s cell phone rang.

“Hello?” Carla covered the mouth piece. “It’s them.”

She listened a few minutes then went deathly pale. She hung up and collapsed onto the ground.

“Well??”

“That “bug” I sent in? Yeah. It wasn’t a bug, it was a fuzz ball.”

Ellie gasped in horror.

Both women silently watched Carla’s belongings burn.


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Fiction under 250 words.

Monday Morning Meme

Monday Morning Meme – August 23, 2010

Good morning!!

Aren’t you glad I’m here to give you something to blog about?

I thought so. 😉

All you have to do is answer the questions below either in the comment section, or on your blog. And elaborate! Make these questions show your unique and special personalities. This meme entry will post at 12:01 every Monday morning and will be the first postentry listed on WFK all day Monday. (This is an all-day Monday meme, so please, play all day!)

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August 23rd Questions:

1. What’s more important, where you live or what you do for a living? Why?

2. Swear words: Are you pro or con? Why?

3. Paper or plastic? Do you prefer to pack your own groceries?

4. Do you have a shoe fetish? How often do you buy new shoes? Do you ever get rid of a pair of shoes?

5. Bonus: Write a caption, poem or short story inspired by this picture:

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