perfect pre-hurricane dinner: Octopuses and Shells

Aren’t I a genius?

pre-hurricane dinner

Well, maybe not a genius, but after chasing cows, securing for the storm, baking cupcakes and the Tall man working late tonight seemed like a good idea to me!

2 boxes kraft mac and cheese shells (plus milk and butter as per directions) 

1 package Hebrew National beef hot dogs. (mustard optional for eyes)

1.  Put a pot of salted water on to boil.

2. While the water is boiling cut the  hot dogs in half  vertically so you have 2 pieces, then slit them half way up making 4 legs and then cut each leg in half.

   

3  Once water reaches a boil throw the hot dogs in for 3 minutes, watching the legs curl and stirring gently, then remove using tongs or a slotted spoon and set aside.

4.  Cook the Mac and cheese according to package directions.

5. Serve and enjoy!

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Adult costume DIY: Justin Beiber and a fireman

The perfect couple, right?

The Tall Man has been fighting getting dressed up for like a month, but we all finally convinced him that he needed to get dressed up in order to go out, it took the bartender mom that we see at every junior football game and who runs the place we go (if  we don’t go to the other place we go that is…), his best friend promising free drinks and me bringing it up every other day since August, and he finally agreed to get dressed up 6 hours before the Halloween shenanigans were to start… But we got him a costume and a new one for me to boot for under $50 combined.

Here’s how.

Justin Bieber:

A wig from the costume shop, paired with jeans a plain t-shirt, and a solid colored hooded zip-up sweatshirt.  Voila!  Not to costume, and all we had to buy was the wig.

Sexy firefighter (the hardest part about this costume was finding a costume that would cover both my ass and my boobs, pretty darned hard if we had bought off the shelf!):

A red petticoat skirt and a fire-hat was all we needed ( although I did buy a new pair of fishnets as well, since mine are all packed in a box somewhere waiting for the move (grrr… still no new date).  I tied a white mens undershirt into a knot on my back to give it some form, threw on a pair of one of the boys suspenders ( and yes they both have neon green , so I just rocked them) put on the fishnets and my old beat-to-piss Dr. martins ( laces loose and undone) and the petticoat and hat.  I think I pulled it off pretty well, every one knew what I was ( it might have helped that it said fireman right on the hat though!

And we were ready to Par-tay!!!

Frankenstorm: preparedness

Now I am not one to jump up and down yelling the sky is falling the sky is falling, aka Chicken Little, rather I just go with the flow and figure everything will all work out in the end, I mean people survived for hundreds of years with out emptying the shelves out in Walmart, with out having not only a generator, but a BACKUP generator, but then again they also didn’t have the internet and advanced weather notice…

So today after dropping all 5 of the Handful off at their respective schools I decided i better play along and get some basic supplies, I mean I had to go and buy coffee and trash bags anyways since we ran out yesterday afternoon, what would it hurt getting a few candles and a working flashlight as well?

But that was easier said than done! Even though we are far from the brute force that Sandy the hurricane and her friends Nor the Nor-easter and Art the arctic blast should collide, the mythical “they” are saying we could lose power for a week.    …   Yep, a week of no power.

So probably some candles would be in order  Well, apparently everyone else had the same idea, our small town = completely sold out of batteries as of yesterday.   So I headed where everyone does in a natural disaster, yep that’s right!  Walmart!

Walmart still had batteries, and flashlights (well if you consider $30+ headlamps flashlights) and 1 loan pen light for $5, someone must have missed that one, but that’s the one I got 🙂  I also meandered over to the candle aisle and thankfully only half of those shelves were bare, the ones that contained tapers, pillars, and everything that smelled remotely good.   So I got some nice stinky candles and tealights as well, in Christmas colors to boot!  Yeah me!

Other than that I gave Lowe’s a call and got put on the waiting list for  a new generator ( since all farms actually DO need one of these and mine bit the dust in our last flood last summer, and being the well prepared person I am and broke like all typical farmers it just didn’t see the urgency to replace it, even though my mother has been reminding me at least once a week  since then to do it…)

And I bought coffee, and trash bags, and hair ties, and cupcake making supplies because Frankenstorm or no, #4 will turn 6 tomorrow!!!

waiting impatiently…

for the title paperwork on the new house to be done, apparently it didn’t get ordered when it should have so now we have to wait for it…

My house is packed up, i can’t really clean around the boxes and have no projects to do, since we are leaving and the Halloween costumes are all done, so in my insanity I decided to make Bucilla felt applique stockings for all!!!  Insane right?  Well after spending an evening on Amazon sorting through the options I could not find a suitable one for #3, and hit ebay for a discontinued pattern…  1 left, so I ordered it an now I am just waiting for it to arrive…

See I had a Bucilla stocking as a kid and loved it, and now that the handful and I get to do Christmas, I want to have them for my kids as well…

Wonder if I will actually be able to gt 5? 7? or 8? done before the holidays and when I will finally get to move…

Heirloom Clutter and design flaws

I love a clean house.  And by clean I mean one with out a lot of clutter, knick knacks and stuff.  I am a big believer in the idea that everything in your home should be there for a reason – either that you love it, it is useful, or a design element.  Unfortunately  I have never had a home like that.  You see I have inherited clutter.  No I am not talking about the kids toys and things, while those may be messy and take a lot of room, they are are useful and I ( well, the kids) want it there and with out what would they do all day?  Nope, I am talking about inherited stuff.

See when most people inherit stuff the party that has left it to them is no longer here, and that was how I got my stuff to, however my mother sees everything that my father had (yes they were divorced) as hers, and takes it as a personal affront for every item I get rid of.  She tells me how they spent years collecting those items, how much they cost and where they got them.  So I am pretty much guilted into keeping it around.  and I have, for 15 years I have held onto stuff and found places for it in my home to appease her.  But really?  Most of them are things I would never have bought.  I don’t like them, they are not my style and it’s just more stuff to clean and move.   And yes of course I am taking them all with me.  But this time I am not going to force myself to incorporate them into my decor.

Nope, I will lovingly place them and boxes and hove them in the attic safe and sound to be passed down to my kids one day as she wants them to be.  An antique highchair that I have not used for a single one of the handful ( and was never used for me) that they purchased many years ago.  A early 1900’s bouncing horse that I was not allowed to play with as a child for fear I would damage it and therefore neither have any of the handful.  Clocks and clocks and clocks that don’t work.  Random china pieces that were my great great great great? grandmothers?, dozens of wood ducks my grandfather carved, and so on.

I understand my mother and father loved antiquing, these are things they spent their lives together accumulating, but because of that I have never been able to do that same thing myself with my own partner.  I have carried my parents baggage into each new home and not had room to make new memories and a truly a home of my own.  Now I know that the Tall Man says he doesn’t care how I decorate the new place, but in order for it to feel like it is his too, he should get some say and if I put all my parents stuff everywhere, they simply isn’t room for that.

So, if I don’t see it fitting into my design or want it displayed proudly it will be stored safely for the grandchildren, now don’t get me wrong, everything is not going into storage, just the stuff I wouldn’t buy on my own or that doesn’t have a sentimental reason to be displayed.  Great grandma Tayloe’s Aunt Jemima cookie jar will always be in the china hutch and the only desk I will ever use is the roll top my father used every day of his life, but the doll collection that no one can play with much less touch?  It will be kept safe in acid free paper in storage.  I think it’s time I finally made a home I want to live in…

DIY: 1st project in the new house..

Well apparently the FHA does not consider a plywood subloor to be “…in a condition and location that are free of all known hazards and adverse conditions that affect the health and safety of occupants, the structural soundness of the improvements, or impair the use and enjoyment of the property.”  So guess who got to go and finish them?   Yeah Yeah I know the seller should be responsible for that, but being the genius that I am I negotiated a flooring credit into the purchase price of the new place because f the unfinished floors, only thing is I had planned on being in the home first, and doing the work myself to save some of my hard earned Moola. And we all know what happens when Man or Woman plans, God laughs…

I am sure he had a big hearty chuckle from this debacle!  See we are supposed  to close on Wednesday ( by all home buying rules, a 30 day escrw and all is standard, except here in this great yankee state, n one will actually commit to a date – lawyers and all that jazz)  and Thursday night I was informed that the unfinished rooms had to be done prior to that.  But here is the thing, the part of the house that needs the floors?  it also needs a hallway and doors and closets put in, and the logical way to do that would be to add the wall for the hallway, put in the closets and doorways, and then put in the floors, not the other way around.  But it had to be done so it was going to be.  I spent Friday morning (my busiest work day of the week as well, since Saturdays are my biggest selling days) running around trying to get this done.

Thursday night I asked if I could just paint the floors since that would be quick and easy and most importantly cheap, when I didn’t get a response I headed to Lowe’s.  The obvious choice because 1. They have 72 hour guaranteed floor installation  2. They have $97 carpet installation for as many rooms as you need. and 3. they are the only big box store within an hours drive.  Only to be told that there was a 3 week waiting list… grrr.   I looked at sheet vinyl, not the best choice for bedrooms, but whatever, and they still couldn’t be installed, I looked at sticky vinyl square and laminate floors, just to find out nothing I liked or that was at all nice looking was in stock and could be ordered to arrive within 7 days.  Well, that sucks.  I called other Lowe’s to see if they had anything in stock if I wished to make the drive and then a nice lady informed me laminate has to acclimate to your home and room for 4 – 5 days before being installed.  I hit road block after road block.  I tried our small mom and pop store to see that the pries were sky high and they were still a week out on install.  A friend finally came through and said he could lay the carpet after work one day if I bought it and picked it up, I decided to go with the only non-horrible laminate choice available at Lowe’s and screw the resting period when the lender called me back and said I could paint the floors if I followed a very specific set of instructions.  Great!  I was ecstatic  and had wasted a whole day ( goodbye going out on friday night and hello working through!)

So fast forward to this morning I took #1 with me, and the Tall Man watched the girls while the other boy was off on a pre-planned fishing date with his father.

We got to the new house to find the rooms cleared.  I got to work sweeping while #1 stirred the paint for much longer than necessarily   He cut in and I rolled the rooms, we ended up doing both rooms and the stairs in under 9 minutes, I was very impressed.  Now I just hope they don’t walk on it, or let their dogs on it, or the cats, until it dries and that the inspector is happy and we can move in…

And no this doesn’t mean the floors are finished, they should pass inspection, but they are by no means pretty, their were paint smudges on the floor, price stickers I couldn’t rip up and I’m pretty sure  I’m positive that dog hair was permanently attached to the floor with the stain.  So they will be getting redone, but after the walls and doors go up, like it should be done.  But for now they are shiny and golden, just what I’ve always wanted :p