Cake pop attempt one

I made cake pops for the first time. I made cake BALLS about a year ago and that was a FLOP.

What did I do different?!

I used LESS icing. That is key. They rolled beautifully.

They still are not perfect.

What will I do differently in attempt number 2 (or 3?)?

I will let the candy “dry” on the stick that I insert into the pop before I dip it.

I will use a deeper dish to melt the candy so I can go straight down and FAST.

I didn’t figure that out until the very end so only a pop or two reflect that.

The rest look …. interesting.

Not bad for a quicky attempt though!!

They are tasty – so who cares, right!?

 

Yummy Cake pops

iPic

My whirlwind began on Friday. Friday was put on my calendar over a year ago and it was just as fun as I had hoped it would be. I went with 3 friends to iPic (formally Gold Class Cinemas) to see Breaking Dawn: Part 1. I won’t go into details about the movie, that’s not my thing, but I wanted to talk about the theater a little bit. They make little effort to branch out to their disabled customers.

When you first go in, there is one tall desk. That’s it. It’s not a big deal but little did I know it was going to set the tone for the rest of their accommodations. We realized our fantastic EXPENSIVE seats were not accessible and the only accessible seats were the “cheap” ones that were CLOSER to the screen. Who wants to be close to the screen? REally. I pick theaters based on rear entry so I don’t have to keep my neck back. My friends very much did not want closer seats either so it was not just me. We decided someone would carry me up but they still wanted the manager to talk to us. We were told we could go sit in the bar and order food while we waited for him.

We went in the direction they directed us. There were over a dozen higher than bar height tables. Nice. No low tables at all. A random employee said she’d see what see could do. Wait. Wait. 5 minutes pass. Another employee said that there were low tables “over there”. WE head to the OTHER side, no where near the bar and there are low tables. Coffee tables. So I transfer to the couch, which is FINE for me but not everyone in a chair can do that. The table is still really low and I have to hold my food in my lap. Not ideal but it was a GNO so I’m in a good mood.

Oh, the manager. He finally shows up about 5 minutes before the movie starts (30 minutes after we were initially told he’d come) and he trys to convince us we want the “accessible” seats…making no mention of the refund he will owe us. We insist we want good seats and he asks in a snooty way if we’ve ever seen the inside of his theater and that he’s certain the seats will be just fine. He drops it when we say we want to be higher up.

There is no employee in sight when it’s time to carry me up but a random woman insists her husband carry me. No biggie.

No one EVER checks our tickets.

Random guy 2 asks if he can escort me back to my chair after the movie. THat was very funny.

Overall impression? I LOVED the cushy seats and free popcorn and think it will be AWESOME for date night when Charlie can carry me to my seat with NO issue. I think they can do a lot to change my feelings if they provide ONE table that is normal.

I WILL NOT sit in the accessible seat on top of the screen, but at least they have a spot. Unless it’s free. Then I’ll be willing to TRY it.

GNO

Bull baloney

I thought I would attempt to be funny today. This is another paper I wrote in 2001 and I thought it was funny. I do say bullshit over and over so be warned if you are easily offended.

This is one of those rare posts that is not for my kids, but just because. :)

We’ve all heard it, and we’ve all knowingly passed it off.  There aren’t many days that go by that a form of it isn’t used in your life or mine.  You may not always know that it’s present but bullshit sticks around.

Bullshit.  Isn’t it great?  I mean how else are you going to get out of not having read the first five chapters of your history book?  Ah, the power that it brings when the person being bullshitted doesn’t know that you haven’t the slightest clue what you are talking about.  Unfortunately I don’t think I could con my way thru the previous scenario even if I tried.  It would take more work than just reading all one hundred and eighty five pages.  I think.

A bullshit artist would know, but I don’t know any.  Or do I?

If we all just cared to learn the truth would there be as much BS? Some people are better at not knowing the truth than others.  I’ve been told that bullshitting is an actual art.  Or rather that it can be.  

This of course means that we aren’t born knowing how to talk our way out of things; we learn them. Sometimes we learn things earlier than we should.  I have seen children countless times blame something on just anyone when they didn’t do it. (oh dear me, little did I know that my own SON would do this, oops!)  They themselves really didn’t do the wrong, but they don’t know who did so they just named anyone.  Maybe it was really the little boy that pulled her pigtails, but for some reason the little girl that stole her doll is the one that gets the blame.  After all she didn’t see it happen but she doesn’t want to get the blame for it so why not make something up?

Sometimes our parents can BS us too.  They have no real reason for not wanting us to do something; they just don’t want us to.  Perfect opportunity to just make something up.  I mean how can they know that there is really going to be alcohol and drugs at that party?  However, the two go hand in hand.  We young adults can BS mom and dad as well.  There ‘might’ be supervision at that party and not all the kids are going to drink, I don’t think so why do the ‘rents need to know that’s it’s actually going to be there.  After all I’m not sure.   For some reason though, parents are good at knowing when we are doing this.

Bullshit.  It’s something we have all used and certainly encountered.  Sometimes we see it, sometimes we don’t.  Sometimes we get away with it, sometimes it’s better luck next time.

Recipes on the iphone

I got my first iphone in July 2009. It was great. I just got a new one a few months ago. I decided to print off pictures from 2009 and 2010. When this year is over I will print 2011 pictures.

You are probably wondering where I am going with this. Iphones (or any smart phone) are great for taking pictures. Of anything. Really.

That first summer I got my phone I was looking through someone’s cookbooks and decided to start snapping pictures of the recipes instead of copying them down.

I’ve been doing it ever since. I’m not 100% iphone “recipefied” YET, but I will be.

I even have a recipe album on my mac that I plan to sync with my phone.

I plan to take pictures of all recipes I’ve already printed that are taking up drawer space and pages I previously tore out of magazines.

So, the next time you are at a friend’s house and you are desperate for that recipe and she hands you the recipe with a pen and paper, just snap a picture instead!!

If you are at the Doctor’s office and flipping through a magazine and find a recipe that you know your family will love, don’t rip it out. Please. Don’t. Snap a picture with your phone!

My latest recipe snapshot was at Chili’s. We ordered a new margarita (it was probably the BEST EVER, FYI) and guess what? The recipe was on the shaker! Wanna see!? (I’m not sure why it was a snapshot of the picture?? that’s strange)

 

Another recent recipe I took a picture of was from a library book. Wanna see that one too?

Tiger Cubs Rocket Launch

First I have to say a big huge THANK YOU to Holly Hannah from The Work at Home Woman. I was checking facebook this weekend and I saw a link fromChristina Linnell of A closet Writer, to her (Holly’s) Blog.  She didn’t mention my name but said “Looky, looky who made the list in our group!”. If you know Christina, you know how awesome she is, so I assumed she was showing off. We bloggers like to do that, no?! Anyways, I was reading through the list and RIGHT THERE at #19, several before SCARY MOMMY was none other then YOURS TRUELY!! (That would be me!)

So this is a BIG, HUGE THANK YOU, to Holly!!

 

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This weekend was our first “big” even with the Tiger Cubs. It was an incredible amount of fun. It was the entire pack and we launched water rockets.

William

"My" boys

All of “my” boys were so cute, excited and nervous.

I will admit that I’ve been really regretting my decision to step up and put myself and my husband in a leadership role. We have so much going on right now. The new baby. A first grader. Potty training. Tae Kwon Do.

Not to mention my husband working hard to support our single income family. He loves what he does, but need I go on?!

However, after this weekend, and seeing how much fun and how surprisingly relaxing it was to be with everyone and seeing how much fun all these kids were having, I’m happy I decided to keep doing it.

It won’t be easy. It won’t always be relaxing but it will be worth it in the end. That’s the most important thing anyways, right?!

I have more to share about something that happened later in the day. You may or may not have seen a reference to it on twitter. I’ll post about it on Friday.

M3, ME?

My husband bought his dream car about 2.5 years ago.

We call her Scarlet. Yes, as in The Scarlet Letter.

I joke that she is his mistress. You should have seen him pouring over pictures of her before we decided she should join our family.

Here she is:

Scarlet

 

She was considered a “family car” until 3.5 months ago. Really. She was. We all fit. Yes, even the wheelchair. Now that Nathan is here we do not.

She does get to stay but I seriously need to learn to drive her. We had hand controls installed over a year ago and I’ve only driven Scarlet one time. In a parking lot.

She’s a lot of car, so it’s scary. Truly.

 

Sadly, or not so, Scarlet has made me jealous. I’m not jealous of how much time she spends with my husband, no that I can handle.

I’m jealous that I do not have my dream car. Instead I rock the mini van. Really. I know how to still look cool driving it.

So…my dream car? Mercedes. It doesn’t have to be a particular model, but as far back as I could remember I’ve always wanted one.  I wanted (a husband and) kids and I got those, but where is my Mercedes?

 

I don’t want the same Mercedes I wanted when I was 12. It had to be black with gold trim, NOT silver. Pimp my ride, anyone?

Today? I want something clean and classic. White with subtle silver trim.

If you follow me on twitter you probably noticed I visited one or two (or 6) car dealerships over the weeekend. We were kinda sorta, not really looking but we both really feel more in love with the brand when we sat in one and drove one.

Maybe I’ll get my MIHLF (Mom is having lots of fun) mobile sooner rather than later?!

For the record, the “airbag” visibility on the steering wheel was not lost on me and my vain post about luxury cars.

Moving on. I would like to make Monday a link up day. So…. here goes. If you have a current post that talks about your glorious weekend or a post that talks about your dream car, link it up. Please.


Books for Wildfire Victims.

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I just started this about 20 minutes ago so I am still working out the kinks.

Quick. Crayons are cheap.

Here is a super fun, fast and easy project to do while crayons (crayola crayons, at that) are super cheap.

Cost of profect? about $1.25, mayve $2. (crayon, low temp hot glue gun, hair dryer and a canvas)

How?

arrange crayons however you like (we chose to stick with a rainbow… remember ROYGBIV?)
use hot glue gun to glue them, TIPS down.
find old cardboard and put in your sink
use faucet to rest canvas at a slight angle
turn hair dryer on high/hot and hold it ABOVE crayons (if not they will splatter sideways)

Our first attempt was perfect like the ones I saw on pinterest but I think it is totally cool.

Book Winner

Book Winner is Melanie

 

That would be Melanie!! Congrats. I’ll contact you soon!

Maggie McNair review

I was asked by a friend to review a book, Maggie McNair Wears Stinky Underwear, by Sheila Booth-Alberstadt. You can buy it at Amazon.

When I read the title to my husband he wasn’t so sure he wanted me to read it at all, so we read what it was about and decided it would be a GREAT idea.

Our kids to like to take baths. Sometimes.  Other times? No so much.

The book was really quick and easy to read and perfect for beginning readers to read alone or for you to read to your child.  Here is a picture of my son holding it. The colors are very vivid and well done. My son liked the book and ALMOST believed me when I said it was written JUST for him. Almost.

My only complaint? ONE of the illustrations was strange but unless I showed you, which I’m not, it hard to explain why I didn’t like it. (of course if Corrin asks me to go into more details on why I don’t like it I will)

 

Here is William holding the book.

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Now, Would you like to win a copy? This is actually my very FIRST giveaway, ever. I’m going to make this super easy. Leave me a comment and tell me your favorite childhood book of all times and I will randomly draw a winner next Friday, July 8.

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