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My new baby!! October 26, 2008

Filed under: Life - Mood: Excited — Flickerchic @ 11:16 am
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Take a look at my new baby! Isn’t she a beauty!

 

My honey went out and got me a late birthday/early anniversary/early Christmas/whatever else gift!!! I don’t care what it’s for, but I’m so excited! In the midst of all that’s going on, he wanted to give me something that he knew I wanted. He’s so good to me! I love you, Lovebug!

Now if only I can just figure out how to work the dang on thing!!!!

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Our new plan October 22, 2008

Filed under: Life - Mood: Reflective — Flickerchic @ 11:32 am
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Well, Seon and I have made a drastic decision in an effort to save money. We have decided to temporary move to the Can with my mom in order to save money for the down payment on our house and to put some money in our savings account. We know this is a big step, but in order to get where we want to be financially, we are will to make this sacrifice for a few months. Our plan is to be there unti l June or July. My mom was fine with it and actually sounded kind of excited. Everyone seems to be glad that we are coming. Even Meme was understanding about our decision once we laid our plan out to her. Of course she hates to see Kyndal go, but we decided that he will continue to come to her on her usual babysitting days and that he will also continue daycare. All of the hard work that went into getting him used to school would all be in vain if we pulled him out. He really enjoys school now. That is, once he’s there. Now of course, there has to be some snags to every well thought out plan. Seon’s mom isn’t too happy with our decision. But we had to come to terms with the fact that this isn’t about his mother. It’s about bettering our family. We’re the ones making the sacrifice, so we aren’t going to worry about how others feel about it. We love her all the same, but this is what we have to do for us and our boys.

So this weekend is our last weekend in Funkytown for 8-9 months. By the time we return, our *$&% will be in order. I just hope this time will go by pretty quickly. Corsicana isn’t high on my list of places to live. But I keep chanting my mantra to myself: “It’s for the good of our family. It’s only temporary. It will be over before I know it.” Now I just have to make myself believe that!

Ho, ho, ho! It’s off to The Can we go.

 

Recipe of the Week – Buttermilk Fried Chicken October 12, 2008

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I’ve never been great at frying chicken. But my family loves it. When I came across this recipe, I had to try it because I’ve always wanted to be able to fry up some crispy, flaky chicken. This recipe didn’t disappoint. The result was juicy fried chicken with a tasty batter. The only thing that I’d change next time is upping the salt. I’ve never been a heavy seasoner, but from what I understand, fried chicken needs to be heavily seasoned. I thought I was doing that, but guess not as much as I thought.  So I will try to be a little more heavy handed next time. Here is the recipe. Try it and enjoy!

Buttermilk Fried Chicken

Difficulty: Easy/Intermediate (depends on how well you deal with hot grease!)

Prep time: 5 minutes

Inactive prep time: 6 hours – overnight

Cook time: 25-30 minutes

Ingredients:

Chicken pieces (about 2-3 lbs)

2 cups buttermilk

4 eggs

3 cups flour

salt and pepper

vegetable oil

Directions:

1. Place chicken pieces in a shallow dish and cover with butter milk. If using breasts, place the skin side down.  Cover the dish with plastic wrap and marinate in the frig for at least 6 hours or overnight if possible.

2. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

3. Remove the chicken from the buttermilk nd season generously with salt and pepper on both sides.

4. Put eggs in a shallow bowl and beat. Place the flour in a separate shallow bowl or in a large bag. (I prefer the bag but it gets kind of messy.)

5. Roll (or shake if using a bag) the chicken pieces in flour to coat them first. Then dip them into the eggs. Then coat them in flour again.

6. Pour vegetable oil into a large skillet, enough so that it’s about 2 in. deep. Heat the oil until it starts to sizzle.

7. Fry the chicken on both sides about 2-3 minutes, until golden brown.

8. Transfer the chicken to a baking dish and bake it for about 15-20 minutes or until it is cooked all the way through. (I am always afraid that I’m undercooking chicken, so I tend to cook it a bit longer just to be sure.)

 

I’ll take that drink watered down anytime!

Filed under: Life - Mood: OK — Flickerchic @ 6:22 pm
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Last night, the hubby and I got a rare opportunity to go out. WITHOUT THE KIDS! I never knew that I’d end the night reliving my college years – hugging the porcelain goddess. I guess we were so excited that we overdid it with our drinks. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

It all began with us deciding we wanted to go out and Aunt Bell actually agreeing to babysitting Kyndal. Well, let me rephrase that. Kyndal actually agreeing to STAY at Aunt Bell’s. We thought that we would probably end up at a club so we thought we’d have a drink at home instead of spending so much money on watered down drinks when we got there. Seon makes us some stiff Crown and Cokes. Anyone who knows how my husband makes drinks knows when I say stiff, I mean stiff. That there was my first mistake. I’m usually a Cosmo kind of girl. But I sip it as I primp and get dressed. At first Seon was the designated driver, so he was done drinking for the night. We picked up our good friend, Nikki, and then it was decided that she’d be the designated driver since the electrical system is giving us problems and one of the windows on our car won’t go all the way up. That changed the whole playing field for Seon. He was getting a reprieve from his usual driving assignment.

So we drop our car at home, Seon makes another drink for us to share. This one much larger and stiffer than the previous one he’d made for me. But I was loose by now and instead of sipping this drink as I’d done earlier, I must have chug-a-lugged it because before long my light buzz was a full fledged head rush. As we head out, we had to stop to pick up Jr., Nikki’s husband from the recording studio. For some reason, we have to come back to our house. Good thing we did and good thing that we were only about 2 miles away. Suddenly I felt the urge to go potty really bad. As we pulled into the driveway, I jumped out of the car and made it to the door just as Seon was getting it opened. I rushed to the bathroom and took care of my business. As I started to walk out I felt my stomach jerk and knot up. I sat on my bed trying to collect myself. But that wasn’t happening. I jumped up and made it to the toilet just as the acidic contents of my belly came spewing out of my mouth. I sat there for a minute trying to let it pass so that I could go on with my night. Again, that wasn’t happening. I hugged the toilet as my stomach heaved violently, trying to rid my body of the poison. That’s where I was sitting when Seon walked in to see what was taking me so long. I mumbled for him to go ahead and enjoy himself.

And that’s where I was still sitting approximately an hour later when he stumbled back in the door asking me to move over. I tried again for about the fifth time to crawl to my bed but my body wasn’t happy anywhere else but on that bathroom floor with my head hanging inside the toilet. Good thing I’d just cleaned it earlier that morning. My poor husband rushes to the boys’ bathroom and that’s where he stayed until Bryson came home about 30-45 minutes later and wanted to take a shower. He drags himself back into our bathroom. By now I’m feeling a little bit better. We both look at each other and crack up. Seon decides that Bryson should go get us food. He makes a cell to cell call which brings Bryson to the bathroom door which he opens and finds both of his parents sprawled on the floor. He laughs, threatens to get his camera so he could potentially blackmail us, and then agrees to go get us food. And pick Kyndal up from the babysitter which his pathetic parents were unable to do because we were ineberated. Not more than 30 minutes later I was sitting comfortably in my bed, eating tacos and burritos from Taco Bueno. As I said, I never knew I’d end the night reliving my college years. Before long, my stomach was jerking and twisting again. So I rolled myself out of bed, dragged my self on my hands and knees back to my warm spot, and sat hugging that ole porcelain goddess for the better part of the night. The only positive thing about this whole situation is that I woke up and didn’t have a hangover. So next time, if there is a next time, I will gladly accept the bartender’s watered down drink.

 

Whoever said that breastfed babies… October 11, 2008

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are healthier “can kiss my grits” as Flo from one of my all time classic shows, Alice, would say. Kyndal was the only one of my boys that I breastfed and he stays sicker than the other two. Bryson has never been sick, well outside of his bout with tonsilitis last year when he practically drove me nuts. And yes, Dominic has had his rounds with asthma, but it has always been easy to get under control. But Kyndal! That is another story. He’s constantly got a stuffy/runny nose or some kind of cough. Allergies. The recurring boils that just seem to pop up out of nowhere on his body. Then there’s the not one, not two, not three, but four ear infections – one of which was a double ear infection that resulted in a ruptured eardrum. And don’t let me fail to mention his constant bouts with asthma. Add to this the time he was intibated due to a misdiagnosis of epitiglitis, which turned out to be bronchitis. This kid is always making us take those exciting trips to the ER and doctor’s office. If it wasn’t for our crappy but trusty ole’ health insurance, we’d been in the poor house for real. What? Was there something wrong with my milk? Was it tainted? What is wrong with my breastfed baby?