No Way, No How!

I have made a parental decision and since I have decided it, than it is to be.......I WILL NOT escort any of my daughters to any function on a Saturday at 5:45 AM!!!! No way, no how! I don't care if they are receiving an award from the President of the USA. Take a picture and show it to me at a more reasonable hour, thank you. Wheezer, god bless that poor girl's heart, is participating in Science Olympiads this Saturday and they are to meet at the school at 5:45 AM! HA- not this parent! The parents then need to car pool the kids to UNCC! Double HA! Oh wait, we can car pool.... oh, I see..... the other parents have gotten first dibs on not going! That leaves my child and 3 others without a ride.(we can never say NO to an academic endeavor)TRIPLE HA!!! The way I figured this one; since I am camping with same child, I get a free pass on this Saturday deal. Not too mention, I birthed her WITHOUT DRUGS and on the bathroom floor, breastfed her at all hours of the night, and I get all the teen angst thrown at me. That leaves me out, Big Guy in. Besides, we have a camcorder and camera, send me the photos, AFTER 10:00 AM, thank you.

HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY WHEEZER!

Jen's Chicken Loaf

As a nod to Kay and her recent posting of a recipe, here's mine. Chicken Loaf. My family loves it! I like the name-chicken loaf. It's a funny name actually. Anyway, here it is and it really is good. Divide it into 11 portions and it comes to 3.5 Weight Watcher points.
Chicken Loaf
1 lb. ground chicken 2 Tablespoons ketchup
1 c. crushed saltines (24 crackers) 1 Tablespoon Dijon mustard
1/2 c. minced onion 1 teaspoon prepared horseradish
2 Tablespoons minced green pepper 1/2 teas. paprika
1/4 teas. pepper
Heat oven to 350- in large bowl, combine all ingredients, mix well but don't overmix. Pack miture into a 8x4 loaf pan coated w/cooking spray. Bake 45 mins. Remove and let stand 5 mins or longer to set firmly.
Enjoy and say over and over... chicken loaf chicken loaf chicken loaf chicken loaf......

Time is Marching on.

I can't believe it is March already! And the year 2008! Seems like only yesterday I gave birth to my first daughter, Wheezer. She will be 13 this Tuesday and I am having a hard time with it. A teenager, for pete's sake, in my home! Me, a mom of a teenager! I miss her littleness. I miss her needing me, other than for new sneakers or a ride somewhere. I miss her wanting to help with dishes or dusting because any time she spent with me was important to her. I have great photos of her vacuuming for the first time and the joy on her face is priceless. I miss her wearing the craziest outfits with lots and lots of necklaces, bracelets, and hair do-dads AND going out in public because she thought she was, and she was, beautiful! I miss listening to the Talking Heads song "Stay Up Late" and being reminded of her. (I still am but it's different). I miss singing "Daisy, Daisy" and "You are my sunshine" and she getting thrilled as if it is the first time she's heard it not the millionth. I miss her announcing in second grade that "Itsy Bitsy Spider" was her favorite song because pop culture hadn't found her yet. I miss her, at age three still sleeping in her crib, or her cozy nest as she called it, and teaching her friends to climb into it and play Barbies with her. I miss her imaginary friend, Keisha, who lived with us from age 3 to age 6. There were times I swore Keisha really did exist! I miss, most of all, Wheezer thinking the sun rose and set on me and she wanted to be just like me when she grew up. I love her so much as she grows into a young women, but I mourn the child that is gone.