Note 2 Self:
When your doorbell rings…don’t assume you know who is standing behind your door even if you are expecting company. This weekend my family and I decided to get together for a little potluck at my house. I told everyone to be over at 6pm and my doorbell rang at 5:55pm. I assumed it was some members of my family. Usually when my sister, her husband and kids arrive, my 3-year old nephew is the first one to be standing eagerly in the doorway ringing the doorbell. I thought I’d scare him by swinging the door open and jumping in the doorway like a spider monkey with a ridiculously cheesy smile on my face. To my surprise, it was not my 3-year-old nephew on the other side of the door. In fact, it wasn’t any of the members of my family. It was a woman and her 2 children that I’ve never seen before. They seemed a little startled by my over-the-top greeting. The cheesy grin on my face quickly faded into a look of pure embarrassment. Apparently these people live somewhere in my neighborhood (we are fairly new to the area so I don’t know all of our neighbors yet). They were going door-to-door selling doughnuts for a church fundraiser. I felt obligated to buy some from them since I probably scared them half to death. Plus, I figured I better make an attempt to redeem my reputation as the neighborhood weirdo. This woman will probably ban her children from selling door-to-door at my house ever again (which on second thought might not be such a bad thing). I will now proceed with caution and always answer my door in a mature adult fashion.
What Chaps My Cheeks:
It chaps my cheeks when people go out to eat by themselves and take the largest table in the joint. Me, my husband and daughter met my sister and her family at Qdoba for dinner one night. It’s a smaller restaurant with just a few tables and we needed a table that would accommodate 4 adults, 1 kid, and 2 babies in high chairs. There was 1 large table in the restaurant that would have fit us quite comfortably. The only problem was; it was occupied by someone. And by someone I mean someONE. That’s right…1 lonely person at a table fit for 6. And it’s not like the place was packed and the large table was his only option. There were plenty of smaller booths available that would have suited him much better. So all 4 of us adults, 1 child, and 2 babies in high chairs had to cram into 1 tiny booth that was meant for 4 people. It was quite cozy to say the least. Needless to say, we were all elbowing each other in the sides while eating our meal. I made a few glares in the direction of the large table thief in hopes that he would see how cramped we were and hopefully make a wiser choice in his table selection on his next restaurant venture.
Jack (age 3 1/2): “I see the moon momma. Jesus is pushing it out.”
I was playing around on Pinterest (my new favorite website) and found this pic.
They had mentioned that collecting letters of the alphabet is a great baby shower idea. Each guest is assigned a letter to bring and they can decorate it anyway they want to. This is a great way to get a creative wall without much effort! Love it!
Look here for more alphabet ideas.
Recipe: Fluffy Raspberry Torte
- 2 cups graham cracker crumbs
- 1/2 cup butter, melted
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1 (16 ounce) package miniature marshmallows
- 1 cup milk
- 2 cups heavy whipping cream, whipped
- 4 cups fresh raspberries
- 1/2 cup chopped pecans
- In a small bowl, combine cracker crumbs, butter and sugar. Set aside 1/4 cup for topping. Press remaining crumb mixture onto the bottom and 1-1/2 in. up the sides of a 9-in. springform pan; set aside.
- In a large saucepan, combine marshmallows and milk. Cook and whisk over medium-low heat until marshmallows are melted and mixture is smooth. Cool. Fold in whipped cream, raspberries and pecans. Pour into prepared crust. Top with remaining crumb mixture. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Remove sides of pan.