Please Say You're Not Talking About Your Armpits

Oh but I am!  I'm actually going to blog about my armpits today.  But I won't show you pictures.  If you've seen one armpit, you've pretty much seen them all.  Except for the armpits that you really don't want to see.  Some things just can't be un-seen.

A few weeks ago my cute friend Kathy contacted me to see if I would be interested in being a brand ambassador for Elase Medical Spa.  At first I just saw the word "spa" and thought to myself, I could use a massage.  Massages are nice, but that's not what Elase does.  Elase Medical Spa offers a variety of skin care treatments including laser hair removal, chemical peels, photo facials, Botox injections, Dermapen treatments, lip injections, skin care and many other options.

When I first met with the lovely ladies of Elase I was a little overwhelmed and nervous about all the possibilities.  I had a lot of questions and they patiently answered each one.  Every single person at Elase that I have interacted with have been so kind and comforting and real.

This is a brave new world for me and I decided to give laser hair removal a try.  I was reassured that it was a fairly painless process with little to no side effects.  But I am the person who gets their eyebrows waxed a few days before going on local television and ends up with a Klingon forehead. Remember?  At least we can laugh about it now.  But my experience of being the delicate flower that I am, I was a bit skeptical about how I would react to the laser hair removal.

Yesterday was the big day.  I was all ready to go (freshly shaven, per request) and put the Dr. Numb numbing cream on my armpits like I had been told.  But since I am still me, I didn't put enough on to actually make anything numb.  Like, at all.  And the butterflies in my tummy were not happy with me.  They were already aflutter with the idea of lasers being shot at me and then I didn't use enough numbing cream.  But really.....how can we expect any different from me.  It's just how I roll. 

But I was determined to overcome my uneasiness and do this!  I was excited!  I was nervous!  I was keeping my focus on being excited!  Mary Kate was the aesthetician who worked with me and she was nice and completely patient with my quirky self.  She even made sure we had matching eye wear!

Not sure what's going on with this picture...it's a little squished. 

And humored me when I asked her to pose with a laser.

The actual treatment took less than 30 seconds on each arm.  And I didn't really need the numbing cream after all.  It was cold and over so quickly that I didn't have time to notice if it hurt.  Clearly it didn't.  Even though I had been told that it was a super quick procedure and pretty painless, I was still shocked at how quickly it went.  I was still a bit skeptical and watched carefully to see if I would have any side effects from my treatment.  And.....nothing.  Not a single thing.

Although I've always thought that I would like laser hair removal, I have always assumed that it was just too expensive.  Elase Medical Spas recommends 8-12 treatments for more permanent results and offers a program that you can purchase that allows you to get all the treatments you need (for a specified area) over an 18 month time period.  If this is something that you've been considering, now is a good time because underarm laser hair removal is 50% off for the rest of May.  If you're interested in a more Brazilian style of hair removal, it is 30% off throughout May.  And monthly payments are an option you can take advantage of to make it that much easier on your budget.

And now you know everything you never knew you wanted to know about my armpits.  Just you wait till I tell you all about getting a Brazilian!  Oh, I kid.....maybe.....

Recipe Swap Wednesday-Cabbage Stew

I originally found this recipe in a gluten free slow cooker cook book, but of course I've made some changes to suit our family.  This has been the most requested meal for the last couple of months, only recently to be replaced by my new macaroni and cheese recipe (soon to come).

The first time I made it I just happened to forget about how my husband doesn't like cabbage soup and my girls didn't like the cabbage casserole I had made last year.  Until I was cooking the meat and chopping up the cabbage.  Needless to say, I was a tad bit nervous about how well received it would be.  I was pleasantly surprised (and ridiculously relieved) at how much everyone loved it.  It was even requested as one of the birthday dinners for Babs birthday.  It's that good.

Cabbage Stew
Ingredients
1 1/4 lbs ground beef (i may not have used that exact amount)
1 medium onion, chopped
1 28-oz can diced tomatoes (I used a home canned quart of tomatoes)
1 tsp sugar (optional)
1.5 tsp. Italian seasoning
1 tsp minced garlic (When I was in a hurry I used 1/2 tsp garlic powder)
1/2 tsp ground black pepper
1/2 head cabbage, chopped
2-3 medium carrots, sliced
3/4 cup brown rice
1 32-oz package of beef broth
Shredded or grated Parmesan cheese

Directions
1. In a medium stock pot or large frying pan over medium heat, cook the beef and onion; cook until onion is soft and meat is browned throughout.  Drain off the fat.  Stir in the tomatoes, bouillon, sugar, Italian seasoning, garlic, and pepper.  Mix well and set aside.

2. Place the chopped cabbage and sliced carrots in the slow cooker crock.  Sprinkle the rice over the cabbage.  Spread the beef mixture over the rice, do not stir.  Pour the beef broth over all, do not stir.

3. Cover and cook 8 hours on low or 4 hours on high.  Stir the soup well before serving.  Garnish each portion with shredded Parmesan if desired.


Disclaimer: Honestly, my children already really like vegetables.  I've been very lucky in that aspect and because they are also willing to try new recipes.  This recipe is not guaranteed to turn vegetable haters into vegetable lovers.  But it is super yummy so it's worth a shot!

If you have a yummy recipe to share with me, leave a link!  I'm always looking for yummy new recipes to try!

 

Tip Tuesday-Cake Decorating At It's Finest

A few months ago I was lucky enough to go to a friend, Ashlee's cake decorating class at Orson Gygi.  She makes the most amazing cakes and I was super excited to go.  She has a blog, I'm Topsy Turvy, that is about all things creative from her cakes to crocheting to home DIY projects.  Her cakes are truly amazing and if you don't believe me, just follow her on Instagram. 

The class I attended covered some basics in cake decorating with butter cream frosting. 

One of the things that I loved most about this class is how open and encouraging Ashlee was.  There was no "right way" to do everything.  She encouraged creativity and it made it so much fun! And thanks to this class (and some very patient texting from Ashlee) I was able to make this cake for Lolly's birthday.

She's going to be teaching a class on fondant roses and ruffles for the next two Wednesday nights and I promise you that she is the best teacher if you're looking to learn more about cake decorating.  Really.

For more info go here: http://www.gygi.com/index.php/fondant-gumpaste-may.html

Disclosure: I did get to attend one of her cake decorating classes, but I have not been compensated in any way.  I'm just really happy for Ashlee to be teaching classes and wanted to spread the word.  All opinions, pictures and cake anxiety attacks are my own.

Eight Months Later....

It's been eight months.  Eight months since my shoulder surgery.  It's funny how such a small thing can totally throw your life off track.  It was my tenth surgery.  Yep.  The big number 10.  You would think I would be better at it by now.

In the beginning it was like this.....

And I struggled through life with my dominate arm in a sling for six weeks.  Then came physical therapy.

I was supposed to be in physical therapy for 2-3 months.  But because I am special I was in remedial physical therapy for a little over 5 months.  The most painful part was paying for it.

And here I am, eight months later.  I can do most things, although I still find myself using my left arm more than my right.  Old habits die hard.....it was 17 years between the time I dislocated it and the surgery so I really got used to doing things the south paw way.  I think it probably made it easier to be in a sling since I was so used to doing things with my left hand.  Writing was a struggle.

Speaking of writing....I only got half of my thank you notes written.  I've gone back and forth on which is worse...to be in the half that doesn't get a thank you note or get a thank you note six months late?  I've asked around but still haven't written the rest of those stupid notes.  Which leads me to feel like I need to bring the thank you note with some sort of treat.  But I'd have to make the treat first.  Dang it!  It's a vicious cycle!

Most days I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of to do lists and dirty dishes, but doesn't everyone?  I think I'm as back to normal I ever am.  I can pick up my Babs.  At least for now.  I can do everything I used to do and so much more.  I'm still hesitant to vacuum.  Obviously.  And it's been recommended that I not use a garden tiller.  Probably a good call.

I don't go in for physical therapy anymore.  I'm supposed to do it all at home now which is good and bad.  The good part is that home physical therapy is free.  The bad part is I keep forgetting.  Having an appointment looming before me and knowing I would be asked how I did on my exercises really kept me focused.  Now I just....forget.  Like all the other things I forget everyday.  Plus I miss the people I used to visit with when I would go in for physical therapy.  I know that sounds crazy, but they were fun.  I got to chat with grown ups!  I looked forward to seeing them (I know...pathetic) and I think they liked visiting with me.  It's nice to go somewhere and have people happy to see you.

But the best part is that now, eight months later, my girls hardly ever ask if my shoulder is  hurting or if I'm able to do what they need me to do.  They don't even think about it anymore.  I'm back to being mom who can take care of everything.  And that is what makes it all worth it.   

Friday Favorite-The Best Dog In The World

Dexter.  He is an awesome dog.  He's so awesome I've even forgiven him for that running away phase he went through a couple of years ago.  There are many reason why he's the best dog, but today I just have one.

A couple months ago, on a cold, cold night, both my girls decided they HAD to sleep in my bed.  My bed is comfy so I can't really blame them.  The girls love to invade our bed but they know that if they wake CG up he will kick them out and make them go back to bed in the cold and dark.  They also know that Mommy is a softie and can't kick them out. 

After the first child comes in, they snuggle up so close to me that we take up the space of one person.  We have a bit less than half the bed.  It's cozy.  And it's usually Lolly.  Then Babs discovers she no longer has a roommate and comes running into my room like someone is chasing her.  But she's not so scared that she has forgotten the rule.  Don't wake up Daddy.  She usually opts for sleeping on me for minimal impact on waking up the other half of the bed.  And I mean literally on top of me. 

On this particular night I was really tired and desperate for some sleep.  I decided that was more likely to happen on the couch.  The girls didn't really need me....they just needed my spot on the bed.  But I took my pillow.  Well.....one of them. 

Off to the couch I went with my pillow and a  blanket.  But it was cold.  Really cold.  I was shivering and wishing I had thought to call Dexter with me on my way out.  But I was too tired/cold to get up to go find him. 

So I whisper yelled for him.  We were literally on opposite ends of the house but I still whisper yelled for him.  The poor dog was sound asleep.  There was no way he would hear me. 

And about a minute later I heard the familiar jangling of his collar as he was going room to room looking for me.  He finally found me on the couch and I promptly called him up to keep me warm.  He may have taken up half the room on the couch, but I didn't care.  My puppy had come to take care of me. 

He really is the best dog in the whole world.  And he's ours. 

I Don't Like Spiders

That title up there....biggest understatement of the century.  To say I don't like spiders is to say that the world is kinda big.  Mega understatement. 

And don't even try to logic me out of it.  I know I'm bigger.  Doesn't matter.  I only have two legs.  Many people find my outrageous fear of spiders to be completely irrational.  Myself included.  But honestly....I just shivered because I'm totally creeped out by even the idea of a spider.

And now I have two little girls that I'm trying really, really hard to not pass on my irrational fear.  Being the grown up, blah blah blah.  This pretty much sets up the scene for this morning.

Babs was the first one to catch sight of the giant monster on our kitchen ceiling.  She has her Mama's gift for spotting them in any situation.  It's not really a gift though.  Ignorance can be bliss.  I got a little closer to see what I was dealing with.  I did not like what I saw.  Not at all.  It was HUGE.  Not like Amazon huge, but big.  And black.  And hairy.  With a white spot on it's back.  I didn't take a picture because, HELLO, I do NOT want a picture of a nasty spider on my phone or camera.  Ever.

Since it was on the ceiling and I didn't want it wondering throughout the house, we decided our best plan of attack was the vacuum.  We have a canister vacuum with a nice long extension hose.  Not long enough in my opinion, but long.  So I pulled on my big girl panties and climbed up on a kitchen chair so I could reach it.  Babs turned on the vacuum.

And every time I got near enough to the spider to vacuum it up I screamed like a little girl.

And then it crawled in the corner where I couldn't reach it so I climbed back down and turned off the vacuum.  Babs gave me a pep talk and told me that I just needed to keep telling myself I could do it and then I'd be able to do it.

The spider crawled back in to the strike zone and there were no more excuses.  I adjusted my big girl panties, pulled on my kitchen gloves and grabbed the vacuum again.  I may have been screaming the entire time and dropped the vacuum as soon as it sucked up the nasty monster.  And I just shivered again recalling that lovely moment.    

Babs told me I did a good job and that we make a great team.  I'm really hoping I haven't scarred her for life.

I really don't like spiders.

Pet Peeve of the Day

I think I'm pretty typical in having a pet peeve or two....or maybe 50.  But today's pet peeve is of a grammatical nature.

I may be an old prude, but the misuse of exclamation points drives me batty.

OH EM GEE I'm so sad!!!!

That's the saddest thing to ever happen!!!!

I'm so depressed!!!!

Seriously people.  The lack of a proper grammatical education in this country is disheartening.

I can't even bring myself to talk about your and you're.  And then there is there, their and they're.

But my biggest pet peeve of the day is definitely taxes.  I'm doing our taxes today and they are NOT playing nicely.

Grumble, grumble, grumble....

Or should I say, grumble, grumble, grumble!!!!

 

A Fly On The Wall

I've always wanted to be a fly on the wall.  See what other peoples lives are really like, instead of the life as it appears to be.  The good, the bad, the ugly....mostly good I hope.  Although we all have our "what in the name of all that is holy" moments.  That's when my family knows I am teetering on the edge and they quickly re-evaluate their current behaviors and immediately make the necessary modifications. 

Which gets me to thinking.....what would a fly on my wall see?  And would that fly share it on my blog?

Of course she would. (Our fly is a girl)

I now present to you 30 minutes of my life from an evening this week.  No gory details will be left out and all names have already been changed.  While every 30 minute block of time does not include these same events, it's a fairly accurate representation of every 30 minute block of my day. 

It's after a later than planned dinner and the girls have already been sent to get in jammies and brush their teeth.  I'm sitting in the kitchen and decide that this is the perfect night to spend in my jammies so I head down the hall to slip into something a little more comfortable. 

As I'm leaving the kitchen, I realize my girls are all ready for bed, and wrestling in the front room, but have not gotten the official instructions to progress to the book time portion of the evening.  Well, I took care of that pretty quick.  A girl needs her beauty sleep.  

As I'm walking down the hall to their room to set their book time timer, I see the dirty laundry (bed linens) on the hallway floor anxiously waiting to be washed.  I did manage to set their timer before heading to the laundry room, having remembered that the load of laundry I had started earlier in the day was also waiting anxiously for my attention.  

After hanging up a variety of pink and ruffly delicates belonging to the girls, I figured that since I was there I might as well put another load of laundry in to wash.  Throughout my laundry escapades Babs had decided to join me and started matching socks.  

Once I was done with the laundry room, I headed to my room to change into pajamas of course.  As I went to close the draperies (I cannot type drapes because it was drilled into my brain in college that it is draperies and not drapes) and happened to see a bird in the tree.  It was dusk and I couldn't tell if it was a blue bird or a robin.  I love blue birds.  And of course I just had to know if this was a blue bird.  CG obliged me by handing my a pair of binoculars and we discussed the potential for being labeled creepy if people were to see us looking out the window with our binoculars.  

The book timer goes off!!!  It's time to tuck those cute girls in bed, which is an event in and of itself.  Pillows and blankets and various comfort items are properly positioned and all the last minute, ultra important things that need discussing are brought up with the ultimate determination to postpone the inevitable....bed time.  

And when all was said and done, CG looks at me and says, "I thought you were going to put your pajamas on". 

Easter 2013...At A Glance

 The Easter Bunny Delivered!

Mom made a quiche for breakfast.  BEFORE 9 am church. 

Bonus Mommy Points.

Dexter enjoying the excitement of emptying the Easter baskets.

Or tolerating it.

 Easter Egg Toes

 

My babies.

I just cannot get over their cuteness.

 

Deviled eggs for lunch, of course.

Easter Egg Hunt at Grandma & Papa Van's house.

This year's attempt at a family picture.  Not too shabby.

Needless to say, after all that holiday excitement, the girls fell asleep in about five minutes.  Which is completely understandable when you realize that they started asking for their Easter baskets around 3 am.  And every 15 minutes or so until I begged them to stop around 6 am.  Clearly it is time to establish some holiday waking rules. 

Glimpes of Spring Break

We started off the week with a little family coloring on Sunday, thanks to Todays Mama for the printable.

First official day of spring break was the pajama movie party.  Stay in pajamas all day and watch movies?

Yes, please!

Made some flesh eating sugar cookies.  Wish I had gotten a pic of the vengeful bunny.

Visited the Lego Exhibit....more on that later.

Found a cool piano and took a picture.

And no week is complete without a homemade pizza and movie. (Hop, of course)

Thanks to my sister in law, we got to take the girls to the Lollipops concert at Abravanel Hall.  

(Again...more to come...)

This year's egg coloring was brought to you by Sharpie Markers.  The girls had a great time and it didn't require the same level of supervision the liquid dye does.

And then came Easter.  But that gets a post all it's own....