Throwback Thursday

I saw this the other day and it made me laugh out loud. It's so true, isn't it?

Do you know what movie this scene is from??

Life is too short to cook for you people

Here is another Bottolfini staple. This means it's easy and delicious.

Taco Salad. Yum-o as that pest on Food TV would say.

So here's what you're gonna do to wow your family this week.

Brown 1# of ground beef or turkey in a skillet. Drain off the grease and return the pan to the range. Add to the cooked meat 2 cans of chili beans and 1 jar (I think it's about 12 ounces) of salsa. Simmer it for about 15 minutes. It should look like this:



Return the pan to the stove and add one bag or half head of shredded lettuce, one bag or about 2 cups of shredded cheese, and a small can of sliced black olives. Mix it all together.

I know it sounds gross but the best ideas always do, right?





Serve over Fritos. I like Chili Cheese Fritos but you can use plain if you want. Or maybe Tostitos.



It should look something like this - cell phone optional.

Yum right? I added jalapenos after I took the picture but I didn't want to scare you.

Enjoy!

GratiTuesday

Back to your regularly scheduled brand of mediocrity and it happens to be Tuesday!

You know what that means, it's time to give a little shout out to the Lord for something in life for which I am truly grateful.

Today I am thankful for my hobby as a creative outlet for my stress. Sometimes when life seems overwhelming and absurd beyond comprehension I open my little scrapbooking closet and there I feel comforted by the colors and trinkets. I can sit and doddle for hours gluing and stamping without a care in the world.

I only discovered this hobby one short year ago and thought I'd never understand but thanks to my wonderful friend Janelle (who moved away and I miss so much) I have become a regular scrappin addict. This girl has wicked talent, my friends. If you ever need scrappin advice, visit her blog and send her an email. She is all over it.

Sorry about that

Sorry about the impromptu blogging break.  We had a funeral to attend out of state and I didn't think there was anything appropriate to post during that hiatus.

Thanks for being patient.

Join us tomorrow for your regularly scheduled blogging.

R.I.P. Burton Bottolfson

I was hoping to blog about Veteran's Day today and in a way, I am.

I will dedicate this entire post to one Vet who is most deserving of an entire post.  My husband's namesake and hero who passed away in his sleep last night.

May you rest in peace Grandpa Burt.  We know God has called home one of his Angels.

Readers

Recently I had my annual eye exam and much to my dismay I was told I was in need of readers.  

Initially, I pushed through my obvious need for them because 1) I felt I was way too young for readers.  I was planning to wear cute readers in my 40s but they are not in my current fashion plan; and 2) I was quite confident the military optometrist was young enough to be my son and probably made a mistake. 

I did my usual mumbling and complaining to anyone who would listen.  I figured I could talk my way out of them with Carl since he usually buys into what I'm telling him.  It didn't work.

I mentioned my need for readers to Michael and he said something about me being a cougar like Sarah Palin.  This peaked my interest and I immediately Googled her glasses.  I didn't like them, but I was a little more interested to find that all readers didn't come with matching neck chains.  I started shopping around and found a cute pair of burgundy Coach readers with rhinestone dragonflies on the arms.  Score.

But wait, it gets better.

When Carl and I went to order my cute little readers (see how they are cute now?) the optometrist had to measure my eyes for the glasses.  She had me look into  something that measured the distance between my eyes to make sure the lenses were set properly.  As she pulled the measuring device back she did a double take.  I assumed something was wrong.  She said, "well that's strange, they're perfectly symmetrical.  you don't see that very often".

I looked up at Carl and asked, did you hear that, perfectly symmetrical?  Then I asked her to say it again.

I like this reader thing.  It's gonna be alright.

Funny Friday

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:
1. He called everyone brother.
2. He liked Gospel.
3. He couldn't get a fair trial.

There were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business.
2. He lived at home until he was 33.
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God.

Then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands.
2. He had wine with His meals.
3. He used olive oil.

Then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
1. He never cut His hair.
2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
3. He started a new religion.

Then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature.
2. He ate a lot of fish.
3. He talked about the Great Spirit.

Then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.

But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a WOMAN:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was work to do.

Throwback Thursday

Is it love or is it Memorex?

One of my favorite things about the 80s was mix tapes.  You'd wait for hours for the DJ to play your favorite song and even though he'd talk over the first half of it, you'd record it, along with others and give them to the one you loved.  It was the thought, right?

Mix tapes.  Remember?  Everyone had them.

I found this website and made a tape for Carl.  He didn't get it, but, well, he's Carl.

Check it out and make one for the one you love.  He'll think you're wicked cool for trying.

Ducky Surgery

This is not Ducky's first brush with death.

By the look on Bruiser's face, you can see how close we came to losing Ducky this time. Ducky almost didn't make it.



Luckily mama has mad whip stitching skills and was able to quickly sew up Ducky before too many insides or the all important noise maker came out.

Yes, the glove was necessary if you must know. Carl asked me that too. It wasn't to keep the incision clean. Oh, no. It was to protect my hand from the, ahem, drool that covered the wound prior to the operation. I didn't clean the site very well prior to the treatment in an effort to save time and eliminate trauma (i.e. I didn't want Bruiser to cry for 20 minutes when Ducky was furiously spinning in the rinse cycle).

You Gotta Vote **UPDATED**

Today's the Day, Folks. You Gotta Vote.

**Updated 11/5/08...um...not like that though.**

Yes, You Forgot My Blogiversary

Today marks the one year anniversary of my first blog post evar.

If we were married, you'd be sleeping on the couch tonight.

But this post is about celebrating ME. So let's get on with that. I'm sure somebody, somewhere got me a cake, right? And just so you know, my blogiversary happens to coincide with Cliche Day, Digital Scrapbooking Day, Fala Day and Sandwich Day so now you guys won't forget to buy me presents next year.

When you think you can't eat your cake and have it too, think of me.

Now, I've got a little bloggity something for you. Leave me a comment about why you keep coming back. Come on. Tell me your favorite part of the Pack. Please? Don't leave me hanging.

After all, I wouldn't have been posting for a year if you didnt' keep reading. I'd have given up long ago.

There might even be a little something in it for you.

Linkage

Interesting Stuff: The Trophy Kids Go to Work

Free Stuff: Get a Free Target Bag

Blissful Thinking:  Downsizing