Sesame Street Pinball

This brings back some serious memories.

A funk phenomenon

I am in a funk. My mood is swinging and I am tired and hungry for some Chinese food. Good Chinese food, like the kind you get in San Diego in the Asian part of town. The kind that you are not sure exactly what you are eating because the menu is in Cantonese or Japanese, and you are trusting the waitress to bring you something good that doesn't cost over ten dollars. I want the kind of waitress that doesn't even exactly know what you are saying and nods her head just a little too hard to reassure you, dear round eye, that it will indeed be what you want.
In a funk.

A mood for the morning.

I found what I was looking for.

I found it! I want to make these and I don't think it will take to long to complete. What a great idea, huh? I just hope that it works well for us.
Also, I found that there is a place to get what are called "seconds" from a cloth diaper resource. As quoted from another website!

http://www.prodiaper.net"- This is a company that makes diapers and covers
for diaper service companies. You can order at retail on their website. However,
this is my personal favorite place to shop for covers and prefolds because you
can get seconds for a wonderful price. To order seconds, call (360) 699-5403 (in
Washington State) or (800) 397-8594. You can ask for Prorap diaper cover seconds
and for diaper seconds. You will want to c hose 4x6x4 or 4x8x4. I prefer the
4x8x4. These are about $17 per dozen and then shipping is by weight. This is the
best price I've seen. I've been using these diapers for about a year now. I only
have one dozen diapers so I wash them every other day. After a year of use they
still look new!
A word about seconds- supposedly the diaper covers have
slight flaws but I've never been able to find them. The diaper seconds are
actually first quality. The company gets the diapers in huge bales. If a bale
opens and the diapers spill out, those diapers are sold as seconds. There's
nothing at all wrong with them.

Is this just nuts?!

Anyway, the seconds are about half the price and there are no reports that they are not as effective at keeping things in place. Whew! I hope I can get the OK to order some. (Insert plug for Leah's diaper fund! =)

All this nesting is driving me nuts. I really don't need a thing, or do I?

Leah says the darnest things.

No this is not going to be in the third person again, but I said something to someone that I cant believe I said. I was so dumb and I called back to apologise, but I think it will haunt me for the rest of my life. A great lesson learned.

I have not found a name yet, nor am I trying. I have given up and will call him something original like, son. Right.

I did, however, score some wool in the form of a sweaters that I am hoping to turn into diaper covers. I need to find the tutorial about it. I have seen it, I just cant remember where. Of course I was not smart enough to put it in my faves.

Oh, and let me tell you. My love affair with bacon is back.

More adventures in cooking!

I made some pita bread this morning, and it was so yummy I went for it again this evening. I took some pics with my phone, but they turned out bad. You cant tell a thing. So I ditched the photo ops and I will bore you now with the gory details.
First off, I had no olive oil. Shame on me, I know, but I used walnut oil instead. Turned out alright, I must say. It was sort of sweet, in a way. Next, I wanted a toastier finish. I recommend the oven to be set at 450 degrees as 400 stated in the original recipe is not hot enough for me and my taste buds. I think next time I will try the broiler.
They make such a nice pocket when cooled. Enough said.
Do I have some stuffed in my face right now? You bet!
I also recommend doing this in some sort of cooler morning or evening hour, as the oven door is opened and closed many times in the process.
So there it is, my pita bread, via, the Fresh loaf.
Now, how do I get honey and peanut butter off the keyboard?

Still searching for the right one.

Meanwhile back at her house, Leah is still on the hunt for a good name for a boy. She keeps looking and all the names she encounters are Irish meaning little fire. This is unintentional as the mouse is sort of hovering over random names. None the less, little fire is scaring her. Is this babe destined to be a "little fire?" Hope prevails in her mind, surely it cant be. All the rib kicking and acid reflux is just coincidence, right? Leah is convinced this all is in her head, and looking at her empty cup of coffee, wonders if its all a caffeine driven fantasy to begin with.