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Friday, April 24, 2009

Welcome! Sit a Spell! Leave a Comment! Don't Hurt Me!

I got my sitemeter stats today and this week had a new high--almost 400 visits. I am assuming that 395 of those visits were from either from CJane minions who were angry that I insinuated my legs might ever reach her level of exalted shininess, or my stepmom who doesn't use the Google Reader and has an almost-compulsive page refreshing habit. But just in case there are actual people besides the mob, Jenny, and the five of you, I thought I would post again.

So, um, a post...

Well, it is Friday. And that means it is Spaghetti and Meatballs night. I decided that I wanted to have more routine in our home, which translates to me having to think less about dinner. Jooj LOVES spaghetti and W LOVES meat. I like things I can boil. Win-Win-Win. So if you come to dinner on a Friday, you are getting this treat:


Another benefit to having an official Friday Night Dinner is that I can spend some time making dessert. This is actually from yesterday, because the plums were turning, but we ate it tonight so I think it counts. Now, I know that some people would not pee on Rachel Ray if she were on fire, but this is from her magazine and it was AWESOME.



In other news, I am coming to a neighborhood in Provo next week. Without my kid. Or my husband. Or, most likely, spending money. Who wants to hit the dollar menu with me?

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Wherein I No Longer Attempt to be Recognized as a Good Mormon Mother

Is it okay to post about Family Traditions I want to start if those traditions do not involve
1. Heirloom anything
2. Organic anything
3. Mami exerting effort
4. Glossy, photo-shopped pics
5. Haikus, italicized fronts, or scrapbookety things?

Too bad. So sad. I will hand in my Mo Card.

Because I have decided that we are having a new Sundee tradition:

Take and bake pizza from Target.

After church I will buck my family heritage, will NOT make a roast with potatoes and homemade rolls and a tub of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, and will grab an Archer Farms Rising Crust Pizza out of the chest freezer. I will then place said pizza in the Advantium. Then I will read blogs. Then I will eat pizza. Then I will take a nap.

Are there any unholy traditions you want to get off of your chest?

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