tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10888964549043328522024-02-06T22:30:15.358-05:00The Daily Musings Of KuppyA wonderfully distraught compilation of thoughts, stories, boo-boo's, mommy to do's, and the occasional recipe! Done up southern style with a vintage twist.Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-10804742534600675202014-05-27T16:27:00.000-04:002014-05-27T16:27:19.423-04:00Howard-Harold the DuckSaturday morning I get up and pack my kids and my mother in the car to head to the Farmer's Market.<br />
I expected to find some yummy homegrown organic greens, fruits, meats, eggs, and what-not's.<br />
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What I didn't expect to find was a Duck. <br />
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A real live duck. On the busy highway, against the curb.<br />
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My heart dropped as I sped past and saw him out of the corner of my eye. I immediately stopped and turned around and asked my mom if she saw that. Then she said yeah what was it and I said it looked like a duck. So, I popped a u-turn in the middle of the road and turn into the gas station and get out and run over to the highway. There he was. So sad. Bleeding, busted up, hunched over, and just there. I snatched him up instinctively and wrapped him up in my shirt, making sure to cover his eyes. He was so calm. Too calm.<br />
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I kept his eyes covered, so not to freak him out anymore than he already was, and started to Google vets near our location. We went to a couple of vets, just to be told that they could not handle "wildlife".<br />
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I called the GA Wildlife Rescue and nothing, I called 2 local rehabs, and nothing. <br />
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I sat in the parking lot of one of the vet's office and thought very hard over what to do.<br />
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I wasn't a vet. I only rescue animals and get them treatment. I didn't know how to care for a duck. Especially a duck that looked like he was attacked by a dog and had a broken beak. He needs his beak. How will he eat? How will he drink? Is his head supposed to be THAT crooked? <br />
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No. Clue.<br />
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So, I took him back over to the lake and placed him back into the water. <br />
Nothing.<br />
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He didn't move, swim, budge, quack, nothing.<br />
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I saw the nearby geese and felt like they would have ganged up on him if he was just there in the open. So, I found a little cove with some brush and hid him there until he was no longer in shock and could swim out. And I left.<br />
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My heart was so heavy.<br />
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I went ahead to the Farmer's Market and picked up my groceries. At one point I sent the picture I had taken of the duck to my hubby. <br />
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Once he saw the picture, he called me and asked me why I had a duck and what happened.<br />
I explained to him the story and he asked me where he was. I told him that I placed him back at the lake and not to worry, I wasn't bringing it home.<br />
Then he said, what?! He is hurt. Go find him and bring him home. <br />
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I was shocked.<br />
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OK. Don't have to tell me twice!<br />
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I headed back to the lake and he floated, not swam, floated further down. I rolled up my pants and walked into the lake to retrieve that baby!<br />
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My hubby called and said he would meet me at the store to buy him a kiddie pool, and some food.<br />
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So off we went to the store. Once I arrived, I didn't want to leave him in the car. {I'm one of those, HEY! I will smash your windows in if I see an animal unattended in your car when it's hot outside, types of people} <br />
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And there was my amazing mothers day gift from my hubby. A woven bag that screamed "Duck Carrier" to me. He was still wrapped up and fit perfectly in the bag. <br />
Off we went. <br />
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I had a little mini hand held fan over him so he didn't get too warm in there. But he was soaked from the lake and the water was surprisingly cold.<br />
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We grabbed him a pool, some seeds, some berries, worms, crickets, and headed home.<br />
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My husband got home before I did and had his pool already set up, filled with water, and the dogs put up.<br />
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We came in and I put him in the pool to cool down and drink some water. He was content. He started to swim around and duck his beak in to drink some water.<br />
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I cleaned his beak up and put some homemade salve on it.<br />
I tried to feed him, but his beak was so messed up, he didn't feel like opening it. This is where the tough love came into play. I knew that if he didn't eat something, he would die. I gently rubbed the tip of his beak with my finger and he barely opened up. But enough to wear I could place my finger there to hold it ajar so that I could put some smushed berry in there. He loved it. I tried this a few more times throughout the night.<br />
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I took him out of the pool and let him forage in the grass and wooded area for awhile and then he curled up in some grass and fell asleep. This scene went on for a couple of days. He slowly got better and started to make noises, run from the dogs, flap his wings, hold himself up, and so many other things he wasn't doing when he arrived. <br />
Him and my pup Frankie became buds. <br />
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Side thought: I swear I attract hurt animals. They FLOCK to me. Not that I mind. For example: <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixh7WIgd6pdfoA7fEhH-Lm7qrYYcCypa-KRKWT30IdRgUtKG1KWFUCnUMqWZQOij1OdP2qzZo2HYxlV3SNFVDFMUu8IBtZi6uCPd7qGaqaAmiWsWMcJclxM3ltChQd6VK0kFpYONPNjFU/s1600/10364109_10152048168176196_3109880321047398647_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixh7WIgd6pdfoA7fEhH-Lm7qrYYcCypa-KRKWT30IdRgUtKG1KWFUCnUMqWZQOij1OdP2qzZo2HYxlV3SNFVDFMUu8IBtZi6uCPd7qGaqaAmiWsWMcJclxM3ltChQd6VK0kFpYONPNjFU/s320/10364109_10152048168176196_3109880321047398647_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnKMBRc4pDLhqK3_m1mQn68Fp2xQd0SdtsEEhVrplyBP3Xkiv-l1HVkfm-aDS7_dVbw7q5Fof_cYHnr-HiCqUv1kkbPVe5ES6yBCUMFEt_3k13x0Vi_3DHLv_TxPONsLAu6G8-ZFlCltO/s1600/10372080_10152048153396196_6826826226713216170_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnKMBRc4pDLhqK3_m1mQn68Fp2xQd0SdtsEEhVrplyBP3Xkiv-l1HVkfm-aDS7_dVbw7q5Fof_cYHnr-HiCqUv1kkbPVe5ES6yBCUMFEt_3k13x0Vi_3DHLv_TxPONsLAu6G8-ZFlCltO/s320/10372080_10152048153396196_6826826226713216170_n.jpg" /></a></div>These baby birds kept following me. They would not go to their mum in the tree. But I loved it. They were so sweet and cuddly. Eventually, I was able to put them all in the tree and run off so they couldn't catch me. They were just learning how to fly and their nest was in the playground in our neighborhood and I just knew that they would be stepped on. <br />
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Anywho!<br />
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So, There he was, this beautiful mallard duck chilling in my backyard.<br />
After a couple of days, I started to notice that he was getting harder to catch, made a lot more noise, and was opening his beak!<br />
{YAY!}<br />
So, yesterday, we took him to a lake up the street from us and let him go.<br />
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At first he wouldn't move. So, I touched his tail feathers and he flitted off. He swam and dove and drank til his little heart was content. I had never seen him dive, so I was thankful to see that. That to me was a good sign. By the way, the first picture of this scene was not of me throwing him. He saw the local geese and freaked out and I was trying to keep him from falling. Yes, I know he has wings. Motherly instinct, sorry. <br />
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Howard the duck, named by my hubby, knows as Harold to me, is living the life now. <br />
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This was only part of my eventful weekend.<br />
How was yours?<br />
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Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-29267112277773462462014-05-21T15:11:00.000-04:002014-05-21T15:20:05.579-04:00Stubborn Frankie and his rescue storyI am bringing it down a notch today with something easy peasey (as my 8 year old says) with a silly 2 minute video of our rescue Frankie and I having a disagreement.<br />
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Frankie is our latest rescue baby whom we rescued from the vet. Here's the story.<br />
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One morning I was cruising through Facebook, when I saw a post from a friend of mine who worked at our family vet's office. It stated that they had all of these wonderful dogs in their company rescue that were not yet homed and would be able to go to a good home for free. All dogs were vetted, up to date on shots, treated for fleas and ticks, microchipped, and Heartworm Negative! What. A. Deal. Now to find "The One". I went through a couple of pages and I saw him. Sitting all sad in a corner, so dirty and hairy, you couldn't even see his face. <br />
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I HAD to see him.<br />
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I contacted my friend who gave me the contact at the Vet and snuck out of work to go meet him.<br />
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When I got to the vet's office, I let them know why i was there, and was told to please wait.<br />
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And wait.<br />
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And wait.<br />
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And wait.<br />
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An hour had gone by and my boss is beginning to wonder if I am coming back.<br />
I speak up, again, and was told that the woman who handles the adoptions is not there.<br />
Then she said, "Have you met him yet?" <br />
"No!" I happily shouted, "Can I?"<br />
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She takes me back to this pen where it is so noisy and there he sits. All scruffy and sad. He was so ecstatic to be getting out of that cage for a change!<br />
They put me into a room to bond with him and he didn't want anything to do with me!<br />
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Stubborn.<br />
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He will fit in nicely.<br />
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So, after calling, coaxing, bribing, and baby talk, I HAD to get back to work.<br />
I asked them how could I go about taking him Home.<br />
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They simply said, just fill out some paperwork and take him home.<br />
I immediately sent a picture to my husband who immediately replied back "He needs to be groomed!". {That's "Honey, he is so very cute and how very kind of you to bring home another dog for us to love!" in husband talk)<br />
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Well I get him home and settled in and have to run back to work.<br />
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When I get home after work, my family and I take him to the groomers!<br />
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Well.... We thought it was all loving, snuggling, and wet nose kisses from here on out. Boy were we wrong.<br />
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We get him home from the groomers and my husband looks at me and says, "I thought you said he was neutered?!"<br />
I said, "he is."<br />
"No he isn't"<br />
"Well that is what the vet said"<br />
"I am looking right at his man parts, and they are still intact!"<br />
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I called the vet's office and they cannot locate his file. They "know" he was fixed, vetted, microchipped, and heartworm negative. They just "knew" it.<br />
Well guess what?! I need to see some paperwork and evidence that this is true!<br />
My family and I are already attached to this sweetheart and I need to make sure it is ok for him to be around my other animals.<br />
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Then they called back. They cannot locate his file and I will need to bring him in to have him neutered and vetted.<br />
We take him in and give them huge "what-for" for what has happened and they apologized and said that it would be no cost to us.<br />
Ya think?!?!<br />
To make matters worse, he was not micro-chipped, and he was COVERED in fleas, ticks, and sores. <br />
And.... with a heavy heart, he was heart worm positive. <br />
Positive. <br />
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My poor baby.<br />
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Poor franks gets home from being neutered and poked and prodded, and is so sleepy he goes right to bed.<br />
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We begin the treatment for heart worms. <br />
We decided to go the "slow-kill" route for the sake of his body.<br />
I gotta say, For a stray with heart worms, he is amazing.<br />
House trained, super snuggly, great protector, great with our kids and other animals, friendly, a smidge bossy, loving, a tad selfish with toys, and likes to run (as in, out the door every time it opens).<br />
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But we love him so very much and I believe he loves us too!!!<br />
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I hope you enjoy <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tgas_9iGyw ">this cute little video</a>! Please share it with your friends, you never know who may need a smile!<br />
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Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-7319909444488019852014-04-21T11:42:00.000-04:002014-04-21T11:42:53.501-04:00Bad Wife award<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_EIYikzPwAMkhcAZ6QsScdfQl6by83HgIv6VEpuje0f07XvPKfTO6nEPwiBE0rkK1ujQLHJ06zOaUvFhIb90Nt3vDObQMpORUVnR4Y40spkJPiS5CzBgCCuCxOedSMoQh6pjU9binVYx/s1600/bad+wife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_EIYikzPwAMkhcAZ6QsScdfQl6by83HgIv6VEpuje0f07XvPKfTO6nEPwiBE0rkK1ujQLHJ06zOaUvFhIb90Nt3vDObQMpORUVnR4Y40spkJPiS5CzBgCCuCxOedSMoQh6pjU9binVYx/s320/bad+wife.jpg" /></a></div><br />
So last night I received the "Bad Wife" award. <br />
I still feel REALLY REALLY AWFUL about what I did, and I apologized a lot too. <br />
In my defense, I did just get my monthly friend, and I was sooo irritable. <br />
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BUT NO EXCUSE.<br />
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So last night, Easter Sunday of all days, we were at my in-laws for an egg hunt and for dinner. My wonderful husband was picking on his sister, like always (does this ever stop?), and I joined in on the Great Baked Bean Debate. We were going over how we buy baked beans in a can and then we "spruce" them up to our liking. Well I asked my hubby: "When was the last time you had beans straight out of the can?"<br />
And he replied, "Last weekend at the cookout, and yesterday at the cookout".<br />
I looked at him and said, "NO you did not! I fixed those beans up and so did Robyn." (my awesome friend/neighbor)<br />
Well he was pushing my buttons and being such a smart bum that I was getting upset. My face turned red and I could feel the heat coming from my glowing cheeks. I felt like I was having a hot flash!<br />
And then it came out.... Like a tornado that couldn't be stopped. <br />
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I looked at my hubbs, in front of his family {Lord help me}, and it just slipped out....<br />
"You're being kind of a douche bag!" <br />
DOUCHE BAG! <---- huh?! Really?! OF ALL WORDS!<br />
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OH. MY. GOOD. HEAVENS. ABOVE.<br />
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WHAT. DID. I. JUST. SAY.?<br />
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I couldn't believe it myself. The whole room turned quiet and then his mom said, "Well technically he is right, but we all knew what you meant". <br />
I wanted to hide under a rock.<br />
Why?<br />
How?<br />
Really?<br />
That is my husband! And that is his family! And on the day that our Lord and Savior had risen! <br />
Well he definitely rose for that occasion, just to throw my bum straight in Hell!<br />
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I am still mortified by my horrible outburst. And to make matters worse, I am still a little peeved that he continued to push my buttons and provoke me, knowing that HE KNEW dern good in well what I was referring to, he just wanted to be "funny". Well who's laughing now! <br />
NOBODY.<br />
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Yes he "TECHNICALLY" has had beans out of the can. <br />
You kind of have to take them out to eat them.<br />
But he also knew that I meant, plain not jazzed up from the can.<br />
And yet... He pushed and I spewed.<br />
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Ahh, marriage.<br />
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You win some, you lose some. And son, I lost my whole lot last night!<br />
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Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-4580558246919104192014-04-08T12:01:00.003-04:002014-04-08T12:19:14.953-04:00It's a bird! It's a plane! It's errr ummm.... Look away!Here in the good ol' South, Pollen is killing us!<br />
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One day it is gorgeous and wonderful. The next- covered in a blanket of yellow dust.<br />
Yesterday it rained so much, and we had some local flooding, and I thought to myself:<br />
"Self, this here rain will wash all of that yellow allergy murderer away"<br />
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Then I wake up this morning and the sun is shining and it is a little chilly, but bright and wonderful! <br />
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Well I have sneezed 4 times since typing this blog post. <br />
I happen to look out front of the office and then I see it.<br />
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A HUGE cloud of yellow, just blowing around and literally so thick, it looks like it is out walking a dog down the sidewalk. Craziness. <br />
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What. Happened. To. The. Big. Cleansing. Rain.<br />
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Here are some helpful tips to defeat the yellow cloud.<br />
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1) Stay inside. <br />
2) Seal your doors and windows.<br />
3) Purchase a face mask.<br />
4) For real though, please see #5-#8 for the real tips.<br />
5) Eat a spoonful of local honey to help with allergies. Must be local. {Bees eat local pollen then make honey which is customized to the things around you daily; which is why local & organic is key}<br />
6) Eat wasabi covered peas. This really keeps your nasal passages open.<br />
7) Cook with turmeric. {Or take a supplement- I do this and my kids do too}<br />
8) Wash your pets.<br />
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Here are a couple of links with tips: <br />
<a href="http://www.naturopathic.org/content.asp?contentid=117"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rd.com/slideshows/12-natural-allergy-remedies-that-provide-relief/#slideshow=slide1"></a><br />
<a href="http://www.womansday.com/health-fitness/conditions-diseases/10-all-natural-allergy-remedies-106253"></a><br />
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How's the weather where you are?<br />
Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-1143518793267398922014-04-04T10:53:00.000-04:002014-04-04T10:53:01.282-04:00Tornado!Imagine, if you will, a closet packed with pillows, blankets, and laundry baskets filled with "important" things.<br />
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This is my house during bad weather. <br />
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Why?<br />
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I believe I was UBER traumatized by a storm that came through around 1986 or so in little ol' Stockbridge Ga one night. My mum was preparing a bath for my twin sister and I {yes I have a twin- no we are not just alike- yes we have weird twin feelings- no she is younger :) } <br />
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Anywho. <br />
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We were getting ready to bathe and we heard this loud noise and I remember my mum grabbing us and sitting in the hall with us under her arms and then it happened! BAM! The biggest tree that I had ever seen, I was 2, came crashing down about a foot from where we were straight through my sister's bedroom. Complete. Shock. And it came on so sudden, that we were just caught off guard. <br />
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I remember sitting in the hall and listening to this amazing noise and then it just went quiet. We got up from where we were and looked around and we had a couple if trees in our home and across our driveway and parts of our roof were gone. My mom, sister, and I walked outside to see neighbors everywhere and ambulances and fire trucks and I remember my uncle literally running to our home (our backyard connected to his street) and it was madness.<br />
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To this day, I get a little anxious with the weather. Except now I am a tad fascinated by it. I want to stand outside and watch it coming in and feel the wind, however, if I feel that feeling in my tummy, you can guarantee that when you turn around I am already hiding back in the closet! HA. <br />
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My hubby doesn't quite understand it. He thinks I am silly and I remind him, "It may be silly to you, but at least you will have clothing for a week when everyone else's are strewn through trees buddy!"<br />
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I have gotten a little better with it, now I learn to not freak until the moment I need to. I still feel it in my tummy, but other than that I enjoy the heavy storms. Just as long as they stay away from tornadoes. <br />
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Anyone else act like this?<br />
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I know my twin does. She even called me last night, she lives in Dallas, TX, and told me she was out with friends and left abruptly because the weather alert had gone from orange to red and into a Tornado Watch. At least I have her. HAHAHA. <br />
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Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-39275146516343172422014-04-02T13:23:00.001-04:002014-04-02T13:23:30.682-04:00Science Gone Wrong- and the plot to thicken our hips!Why on earth would someone create something so awful?! <br />
This product can cause diabetes, weight gain, nevermind it is practically poisoning your body, and causes cancer in rats and other horrible things.<br />
What is this awful product? ASPARTAME!<br />
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Here is a quick little science know-how on how this "harmless" product is made.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8puk-3F4d9A1wJChmXhblVMrj0KfVgMp09WxCrjV53NOcfJIF57tZNV67FeZdPk0oM80TItyir1gILBNiy1_pnEu0BZJxbAx28Y_-TBzZ0hDSVJcJB_yuP0dBxT07NYAz9AjSS4-C_B2J/s1600/mad+scientist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8puk-3F4d9A1wJChmXhblVMrj0KfVgMp09WxCrjV53NOcfJIF57tZNV67FeZdPk0oM80TItyir1gILBNiy1_pnEu0BZJxbAx28Y_-TBzZ0hDSVJcJB_yuP0dBxT07NYAz9AjSS4-C_B2J/s320/mad+scientist.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Quick Science Lesson for Diet soda drinkers, and aspartame users....<br />
E-coli (that nasty, nasty, bacteria that can kill you) is fed Genetically Modified/Engineered Soil (Fake Soil ridden with Round-Up).<br />
Once the cute little squishy E-coli bacteria processes this soil and poops it out, Aspartame is created! Yay! Sweet poop for you! <br />
Sorry to be gross, but the truth is ugly.Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-88300183041832685142014-04-02T13:13:00.000-04:002014-04-02T13:13:57.941-04:00Happy National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day!It is National PB -N- J Day! <br />
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This is a recipe post that is clean and organic, as well as GF. I have been diagnosed as being 'Gluten Intolerant'. Yay....<br />
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But please please give this recipe a shot. It is still AMAZING and delicious and you can feel just a little bit better about eating <strike>12</strike> one or two. ;)<br />
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Peanut Butter Cookies w/ Grape Jelly Glaze<br />
{These are amazing whether they are organic or not; but Organic is best}<br />
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Ingredients:<br />
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1 cup of organic peanut butter<br />
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1 cup of coconut sugar + 1 tablespoon of molasses {1 cup of brown sugar will work also}<br />
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1 organic egg<br />
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1 tsp. gf baking soda<br />
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1 tsp. organic vanilla extract <br />
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Directions:<br />
Preheat the over to 350 degrees.<br />
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Mix peanut butter with sugar and molasses until smooth. Add in the egg and beat until fluffy. <br />
Mix in the vanilla and the baking soda. <br />
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Scoop onto parchment lined baking sheets and bake for 8 minutes. DO NOT OVER BAKE.<br />
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While the cookies are baking, lets get that frosting ready.<br />
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1 cup of powdered coconut sugar {or regular powdered sugar}<br />
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1 tsp. vanilla<br />
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1 cup of organic grape jelly<br />
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Bring grape jelly to a simmer on the stove top, gradually stir in vanilla and powdered sugar.<br />
Once well incorporated, let sit for 5 minutes to let it cool off and firm up. <br />
Then drizzle over Peanut Butter cookies.<br />
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Once your beauties are ready.... don't share them!<br />
Hide them as quick as you can!<br />
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OK, Fine. You can share. But I HIGHLY advise that you maybe kind of sort of hide a batch for yourself. Just sayin'. Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-13632786482015491222014-04-02T12:16:00.000-04:002014-04-02T12:16:29.133-04:00Under Construction- Sort Of <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAQFurpWjO5ZKm2y0YCg4dLS9uSrHAfKmEEjX-pCT2lhXHcTkqhjL7Sx5_nOU3GLYt1vgmbU9Z1MkrzdjGH2MnqUghpEnWs5FXaZ9i9-w-XrBz5vHDFxkKMnoU9WOwu1TbhPZTicV2shs/s1600/under+const.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAQFurpWjO5ZKm2y0YCg4dLS9uSrHAfKmEEjX-pCT2lhXHcTkqhjL7Sx5_nOU3GLYt1vgmbU9Z1MkrzdjGH2MnqUghpEnWs5FXaZ9i9-w-XrBz5vHDFxkKMnoU9WOwu1TbhPZTicV2shs/s320/under+const.jpg" /></a></div><br />
WOW. It has been FOR-EVER since I have stepped foot onto my own blog. I'd like to say I had good reason, and I kind of did, but I hope to charm your pants off once again. {Not literally, what kind of world would we be in if everyone walked around pantless?!- oh wait... mine, life of a mom} :)<br />
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I will do a small recap of the events happening around my life addressing the reason for being out of YOUR life. <br />
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Let's see.... Hmm... where to begin. RIGHT.<br />
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Number one: My life was going so well, or so I thought, that I just dove in head first to family, friends, and what not and didn't have "time" for my blog.<br />
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Number two: Short and sweet. After an earth-shattering wake-up call, I honestly didn't WANT to blog. My husband decided that he no longer loved me or our marriage and dipped out. THIS was beyond unexpected and super hard. We have been together since I was 16. 16! So needless to say, I was a bit in shock. After some heavy crying and shouting to my Lord and Savior, I decided to "man-up". Went about my life, engulfed myself in my kids and became SUPER involved with our current health status and our eating habits. <br />
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Number three: After a year of it just being us 3, my husband decided that he did not want a divorce, PRAISE GOD, and came home.<br />
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Number four: Being the fabulous <strike>know-it-all</strike>, "Dr." that I am, I decided that things were going SO VERY WELL AGAIN, that I did not "NEED" my anti-anxiety medication. {For those who may or may not know, I was diagnosed with severe anxiety disorder, after a horrific car crash that jostled my sweet little brain to the point of an imbalance} I had changed my eating habits, taken up Cross Fit and felt amazing. Spoke with my doc and said, Hey, I'm doing so fine, let's kick these meds to the curb. Being a great doctor that he was, he said, let's take it slow and ween you down. So of course, being such a great patient, I ran home and immediately stopped taking the meds cold turkey. Fast forward 2 months and I am welcoming back my meds. {STUPID STUPID THING- NEVER stop taking anti-anxiety meds cold turkey} <br />
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And here we are at present day. Now most people think, ok, she has been through a few detours. Through my faith, my family, and an amazingly patient friend/neighbor who has kept me from a padded cell. I joke. Kind of. I am ready.<br />
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I wanted to do SOMETHING. I had the urge to change something and I didn't know where to start. I threw myself back into church, which by the way, I missed so much. And threw myself back into my kids and my marriage. I wanted to make a difference. And so I began. Go back to school? Volunteer More? And then I was going through FB and found a blog post about how to show your husband respect daily. Bless my hubby's heart, he needs to feel respected so much more than I do. But I am getting there. <br />
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All in all, this blog is getting a huge REMODEL. <br />
What was once about silly daily things, which I cherish, will now be silly daily things that may be hard to swallow or talk about, but eye opening for some. You can expect everything from recipes, family, faith, tips for marriage, tips for life, healthy eating tips, ways to become a less gunked up body, and even some vital information for every day life {No not conspiracy theories, but facts about certain things going on in the world} It will be a show and tell kind of blog. No set 'theme'. And I hope you enjoy and are ready! Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-15156061177193527862012-03-08T09:33:00.001-05:002012-03-08T09:33:49.957-05:00A hot mess with a dull knife!{Loud noises in my garage}<br />
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Jr. Kakes and I look at one another, "what was that?!"<br />
So, I walked to the garage door, and knock on it. (Yes, I understand this is dumb, because I know dang good and well, that if someone had knocked back, I would have pooed my pants!!)<br />
And Jr. Kakes starts laughing at me. <br />
REAL CONFIDENCE BOOST THERE BUDDY, THANKS! ;)<br />
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I run off, in my house boots, bed head, christmas pjs, and hoodie to grab a butcher knife.<br />
Keep in mind, my "butcher knife" can hardly cut a strawberry, let alone "kill" someone! Psht.<br />
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But I grabbed one, and Jr. Kakes is looking at me with "Mental Hospital Admittance" in his eyes, while trying to choke back laughter.<br />
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This kid is FULL of trust. hahaha.<br />
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And I shush him and push him behind me, and then I slowly unlock the garage door, grab the handle, and Bam! Swing it open, Knife first of course, and then some brief shrieking...<br />
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IT. WAS. A. CAT.<br />
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You have GOT to be kidding me.<br />
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But the fun didn't stop there. Oh no buddy, never a dull moment here.<br />
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So at this point Jr. Kakes is laughing hysterically {again with the support- although he is 6, what can I say}<br />
And I run around the car and check behind all of the seats... and Jr. Kakes is just standing there gawking at me and telling me <strike>over and over again</strike> "IT'S JUST A CAT MOMMY"...<br />
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And so, there we are, A hot mess with a dull knife.<br />
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That was an exciting morning. <br />
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<br />Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-66298397027540521542012-02-20T22:48:00.000-05:002012-02-20T22:48:11.919-05:00And the car went EEEEEKKKK!!!!!!!!Today was a marvelous day!<br />
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Got a couple of pictures of Robert De Niro, was almost plowed into by John Travolta, and green spaghetti and cheese on the menu.<br />
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Wait, I'm sorry. <br />
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You need me to back up, right?<br />
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Thought so!<br />
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Ok, so Robert De Niro and John Travolta were in town this weekend shooting some scenes, where I work, for a movie called "Killing Season" set to debut in 2014. Well.... You see, I got all dolled up and camera ready, and did you know, I wasn't needed?! Poo.<br />
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But anyways, I showed up Saturday morning, unaware of the "Menses" being around.<br />
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Complete shock to me to have to get security clearance to groom a donkey.<br />
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I won't bore you with the details.<br />
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Trucks, trailers, SUVS, RVS (Jt's) and police scattered about.<br />
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YES. I did feel high and mighty to be allowed in.... <strike>even if it was to just brush a dirty donkey</strike> ;)<br />
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I was able to snap a few shots, then was quickly told to DELETE them. HAHA. CLassic.<br />
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So, I knew today was the day for filming. And of course, knowing I wouldn't be permitted to play, I showed up anyways just to "check in on my menses"<br />
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Waited and waited, and nothing. Just some fancy food, co-workers, and delta security guards. {I can't help but say: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ts02nNfJaM">SAHCUUUR-ITEE-- SAHCUUUR-ITEE}</a><br />
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hahaha. ANYWHO.<br />
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On my way BACK to the place of filimg, PINE MOUNTAIN GOLD MUSEUM!!!, I was coming around a sharp turn when all of a sudden there is John Travolta's RV. I had to hit the brakes and swerve. Luckily the driver, whom I assume isn't used to driving these hur backwoods roads, hahaha, but he just waved and smiled. Is it bad that I kind of wished we swiped just a tad, enough to stop and get out!? ;) hahaha.<br />
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I snapped a few shots of Mr. De Niro-- but he is sneaky and covered up in a few layers. But I know it was you mister! Don't hide! ;)<br />
Needless to say, Kuppy Kakes will be making their celebrity appreance at a later time. :(<br />
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Anywhoodles, that's my story.<br />
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Now, tonight my son chose Green Eggs and Ham for our themed dinner. Well super forgetful mommy forgot to buy extra egss and I only had 6. I had to make spaghetti and cheese, no way I could make that PLUS eggs. So, he agreed to have GREEN spaghetti and cheese. <br />
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BEST. BATCH. EVER. Might make it green more often!<br />
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Spaghetti-n-Cheese<br />
Parker Family Staple<br />
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Ingredients:<br />
1 lb. of angel hair pasta<br />
10 eggs; beaten<br />
1-2 cups of whole milk<br />
salt, pepper, and white pepper to tasta<br />
1- 16 oz block of sharp cheddar cheese; sliced thin<br />
2 cups of sharp cheddar cheese; shredded<br />
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Directions:<br />
Boil pasta until Al Dente- 7 min.<br />
Then whisk eggs and milk together- add salt and peppers<br />
Spray a 9x13 inch baking dish with cooking spray.<br />
Drain pasta and place into baking dish, take 1 cup of shredded cheese and sprinkle on top, take your hands and just quickly (because pasta will be hot) mix it up and work it in. Next pour egg mixture over the pasta. Make sure it is in an even layer in dish. Place sliced cheese on top, then take the other cup of shredded cheese and top. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 min- or until egg is white and cheese is melted and lightly browned.<br />
Green food dye is optional. :)<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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Off to beddy bye!Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-45380276068468974522012-02-14T14:05:00.001-05:002012-02-14T14:05:36.031-05:00Happy "Lots o'love and choking on lots'o chocolates" Day!Happy BIG RED HEART Day!<br />
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We have started a new tradition in our home on V-DAY.<br />
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One of us, Kuppy or Mr. Kakes, will make a big dinner and decorate in our own style. This year, the first year, I started it.<br />
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I forgot to snap a pic of the feast on the table, which is kewl, I wouldn't want to see the way we eat.<br />
Me and my mini kake went to the store in hopes to not go crazy and blow our entire grocery budget on one meal. With that being said, I literally spent $90.00 on one meal & decorations.<br />
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My Mini, she gets carried away with her decorations! ;) <br />
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When we got to the house, Daddy was home, rut roh. Turns out he had to work that night.....Bleh. Buttface.<br />
We decorated the table real quick and I cooked dinner.<br />
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On the menu:<br />
mini kakes: dino nuggets, tater tots, broccoli, and whatever they chose from "the platter".<br />
kuppy & mr kakes:<br />
Shrimp cocktail<br />
Cooked seasoned shrimp {cayenne, chili powder, garlic, onion, white pepper, black pepper}<br />
Crab Legs<br />
Steamed fresh broccoli<br />
Baked potatoes {which sat in the oven the entire time we ate dinner and were promptly thrown out}<br />
AND our assortment of goodies.<br />
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BIG MISTAKE.<br />
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I bought a cheap little plastic red 5 slot serving tray.........<br />
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and proceeded to fil it full of the crap I hide away from my children. Call it a momentary loss of sanity.<br />
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We had Riesens, DOTS, Flipz {chocolate covered pretzels}, Fudge candy hearts and crispy candy hearts.<br />
AND an entire container of assorted valentines butter cookies.<br />
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I.N.S.A.N.E.<br />
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BUT YUMMY.<br />
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What are your plans for this Hallmark Holiday?<br />
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Since the mini mr kakes is at school, mini kakes and I, made lunch.<br />
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We decided to ditch the gooey hearts and make Octopus hotdogs and Seaweed Pasta.<br />
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And it is also super easy and fun for the kids to help with.<br />
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Just start 1 in from top of dog and make 4 slits around, creating 8 legs.<br />
Then boil and place atop a bed of garden delight fettucine {seaweed} and your done!<br />
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Love- KuppyKuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-85367797814299041662012-02-13T20:34:00.000-05:002012-02-13T20:34:48.857-05:00It's A BOY!!!!Me: Hello?<br />
Mr. Kakes: Hey baby, I'm sorry I didn't answer, I was on the other line.<br />
Me: It's ok. Whatcha doing?<br />
Mr. Kakes: Well I was on the phone with this woman..<br />
Me: AND..?! GO ON.<br />
Mr. Kakes: Her name is Delores...<br />
Me: HA! If you like them old (no offense if your name is delores and your reading this)<br />
Mr. Kakes: Are you done? {Clearly not as amused as I was}.. I was talking to her about your Valentine's present.<br />
Me: Do go on, no wait don't because you always tell me... I want it to be a surprise.<br />
Mr. Kakes: I want to tell you, because she said what I am surprising you with shouldn't be a surprise... most people feel anxious and unprepared. <br />
Me: {thinking to myself: awe crap, what now?!} OK. {he can sense the building mixed anxiety- want to know- don't want to know- but WTH?}<br />
Mr. Kakes: So, I was thinking.... <br />
Me: Should I give you aminute to "Re-think" this before you open it and step in it and there's no turning back?!<br />
Mr. Kakes:......... umm...... No. I'm good.<br />
Me: Ok, so if it shouldn't be a surprise, and yet I know you haven't purchased anything speicfically out of the norm.... what is it?!?!<br />
Mr. Kakes: Well I was going to go out their tonight while your at church....<br />
Me: WHAT?! UMM NO YOUR NOT! I AM GOING TOO! <br />
Mr. Kakes: Yeah, can you keep that to a minimum?!<br />
Me: kewl-yo. check.<br />
Mr. Kakes: Do you want to know?<br />
Me:....................................I............. Guess........... So..............<br />
Mr. Kakes: I know you are not a jewelry kinda gal..<br />
Me: GET ON WITH IT.<br />
Mr. Kakes: OK, Soi'mbuyorthinkingandlookingtonightpossiblytobuyyouababypigletandababygoat........ {real fast ran altogether just like that}<br />
Me: A BABY PIGGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!! AND A GOAT, AWWWWEWWWEEEEEEWEWEW<br />
Mr. Kakes: No goats yet. Not born just yet.<br />
Me: WHY. WOULD. YOU. SAY. THAT.<br />
Mr. Kakes: Wanna go?!<br />
ME: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII DDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOO. I wanna see my baby now, oh how I love him! <br />
Mr. Kakes: get ahold of yourself, you haven't even seen him and you already love him? GREAT! I can see how this is going to go down.... It is already him over me and you haven't even met. sheesh<br />
Me: Thank you Mr. Kakes. I love you!<br />
{Thinking to myself and outloud on FB: "Finally! My husband gets me! This gal would prefer farm animals over jewlery ANY day!"<br />
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AND HERE HE IS!!!!<br />
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MARLEY!<br />
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Already litter box trained, snuggles with a stuffed horse and pushes pink rabbits to his pooh. SUCH A BOY.<br />
He is 3 weeks old now and such a sweetehart.<br />
Hates baths, LOVES lotion rub downs.<br />
Loathes tiny sweaters, Loves puppy kisses from Lucy.<br />
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Adorable huh? ;) Happy Valentine's Day to me!<br />
<br />Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088896454904332852.post-81249650326748020642012-01-30T21:00:00.000-05:002012-01-30T21:00:59.504-05:00I'm Late, I'm Late, for a very important....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxO5ICuz_f5ZVYnjsyiVCl13TaTKY1J1AA3RNc_QwlNf2XhYj3KAk7bAPy88PhT0L5riJTuzyj09Ms6_gzRmFAMMqj8-cdSbTJEuGVOsY-OK-wEWBsR5Kuz3ftZA_dCCEwGsvgl8dlrsr/s1600/AIW14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="294" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxO5ICuz_f5ZVYnjsyiVCl13TaTKY1J1AA3RNc_QwlNf2XhYj3KAk7bAPy88PhT0L5riJTuzyj09Ms6_gzRmFAMMqj8-cdSbTJEuGVOsY-OK-wEWBsR5Kuz3ftZA_dCCEwGsvgl8dlrsr/s400/AIW14.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Last night our themed dinner and book was "Me With You", and in the book, they had pie. So, for dinner we had chicken pot pie and apple and cherry pies for dessert.<br />
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I LOVE themed dinners with my kids. If you haven't tried one, do it. TODAY.<br />
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NOW.<br />
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Ok, I won't be so gruff. But tomorrow, please? ;)<br />
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It really is easy, you let your child pick out a book of their own, and you comb through to see if they had a meal within it.<br />
IF NOT, Go off of the books theme and create a meal. If it does, Make that.<br />
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EX: Stone Soup: easy; soup<br />
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EX: Dora's First Day of school; they had boxed lunches so you could do that, or make a latin american dish. :)<br />
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Decorate accordingly, if budget allows, mine usually doesnt.<br />
BUT I usually decorate with stickers, construction paper, and what nots. <br />
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Our very first one we did was "Alice In Wonderland".<br />
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I have included photos below, but I will explain. My daughter chose this book, and of course I combed through it and in the book the meal was soup. <br />
We made Pasta Fagioli soup. "Souper" easy recipe; also included!<br />
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For our tablescape, I decorated the table with a newspaper tablecloth, and set the serving plates and cake dishes onto tissue paper squares in the center. You know, to add color! I purchased a $5.00 plastic tea set from Wal-mart and had my kids paint their own cups and plates.<br />
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Then I had Ky make "blue tea" for the tea party. (pink lemonade with blue coloring) and we put a "Drink Me" sign around the container.<br />
We also made mini cupcakes with pink and purple striped frosting; for the Chesire cat.<br />
Then we took construction paper and made "Mad Hatter" hats. Which by the way was completely silly looking, but it was supposed to be.<br />
Mine may or may not have had feathers. ;)<br />
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So we served the soup in bright colored plastic sundae dishes and we set it up with conversation hearts around. <br />
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I found a conversation heart that read: MAD 4 U! Yes, I am stoked about this. My kdis wanted the whole "Eat Me" cookies, but yeah, I wasn't about to have my 4 & 6 year old going aroudn saying "Eat Me"! hahah. <br />
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OH OH! I ALMOST FORGOT; in the book there were critters at the table. Funny thing, I was snapping a photo of the table and I looke dback into my camera and SURPRISE! There was a critter; hahaha. So, Little Binx got in on it, for a smidge. <br />
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SIMPLE THINGS. <br />
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Recipe: Pasta E Fagioli Soup adapted by Rachael Ray<br />
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Ingredients:<br />
2 tablespoons (2 turns around the pan) extra-virgin olive oil <br />
1/8 pound (about 3 slices) pancetta, chopped <br />
2 (4 to 6-inch) sprigs rosemary, left intact <br />
1 (4 to 6-inch) sprig thyme with several sprigs on it, left intact <br />
1 large fresh bay leaf or 2 dried bay leaves <br />
1 medium onion, finely chopped <br />
1 small carrot, finely chopped <br />
1 rib celery, finely chopped <br />
4 large cloves garlic, chopped <br />
Coarse salt and pepper <br />
2 (15 ounce) cans cannellini beans <br />
1 cup canned tomato sauce or canned crushed tomatoes <br />
2 cups water <br />
1 quart chicken stock <br />
1 1/2 cups ditalini <br />
Grated Parmigiano or Romano, for the table <br />
Crusty bread, for mopping<br />
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Directions:<br />
Heat a deep pot over medium high heat and add oil and pancetta. Brown the pancetta bits lightly, and add herb stems, bay leaf, chopped vegetables, and garlic. Season vegetables with salt and pepper. Add beans, tomato sauce, water, and stock to pot and raise heat to high. Bring soup to a rapid boil and add pasta. Reduce heat to medium and cook soup, stirring occasionally, 6 to 8 minutes or until pasta is cooked al dente. Rosemary and thyme leaves will separate from stems as soup cooks. Remove herb stems and bay leaf from soup and place pot on table on a trivet. Let soup rest and begin to cool for a few minutes. Ladle soup into bowls and top with lots of grated cheese. Pass crusty bread for bowl mopping.<br />
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SERVES 6; Calories: 365; Total Fat 10 grams; Saturated Fat: 2 grams; Protein: 18 grams; Total carbohydrates: 50 grams; Sugar: 8 grams Fiber 9 grams; Cholesterol: 13 milligrams; Sodium: 1,101 milligrams <br />
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So I sat down and made a list of fun things I would like to incorporate in our every day life. I have noticed here lately, and lately I mean for off and on about a year, that we are just not as fun anymore. Aww Poo. And one of the itens on the list was to have a themed dinner once a week. One of my children, whichever one bribed me with enough cookies, gets to pick a favorite book. We would go though the book and figure dout what was eaten or create a meal from the book. {Ex: book: stone soup; food- soup} My sweet baby girl, who is the youngest, gets to go first. And her book was Alice In Wonderland.
Ok.
Now, I by NO MEANS are crafty. I have hardly any crafting skills or money..... In about an hours time, I bought some construction paper, soem stickers, cupake mix GASP!, canned frosting GASP! GASP!, a mini tea set, and some conversation hearts. WHICH by the way, completely fell in love with them because I FOUND one that read MAD 4 U! Mad hatters tea party- get it. HA! Sorry I will crawl back into my cage. :) Anywho, we threw together some mad hats, painted out mini tea cups, made a fabulous table setting out of newspaper and tissue paper, grabbed some cake stands, made mini cupcakes, monkey bread, soup, blue "tea" lemonade, and away we went! We had so much, I HIGHLY recommend it. Here are some pics, because who wouldn't want to see chaos running amuck!
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Making "Tea"
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Making Mad Hats
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Mini Eat Me treats
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I do hope your either here from my other blog, or a new follower! Either way, Welcome Darlings!
I am super excited to start blogging on this new blog, the everyday life of me, and ahving my other blog to cupcakes only.
Please stay tuned and ENJOY!!!!
P.S. This will not start til Monday, still tweaking soem things out. Thank you for your patience.Kuppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543944171392220373noreply@blogger.com0