Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Chicken Circle Noodle Soup

I had to go over to let Elly out at lunch.  All I had with me was a microwaveable can of Chicken Noodle soup, the kind with the little circle noodles.

I heated it up and attempted to eat it.  After burning my tongue on the liquid, and slurping up some of that tasty-goodness, I realized a terrible trick had been played.  Those tricky little noodles congregate at the bottom and once the liquid is gone, they do not, I repeat they do not, come out.  

Now instead of just opening the lid and getting a spoon, I continue to try to get those tasty circular noodles out of that little opening.  The can clearly states I should be able to.  After fun turned to frustration, I then attempted to get off the lid.  HA!  

In slow motion it flew off and the little noodles fell to the linoleum floor at the apartment.  Elly was on them like, well, lightning to a steeple.  However those nasty little noodles betrayed her as well.  As she attempted to inhale them her breath made them fly in different directions.  It was hilarious.  My frustration turned back to fun.  Erin will probably find a little circle noodle or two tonight and wonder, what the hell?!!  

Friday, January 10, 2014

Flashback Friday

Remember the time in North Carolina when I went to Food Lion to grocery shop.  Yep, all 3 kids (under 4) and me for an exciting hour of shopping.  I do...

Got through the store, loaded up the kids, loaded up the groceries, and then the fun part...

Just as I was closing the lift gate at the back of the van I see them - the keys.  Inside the van.  Then everything goes into slow motion.  The door closing, the realization the doors will be locked,  the kids are in the car, cell phones aren't around, and I am a long way from home.

I valiantly try to get Erica to climb to the back and get the keys, but she cannot maneuver out of the car seat - damn those safety devices doing what they should.  Then I try to get the 2 year old to unlock the locks.  Ha!  Laughing and clapping was all I got as she thought it was a great game.  That's what I get for putting Erica in the middle seat.  Erica repeated everything I said to Erin.  I was actually kind of glad Erin didn't understand her.  It would have given me a complex, in addition to the bad mother one I already had.  Finally I leave the kids and run into the store and share my story.  I get the standard dumb mother with too many kids eyeball roll from the manager and then he lets me use the phone.  My husband comes and all is well.  

I end up locking my keys in the car several more times over the next many years.  Apparently locking my kids in the car didn't teach me a thing.  Ah memories...

Saturday, January 4, 2014


It's 5:30 am and I can hear the dog next door barking.  I lay in bed for a minute and then I think, well, she is old, it's cold, something might be wrong so I get all geared up for the zero weather and snow outside.  After fighting my own dogs off to go outside, I get out the door with treats and water just in case she needs them.  

Then I see it and understand her distress.  A puppy.  A yellow lab puppy.  Cute, but clearly irritating.  They are at the fence before I get there.  The puppy already gnawing at the metal.  I open the treats and give one to Missy and one to the pup.  Missy eats hers and wants another.  The pup spits hers out and starts bugging Missy.  The low growl I hear is familiar after having dogs for so long.  It is the "get away from me you bouncey, happy, little mongrel while I am eating" growl.  

I distract the puppy with my hand. As she gnaws at that, I continue to feed Missy.  I refill a little make-shift water bowl I put out there.  The pup knocks it over, so I fill it again.  It's more about making me feel that I am doing something nice then that she needs it.  

My dogs start to bark from inside.  They are letting me know that it really is pissing them off that I am sharing their treats with others and petting other dogs.  They will shun me when I get back in to express their discontent.  As I turn to leave I hear a big doggy sigh.  I turn back and give Missy one more treat.  Her eyes meet mine and I know they quietly say, "I enjoy this little dog's company, but could you take her with you...I like to sleep in on Saturdays."  Yep, me too, I say in too.