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Translation:

I thank God for this day
For the sun in the sky
For my mom and my dad
For my piece of apple pie
For our home on the ground
For his love that's all around
That's why I say thanks every day

Because a thankful heart is a happy heart
I'm glad for what I have
That's an easy way to start
For the love that he shares
Cuz he listens to my prayers
That's why I say thanks every day

Miscellany

I am in California this week at our company's head office, doing document reproduction work. Which is a glorified way of saying I am copying, filing, and printing reports out the wazoo. I arrived yesterday morning and won't be back home until Friday night. I already miss the family, but it sure is nice to be able to have an entire latte to myself.

Remember, like a hundred years ago, when I instituted Recipe Friday? Which then got changed to Recipe Whenever I Remember, which then got changed to Recipes That Will Never Happen Because I am Too Busy to Remember and You Guys Think I am Full of Crud? Yeah? Good times, they were. Anyway, today I am imparting to you my recipe for zucchini because 1) It's super easy, B) I need content to fill this here blog besides my rambling, and Thirdly), It is super yummy and you will like it. I found the original recipe on, of all things, a romance readers' blog in the comments, and have adapted it to fit our family's palate. Feel free to pass this off as your own, but remember to secretly thank me when people rave about it, mkay?

Missie's Zucchini (because I am all wordsmithy like that)

Zucchini, Peeled and sliced in whatever size appeals to you

Onions, chopped

Brown Sugar

Butter

Beef Boullion Powder or Cubes, and Water

Cayenne Pepper or Pepper Flakes

Saute zucchini and onions over med high heat in butter. When zucchini starts to soften, add brown sugar. Start with about 2-3 tablespoons. You can always add more later. Dissolve beef boullion cube in about 1/4 c boiling water and add to pan. If using beef boullion powder, which I prefer, add about 1-2 tbsp. There is no need to add additional salt, because the boullion is salty enough. Add cayenne and simmer for about ten minutes. You can make this as sweet or spicy as you desire. Add more sugar or beef boullion to taste.

My husband loves this served over a hamburger patty. This makes a great side dish, and an unusual way to use up the zucchini overflowing your garden (or the gardens of people from church who foist their extras off on you after service).

If you try this, give me your opinion!

Have a good one, everyone!

p.s. Update on the Invitashuns of Eggsellent Grammer: They were ordered from an actual printshop! Boggles the mind, doesn't it?

I'm Not Making This Up...

One of my husband's shirt-tail relations is getting married in two weeks. On the response card that came with the invitation, it read:

"We will not be registering

Money will be appreciated to help us

Along are way on are homeymoon"

Klassy.

We are getting them his and hers doo-rags to wear on their homeymoon to South Central Los Angeles. As well as the latest edition of Hooked on Phonics.

I just hope those crazy kids don't get deevorxd.

Raaaawwwwwr!

I'ne a Pi-watt!

Thank you, Spongebob.

Three

Dear Alison,

Yesterday you turned three years old.

You are such a big girl now that it breaks my heart. You are funny and sweet and emotional. You are loving and tomboyish and girly. You have definite opinions and are not afraid to express them. You are adventurous and mischievious and downright alot of work.

I was a happy person before you were born. I loved your daddy and your brother, and was overall contented with my life. I never felt that something was missing. Never felt that a part of me lay dormant and unexplored. Never felt that there was just one more thing that I needed to attain in order to feel that my life was where it was supposed to be.

Until you.

I looked in your little pudgy jaundiced face and realized that this was it. This bundle of squalling newborn was the missing piece to my life's puzzle. I worried before you were born that I wouldn't love you as much as I loved your brother. It scared me how much I loved him. I worried that you would get leftovers of me, that my best momming years might be in the past. That you would somehow come out on the short end of the stick. I knew I would love you, but I just didn't know how much.

Yeah. I shouldn't have worried.

My daughter. My sweetie. My noodle. You are so much more than I ever hoped for. I love you completely. Totally. Crazily. You are my meemit, my beebee, my punkin punkin. You are my baby baby girl. You are It.

When I saw you laying so helplessly sick in the hospital and thought about what my life would be like without you, my knees buckled. My heart clenched. I broke out in a cold sweat. You have woven your way through the fibers of my heart. You make my life complete in a way that I can't explain. You'll understand one day when you have kidlets of your own.

I almost cannot remember our family life before you. I know we were very happy. And I know we weren't as busy. I seem to remember it being alot quieter around here.

But I wouldn't trade all the noise and the chaos and the tears and the emotional breakdowns that you have on a thrice daily basis for anything in the world. Daddy and Zach feel the same way.

Happy Bertcake, Sweetness. I love you.

Love,

Mama

Ummmm, yeah...

Ever think you are doing really well on your diet/exercise/new life style plan for world domination...and then see a picture of yourself and realize it is not working out so hot for ya?

And no, I am not doing the "Loser" sign. I have no idea what I was doing, but it definitely was not the loser sign.

I am consoling myself with the fact that if I were alive during the Renaissance, I would be considered really really hot. Because they liked their women fleshy and rotund.