7 Quick Takes Friday!

#7

I wanted to put up a whole post today about what our Puking Christmas Eve taught me about little Lincoln, but I’m having a black bean crisis and am too busy hovering over the pot, stirring way too much, adjusting the heat ad nauseum, and praying praying praying that they weren’t old beans that will never get soft. Because we’re having company over for dinner in 3 hours and I can’t start over with canned beans because I used all the ham stock I made last night as cooking liquid for the beans. And I refuse to let the ham stock be wasted. So I’m doing quick takes instead.

#6

Note to everyone: ham stock smells delicious. It’s like bacon potpourri. Do not make it if you are hungry and the only grocery store within an hour drive closes at oh-frak-thirty in the afternoon, because you will spend the three hours while the stock is simmering trying to figure out just how negatively it would impact your post-Christmas budget if you drove 50 miles round trip for bacon. And then in the end you’ll probably just make a too-stiff hot toddy and go to bed angry because you really wanted bacon and wake up with a headache. Anyway. That didn’t happen to me or anything.

#5

Also, just a brief post-Christmas public service announcement: if your daughter gets a ripstick for Christmas, it’s probably best not to try it out in a public place where people can see you, because you’ll probably make a complete fool out of yourself.

#4

Santa kind of disappointed me this year. I’ve been wanting a certain book since last Christmas, and then in the blur of Lincoln I couldn’t remember what book it was when everyone was asking what I wanted. So I didn’t get it. Then I remembered this morning, but it’s way more expensive than the Amazon gift card I did get. So now I’m sad, and saving up for it, and kind of annoyed that Santa doesn’t have a special mind-reading service for sleep-deprived mothers of newborns.

#3

The blond lady is Moira. I find her voice very soothing, unlike every other DVD instructor ever.

What he did bring me was a set of Stott Pilates DVD’s, with the requisite resistant band and weight balls. I really wanted this set. I love Pilates, and Stott is the best I’ve come across. But sadly getting workout DVD’s for Christmas kind of ranks up there with getting a vacuum cleaner: something you need, but that’s not exactly fun to open. Or use.

#2

I almost look like that too, when bending down in my tiny sports bra and matching shorts to sooth my totally taught muscles. Almost.

I did use one of the DVD’s yesterday, and after that and a long run this morning, I’m having trouble walking. So I consider them a success.

#1

I just called my son a poopsicle. You know you’re on mommy autopilot when a nickname you have never heard nor imagined comes out of your mouth and you think, “wow, self, it would be best if you never ever said that again.”

And I have to go, because, the beans. Go see Jen for more quick takes!

  • http://livingthescripture.blogspot.com/ seashore

    Hope the beans turn out. I have been there before.

  • http://fortheloveoflentils05.blogspot.com Magdalen

    Oh, first time I made a pot of beans I went the other way–COMPLETELY overcooked them! Luckily they were for soup, so it wasn’t the disaster it might have been :)
    Hope your dinner party goes well!

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  • Mary Emily

    I’ve had this problem with beans — add 1/4 tsp of baking soda to the pot. Hope you get this in time!

    And yes, workout stuff is great, but not from Santa.

  • Lady Harriet

    I tried a ripstick once, and also made a complete fool of myself. My Godmother says that they’re just not meant for anyone over age 16, and I think she’s right!

  • http://therhodeslog.blogspot.com Kate

    Moira is the best. (But expensive books are better and I hope you get yours soon.) …I know I’m late commenting on this, but I’m over here so often I figured I should pipe up. Happy New year to you!


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