I’m a coffee addict. I spend an embarrassing amount of money on coffee at Starbucks or any other coffee-house I find. So, when I find a good recipe for coffee syrup, I get a little giddy. When I find one as spicy and wonderful as this one, I have to share it.
Spiced Gingerbread Latte Syrup
1 cup water
1 cup sugar
1 TBSP honey
1 (6″) piece of fresh ginger root, sliced
1 cinnamon stick, broken into large pieces
8 whole cloves
1/2 tsp. whole allspice
1/2 tsp. whole peppercorns
1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg
Spring Break. The phrase that used to be synonymous with fun, sun, and idleness. Before I had kids.
When I didn’t work outside the home, Spring Break meant long days with my overly excited children, trying to come up with ways to occupy their time so they wouldn’t kill each other or I, them. The words, “Spring Break” struck fear into my very heart.
Now that I’m working with GED students online, I am quite tired every day after reviewing their test results online, so was excited about Spring Break. I looked forward to it, marked the days until I could sleep past 5:30, stay up late blogging or watching movies, go to the spa, get a haircut, go to the zoo.
Here it is, Friday, the last day of Spring Break and I haven’t watched a movie. This is the only blogging I’ve done, I’ve barely been outside the house except to take my kids to the doctor, I didn’t get a massage or a haircut, and I didn’t take my kids to the zoo.
Side note: NEVER NEVER tell your kids you’re going to take them somewhere over Spring Break. Trust me, you’ll regret it. Something will come up. A hurricane in Disney World or your sewer will back up and you’ll have to spend the Lego Land money to have feces pumped out of your yard. Instead, the night before you want to leave, let the kids stay up really late, wake them up early, give them a Benedryl, load them into the car, tell them you’re taking them to the dentist, and drive while they sleep. That way, if your engine blows up on I-95, they’re happy. No tears or accusations on their part and you’ll be guilt free. And if, by some miracle, you actually make it to your destination, you’re a hero!
My blog has been too serious lately. I need to lighten up a bit and what better way to do that than to do another cake post? Everyone loves cake. As luck would have it, I’ve done four cake projects this past week–4 cakes and 24 cupcakes.
The first cake was for a little girl’s 8th birthday. She wanted a blue, zebra-striped cake.Surprisingly, this was the second request in less than a week that I had for a blue zebra print cake. Zebras are very cool.
The next two cakes were for a little boy’s 1st birthday. As we are all apt to do, these parents want to instill a fanatical love for their favorite college football team into their boy as early as possible. So, Mr. Saks, you got 2 super cute Auburn University Tigers Cakes!
Why do you go on vacation? The chances are that you want to take a break from the daily rigors of your life. You might be living a comfortable life, but at the end of the day, everyone needs to get away from the usual things.
That is one thing a vacation can give you. Whether you travel alone, with friends, or with family, a vacation can help you alleviate your stress levels. There is, however, the possibility that you will face stressful situations while on vacation.
No matter how you look at it, you are still living, and just because you are going away for a while, it doesn’t mean that you are not going to be exposed to stress. Here are some tips to ensure that your vacation will stay as stress-free as possible.
When thinking about our children’s bedroom decor we should consider other issues beyond good taste, style and pretty colors. It is also extremely important to cater for their safety and welfare. Any type of grand home decoration always requires extra care, and when it comes to our children’s bedrooms we should always ensure safety as well as fun.
The bedroom ought to be a place that exudes peace, so the child can always feel secure and protected. We can also decorate it with lots of vivid colors that add a positive vibe. Care for mother’s day? Check out this post.
The chosen colors should depend on the activities your child likes and enjoys. If he or she is an overactive child, the colors should be crisp and clear; think of pastels (blue or green) to ensure a relaxing mood. If, on the other hand, the child is too quiet, decorate it with bold and warm colors like yellows, reds and oranges. Leave aside neutral and muted colors in general.
Unbeknownst to us we arrived in Perfection the day of the Ironman triathlon. It wasn’t until we checked into our hotel that I saw the iron-man poster and realized what the pylons on the road were for. At the brewpub, where we went for dinner, all the TV’s were tuned to the local station. They had their TV cameras trained on the finish line. So much for finding out the latest Olympic news.
I always thought bike shorts looked bulky and unflattering and wondered why anyone would want to wear something that made their butt look bigger?
When we were in Calgary, shopping at MEC, to buy a headlamp for Robert so he could read his book in the campsite at night without trying to steal the light from my headlamp, he suggested I try some on. He already has a pair.
I’ve noticed in the last few years that my bike seat is getting more and more uncomfortable. I wonder if it has anything to do with age? anyway I decided to have a look at them. The first thing I noticed is how less bulky the shorts where than I remembered; the other thing, was there was only one pair left in my size. By this time I thought maybe there was a possibility I might buy them so I tried them on.
Hired guns? Are there any of you out there?
Please, if you have a single compassionate bone in your body, put me on the list. Preferably somewhere near the top? Thanks bunches.
Oh, and if this makes it any more appealing for you, feel free to make it as painful and torturous as possible. Whatever you have in mind can’t effing touch what we’ve got going on in this hell hole. I always say, “If you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right.”
Hit me with your best shot.
If you are one of those parents that send their sick children to school, please read on because this is just for you. If you are the type to get all up in arms when someone calls you out on your bullshit, please do not hesitate to send me disgruntled emails and hateful comments. I would love nothing more than to know who you are and what your reasoning is for spreading your misery around.
My oldest son, 17 now, has missed probably 40% of school up to this point. Mostly because he was exhibiting some minor symptom of one thing or another and I didn’t think it would be right to risk passing something on to the other kids in his class. Usually, it ended up being allergy or asthma related and wouldn’t have been contagious anyway, but I had the decency to put other people’s health before my 4 1/2 hours of free time.
Do you remember during Bill Clinton’s first term, in response to a question about her past, Hillary Clinton said “I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas, but what I decided to do was to fulfill my profession.”
At the time, I completely supported her statement and thought the backlash from certain women’s groups was unfair. She was a strong smart woman and what she had meant was that she chose to pursue her career instead of being a home maker. What was wrong with that? Good for her I thought.
Well, now life looks a little different. In the last seven days, I’ve made at least eight dozen cookies and I love going to and having ladies teas.
What the hell happened to me? I went from being an ambitious lawyer climbing up the career ladder with both hands and both feet on fire to spending an entire afternoon making the most awesome snowman cookies EVER with my sons!
I’ve mentioned before I don’t care too much for the holiday season.
It’s just a big mess to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a lot of holidays, but the “holiday season” is just a long, dragged out hooplah to me.
Although many people consider it beginning at Halloween, which is ABSOLUTELY AWESOME. But after Halloween, it has it’s highs and lows. Namely Thanksgiving. Boring. Nothing good. No candy. At least Christmas has presents and New Year’s Eve has chocolate and cheese fondue.
Growing up, the holiday season was always a bittersweet experience (except Thanksgiving because, like I said, nothing good came out of that) for me. We got awesome goodies, but for a price. All day there was much to do, always so much to do. Much cleaning and helping out. I absolutely detested it.
Ugh, there was just so much to do. And being the youngest? Eventually all my siblings trickled out…and there was only me. For a time.
I am walking into a building, leaving the warm, fall sunlight behind me. Down the stairs into this cellar like auditorium. My mother is beside me, my sister is behind us, Chris is in front with Caitlin and my brother Patrick is angry with me for some unknown reason.
We are dressed up in suits and dresses as we take seats in the very back row, my father is sitting on the stage while my brother Steven walks around the room, giving an introduction.
In front of us are two men I graduated high school with. Why they are there, I do not understand. Because it’s my father? Because they are interested in this announcement we are here for? They recognize my brothers and speak to them as if they are old friends.
My brothers were graduated long before the introduction of these two gentlemen in my life and they were never anything more than classmates. Kinley is sitting in my lap and Caitlin is now in her own seat, enjoying her freedom.
Steven walks behind us and talks and finally introduces my father. He smiles eagerly as my dad walks to the podium, returning his smile. He knows this secret, he knows why we are all there.