If you could be an Olympic athlete, in what event would you compete?
Abby:
I would be a gymnast! They are so cool and if I'd only been in tumbling classes instead of t-ball, I'd be better than Gabby Douglas. :)
Alex:
I would be a champion ping pong player, I'd be awesome. Or, I would fence; having sword fights as a career would be pretty cool.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Rise and Shine!
I'm not a morning person but, I am a breakfast person! I occasionally eat breakfast for lunch and dinner. Since I'm not a morning person and my New Year's resolution is only going so-so, this Pinterest recipe was very appealing. I made these cupcake omelets and they are very good. All you have to do is put them in the microwave for a few seconds with some extra sprinkle cheese on top and you're ready to run out the door to meet the day!
Omelet Cupcakes:
I edited this for what we used. But, to see the original recipe and website visit this website!
Omelet Cupcakes:
You can definitely mix up the ingredients, like you would an omelette or egg scramble. The recipe below made 12 cupcakes.
Ingredients
8 eggs
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon pepper
4 slices of ham
1 chopped green pepper
1/4 cup grated parmesan cheese
8 eggs
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon pepper
4 slices of ham
1 chopped green pepper
1/4 cup grated parmesan cheese
Directions
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Add eggs, milk, salt and pepper to a bowl. Beat together. Mix in ham, green peppers and cheese. Grease cupcake pan and pour mixture evenly into pan, so they’re about 3/4 full. Cook for approximately 30 minutes or until egg is set (ours cooked in 24-ish minutes).
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Happy New Year...a week (or three) late.
I'm a little overdue, but Happy New Year! Along with the new year, come the resolutions. On New Year's Eve, at 11 pm a man posted on Twitter, "Great. I have one hour to lose 40 lbs." Good intentions pave the road to H-E- double hockey sticks...at least that's what they say...
Last year I decided to write a letter once a week to someone or many someone's and I did it! I only wrote to one person, my niece Nora. I chose her so I could chronicle the year, it's events and my hopes, dreams and prayers for her. She has 52 letters to someday read and learn about the year 2012 from my point of view.
This year my resolution isn't really measurable, but hopefully I can do it. I am going to try my hardest to work on my time management and (hopefully) stop being so late for everything. Here's hoping :)
Happy third week of the New Year and hopefully you've not broken your resolutions...yet!
(Ironically this post is three weeks late...)
Last year I decided to write a letter once a week to someone or many someone's and I did it! I only wrote to one person, my niece Nora. I chose her so I could chronicle the year, it's events and my hopes, dreams and prayers for her. She has 52 letters to someday read and learn about the year 2012 from my point of view.
This year my resolution isn't really measurable, but hopefully I can do it. I am going to try my hardest to work on my time management and (hopefully) stop being so late for everything. Here's hoping :)
Happy third week of the New Year and hopefully you've not broken your resolutions...yet!
(Ironically this post is three weeks late...)
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Thirty Thursday's {20}
Describe a silly memory from your childhood.
Abby:
This is incredibly embarrassing but it's the first thought that came to mind...let me preface this story by stating: I did not want to play T-Ball. My mom made me, forced me is more like it but, I played T-Ball, nonetheless. I wasn't good at it and even though it was just for "fun" I had no fun. So, I was the typical little girl that sat in outfield picking dandelions, minding my own business, drinking a ton of Gatorade and dreading the time when we were at bat. Batting was inevitable and in true T-Ball fashion, everyone bats- including yours truly. In one game I batted and ran like crazy...to third base, and then to second base, and then I realized I had gone the wrong way...and then I pee'd my pants. I will not make my children play T-Ball, I may not even let them if they want to because I'll be reminded of my terrible past...and now I've made this public knowledge. Great.
Alex:
Growing up, our dentist was good friends with my dad.The dentist's office was about 20 minutes from where we lived so, I fondly remember getting out of school to get my teeth cleaned. Dad would come to the school and pick Greg and I up and we would blast the radio all the way to the dentist. I remember getting my teeth cleaned and the very first time they had to numb my mouth, I had no idea what was going on. The hygienist had to leave the room for some reason and I remember going numb, thus creating a ton of saliva. So much saliva that it completely drenched the paper towel they clip to your neck. I didn't know if the saliva was part of the numbing, so I just let it go. Later the dentist came to check on me...he laughed a lot, and then he went out to the waiting room and got my dad so he could laugh too. Silly story? Yes. Embarrassing? Not quite like Abby's...
Abby:
This is incredibly embarrassing but it's the first thought that came to mind...let me preface this story by stating: I did not want to play T-Ball. My mom made me, forced me is more like it but, I played T-Ball, nonetheless. I wasn't good at it and even though it was just for "fun" I had no fun. So, I was the typical little girl that sat in outfield picking dandelions, minding my own business, drinking a ton of Gatorade and dreading the time when we were at bat. Batting was inevitable and in true T-Ball fashion, everyone bats- including yours truly. In one game I batted and ran like crazy...to third base, and then to second base, and then I realized I had gone the wrong way...and then I pee'd my pants. I will not make my children play T-Ball, I may not even let them if they want to because I'll be reminded of my terrible past...and now I've made this public knowledge. Great.
Alex:
Growing up, our dentist was good friends with my dad.The dentist's office was about 20 minutes from where we lived so, I fondly remember getting out of school to get my teeth cleaned. Dad would come to the school and pick Greg and I up and we would blast the radio all the way to the dentist. I remember getting my teeth cleaned and the very first time they had to numb my mouth, I had no idea what was going on. The hygienist had to leave the room for some reason and I remember going numb, thus creating a ton of saliva. So much saliva that it completely drenched the paper towel they clip to your neck. I didn't know if the saliva was part of the numbing, so I just let it go. Later the dentist came to check on me...he laughed a lot, and then he went out to the waiting room and got my dad so he could laugh too. Silly story? Yes. Embarrassing? Not quite like Abby's...
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