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Simple Recipe

Here's an easy and yummy way to make a store bought brownie mix just a bit better. Take your brownie mix and use applesauce instead of the oil. If your brownie mix doesn't call for oil, add about 1/4 to 1/2 cup; it will add moistness. After stirring everything together, add some crushed up Trader Joe's Candy Cane Joe Joe's. I added about 1 cup of the crushed cookies to a bowlful of brownies that would fill a 9 X 13 pan. Bake according to the directions on the box, but make sure you don't overbake. After the brownies have cooled, frost the brownies. This recipe is delicious: 3 cups powdered sugar 2/3 cup unsweetened baking cocoa 1/3 cup milk 1/2 cup butter (melted) 1 tsp vanilla Blend the sugar and the cocoa together in a bowl. Add the melted butter, milk, and vanilla to the sugar/cocoa blend. Beat for a few minutes until well blended. If you want richer and darker frosting, add about 1 T of coffee (or 1 tsp instant coffee) and more cocoa. For thicker fro

Eats

I sat down to write a short post and looked over at Lucy, who is sitting on the rug in the living room. He has his paws tucked under him and his back legs are up a bit, and truthfully, he resembles the turkey I seasoned yesterday. As much as I get angry at the poor beast (who yes, woke me up again, at 4:30 this morning), I would never mistake him for the bird when it comes time for cooking. Or would I? Take that scary thought with you this Thanksgiving and I hope you have super happy one!

My Questions

1. When did velour decide to make a comeback? 2. Whose bright idea was it?

China

Almost thirteen years and three months after our lovely wedding, I just got around to pulling the China we registered for out of the boxes. We had it stored in an upstairs linen closet, and when the kids saw the boxes, they asked to see the China. We don't have a China cabinet, and up until last month, when we were granted more cabinets with the remodel of the kitchen, we didn't have room in the kitchen for the China, either. I had toyed with the idea of selling it,  but realized that probably no one in this neck of the woods was looking for Lenox Federal Cobalt Platinum China. I wasn't completely sure I wanted to sell it anyway. So out of the box the pieces came, and all of them now have a place on the top shelf of our corner cabinet. Melina is drinking tea out of one of the teacups right now, and she says she feels fancy . Tea might be the only use of the China that occurs for the next thirteen years and then some, but there was something about the moment, when I cracke

Bumps

Melina has a propensity to stick her finger up her nose. It started way back, when she had a slew of colds right in a row, and much of her mucus dried right up, inside said nose. "I'm trying to get the dried mucus out," she always said. "Don't put your finger in your nose," I always replied. Well, Melina has gotten better about putting her finger in her nose, but every once in a while, I find that chubby little index finger attached to the right nostril. It happened again last week. "I have a big piece of mucus in there, Mom," Melina said. "It hurts. Can you check it? It's a bump. A big bump." "Let me give you a Kleenex and when I find a flashlight, I'll check it out," I said. She was fine with that scenario and after I located a flashlight, I had Melina lie back against the pillows and took a look into her nostril. There was no mucus, only nose. The kid had been trying to go against a part of her nose that i

Random Things

That the repetition of ONE WORD could make me laugh so much. That I'd go back to Ann Arbor, enjoy the visit, but be happy to come back home to a place that is not Ann Arbor. That I can seriously be chilled in a house, even though the thermostat is set at 70 degrees, which is higher than I keep it at our house. That I'm looking forward to a week off at Thanksgiving because I can sleep in, even if it means I'll be sleeping only until 5:30 am. That as much as I like our new, used car, and I'm grateful to the events that led to our acquisition of the car, I still miss my minivan, especially on longer trips. That I might need to cave, soon, and purchase a phone that can do everything, even texting.

BUGS!

I despise bugs. It doesn't matter what kind. I JUST DON'T LIKE BUGS. I can look kindly at the innocuous ones, I've been known to scoot spiders outside, and I've had to kill wasps in my own home, with my own hands. I can deal with most of them, most of the time, but suppose you walk down to the basement, pull aside a boxspring, reach for a suitcase and realize that you are staring down a GIGANTIC cricket in the face. Don't you t;hink that might get to you? Trust me, it does, since I just did it. We both survived. I scurried back up the stairs and shut the basement door. He went back to laughing at the crazy lady of the house. P.S. Kelsey, you might be rolling your eyes at this post, but I'd be better off with a mouse. Seriously.

Competition

A rustling sound drifts down the stairway, alerting me that Little Red is awake. I hear the thump of still-small feet as they hit the wood floor then scamper down the hallway, before meeting up with the carpet of my bedroom where the noise is snuffed as quickly as a candle. I wonder how long it will be until Little Red figures out that I'm not in the warm and cozy bed. I'm downstairs, hunched over a computer, trying to find some time to myself before the bustle of four kids and a still-sleepy husband interrupt my story and force me to place it on hold, for a little while. It's not long after the first sound that a light hand snakes around my middle, a warm forehead snuggles into my side, and green, still-tired, eyes look up at me. A shy smile erupts across his face, causing his freckles to twist and turn against his alabaster skin. I know what he wants. I pretend that it's me, and my hugs, and the scatter of smooches I will press to his forehead. But

Journeys

This is what I call a cop-out post. Something I already said via some other form of social media and then plunked here, counting it as a post. But I'm not participating in NaBloPoMo, so it shouldn't matter, right? I'm really just sharing this tidbit again because I want to remember this day. The day that Melina drew a picture and then wrote, in her kindergarten way: Hi. We wil hav a wundrfl jrne. She ran over, held the paper up to me, a huge smile on her face. I gulped. I looked at my fourth child and leaned over and squeezed her. I inhaled the scent of her hair and willed a few tears to go away. If I had even tried to imagine the journey we would go on from the moment she was born, I could never have done it justice. I'm proud to have her in my life and can't wait to see just how wonderful our journey with her will be. Sniff.

Story Questions

When I started a story back in the summer of 2012, it was because one incident at the local Kroger inspired it. I remember the event; I remember coming home and furiously pounding on the keyboard for a few moments to get out a beginning; I remember going back and filling in some details and then finding a groove for a few weeks. I eventually started other book ideas, when I wasn't sure where the story should go, but I'd come back to it from time to time. Piece by piece things started coming together and a story about Sadie, Theo, and Andrew began to develop. A month or two ago, I had point A and point B, but I still wasn't sure exactly how the novel was going to get from point A to point B. But I  knew that I wanted to find out. I challenged myself to get done with a draft. It didn't have to be a spectacular one, but it needed to be done. And so I did. I put forth a huge effort and sat, tirelessly, as the words began to flow. And a very strange thing happened. Actua

Listen to Your Elders

I love social media. Gasp. Did I just say that? I did. At first, I was wary, but good things can happen because of people who know how to use social media in the right way. Of course, bad things can happen, too, but I've turned into a half-full sort of person, and I'd like to stay here. So Pffft. While I'm not that into different forms of social media, you know that I at least have a Facebook and Twitter account, both of which I check regularly. And though I'm often behind the times, i.e. True Facts by Ze Frank (argh, there I go again, laughing), I eventually do get to see what everyone else who is plugged in all day see. So this morning, as I was sipping my coffee, I opened up Facebook and saw a post by an elementary school friend of a TED talk. If you've never seen one of these, you should. They. Are. Phenomenal. This one in particular showed a video of Angela Lee Duckworth, a psychologist who researched what makes people successful and found that the answer i

Science Fair Projects

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE REMOVE ALL CHILDREN OF READING AGE FROM IN FRONT OF YOUR COMPUTER. THANK YOU. Aunt Maria messaged me this morning. "Chris, can you ask Tim if he has any ideas for science fair projects? We have until January but the topic is due tomorrow. Thanks." I passed the message on, but thought I'd check to see what I could find on Google. I Googled cool science fair projects , but I wanted to see pictures, so I ran it through the imaging option. I found a bunch of nice pictures, complete with smiling kids standing in front of prize-winning (or not) science fair projects. Some of my favorites? Keep reading. DISCLAIMER (2ND WARNING): HAVE YOUR KIDS MOVE FROM THE ROOM, NOW, OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES! Do you know where this is going? I was hard-pressed to figure out how old some of the kids standing in front of the projects were, but I do know that they weren't old enough to use these words, ever. Okay, maybe the girls with the first project were, but

Driving

I'm adding a little extra caffeine to the decaf/regular mix this morning because it is the first Plot Sisters' Road Trip! I'm leaving my house at 5:30 to go meet up with my group and we're heading to our first writing conference together. Woo-hoo! And Good Luck, Tim.

Still Laughing...

"Mom, can we see True Facts about the Chameleon?" Zoe said. "Please?" Talia added. "Ten seconds. Only ten seconds. That's all you need," I replied. They only asked to see it because they knew I'd end up hysterically laughing, which I did. And the girls had me repeat the first ten seconds at least three times. By that point, my face was down on the table, tears streaming down my face. I'm gonna need a little help here...

Real Problems

I was lamenting the fact that I had to have PB & J for lunch today. Some people would kill for a sandwich of that caliber. I know that. The kids go to school with children who wouldn't even have that as an option at home because there are no options at home. And here I was whining that I'd be stuck with PB & J. You might wonder why I'm stuck with it. I certainly could go to the pantry and fix something else, right? Well, here's the story: I started getting the lunches ready this morning (Yes, I need to force these children to help with their lunches, but at night, that is the last thing on my mind, so in the morning, in a rush, I usually ask them to put part, but not all, of the lunch together.) and realized it would, indeed, be another PB kind of day. I whistled as I slapped the PB on, and then scraped the last of the J out of the jar. I pushed the sandwiches into the boxes and figured that I'd make Tim a sandwich, too. (Tim is not so good about making

The Good and the Bad

The good news: as of yesterday, I have a finished first draft of my manuscript. The bad news: I have so many unanswered questions, that it might as well not really be called finished . In my mind, however, it helps to know that I have told a story from beginning to end. That there is a start, a series of events where the plot unfolds, the struggle, the climax, and then conclusion to the story. If all of that is on the paper, then my work constitutes a first draft. See how I make myself feel better every day? The little things, people, the little things. So the rest of this month, I will go back and figure out the answers to questions such as: 1. What purpose does Karen serve in the story? 2. What do they do about Charlie and testing? 3. What about the other kids, Lexie and Delia? Should they play more paramount roles? 4. What the heck happened to Pickles Martin?!? I'm confident I can address some of these and at least get a somewhat more pulled together draft by the end

True Facts

Have you looked into Ze Frank's True Facts series on YouTube? If you don't have two hours to waste, don't even bother Googling it, for if you do, those two hours will spiral out of control and be gone within what feels like minutes. On the other hand, if you want a good laugh (and by laugh I mean the tear forming, gut splitting kind), then look them up. You will find out so many important things, such as: 1. How to correctly pronounce the word chameleon . (I haven't watched the chameleon video since last week, and here I am, laughing again at the memory of how the narrator first pronounces chameleon. I don't want to ruin the fun. Just go here .) 2. That male ducks have corkscrew penises and that female ducks, in turn have corkscrew vaginas. 3. Tarsiers have very large eyes, each one of which is heavier than the brain. 4. The three-toed sloth actually has one more finger than the two-toed sloth. (Ze Frank, of course, makes fun of this misnomer.) 5. Land snai

Day of the Vet

Every year since we moved here, Veteran's Day has meant one thing to our household: the day we take the pets to the veterinarian. It wasn't a thing we planned to do the first year, but when we found out that Tim had the day off and the cats had to get to the vet, it was easier for him to do it than for me to take twin cats and twin girls to the vet. The next year, we had twin cats, twin girls, and a redhead little man to account for. Little red was only 10 days old on Veteran's Day, and I had no plans on taking him out. Thus the tradition, of Tim taking the animals to the vet, was born. This morning, as I stood at the veterinarian with Lucy and Shadow (now down one cat and up one dog), I realized we need to change our ways. It's fine to know that each Veteran's Day we'll be taking in the pets, but it's more important to start the day with a remembrance of what Veteran's Day actually is and who it honors. So next year, we might still drag the animals

Love and Romance

Here's a snippet of an email I received the other day: Do you use your imagination to come up with better than real life romantic heroes? Do you fantasize about perfect love or forbidden love? You can embrace your passions and turn your daydreams into written stories. The WDU workshop Essentials of Romance Writing will teach you how to shape your ideas into a readable story. Yes, yes, yes! I thought. Only because I skipped over (inadvertently) the part that stated the title of the workshop, Essentials of Romance Writing . So no, no, no. Because writing romances has never been on my list of topics about which I'd like to write. I cringe at the thought of stringing together sentences that should make people swoon. When I critique my writing friends' work, you can tell the moment I reach a romantic scene: my faces flushes and I scrunch up my shoulders, EVEN THOUGH NO ONE ELSE IS IN THE ROOM. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that a current manusc

Creative Expression

Sometimes I amaze myself. I don't say that to be cocky, I say it because I wonder at the capability of the human mind. And I know that anyone who says can't really means won't . Because back on November 1, one week ago to be exact, I started working toward my goal of finishing up manuscript number three . (Saying that sounds insane to my ears. Three ? I will have written three full books? That just means I need to get these published sometime within the next decade, or I'll have a shelf full of unrealized dreams.) And here I am, one week later, and I've put forth 16,000 words into this novel. They aren't superb words, but they aren't crap words, either, and as I hoped, they are bringing my story to life. Isn't that nuts? I run, I cook, I drag kids to and from school, I volunteer and do laundry and cleaning and reading with Melina; I took time out for a concert and had a writer's group meeting, dinner with friends, and still, in one week I mana

Brush With Greatness

Two cups of coffee and a coke, and it isn't even 2 pm. And this is for the gal who normally drinks a combination of decaf and regular coffee such that the caffeine intake is less than one cup per day. My hands are shaking, my heart a little fluttery, but I can barely stay awake. Because Kelsey dragged me out last night, and I'm so glad she did. (And yes, we were out past 8 pm; I arrived in the door at 11:34 pm, I think, and then I had trouble sleeping, and was up and out of bed at 5:11 am.) What were we doing? I don't normally just shoot the breeze with Kelsey until that time of the night. Instead, we hit a Dar Williams concert in a city close to home. It was my first time seeing her, and Kelsey's, I don't know, umpteenth? Who knows. Dar's music is fantastic when you listen to on CD; in person, it's even better. So now, I owe Kelsey big. She's introduced me, literally, to two famous people. I have an inkling that maybe Kelsey herself will be famous

Top Ten

Top ten things we sang about yesterday (and by we , I mean Melina): 1. Dial soap 2. Shoe strings 3. Squirrels 4. Mrs. R, her teacher 5. Paper plates (Not kidding here.) 6. The number seven 7. Bum cheeks 8. Diapers (Hasn't worn these in years) 9. Plastic wrap 10. Ear wax Giselle from Enchanted ain't got nothing on Melina.

Taking Care of the Girls

There are many reasons that breastfeeding has benefited me and my family. Only one of which was apparent today. What happened today, you ask? I had my first mammogram. I've heard horror stories about small-breasted women and mammograms. "They squish the tissue you have, which isn't much, and it hurts," one person said. "Very uncomfortable," the second woman added. And another one revealed that she "passed out afterwards, the pain was so bad." Really? Could this possibly be true? Would someone who has dealt with post-marathon muscle pain, natural childbirth, and a cracked nipple really find a mammogram uncomfortable? (I've experienced all three of those, if you didn't' know. And don't laugh about the cracked nipple. The nipple pain was worse than any of my labor contractions, and those pains were monumental; don't let anyone tell you otherwise.) I was confident that I'd be okay, but I'd be lying if I didn't at lea

Lumpy

"You're here to pick up Shadow, right?" The receptionist at the vet's office said as I walked in the door. "Yes." "Did they tell you they found some lumps on him?" She asked me. "Uh, no. I know he had one on his head. I didn't notice any other ones. Did the doctor note on his chart where they were found? And do they know what they are?" Shadow has been through quite a bit between his ears, allergies, a staph infection. You can tell he's getting older. "Well, let's see," she said. "If I remember correctly, they think they might be lipomas, but they probably should be aspirated to make sure. Now, let me check the chart..." The receptionist looks at the screen in front of her, and then nods to the other helper behind her. "It looks like they found the other ones around Shadow's penis..." She hesitates, not sure what to say. "Well, I guess that explains why I never found them now, d

Thanks, Again

Thank you to the two CVS workers that didn't bat an eye when a woman walked into their store in the wee hours of the morning looking for kids' Imodium. And thank you for even taking me to the correct aisle, finding the medicine, and bringing me to the counter. Thank you to the powers that be that Melina's diarrhea is only the result of too much mucus being swallowed. Thank you for allowing us to make it through a church service without too much fidgeting from Aaron. (Melina wasn't there because the threat of a spill might have been too much for me.) And thank you for some good chit chat with Kelsey. Finally, thank you to Tim, who took the kids out for a bit this afternoon to play kickball (something I love to do) so that I could get some time to write.

Thanks

I had a moment the other morning where I started to get down. I thought to myself, What in the hell am I doing? Why am I trying to make my way in the publishing world? Why can't I be content with giving you my views here, in this forum? I'm done, I said to myself. Just done. No, I hadn't received another rejection, although I have enough to my name now that if I printed them out, I could nicely gift wrap a bowling ball, in a good size box, and then throw it at an agent's head for attention. I'm not actually sure what made me decide that my writing career was over before it had even started, but within 30 seconds, I had veered back the other way. No, I said to myself. You aren't done. You will keep writing, regardless what happens. And so, within the blink of an eye, I was back on board and determined to keep going. I told my kids about my already solved dilemma; they looked at me with bleary eyes, said, Okay, and then went on their way. They don't real

Trying

Tim used to say that trying to put tights on twin 9 month olds was like trying to nail jello to the wall. Well so is trying to write when your kids have a day off. Happy day off to me, right? And Happy Birthday to Aaron!