Homemade Peanut Butter....

So, friends in internet land, do I have a recipe for you....

*DISCLAIMER* ONLY DO THIS IF YOU HATE YOUR VACCUM, HAVE A CARPET CLEANER, AND WANNA HEAR "TOLD YA MOMMY" FROM YOUR 4 YEAR OLD.

SO, Bugsley has this thing where he loves to snack in his bedroom while he is watching cartoons.  I get it, everyone loves a snack.  He however, hates to eat like a civilized human, and clean up after himself.  After being told 1000's of times to pick the peanuts up off of the floor, and 1000's of times ignoring me, I got mad and did it myself.  Now, I may have slacked a bit crapload, and thought I could just vaccum them up. Here, ladies and gentleman, is where you should don your specs, grab a pen and paper.....I'll wait.......................................................

All ready??

Ok, so, the first step, obviously, clean up the dinosaurs and lizards and miscellanous pieces that you know for a fact do NOT go through the vaccum....

Now, vaccum up those peanuts.  Yep, this is nice and simple.  Just suck 'em up....it helps if you have an upright vaccum, but anyone will do, I'm sure.

Next...continue to vaccuum, but keep in note, this is where the carpet cleaner will come in handy....see those grease spots that are being left on the floor, yep, those brownish ones, yeah...well, in the creation of this delish concoction, I noticed them too....and then noticed that the vaccum wasn't really working, and oddly enough, there were not crushed peanuts in the canister of the vaccum...how bizarre...shouldn't they be the size of the peanut topping on ice cream?? 

Now, this is where you may will curse.  Flip that bad boy vaccum over onto its back, so you can get a nice view of the beater bar....see all that peanut mulch stuck up in there....There's your peanut butter!!!!!  You will have to use a butter knife to scrape it out, and make sure you get it all cause we all know that peanuts can go rancid, and that would make your vaccum smell awesome!  Get it all scraped out, and give your vaccum a try again....Dang, isn't that awesome how it works so well again......I know mine was like a whole new vaccum...

I'm sure your 4 year old will now enter the room, to proclaim what a mess you made, get mad because you ruined his 'peanut bowl'...aka chair, and loudly proclaim "told ya you couldn't vaccum up peanuts mom...."....proceed with swearing.

Haul out that carpet cleaner to clean the grease marks.

Ladies and gentleman, you have now created peanut butter using only your vaccum!!!!  Not to mention, pissed off your neighbors with the sound of the peanuts being mulched, swore at everyone in a 5 foot radius, dang near stabbed yourself with your butter knife, and swore if Bugsley ate in his bedroom one more time, he was going on a liquid diet.

He's growing up. Sniffle....

When did my Bug turn into such a little man??!!

When did his milky breath turn into full blown night time halitosis?

When did his toys become so hard for me to play with?   What happened to the love of tupperware to play with??  Now he just uses it to carry water and make a mess somewhere!!

Hasbro, we are still not talking (Hasbro hatred) - however, your Gravity Bots (My Sanity) do kick some serious ass....

When did he learn that everything is "AWESOME"??

When did his love for tattoos, stick on, mind you,  outweigh mine??!

Why does he have to go to Kindergarten soon??!

Where is my little bitty baby that I could hold in the crook of my arm?


But yet, as big as he is, I still love the night time "mommy can I sleep wiff you?"'s....the stuffie stuck under his arm at every moment...the random "i love you momma"'s...the wet sloppy kisses...the absolute excitement at seeing Uncle Brad...

I love this boy.



It's official, my Bug is growing up, and I don't like it one bit.

What I`ve learned since moving to the city

• It is dang near impossible to pass a play park without hearing `Can we go to the park, can we go to the park`.....
• There is a Starbucks on every corner, but yet their menu kinda sucks.  Starbucks is kinda over rated.
• Not all daycares are created equal.  Ugh.
• As much as there is to do in the city, it is still easy to have no life
• I thought I was a shopper - Whew, Nolan is 10 times worse! He loves him some shopping.

Ok, for real people, this is the lamest post, but I have nothing to say!!  Hahaha...I work, we go home, have supper, bed and do it all over again the next day!

I wish I had something interesting to write!

Dearest Bugsley

My dearest Bugsley;

It`s come time for mommy to send you yet another gentle reminder on life...

I know how much you love your Nintendo DS, and mommy loves it too...a lot...it is her salvation following a long day, however, that being said, I do not, repeat, do not like to play it.  I do not understand your games, and the more you scream, regardless of the decibal level, my ability to play does not improve immediately.  I am sorry you do not understand this. 

Bugsley, midnight is not a cool time for bedtime.  Mommy doesn`t like it when she is in bed and asleep before you are.  I know that you cannot go anywhere, nor do anything without me, however, I do not like to sleep with one eye open.  I much prefer them both closed.  Fully.   When you have children, you will realize how vital sleep really is.  And until then, maybe the days that you are tired, I will remind you what it is like to be kept awake....or maybe not.

At the age of 4, you are the most emotional I have ever seen you...the crying attacks because we park in the parkade do nothing to make me happy...in fact, they do the opposite.  Please heed my advice - deal with the fact that we do not park above ground, or I will leave you there while I park underground.  The waterworks also do not increase my DS ability.  I`m sorry to have to tell you that. 

Now, I know you love to kiss....and kiss, and kiss and kiss and kiss.  The fish lip pucker is great, but please, wipe the excess saliva from your lips prior to kissing me.  Please.  I don`t like gobby, drooly, sloppy kisses.  Nor will your wife.  I tell you this, only to keep you from embarrassment in your future.  Trust me.  I have yet to meet a person that likes a gooey kiss.  Please take note of that.

Bugsley, I love you to bits, but please take note of my advice.  I do not play DS nor will I learn in a 30 second window.  I love your kisses, but don`t like the drool.  The crying is ok...when you are hurt, but please not for no good reason.  It hurts mommy`s head.

Love always,

Mommy

Our weekend in a nutshell...

Wowza...a busy weekend, but a good one.  Bugsley and I packed up & headed Southbound to see the fam for my daddio`s birthday (Happy birthday daddio).  It was so nice to have old family fastly becoming new friends, just as if I had never left the picture.  Thanks for always making me feel welcome.  Here`s to becoming a part of one another`s lives *clink* (that was my toast...duh.)

I left Bugsley with his daddio, while I rocked out on the way home.  KC and the Sunshine band so can`t walk on sunshine like I can....heeeeck no.  There is nothing better than cranking the tunes, raising a little hell with Trooper, and hitting the highway...that is unless it is midnight, you are dogass tired, and singing only to stay awake...

Did some major fence painting, then back off to pick Bugsley back up.

Now off to catch some zzzzzzz`s.....

Hoping there is a good week in store for us all!

Don't Drink from the Athabasca

When a buglet has to go, a buglet has to go!!

We hit up Jasper again this weekend, and Bugsley LOVED it...

We hit up the Jasper Tramway (holy snot - not cool for someone afraid of heights.  Bugsley loved it...me not so much)...

                P.S - Notice how all my pictures have the railing in the bottom??  That's cause I am badass and refuse to step to the edge!

My chipmunk picture....and now Nolan's...

wait for it...wait....wait....

Ta - Daaaaa!!!  A chipmunk from a 4 year old perspective!!

We moved our party from the mountain top (thank the Lord), to the streets of Jasper...

                                          And on to the Athbasca Falls....

No trip to the mountains is complete without throwing rocks in the water,

Watermelon faces,

Skinned knees,

Self portraits.

Top it all off off bubbles on the balcony while the thunder clouds form and you get,

A weekend full of smiles and laughter.

Our delightfully, quiet little life

Wow, it's been a while since my last post...that's what happens when you have nothing worth writing about going on in your life, haha...

Nolan came to a football game with me last week, and loved it...well, actually, he loved the cheerleaders, not the game.  Well, the girls and the fireworks....and the candy apples...pretty much everything but the football game itself. Oh well, he was great, and loved it.  We'll go again for sure...

He's still loving daycare...and has even made a few little friends.  The joys of living in the area of the city that is populated by Indian (Not native, but like East Indian) people...he's friend at daycare's name is "Kleenex"...well, that's not really his name, but that's what Nolan thinks it is, hahaha...poor kid.  I can only imagine Nolan calling him Kleenex all day...mind you, I call Nolan Bugsley, so he can probably relate....

Other than that, our life is quiet and delightful!!!