The Best Friends a Girl Could Have

I had a decent birthday, the usual. Dinner with my family, a few nice cards and gifts, one rockin gift from my grandma that I did NOT expect to get.
And then the day after my birthday my friend Paige and I had plans for dinner. She took me out last year so I didn't think it was odd at all. She told me it was a surprise where we were headed so I just went along. I thought it a bit odd that we had to leave Dearborn to go for Middle Eastern food in Oak Park, but whatever.
On the drive to dinner I had this strange feeling (which I now know it was God talking to me again) telling me that Sarah would be at dinner. And when we pull into the parking lot I see the wide butt of my favorite orange Pacifica in the parking lot. As we walk up to the door I'm checking inside the car to see if I see Josh's car seat. Then I see Sarah sitting in a booth right by the window and I was so excited to see her!!! We eat and then I hear Sarah call Josie and tell her that we're leaving in a few minutes and will meet her there. WHAT!?!? we're going somewhere else?
We went to Caribou in Royal Oak and after we get our drinks I'm looking for a table to sit down at when Sarah and Paige look at me like I'm crazy and state "Oh no, we're not done here, come on." So we walk over to Creative Arts Studio where they tell me we're going to make whatever we want, pottery, mosaics, jewelry..... so totally up my alley!! And the crazy thing is that I also had this weird feeling that we'd be doing something like this, and it had nothing to do with me snooping around.
This night was so awesome that I didn't want it to end, although I was getting tired :) To think that my friends love me so much that they put this together just for me was amazing. And the fact that they planned something they knew I would love is even more amazing. I don't have an auditorium full of friends that know me well but what I do have is a handful of friends that are more like sisters to me. Being an only child growing up was really hard but being loved by your friends that see you like family is really great.
I grouted my mosaic masterpiece today and it should be ready tomorrow so I'll post a picture of it later.

Now, if only my husband would acknowledge how great I am. :) (didn't even get so much as the usual handmade card with a nice sentiment inside)

Self Love

I need some right now so... Happy Birthday to me. 31 and still going strong, kinda sorta

Adam Unplugged

Swoon, my own little John Mayer.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Adam!

I find it very hard to believe that my baby is turning 3 and is no longer a baby. He now calls me MOM instead of MAMA and he calls Brian DAD instead of DADDY. And when he's acting really grown up he adds inflection to the word: daaaaad or maaaaom (imagine a 13 year old and how they would talk to their parents and that's it!)

I love you little man!

Inside the Strange World of Adam

I saw this at the grocery store tonight. The headline alone made me laugh. Basically because this magazine is also saying that my child lives in a strange world. Let's compare shall we:

Suri - is hardly disciplined, isn't allowed to eat McDonald's (gasp! how awful)

Adam- can't hardly be disciplined, doesn't eat McD's because mom & dad don't eat the crap.

Suri - isn't allowed to watch tv

Adam - is addicted to tv and if I had to do it all over again I never would've turned the boobtube on

Suri - plays with Scientology children only

Adam - plays with Christian children only (but I don't think it's on purpose)

And this publication claims that this is a "fascinating probe into her life". Puhlease!

Oh, that's not good!

Not so great when the first thing you see on MSN homepage is a picture of Detroit and the title "America's Most Miserable Cities"
Read the rest here.
Bummer

So Annoying

Why is it that everytime I get in the shower (whether it's morning, noon or night) my son has to poop?!?!? Gotta love having to wipe his little butt while being soaking wet. Sometimes I swear he waits until I get my hair completely wet when I see him drop his pants.

Bill-bored

Driving along Ford Rd. this week I hear this from the backseat:

Adam: "Look mom, the big yellow sign. Call Sam."

Cringe. Yes, it was a billboard advertisement for Sam Berstein. I always fast forward through any 1-800-call-sam commercials so Adam must really pay attention to the TV!

Currently Cooking

This is all my creation. This is also what you get when you only have a few odd ingredients in your household and have to make dinner!

Mediterranean Chicken Pillows

servings: 2.5 (6 pillows)

approx. 1/2 cup olive oil (or if you don't care about your fats, melted butter)
8 sheets Fillo Dough
4-5 chicken breast tenders, cut into bite size pcs.
1/4c sundried tomatoes, chopped (I use the Trader Joes ones, they're cheap & great!)
1/4c kalamata olives, chopped
1/2c mozarella cheese, shredded
1/2c fresh spinch, chopped

Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

In a medium bowl mix together the tomatoes, olives, cheese and spinach. Season the chicken with salt and pepper.

Brush a large cutting surface with some olive oil. Place a single sheet of fillo dough on the oiled surface and brush with more oil. Top with another layer of dough and oil until you've used 4 sheets of dough. Cut the layers of dough into three equal sections (not long ways) and top each section with a generous scoop of the tomato mixture. Top each mixture with 4-5 peices of chicken then fold the dough over and seal the edges the best you can. Place on a baking sheet and then start the process all over again until you've made the last 3 pillows.

Bake for 18-19 minutes or until golden brown.

Check it

Someone found me on Etsy and made a beautiful blog post about my Kitties. Sweeeeet!

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Serenity Now

This has been the most aggrivating week of my life. I've been channelling George Costanza about 100 times a day stating "SERENITY NOW!!!!!"
Brian has been working 12+ hour days. Adam is sick and refuses to cooperate with anything.

Bedtime = screaming fit of rage
Eating = screaming fit of rage
Anytime I tell him 'no' = screaming fit of rage
Turning off the tv = screaming fit of rage
Put your shoes on so we can leave = screaming fit of rage
Walk out the front door = screaming fit of rage
the list goes on and on and on......

As a matter of fact there's one going on right now that I'm trying my best to ignore. Tonight he refuses to eat the food I made and therefore I being hit right now. He just broke his favorite toy today yelling at me because I won't turn the tv on.

I'm at the point of dispair. If he doesn't eat or drink anything in one day will he die? I sure hope not because that means he won't be around tomorrow.

Motherhood is for the birds.

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