Archive for April, 2008

Music Rocks My Soul

I have always been a huge fan of music. Tonight this Phil Collins song – which I don’t even particularly like, and haven’t heard in ages – speaks to me.

“You’ll Be In My Heart”

Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight

I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don’t you cry

For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can’t be broken
I will be here
Don’t you cry

‘Cause you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

You’ll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You’ll be here in my heart, always

Why can’t they understand
the way we feel
They just don’t trust
what they can’t explain
I know we’re different but,
deep inside us
We’re not that different at all

And you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

Don’t listen to them
‘Cause what do they know
We need each other,
to have, to hold
They’ll see in time
I know

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you’ve got to hold on
They’ll see in time
I know
We’ll show them together

‘Cause you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on,
Now and forever more

Oh, you’ll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You’ll be in my heart, always


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I feel pretty, and witty, and gay
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me today

lalalalala la la la lala lala…

However, I apparently don’t look so pretty. Anymore, that is. At least according to A.

On Tuesday night I was checking her spelling homework before I went out to dinner with friends (since D left for NH 2 weeks ago to start his new job a babysitter every Tuesday is part of my Single Mom 101 management plan). On Tuesdays she has to write an 8-word sentence for each spelling word. One of the words was “prettier.” And her sentence was:

My mommy was prettier when she was in her 20s.

Kiss my grits, little girl! I so totally disagree with you! I look way better at almost-40 than I did at 20-something (extra 20 pounds notwithstanding.)

And not to be outdone on the hysterical commentary front, the next morning K says (holding up the clean undies I had laid out for her…)

MOM. Do you think I can be cute in undies with a hole in them? I don’t THINK so.

My theory is that their survival instincts kicked in and they intuitively knew they had to say something funny or cute — the only truly effective antidote when a parent is ready to choke the living shit out their offspring — or suffer the consequences.

Clearly, it worked.

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When your good friend is a photographer/camera man for a local news station you wind up on the evening news… The brick rambler they walk into is my house. This clip was was the 5 ‘o clock news spot. The 6 o’clock spot was a bit different and actually showed the inside of the house, but that one doesn’t seem to be on the web.

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In July 2006, HGTV filmed an episode of Kidspace in our home. Over the space of 3 days, they renovated 2 bedrooms — A’s room became a Backyard Barnyard and K’s room was converted to an art space/play room. The episode *finally* aired on March 28, 2008! (episode # HKID-313) Thank goodness for DVR or I would have totally missed it!

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C is for Cooking, Part II

How cool – I had a couple of requests for this recipe so here it is. I made it for D’s grandparents, aunts, uncles, and parents for Easter this year and it went over really well – I hope you enjoy it, too.

Pork Tenderloin with Pears in Balsamic Reduction

6 fresh sage leaves
1 TBS fresh rosemary
salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste pork tenderloin
olive oil
large red onion (sliced into medium size pieces)
3 r
ed bartlett or bosc pears (sliced into medium size pieces)
1/3 cup balsamic vinegar
1/3 cup honey
1/3 cup apple juice
2 shots port wine – either ruby port or tawny

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees. Very finely chop the sage and rosemary, add some salt and pepper, and rub it all over the meat. In a large, deep frying pan, brown the meat on both sides in some olive oil over medium high heat at first then turn it down to medium (be careful not to burn the herbs or they’ll be bitter). Add the onion. When the onion starts to wilt a bit, throw in the pears. In a mixing bowl, combine the balsamic vinegar, honey, apple juice, and port wine. Add this mixture to the pan. Leave uncovered to let the alcohol burn off a bit. Lower the heat and continue to cook another five minutes or so. Either put the pan directly into the oven (if it is oven safe) or transfer everything to a baking pan and let it roast in the oven, uncovered, for about 18 – 20 minutes.

If you want to make that reduction sauce, just add some balsamic vinegar to a small pot and cook over high heat. Be sure to keep stirring or it will burn. It will eventually thicken (coats the back of a spoon) and you can drizzle it over the meat.

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For Sale


They say a sale.jpg is worth a thousand words…

They just put a For Sale sign outside my house.

Wait until you see the inside, though — it looks like June F*cking Cleaver lives here – not a thing out of place, and decluttered by about 1/3. Even the laundry side of the basement is a pleasant place to be now. A said “Geez, Mommy, it doesn’t even look like our house!” And she’s right.

My bedroom looks AWESOME. I can’t believe we had to move in order to get it looking like this (taupe walls with robins egg blue and chocolate brown bedding and window treatments — aahhhhhhhh — so spa-like and tranquil.) At least D admits it looks better without the hideous orange paint. (for those who have never personally visited Chez NDQ, a couple of years ago D was desperate for an orange bedroom. Which was fine with me until I realized that my idea of orange was Terra Cotta, or some other earthy tone and his was Fall Leaf Orange. I agreed to He made me paint it anyway even though I hated it from day one.

Anyway – my mom just arrived, and my brother, SIL and nephew are coming this weekend for K’s belated b-day party. I am SO ridiculously excited to have them here. I need big hugs and lots of wine! I really wish my dad was going to be here, too, but that isn’t possible. For the first time I can remember since my parents divorced 12 years ago, I cried because my whole family won’t be here at the same time.

Well, look at that…almost 40 years old and I still need my mommy and daddy. If that isn’t a credit to them both I don’t know what is.

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