Archive | September, 2009

Brownie-Pumpkin Muffins

30 Sep

These are quick, yummy, and fast friendly muffins. When’s the last time you had muffins mixed, poured into the pan, and tapped your fingers before the oven was preheated?


One box of devil’s food cake mix (Don’t skimp friends, get the name brand! It’s worth it.)

One 15 oz can of pumpkin

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

Mix the cake mix and pumpkin together.  That’s it.  Don’t put another thing in that bowl!  Pour batter into a 12 cup muffin pan.  Bake for 20 minutes.  The end.  You’re welcome!

*Edited to add that if you are a Weight Watchers person, these  muffins are only two points apiece!

Recipe adapted from the Hungry Girl cookbok.


My Quirky Adeline

28 Sep
  • She must, must, must flick every light switch to the off position as we walk by.
  • When she’s hungry, she wants “a nana” (a banana).  If she sees “a nana” she wants “a nana”.  If she sees a picture of “a nana”, she must point to “a nana”.
  • She can sign eat, more, bird, milk (bird and milk look very similar when she does them), all done, tree (these two look alike, too), her version of cracker, and her version of baby.  I’ve attempted multiple times to record these – she does not perform.
  • She refers to her self as “A (short ‘a’ sound) – dah” And about everything else as “Dada”…except for “a nana”.
  • If I say, “Go get the Dimity book” she can find Dimity Duck without trouble.
  • If the laptop is open, she needs to be sitting in our laps. We must then play THIS video so she can blow kisses at the nuns.
  • She growls.  Matthew encourages it.
  • When I put on my makeup, it is necessary that I “dab” some on her face and say “Shoosh. Shoosh. Shoosh.”
  • After finishing a book, (which we read about twenty of a day.  No kidding.) we say, “The End!”  Adeline then picks up the book and throws it down triumphantly.
  • She recognizes pictures of Jesus and Mary, smiles at them, and then blows kisses at them.
  • She randomly spins in circles.  This is not really one of her dance moves.
  • If she wants you to hold something for her, she will take your hand, open it, and place the desired object into it.
  • Sometimes I catch her randomly looking upside down and between her legs.


Yemistes Kolokythia (Stuffed Zucchini)

24 Sep

Because I believe in sharing all the good things in my life, here is a delicious meal Matthew prepared tonight.


4 medium zucchini squash
1teaspoon crushed dried mint (I forgot this and it tasted fine without it!)
1 lb ground beef
1/4 olive oil
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 medium chopped onion
1/2 cup chopped green pepper
1 cup fresh breadcrumbs
1 tablespoon chopped parsley
1 3/4 cups tomato sauce
1/4 cup grated Kafaloteri cheese (we used Parmesan)
Salt and Pepper
Slice the zucchini in half lengthwise.  Scoop out the pulp and chop.  Saute the ground beef in the olive oil until it loses its pink color.  Add the garlic, onion, and green pepper and cook for 5 more minutes.  Remove from the heat.  Add the zucchini pulp, mint, bread  crumbs, parsley, 1/4 cup tomato sauce, cheese, and salt and pepper to taste.  Stuff the squash shells with the mixture.  Put the squash in a 9×13 baking dish and pour the remaining tomato sauce over the squash.  Bake at 350 for 40 minutes.
At some point in my life, I will get back to reporting my thoughts, feelings, etc. instead of just the facts, ma’am.
P.P.S. I’m doubting that time will come soon…

Holloween Costume Trial Run

19 Sep



Well, as you can see, the hair doesn’t quite fit but I’m sure I can fix it.  The sleeves will have to be hemmed a little higher, as she screams when she cannot see her hands.  But everything else is perfectly adorable!


18 Sep

is what we call Adeline when she makes this face….because she looks like a grouchy old man!


And a year ago…


New Couch

17 Sep

Most of you probably won’t care but my mom does. So, mom, here’s our new $120 couch.  I’m psyched and so glad to have the Reagan-chewed one out of here.  Please ignore the mess!


And the color


Very exciting, I know.  But we needed a little joy around here!

Good-bye, Reagan.

15 Sep

If you’ve ever met our dog, Reagan, you’d know that she is a spazz.  Well, she’s more  than just a spazz – she’s defiant, solitary,  a destroyer, and hyper-vigilant.  This dog has been through classes, video courses, dog-whispered (not by the Dog Whisperer), and bark-collared.  She has been, though, infinitely patient with Miss Adeline and a generally sweet dog.  She’s also a seasoned escape artist.  Whether it’s finagling her collar just right to get it off or slipping through a closing door.

Yesterday she opened the door and got out.  Trying to get her inside  is usually a 30-40 minute ordeal.  About an hour and a half into yesterday she found a raccoon carcass (gross!) and toted it along with her.  Lots of friends from the community tried to get her to no avail.  She ran through woods, streets, and would lay a foot away but take off any time one made  a move.  She tore all the pads off of her paws, but still she ran. Four hours later, after chasing her throughout he woods, the cemetery, and shooing her from the veggie garden, she ran into a dried soybean field, saw a buck and chased him.  She cornered him and he charged at her – low and behold, she ran right to me.

Sensitive of her feet, I slowly walked her home, taking the shortest and easiest path.  We got to Matthew and he took over.  Ten steps later she attacked his hand.  (Did I mention she’s two weeks late on her rabies vac? Darn it.) She attacked and didn’t intend to stop.  Matthew had to roll her over and lay on top of her.  Finally we got her inside, quarantined her in the bathroom and Matthew went to the E.R. for his 12 shots.

Very sadly, Matthew took her to the shelter this morning. Reagan slowly and painfully walked out of the door with one of Adeline’s blanket and her favorite toys.  She will be quarantined for ten days and ultimately euthanized.  It breaks our hearts for her not to be with us and certainly to know that she will die soon.

It’s hard to see her hair in the vacuum cleaner, to hear Adeline say “Dayduh”, and have to pick up all the food on the ground that Adeline throws, remembering Reagan the Vacuum.  It’s quiet, surreal, and painful.  We love her and will miss her, but will also be glad to have a little bit of peace.  After all, if she’d bite the master she loves, she may bite anyone.

Reagan was never a happy dog unless she was running around by herself – with no other dogs and no humans.  I pray that paradise, for her, will be healed paws, a wide open pasture,  and one angel whose duty it is to scratch her just so behind her right ear.

God’s peace, Bug.

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