Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I'm no expert, buuuuttt......

I freely admit that I am a mommy blogger. Well, in so much as I am a mommy and I blog once every 6 months or so. I have a 6 year old and a 3 year old, and actually, I know lots about my particular 3 year old and 6 year old. Do some of those things probably apply to your kids? Yeah, maybe. But I am no childhood expert. Or child raising expert. So unless solicited, I do my best not to throw advice at people, especially if their kids are older than mine, as I just imagine they probably have years of experience more than I do.

It just comes with the parenting-territory. I have also adopted a 'not my kids' attitude, which helps me be less judgy about the way other people parent. Because the truth of the matter is, at the end of the day, I get to take my kids home, and you get to take yours home. And we both get to enjoy their behavior at home. So you know what? Parent your kids however it works for you and your family. And if your kids end up being nightmares to deal with in public and at home, at least you can't say it was my sage advice that pointed you in the wrong direction.

All that being said, there are some times that I witness obvious parent-fails. And let's be real here, there are times that I am the one committing the parenting-fail in all its glory. This last weekend, I had the honor of coordinating my sister in laws wedding. Which ended up with me running up and down stairs all day, and wrangling kiddos. Which I totally don't mind doing. There is always "that" kid in every bunch however. And this weekend, I got to deal with a dozey of one of those kids.

Let's just say for anonymity purposes, we will call this little boy "Bobby". Now, as I was getting everyone going in the right direction, I had a couple of normal run ins with Bobby, most of them consisting of me telling the group of boys to stop wrestling, or to stay inside/outside and what have you. Just normal stuff.

So as I am getting ready to bring the bridal party downstairs to go down the aisle, you can imagine my surprise to see Bobby (not in the wedding party, but a member of the family) eating a cupcake (that is part of the wedding cupcakes) in a hallway. So, I ask him where he got the cupcake (imagining that possibly he and some other boys may have ruined the cake/cupcake tables.). He pointed to a tray of extra cupcakes that were behind the bar, so WHEW, but still, not appropriate. So I *nicely* tell him that the cupcakes are for the reception, and to please not take anymore. He storms away (literally) with his half eaten cupcake. Curiosity gets the better of me, so I follow him out the door that leads to where the ceremony is taking place outside. He storms up to his father, and yells (this is no joke ya'll), "I GOT IN TROUBLE!!!" Then he proceeds to THROW his cupcake in the grass and stomp his feet and yell at his dad that it's his dad's fault he is in trouble!

Let's just pause for a moment here to enjoy the scene. I looked around to make sure someone else was seeing this happen, and luckily, a group of Ivey men were standing by, watching. SO glad to share this experience. Ok, back to what happened.

So then he and his father walk to me (standing near the door) and the father tells me that HE GAVE HIM THE CUPCAKE!!!

Let's pause one more time to discuss this. Um, so you know, you are at a wedding, and you happen by a couple tables FILLED with cake and cupcakes, and you think to yourself, "Yeah, it would be socially appropriate for me to take one of these cupcakes that is OBVIOUSLY for the wedding, and just let my poorly behaved child have one."

Because that's what you do at weddings. I guess I should be happy that the boy didn't want a piece of actual cake? Because his dad would have just cut him a piece before the wedding even started. Yeah. That's normal.
Ok, back to our normal programming.

So after the dad tells me this, with a fuming Bobby at his side, I very calmly say that the cupcakes are for the reception, and to please not take anymore. (Because I am an adult like that. And I can keep calm in ridiculous situations like this)

So then, I walk over to check on the grooms party, giving them a time frame and all that normal wedding jazz. As they are getting lined up, I head back inside to run upstairs and get the bridal party. As I head inside, I happen to pass the bar area, and guess what? There is that same dad, with Bobby, EATING ANOTHER CUPCAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't even handle this right now, so I just keep walking, shaking my head.

And adding exclamation marks in my head because REALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Again, I am no parenting expert.
But....I mean....REALLY?! In what world is it ever appropriate to take part of the wedding cake before a reception even starts? And where in the world is it ok to REWARD your horribly misbehaved child by not giving him ONE cupcake, that he THREW in the grass as he yelled at you, but to give him ANOTHER ONE!

ANOTHER ONE!!!

I am actually still just plain ol' shocked that this happened in real life. Even better is that there was a group who got to enjoy it with me. I am not going to lie. I for sure told that same group later that he gave him another cupcake, and even they (not all married with children guys) where shocked.

So. You tell me. In what world is this an ok thing to have happen?

And I keep reminding myself that I don't have to take that kid home with me.

No my circus, not my monkey.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Grilled Pizza Goodness

It's almost the middle of July (AH!!! When did that happen??!?), which means the weather is extra hot here, and I am always on the look out for different grilling ideas so I don't have to cook inside. Also, grilling usually requires less dishes, so less clean up all around, for the win.

Unlike most households, I am the person that 'mans' the grill at our house, and I get lots of inspiration from my older brother, who is a MASTER of the grill. Seriously. It's pretty amazing. I digress, however. I originally found this recipe at $5 Dinners , which is an excellent place to get great meal ideas, and for not a ton of money. She does a weekly menu/shopping list, and I just happened upon this grilled pizza one by chance. Best thing to happen ever. She is also currently compiling a 30 days of non-gluten meals, so you should check that out as well.

Now first, let me just say that you can really make this with any kinds of toppings you want, not just Hawaiian. But I have discovered the wonder of grilled pineapple, and there is just no going back. If you decide to make a different kind of pizza, I would suggest grilling your toppings first, either in a tinfoil packet, or sauteed on your stove top. This method doesn't really cook the toppings so much as reheats everything together and melts the cheese. I love grilled pineapple, and Zach loved Hawaiian pizza, so that's what we have stuck with so far. The kiddos just get a cheese pizza, and everyone is happy.

So, first things first, you need to make your crust. Now, there are LOTS of grilled pizza crust recipes floating around out there. I would recommend one that uses olive oil, as that is what has worked best for me when grilling the dough. I also like to use whole wheat flour, so when you sub that in, just take into account that you will probably use less of it than normal white flour. I got my dough recipe here. Gotta love Martha. Anyways, when adding the flour, mix in the first cup and a half or so, then slowly add in the rest if you are using whole wheat flour.



Ok, so while your dough is rising, you need to get the rest of your things together. First, I cut up my pineapple. Never cut one before? Youtube it. But instead of cutting it into cubes, I take off the outside first, then slice it into thinner rectangles in order to grill it. Start your grill, and let it heat up. Then place your pineapple on the grill for about 3-5 minutes per side, tops. DO NOT BURN THE PINEAPPLE. 


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Ok, during those few minutes that your pineapple is cooking, you need to slice up your ham. I like to buy ham steaks, which are thicker, and you get way more bang for your buck than if you buy the precut ham that they sell for pizza toppings. So cut your ham into small-ish rectangles or squares or basically whatever you want. It's your pizza, don't let anyone tell you how to top it ;)

You also need to grate your cheese (you could buy preshredded cheese...but just don't), and I have no measurement on how much you need. I made 2 good sized pizzas tonight and used about a pound of mozzarella. Once you have your toppings all chopped and ready, and the pineapple is off the grill and chopped as well, it is time to clean your grill.

I take an older dish towel, and get it damp. I also take out a spray bottle of water. Spray down your grill to get any pieces of pineapple or anything that could be stuck on that baby. Let it preheat itself back up to medium heat or so. You don't want it too hot or it will burn your dough and not cook through.

Head back inside, it is time to roll out your dough. Punch down your dough a bit, and get it work-able again. I take a cutting board (just for measurement purposes) and get a piece of wax paper



Just set it on top of your cutting board, or on your counter. 



Now drizzle a bit of olive oil on there, and spread it out with your hand into whatever shape you are making your pizza (I typically make rectangles, as they fit better in my grill). Get a handful of dough, and place it on the wax paper and start working it into the right shape. You can use a rolling pin, if you like, or you can do it the real way with just your hands. 




This is the smaller size that I make for the kiddos. Once you are done with one, if you are planning on making more pizza's, just slide your dough on the wax paper off the board, get a new piece of paper and do it again. I typically make 2-3 pizza's depending on size. Once you have them all rolled out and shaped how you want on the wax paper, it is time to take them outside to the grill. 



This is where it gets a little tricky. Getting the dough on the grill takes a little finessing. The wax paper saves you here. The first few times I was doing it without the wax paper, and the pizzas were just not coming transporting well. I spray my grill with some non-stick spray, as just another precaution to burning and sticking. Then you basically take your dough on the paper, and flip it over onto the grill where it will fit best. Let the first side brown up, it does not need to be close to being done or cooked through. You just want to dough to be firm enough that it doesn't fall apart when you flip it.

Once the first side has cooked for 5-8 minutes, take 2 spatulas, and very carefully flip it over. Be careful not to crack the dough, but don't be too upset it something happens. Just go with it. Now is go time to put all your toppings on. Sauce first, then cheese, ham, and pineapple. 




I just bring it all outside with me and top it on the grill. The less you try to transport the crust, the more likely that it won't break or have any issues. 



Once they are all topped, you basically just wait until the bottom of the crust is cooked through. This can take anywhere from 10-15 minutes at medium heat. I put the hood down so it stays hotter inside. Keep checking back on it, and let it get nice and browned on the bottom and the cheese melted. 

Once everything is done, carefully slide the pizza onto your cutting boards and take it inside. Cut it up and enjoy!!! This has become my favorite pizza to make at home. SO good, crisp, delicious, and grilled to perfection!! 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

I am just going to say it

I usually like to keep things to myself. Especially if I think it will make someone upset, but I keep hearing this same thing over and over in different settings, and I think this is a lesson that we should have basically learned by now. I do want to say that sure, there are probably some people who are 'exclusive' and don't really want to be friendly with others. However, in my experience, people are nice to people who are nice.

I know. It's a revelation.

Let me term this in the ways I have been hearing it recently. If you are in a group of people, and they aren't really talking to you, you need to step out and say something. Like comment on the weather, or clothes, or shoes, or hair, or any of the millions of things that women talk about. I would be willing to bet that 99.999999% of the time, people weren't talking to you because...wait for it...you weren't talking either.

I am a fairly introverted person. I could spend a whole day, alone, at home, and not talk to anyone or be around people and be beyond happy. I don't naturally start conversations. I am not super loud and aggressive in making friends. I had a really hard time in school because I am not that person. That super funny, outgoing, cutesy person. And I didn't really like those super outgoing, loud, funny people.

I have learned, however, through many years of feeling left out and not wanted, that if you want to have a lot of friends, or feel included in all the friend 'groups' that naturally happen, you have to be friendly. That's right. Pull up your big girl panties here. If you want to have friends, you have to be a friend.

Don't hate me, ok?

But all the people that I see complaining about 'cliques' or about how certain women are just friends with each other, and they are never part of the group, have excluded themselves. Literally. I have yet to actually met a group of women, that aren't willing to add another to their crowd. And believe me, I am more often than not, on the outside of the crowd. And I can let myself get my feelings hurt, and think how mean and awful those women are, OR I can walk into the group and join the conversation.

Is it comfortable? NO! It's awful for a few minutes. What if no one talks to me, or if they just keep talking to each other?!

But that hasn't happened yet. Sure, I have to try, I have to go beyond what is comfortable for me. I have to make the effort to join the conversation. I think more often, women just expect to be included, and when that may not happen, they get their big girl panties all twisted up, and start labeling groups of women.

And that makes me a little nuts. Because, as someone who is a part of all these different groups, I hear it from all sides. I hear that certain women just aren't talking to anyone anymore, and then I hear the same woman complain that everything is awful, people are terrible, and how she hates cliques.

Or, I see a group of women who 'hates cliques' become the most exclusive set I have ever seen. And you want to know the part that is a little funny to me? I am some how able to be parts of all these groups...

Because I...again, wait for...go out on a limb and talk to people. If you wait for everyone to come to you, you will be lonely for a long time. And sure, some people are way more shallow than others, and maybe you don't want to be best pals with them, but don't start labeling everyone before you make the effort. And if you have made the effort, do it again. And again.

Or you could just resign yourself to the fact that maybe you won't be friends with everyone, and that it doesn't really matter.

But please stop complaining about these groups that naturally happen. No one is being purposefully exclusive. No one is out to get you. Stop being so self-involved and go make a friend. Everyone is just as self-conscious as you, and feels just as awkward. Or maybe they don't. Some of my closest friends are the loud, funny, annoying-er-endearing people that I would NEVER have been friends with before. I have learned lots from them.

So chill. The sky's not falling. People aren't purposefully being excluded. If you want to be involved in the conversation, go join it.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Saving a little money

I love to get a good deal. Actually, I can talk myself into buying something I probably don't need if it is a good deal. Ask my husband. What I don't like is wasting time. For example, I tried couponing, but I just don't have the time or energy to spend scouring through the ads, cutting out the coupons, then trying to make my grocery list around them. Truth be told, most coupons are for boxed goods and personal things, and we are cutting out processed foods from our diets, so most don't apply. And all that effort for a dollar off a razor?

Meh.

So I have never been a big couponer. I do scan through coupons.com before I go shopping to see if there is something I might actually use, but that's about it. What kills me is that there are super great deals at different stores, but I don't want to store hop for hours trying to find them. I like going one place and getting what I need, then taking it home. Grocery shopping itself is a HUGE chore to me, so really, why would I chose to go to 5 different stores. No thanks.

Last week, however, I was blog reading during nap time (as usual), and I somehow came across this site that seems like the best idea ever. Now, I don't shop at Walmart. I just don't really like it. However, I was willing to give it a try with this site. The basic idea is that you go to this site (which has a free 2 week trial offer- it's only $4.99 anyways), pick the stores in your area, then it will bring up a list of all the best deals for that store for the week. You click through the list the deals you want, and it will generate a list for you. Do you see where this is going?

You print off the list, take it to Walmart, and price-match. Now. To make the price matching easier, the blog I was reading suggests using yard sale stickers, but I just had tiny post-its, so I used those. Basically, I made my regular list, then I went to the Deals to Meals site, picked out what I needed off the lists from the other stores, made a notation next to the item that there was a price match for, printed both lists, and headed to Walmart.

Now, I don't know this Walmart super well (read: I really don't shop there much), so it took me longer than my usual trip through. But basically, I just shopped, and as I came across something I wanted to price match, I made a note of the price on a post it, and stuck it to the item, which I kept basically all together in my basket. When it came time to checkout, I put all my non-price matched items on the belt, then let the cashier know I had some things to price match, and put them all together at the end.

After she rang up my normal stuff, I just showed her the system (tag with price on each item), and would tell her which store it is from (per Walmart policy, you don't need the ad, just the store where the deal is) as she scanned in the new price.

Now, since I was at Walmart, I bought all of our household needs for the next 2 weeks. That includes food, various soaps (laundry, dishwasher, body wash), pullups, and all those things that I would usually buy at Walmart/Target/Winco. I am also doing a juice cleanse, so I bought a TON of fruits and veggies. That being said, want to guess the total?

$174.00. We budget $200 for our family of 4, but that $200 is usually just food only. Not all the other 'needs' like the soaps and so on. So that is really good. And lest you be concerned, I did buy all of our regular foods, including snacks like string cheese, and so on for the kids.

The site Deals to Meals does charge a $4.99 fee monthly. But it paid for itself the first trip I made to the store, and I am still in my 2 week trial period. Anyways, I am excited to use this tool. Let me know if you decide to try it, and how it works for you!!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Well, that's a weird place to find them.

We have a thief in our house.

It is not an adult. Or a child. Actually, it isn't a human at all. Our sweet, innocent, large puppy (she's 8 months) Hammer, who likes to steal things. And she is darn good at it too. She comes in, sneaks something in her mouth, wanders outside, leaves it for later, then comes back in. Unless we actually see her take the thing in her mouth, we almost never catch her until the object (toy, shoe) has been destroyed. Obliterated. In tiny scraps all over the yard that have to be raked up into piles and thrown away.

We have done this a time or two, as you can tell.

Anyways, today was a crazy day at the Ivey house. LOTS of people came over, in comparison to the one person we see on a daily basis (Dee), we had upwards of 4 people come over at different times (actually, all in about a 3 hour time frame that I like to call "Nap Time") in addition to Dee.

The back story here is that our internet has been spotty because when Zach build the shop in the back, he may or may not have cut the phone line, then McGuivered it back together with tape/spit/gum, or any adhesive he had on hand. So, internet = spotty.

Which sucks because we 1) pay for it and 2) use it daily for school, both homeschool and college. So, we kind of need that line to be fixed. And thus, a repair team came knocking on my door just after naptime started. Which is the time that anyone comes knocking on my door, if they are going to during the day.

So, there stands a team of guys, ready to dig a trench in my backyard to run a new wire, baby backhoe and all. Which I am actually fine with, so I go and bring the dogs in so they don't bother the nice cable running guys. I go around the side to offer to move my car so they can have better access to the backyard, when, what to my surprise! But I come across, right there in my backyard, a pair of chewed up underwear. MY chewed up underwear. And the repair guys were already back there, making their plan on how they are going to dig up my backyard, that has underwear on the ground. MY chewed up underwear on the ground.

I like to think I was pretty quick about grabbing it and laughing at how silly puppies are and how she chews up everything before running into the house and hiding under my bed.

Ok, I didn't hide under my bed. But I also didn't go back outside, and Hammer for sure didn't get a treat when the other dogs did. YOU KNOW WHY.

As a side note, the repair guys are actually going to have to come back, because they have to get a "dig line" from the gas company before they dig in the back. So I get to see them again. And I plan to THOROUGHLY clean the backyard the day they come back.