Just RK

1. A typical evening meal--Usually it's something from a box (yeah, I can feel you GOOD moms cringing...I know). Most of you that have been hanging around here for long know that I have a husband who doesn't like food in general and a daughter who refuses to eat. She has a g-button, he wishes he did. And in the midst of this, I love food, and I used to love to cook, but my parade has been rained on a dozen too many times, so I go with what works. Mac n cheese (only Kraft), taquitos, nachos, tacos when I'm feeling more energetic, occasionally Hamburger Helper. (Yep, he likes it...weird, huh?). When I'm feeling like what we call a "real meal," I might do chicken breasts, rice, maybe a salad, fruit, green beans, or cottage cheese. Sometimes we do a little spaghetti (only angel hair pasta) with garlic bread and green beans. But admittedly, that's not very often. We rely on junk or less-than-healthy choices far too often. 2. A healthy meal--Well, I'm gla...

The Random Questions process ~Choose one or all of the questions to answer. ~Either respond with a comment to this post with your answer or put up a post on your own blog for a full response. ~Don't forget to include any funny or interesting story to illustrate your answer in action. ~Be sure to leave a comment on this post to let us know where to find your post so we can come check it out! Round 7--FOOD!! I've had conversations with alot of people lately about eating, food, and how what we eat differs so often from what we *should* eat. It's a hot topic in our house with a kiddo that literally refuses to eat and a husband who doesn't like to eat. So share your thoughts...who knows how much it might help someone. Maybe me! 1. What does a typical evening meal look like at your house? (Be honest!) 2. What is your idea of a "healthy meal" if you were going to aim for that specifically? 3. What food(s) do you like now that you wouldn't have believed would be i...

Today wasn't bad, but it was no yesterday. Granted, I did get to spend part of the afternoon in the back yard while Braska enjoyed her new swing. Breeze blowing, sun shining, laptop wirelessly connected, lounging in the patio furniture...can't beat it. But that's not what this post is about. I wanted to follow up on two things from yesterday . 1. I no longer have the Mustang convertible. It's gone. I'd come get you for a drive if I could. I'd loan it to you if I had it. You could use it for prom if it was still available to me. I owned it for only about 6 months, and most of those winter. It was a gift from my husband for my birthday, purchased in the Great Car Transfer of 2004 from Cory, coolest super-geek doctor scientist in Wisconsin. Now I drive the best family sport sedan out there, in my opinion, my cherished Altima. Love it! Need to borrow IT for prom? 2. We DID use our gym last night. Braska went to bed early on a new schedule trial run. M ...

Wow!! There is nothing like a truly happy day. A day when you hear good things, you see pretty things, you meet nice people, and you are greeted by many smiles. Thank you, God, for a happy day! The weather is great today, too, which is always fun this time of year. I love my car. I say that alot. We had the sunroof wide open today letting the breeze blow us to pieces, me and B. But I found myself wistfully remembering the days of this baby. *sigh* Good times. VERY good times. Someday I'll own another convertible. No doubt. I must. It's just plain too much fun. Before I forget, Random Questions is returning this week. Stay tuned. I haven't forgotten, I've just been super distracted. For those 3 of you who just wondered what I've been distracted with.... I'm having a major de-cluttering mood again, so Saturday night, it was Braska's room that got it. A total rearranging and cleaning out. (Left=before, Right=after) The shelves of a zillion panda figurines h...

My dog Belle sleeps in our bed every night. She tends to choose the 20 minutes after we turn the lights out to scratch and lick and primp in various ways. This causes the whole bed to shake and it drives me NUTS! I usually try to maintain my composure as long as possible, but then I sit up and find where she is on the bed, snap at her, or tell her to stop. Thankfully, she does mind pretty well. Easy enough. But it's never caused me to wake from sleep before........ Last night, I woke up from a good sleep (that took me a LONG time to finally get into) to some crazy shaking, and I immediatly reached out for Belle, ready to bonk her on the bum or something to get her to quit. But I found her right next to me and totally zonked out snoozing. Hmmmmm. So if she's not scratching, then why is my whole bed shaking like crazy?? I next thought of a crazy wind or something, even though it seemed stupid to think that could do it, so I stood up to head to a window. But as soon as m...

This weekend we were at my in-laws' place for a very quick visit. We went largely for a housewarming for Cheryl and Ethon, which was Sunday afternoon. They have a pretty darn cool place, so yay for you guys! Sunday morning pictures are normal, we do them alot. This week, before we left for church, Carole took a few pics of my little poonchin. They didn't all turn out great, as she kept making funny faces and moving at the last second. I stole them off her camera for my collection, and when I looked at this one I just kind of stopped. It's not any super great picture. It's cute, but hey, how could it not be? She's waving at herself, that's the reason the hand is up. But that's not what I saw. Go ahead, click on the picture. Can you see it? I don't see Down syndrome. I don't see a feeding tube. I don't even see a tough cookie, open-heart surgery survivor. It's not my favorite picture of her ever, but I can't hardly stop looking at it. This...

Here's how I spent a chunk of my morning, hands and knees, Cinderella-style. First, I did the whole floor with a corner-to-corner soapy wipe down. Then a rinse. After it dried, there was still all those dingy areas in the crevices of my super-high-end linoleum (ha!), so I just got a whim to take care of it. Out comes the scrub brush, and, after putting Braska to nap, I went after the floor again. I'm horrible at keeping up with floors. I sweep now and then, but I hate mopping. I've tried to go with the easy stick-a-soapy-pad-on-a-flimsy-handle route--they seem so popular--but it's no good. It just pushed stuff around. So I use the string-type mop that can go in the washer, but that's a whole process too. SO...I just don't. I just pretend that sweeping is enough, until I can see from 5 feet 3 inches above the floor that there are spots. And it's a light floor....*sigh* So why did I do it today? Well, someone has taken to a new favorite pastime. Here she is, c...