Sun, sand, a drink in my hand. That’s what I’m needing right now. DESPERATELY! So badly that I’m tempted to sign up for some stupid game show just to get one. I suck at Jeopardy but I think I could kick butt on Wheel of […]
This sweet squishy face is 4 years old now. I still remember the moment she walked in the door and I saw her tripping over her ears. Just the cutest little wrinkled baby. She’s not so little now, weighing in near 100lbs (she’s a beast). I of course like any crazy dog owner, wanted to celebrate her turning another year older. Normally we go to the local doggy bakery and get her things. But obviously since I’m a blogger I have to make something myself.
1 cup flour
1 tbsp baking powder
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 c vegetable oil
1 cup peanut butter
1 banana mashed
Preheat your oven to 350°. Grease your pan. I used a pie tin but a 9×9 pan would work too. Mix your ingredients together well. Then pour into greased cake pan and bake for 30-35 minutes. Check it with a toothpick and make sure it comes out clean. Then let it cool before frosting.
Oh the frosting, Audrey ate it as a dip with her apple slices and loved it. You’ll need a beater for the best results.
1 container yogurt (we used vanilla)
1 banana mashed
2 cups peanut butter
Place all of your ingredients in your mixing bowl and beat until you see a creamy texture begin. Then turn up the speed to whip in some air and make it lighter. Let chill in the fridge for up to an hour while your cake is cooling. This will make it easier to spread. Then frost your cake.
Voila! A dog cake that’s safe for the whole family to eat.
If you dig through the average woman’s panty drawer, you’ll usually find the same things. The sexy panties, comfy panties, reliable panties, granny panties and that pair you just can’t throw away. A panty drawer ages just as we do. It has it’s own delicate life cycle.
When you’re in the dating game you’ll find it mostly full of sexy little things that have a matching bra. You always make sure you have new things from Victoria’s Secret once a month. Maybe a few pairs of panties for when you’re not feeling so sexy.
Then comes motherhood and it turns into mostly functional panties with a nude thong or 2 for those certain outfits. If you’re like me, 2 years later you’ll have a bunch of postpartum panties the hospital sent home with you that you have no idea why you kept.
As you gain some sense with age, those sexy panties get pushed further and further back. They meet the pair that you should throw away but for some reason just can’t let go. They have no value and probably no elastic. No sentimental attachment and probably a little holey.
Finally, comes the granny panties because hey, you’re a granny and you need something to cover you. All about that comfort. Don’t want too tight and hurt or too loose and have some weird wedgie bunching.
Maybe they should make days of the week panties for moms. I hardly can remember the date so it would be a huge help. And I will start writing my favorite wine in my panties, you don’t need to know my name just how to make me smile if I’m lost.
Find anything surprising in your drawers? I don’t dare tackle a man’s underwear drawer any time soon.
Oh right there. Yes, that’s the spot. Harder, really get in there with that elbow grease. Oh yes, I like that. Wow, that’s amazing. Those are the cleanest dishes! Remember when you’re relationship was new and exciting? You shaved your legs for sex, kept on […]
So by now I’m sure most of you have seen the article about the woman who lists the 5 reasons you as a wife should be giving your husband sex every night. Sounds great and all for your husband and you’re thinking, screw that (that’s what he said!)
In it, she explains how it has been 8 days since she and her husband last had sex and that wasn’t normal for their marriage. So she comes up with the idea to have sex for 30 days straight. The first few weeks she has to psych herself up to do it. After that she is excited for it and happy. She goes on to explain how it has changed their marriage for the better. They’re happier. There is better communication and more open intimacy.
Of course, as a mom/woman/blogger, I was quite intrigued by all of this. Good for them. If it worked for them, surely it will work for others. Why not for us? So I jokingly bring it up. We laugh about how crazy it is and I say it’s impossible because my vagina would shrivel up. He laughs and says, I’d be homeless (thanks babe).
We decide to give it a go. Day 1. Easy peasy. Day 2. Not even a tiny bit motivated for either of us. Ugh, it was hard. We just did it the night before. But it eventually happened. Day 3. Kid is taking forever to go to bed and he passes out early. I tried to wake him and nothing. I couldn’t even get him to roll over when I said the house was on fire. Thank God that it wasn’t.
Day 4 in the morning. I tell him he’s ruining the whole plan and making this a horrible blog post. Seriously, no one will read this if there isn’t some sort of dirty story in it. He let’s out a laugh and looks at me, “Oh, are you serious about 30 days straight?” No, I just trying to finally get you to laugh at my jokes. Of course I was serious!
Later that day there is some butt smacking (by him) and some boob honking (by me on him) and some flirting. A romantic dinner, great conversation, drinks and the kid even went down early. We end up on the couch and that’s when it happens. No, not sex. He passed out.
So the moral of the story is, we’re tired and can’t manage 30 days straight. Good thing we’ve learned to find other ways to show intimacy. But that was the whole point of her original plan. We need to learn to make time for one another. Life shouldn’t revolve around the kids or a job. It should revolve around love and happiness. We make more time for each other now. After the kid is asleep, we’ll watch a movie or share a bowl of ice cream. There are plenty of things you can do with out having a big night out on the town.
What do you do to keep the spark alive?