It took me a year, but I finally -FINALLY- can deadlift over my bodyweight!  Not only do I get to use the big girl plates, but I’m adding to them.  That probably makes me happier than it should.  I don’t have a lot of goals with my workouts.  I actually can’t think of any goal that I have been striving for other than that.  And I did it!!

This past Saturday, Oliver participated in a soccer tournament that was not part of his regular season.  It started ridiculously early.  Who in the world wants to start a soccer game at 8am??  Oh.  The soccer people.  Ugh.  But, he had fun.  Tied the first game, lost the second game and won the final game.  Every player got a trophy since they technically weren’t supposed to be keeping score; it’s all for fun, you know.  The day actually didn’t go so bad until…..Until….my beloved 4 year old.  Oh, my dear, dear boy.  I suppose in the end it’s my fault.  Isn’t it always the mother’s fault in the end?  He was wore out and way cranky so I held him and made him shut his eyes.  After a few minutes I asked him if he needed to potty.  He assured me the answer was no.  Repeatedly.  Once he realized I was serious about keeping his eyes shut and being still, he suddenly needed to potty.  Naturally, I said no.  Repeatedly.  So, he peed on me.  Right on my lap.  The best part of that was his response.  “I told you I needed to potty.”  I was torn between beating him and praising him for his caustic tongue.  Pretty sure I chose the smart route and kept my mouth shut.   I ended up missing all but the last minute of the final game since I had to go home and change.  Motherhood, so glamorous.  That moment was a definite lose.

I haven’t been making many fun new recipes lately.  There is a coffee cake that I’m wanting to try, maybe later this evening. 

I was so excited that my legs didn’t hurt after leg day yesterday….until I did uphill cardio today.  Yup, it hurts.  

Colin has good weeks and bad weeks at school.  This week seems to be a bad week.  And last week was soooo good.  *sigh*  Yesterday, we got a note in his folder about how bad his day was.  Not only did he get two time-outs, but he also smooshed a cocoon that everyone was watching for emergence.  The child has a knack for tattling on himself and he didn’t fail this time.  He kept talking about a caterpillar and butterfly, but it was in broken phrases so we couldn’t quite get it until we read the folder.  I tried to explain it to him in 4 yr old terms how it was wrong and sad, but I’m not sure that he quite got it.  Either way, if I start finding dead animals in my yard, that child is going on meds*!!

Oliver has been having headaches and “eye aches” for a couple of months.  Took him to the eye doctor today (sans insurance) and found out that his glasses are actually helping his eyesight, but he doesn’t need a new prescription so it’s not vision related.  So, back to watching and trying to figure out what’s going on.  Hoping it’s sinus/allergy related and we don’t need to go back to a doctor (sans insurance). 

Dinner tonight was portobello pizzas again.  This time, I needed to use the brussels sprouts that were on the verge of going bad.  I had used a recipe before that was pretty damned good and thought that I’d use it again.  The downside was I couldn’t get the balsamic vinegar open.  Neither could Alan.  If I couldn’t get the vinegar open, then naturally I didn’t need to use the chicken stock.  One without the other would just be ridiculous.  Plus, I was too lazy to cut onions.  What ended up sounding good was frying up 4 strips of bacon.  Once those were cooked through, take the strips out, but leave all the grease.  Put in the sprouts (trimmed and halved) and fry up until crispy.   Break up the 4 bacon strips to bacon bit size and throw in the pan and toss.  At the very end, sprinkle garlic salt on to taste.  It was pretty freaking awesome.  I can’t say that was the first time I’d “made up” a recipe, but it’s one of the few times I’d done something on the fly that ended up tasting amazing. 

I’m pretty sure I’m shooting guns tomorrow.  Hopefully that works out and I don’t die. 

*I’m totally kidding…unless I really find dead animals in my yard….

That’s all. Just baby ducks. I made Alan stop the car and back up so I could take this picture. You may carry on with your day now.

There are entirely too many loud cars playing on the tv in the background.  I thought cancelling cable would help with the racing shows.  I was wrong. 

Yesterday was a busy day.  Our community had it’s biyearly garage sale and that always starts ridiculously early in the morning.   I didn’t think Alan found that much stuff to sell, but we made a decent amount.   While he was manning that, I took the big kid to his soccer game.  His team didn’t win, but he had an awesome block that would have easily been another goal for the other team.  Yay big kid! 

After that, we met up with some friends that are moving from one end of the metroplex to the complete opposite end.  As we’re getting close to their new house, I start realizing I’m quite familiar with the area.  Turns out, their new house is two houses down from a long ago family friend.  It was quite surreal to be back there and brought back all kinds of memories from years long ago.  Made me nostalgic and a little sad.

The good part of the day was that the boys had been completely run out of energy and pretty much passed out as soon as they went to bed.  That’s always a good night.   

Here’s some donuts I made from this recipe.  I used up to 1/2 cup of almond milk instead of regular milk. 

One of these days I’m going to finish the blanket I’m working on and prove that I don’t just cook random food.  Maybe.