Monday, January 26, 2009

Ode to A-B-C Bacon, Friskas and Ziplocs

My new favorite thing is Already-Been-Cooked Bacon. I love knowing that only 60 seconds stands between me and a little slice of crispy, salty deliciousness. We recently bought a giant bag from Costco (another love of mine) and have been delighting in its ease and tastiness for days now. I find myself daydreaming about how quickly I could whip up a fresh and crunchy BLT. Last night I had one at 11pm. That would probably explain why I am a pear...but that's not pertinent information right now.

While I was daydreaming about making a BLT last night, a commercial came on for cat food. It was one of those canned kinds that they always advertise as being served on fine china. Well, tell me if this is weird, but I found myself thinking, "Yum, that looks good. Oh, wait...that's cat food, but it still looks good. Is there something wrong with me? Maybe, but I still kind of want to taste it." Even still, while I remember the moment in the commercial that triggered this train of thought I still get a little hungry. And a little gaggy. But mostly hungry. Yum, I want bacon.

I also love Ziplocs. Me and them are tight, like best friends. Ziplocs have helped me through many dilemas, from how to pack for a trip to how to pack a fridge. I love them because they help me to use the most space possible without wasting any space. You can freeze soup flat and stack on edge like a soup filing system. You can shake up a mean Shake-N-Bake. You can seal up a poopy baby outfit to prevent a riot on a crowded airplane. There are so many uses, the list could go on and on.

One of my pet-peeves is when people don't completely squeeze the air out of them. The purpose of a Ziploc is 1. to preserve and protect the contents from air exposure, ergo from early spoilage, 2. to allow storage of the contents in a smaller amount of space than would otherwise be possible, and C. to provide simple, quick and easy clean up, just toss away!

These are some of my favorite things. What are yours and why?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I Luv Costco

Do you belong to Costco? If  not, you should. Scott and I refer to it as a "Carnival for Adults". You can get pizza, hot dogs, ice cream and churros for all under $2, eat free samples all around the store, buy cheap movies and books, get cute baby clothes and fun toys at Christmas, and find some of the best groceries in town. Also, since it is a "club" you feel cool getting in and reaping all the benefits of membership that "non members" are missing out on. It's like you are being sneaky by shopping there.
The Costco experience is so popular lately that it has been the central focus of two recent movies. King of California and Employee of the Month, both of which weren't too shabby. I loved how in Employee of the Month the employees had a secret hideout on one of the shelves in one of the freakishly tall aisles. And they got to it by riding up a fork lift. How awesome is that?! In King of California, Michael Douglas thinks there is buried treasure hidden under one of the aisles and blows a hole in the concrete to scuba dive and find it. I would love to be in a Costco in the middle of the night and just have free reign to room, eat things, and try everything out. (That reminds me of the movie Where the Heart Is and the scenes where Natalie Portman's character is living in a Wal-Mart and she has the store to herself all night long. I would love that, except for the having-a-baby-in-the-aisle-in-the-middle-of-the-night-thing she had going on...but I digress...)
Returning to my original theme, I'm sure I could easily spend hundreds of $$$ at Costco each time I went, but we generally are able to restrain ourselves a bit. Costco is always super fun, until you get to the register and realize you just bought 3 things and spent $150. If that hasn't happened to you, wait until you have to buy diapers, wipes and formula. 
Cha-chingEven still, I love Costco and I can't wait to go again. I should buy Costco stock so I can make some of my $ back.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Poo Poo in the Potty Part 2 (Pun intended)

Yes, you read that right! So, here's the story...Jane tried to poop in the tub last night, again, and I grabbed her halfway in time to get it in the training potty instead of the tub (halfway in time, as in half of it didn't make it to the potty). And I told her "you poo poo in the potty, not in the tub" as all this was happening. I didn't think she really got it, but I hoped she did.

So tonight the same scenario begins to unfold and I decided to ask her outright, "Do you want to go poo poo in the potty?", and she responds by saying, "Da!", which I take to mean "yeah". So I pick her up out of the tub and put her on the potty and she just goes like a grown-up. I called Scott into the bathroom so he could witness this little miracle with me. She was nudey and wet sitting on the training potty doing her business with a grunty little smile. It was just adorable! Scott and I almost took a picture of her handiwork but decided against it. We all know what it looks like and probably don't need reminders. But we do need a picture of her on the potty. Now that would be cute and some great teenage blackmail material.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Come check out my other blog

My sister Sarah has been posting some funny food stories over on our other blog and I want all of you to read them! Come check them out at

Here's a little teaser: Chocolate for Breakfast, Pesto Crepes, and is Aloe Vera to be eaten or worn?

I'll catch you all up on us sometime this week.
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