Okay for Lacie because I am a doof and can't figure out how to reply bak I am posting the recipe here for you, enjoy:
Chicken Alfredo Pizza
1 prepared pizza crust, such as Boboli (or you can use the Pilsbury pizza crust and bake for a 5-6 min before adding toppings, which is what I did because I had coupons)
1 Tbsp. Olive Oil
1/2 jar Alfredo Sauce
1 lb. grilled chicken, cut into cubes or thin slices
1 green pepper, cored, seeded, and diced
1 1/2 c. shredded Monterey Jack Cheese
1/4 tsp. red pepper flakes (or to flavor we like it spicey)
You can also add mushrooms (sliced) and top with sliced tomatoes if you like
Heat oven to 450 degrees
PLace pizza crust on baking sheet or pizza pan; brush with olive oil. Spread the Alfredo sauce over crust. Top with chicken, green pepper, mushrooms. Cover with Shredded cheese and sprinkle red pepper flakes.
Bake at 450 for 15 minutes or untilcrust is browned. Cool slightly before serving.
Thanks to Family Circle Oct. 08
Now this week:
Mon. Open-faced Turkey Mornay
TUes. Pork Schnitzel
Wed. Corn Chowder
Thurs. Pork with Pear Compote
Fri. Cashew Chicken
Sat. Meal-in-one Meatloaf
Sun. Walnut Crusted Tilapia
Happy Cooking !
Monday, January 26, 2009
For Auntie Christa and Uncle Mikey
Man is he a DUCK fan. He loves his duckies in the bath and he looks so big in his DUCK shirt.
Thanks you guys for the great gear. We are still working on the appreciation of Happy the Hippo, but Mike he does really still love to play with the ribbon :)
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Dinner Lists
I have taken up cooking- okay I started doing the cooking for the family back in September, but I am just now getting around to posting about it.
Over the last little bit I have heard from many of you about wanting me to post what I am doing for the week to help you have ideas.
So this is this weeks list:
Mon. Chicken Alfredo Pizza with breadsticks and salad
Tues. Scallops and orange Salad
Wed. Barbque Chicken with peaches
Thurs. Enchilada Lasangna
Fri. Steak Skewers and Couscous
Sat. Sweet Potato Salad and Chicken
Sun. Sweet Pork Roast
Really I only do the cooking through the week and then Geri (my MIL) does the cooking on the weekends. It has really helped out for both of us and given a great excuse to experiment with new recipes.
And now it's fair play: don't forget to share when you guys come across some great recipes I would love to try them out.
Over the last little bit I have heard from many of you about wanting me to post what I am doing for the week to help you have ideas.
So this is this weeks list:
Mon. Chicken Alfredo Pizza with breadsticks and salad
Tues. Scallops and orange Salad
Wed. Barbque Chicken with peaches
Thurs. Enchilada Lasangna
Fri. Steak Skewers and Couscous
Sat. Sweet Potato Salad and Chicken
Sun. Sweet Pork Roast
Really I only do the cooking through the week and then Geri (my MIL) does the cooking on the weekends. It has really helped out for both of us and given a great excuse to experiment with new recipes.
And now it's fair play: don't forget to share when you guys come across some great recipes I would love to try them out.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Quick Glimpse of Christmas
Yeah- I love stocking stuffers
Listening to my way cool stocking- mommy couldn't get my other one done in time :)
And the stockings were hung by the Chimmney with care
What a great cousin I've got to play with- Man this teether is tasty!
Hmm... how long will it take me to pull this beard off?
Yum- nothing like Great Grandma's rolls to fill the tummy
Listening to Great Grandpa tell the Christmas story from scripture memorization.
Nothing Like picking the First present on Christmas morning
Yes this was Quinn's first Christmas, but I decided I would rather spend time with him than behind a camera so there isn't alot of great pictures- Oh yeah and I had a 10 pound ham and a 20 pound Turkey to cook so I wanted to enjoy as much as I could.
Quinn did awesome with my cousin as Santa Claus (Grandpa Blake takes the credit for getting him used to beards), he had a very cute stocking that sang from Grandma Joan (I will one day get the video of that posted), and had an absolutely great time with tissue paper.
To everyone who gave gifts - Thank YOU!
I still hope to get cards out, but as most of you know I am not very good at that so please know that we are very appreciative for everything.
It was great to see my Grandparents and wish we could have spent more time with them. We had a really fun time hanging out with my cousin Megan and her husband Tim and are very happy we have gotten the Wahl family hooked on CatchPhrase too!
Listening to my way cool stocking- mommy couldn't get my other one done in time :)
And the stockings were hung by the Chimmney with care
What a great cousin I've got to play with- Man this teether is tasty!
Hmm... how long will it take me to pull this beard off?
Yum- nothing like Great Grandma's rolls to fill the tummy
Listening to Great Grandpa tell the Christmas story from scripture memorization.
Nothing Like picking the First present on Christmas morning
Yes this was Quinn's first Christmas, but I decided I would rather spend time with him than behind a camera so there isn't alot of great pictures- Oh yeah and I had a 10 pound ham and a 20 pound Turkey to cook so I wanted to enjoy as much as I could.
Quinn did awesome with my cousin as Santa Claus (Grandpa Blake takes the credit for getting him used to beards), he had a very cute stocking that sang from Grandma Joan (I will one day get the video of that posted), and had an absolutely great time with tissue paper.
To everyone who gave gifts - Thank YOU!
I still hope to get cards out, but as most of you know I am not very good at that so please know that we are very appreciative for everything.
It was great to see my Grandparents and wish we could have spent more time with them. We had a really fun time hanging out with my cousin Megan and her husband Tim and are very happy we have gotten the Wahl family hooked on CatchPhrase too!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
"Nobody gets outta here without singing the Blues"
That was true for the bar in Adventures in Babysitting and it is true to life.
Unfortunately it is one of those periods for me. Overall I try to focus on the positive thinking (alright I am not very good, but I do try), but I have definitely hit a point and now I need to vent. Sorry but I realized last night that I was at one of those times where my head felt so full that I was afraid the top of my head would explode off, litterally I could feel the bones pushing outward, I temporairly fixed this with alot of Ibprofen.
I am sure my beautiful, adorable child has turned into Damien, or somekind of changeling. Noone else would know this because around everyone else he is still cute and smiley and a little character. And he still seems wonderful to everyone that he loves his mommy. But I know the truth.
Oh yes he is the kid who took his mother's hieght (what little she had) and is now going after her brain. He becomes more adept at crawling and working objects and I become more insane and tearful. He is the kid who has to be put tushy naked into his pack-n-play screaming so I can try to restore calm. He is naked because I can't get a diaper on him and he took his other one off. Screaming because I won't let him smash his fingers in the cupboards or play with the expensive bronzer he smashed on the floor. And in his pack-in-play so he will stop following me or tormenting the dog.
She gives me quite assurance that she completely understands, but wishes I would take her running and leave him behind.
It is at those times when he is trying to swallow the thumb tacks or a handfull of straight pins, or trying to play with the electric outlet, or pulling at electric cords (attached to computers and big screen tvs) that I wonder is he trying to not make it to his first birthday or is warning of the future heart aches he will cause me?
And then. . .
There are the whole other ranges of blues I am feeling- just like Elizabeth Shues character it doesn't all have to deal with the kids-
I am blue because of my lack of ability- okay I know this is where most people start giving lots of encouragement, but hear me out-
I love my kid, but what do you feel you accomplish when you are a stay at home mom with no home of your own? Then to top it off it's not like before I became a mother I had a great career full of promise and a list of accomplishments. For peats sake it took me three years to get an AA degree and an EMT cert. (which like my massage license is no good now). Everyday I am surrounded by women of great ability, who can help in their home or for their home. Like my sister- man can she sew, and she takes care of a home with eight kids, and then there are the nurses or the fashion designers, the freakin' political players who are writing bills for congress, and I think what the heck I can't even seem to get time to shower by myself let alone do anything like that.
When I was a kid I was given a blessing that said what I chose to do as a career would be as important as becoming a mother so to be wise in choosing that career- guess what I still have no idea what I am suppose to do.
And then. . . there is family. Yep. You love them no matter what, but you know sometimes. . .
I am not good at confrontation. It ties my stomachs in knots- I am somewhat grateful to this because I can now fit into a size 12 again and I put that fully towards stomache problems, because you know its not like I am getting to the gym or anything.
I feel like that person who can't come up with an insult for a long time and then when they do they regret it because it is so hurtful. I realize that saying nothing can be just as hurtful, but I always think I need time to calm down and get myself under control before I get too hurtful. And then by the time I think I can talk about it, it seems wrong to bring it back up. Oh the condumdrum (yeah I know thats not spelled right- I don't want to look at spell check just go with it) and I have made it a goal to work on getting through some of those issues.
So deep breath here that is my new mommy going crazy blues-
This is the point of the movie where they find her boyfriend out with another women, one of her charges goes down the side of a glass 50 story building- but they get home before the parents have time to clean the house and get the kids to bed and then outside is waiting the handsome college guy who kisses her senseless.
Yep it only gets worse before it gets better- but right now I am just asking
All those moms who got tried of me saying how my little one could sleep through the night. I am sorry. And now would you please take the pins out of your voodoo dolls and let me and my little guy get a few nights good sleep. It will really help-
Ya think :)
Unfortunately it is one of those periods for me. Overall I try to focus on the positive thinking (alright I am not very good, but I do try), but I have definitely hit a point and now I need to vent. Sorry but I realized last night that I was at one of those times where my head felt so full that I was afraid the top of my head would explode off, litterally I could feel the bones pushing outward, I temporairly fixed this with alot of Ibprofen.
I am sure my beautiful, adorable child has turned into Damien, or somekind of changeling. Noone else would know this because around everyone else he is still cute and smiley and a little character. And he still seems wonderful to everyone that he loves his mommy. But I know the truth.
Oh yes he is the kid who took his mother's hieght (what little she had) and is now going after her brain. He becomes more adept at crawling and working objects and I become more insane and tearful. He is the kid who has to be put tushy naked into his pack-n-play screaming so I can try to restore calm. He is naked because I can't get a diaper on him and he took his other one off. Screaming because I won't let him smash his fingers in the cupboards or play with the expensive bronzer he smashed on the floor. And in his pack-in-play so he will stop following me or tormenting the dog.
She gives me quite assurance that she completely understands, but wishes I would take her running and leave him behind.
It is at those times when he is trying to swallow the thumb tacks or a handfull of straight pins, or trying to play with the electric outlet, or pulling at electric cords (attached to computers and big screen tvs) that I wonder is he trying to not make it to his first birthday or is warning of the future heart aches he will cause me?
And then. . .
There are the whole other ranges of blues I am feeling- just like Elizabeth Shues character it doesn't all have to deal with the kids-
I am blue because of my lack of ability- okay I know this is where most people start giving lots of encouragement, but hear me out-
I love my kid, but what do you feel you accomplish when you are a stay at home mom with no home of your own? Then to top it off it's not like before I became a mother I had a great career full of promise and a list of accomplishments. For peats sake it took me three years to get an AA degree and an EMT cert. (which like my massage license is no good now). Everyday I am surrounded by women of great ability, who can help in their home or for their home. Like my sister- man can she sew, and she takes care of a home with eight kids, and then there are the nurses or the fashion designers, the freakin' political players who are writing bills for congress, and I think what the heck I can't even seem to get time to shower by myself let alone do anything like that.
When I was a kid I was given a blessing that said what I chose to do as a career would be as important as becoming a mother so to be wise in choosing that career- guess what I still have no idea what I am suppose to do.
And then. . . there is family. Yep. You love them no matter what, but you know sometimes. . .
I am not good at confrontation. It ties my stomachs in knots- I am somewhat grateful to this because I can now fit into a size 12 again and I put that fully towards stomache problems, because you know its not like I am getting to the gym or anything.
I feel like that person who can't come up with an insult for a long time and then when they do they regret it because it is so hurtful. I realize that saying nothing can be just as hurtful, but I always think I need time to calm down and get myself under control before I get too hurtful. And then by the time I think I can talk about it, it seems wrong to bring it back up. Oh the condumdrum (yeah I know thats not spelled right- I don't want to look at spell check just go with it) and I have made it a goal to work on getting through some of those issues.
So deep breath here that is my new mommy going crazy blues-
This is the point of the movie where they find her boyfriend out with another women, one of her charges goes down the side of a glass 50 story building- but they get home before the parents have time to clean the house and get the kids to bed and then outside is waiting the handsome college guy who kisses her senseless.
Yep it only gets worse before it gets better- but right now I am just asking
All those moms who got tried of me saying how my little one could sleep through the night. I am sorry. And now would you please take the pins out of your voodoo dolls and let me and my little guy get a few nights good sleep. It will really help-
Ya think :)
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