Thursday, September 27, 2012


About three times a year I get my hairs cut.  Sometimes just two.  (Times, not hairs.)  Whenever these occasions roll around I always think to myself, "I want to chop it all off, start over."  

The last 4 times or so that I've thought this I've been able to stop myself, thankfully.  

Me chopping all my red hairs off usually leads to me crying in front of the mirror the morning after the cut with a ball of frizzy curls sticking straight up saying, "Why did I cut it all off???"

I have a haircut next Thursday.  I will not instruct my fabulous stylist to chop.  I will only ask her to trim.  Ever so slightly.  TRIM.

I will keep repeating that to myself.  I will hopefully report back to you with my hairs still intact.  Unless I get stupid in between now and then.  It happens.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Back to where it was.

When does life go back to where it was?  Back when kids could be kids.  Back when a road trip wasn't a giant financial burden and actually something done without care or worry.  Back when Moms had time to cook a healthy dinner every night.  Dads stayed up until the fireflies came out playing catch or even just relaxing watching the kids play in the yard.  Kids were in bed before dark because they were so worn out from playing outside.  When does history repeat itself and we get that back?  I miss that.

My kids.  I will never let my children get on their bikes and call out "see you at dark!" to them as they ride off in the morning.  They can't go out without being covered in sunscreen and bug spray.  UV rays, ahhh!  West nile virus, eeek!  Oh yeah, and it's 137 degrees outside in July now, so they could also have a heatstroke.

Do you have any idea how much it costs to drive anywhere?  A lot.  That's how much.  My parents and I trekked across the great state of Texas my entire life, in a Suburban.  We drove everywhere, and we had fun doing it.  Now these trips we take are planned far in advance to allow for time to save up, and they are few and far between.

My mother busted her ass (she still does actually) and was/is a rock star.  She was up insanely early for work, worked on her feet all day, came home and cooked something amazingly southern usually covered in gravy, and hung in there long enough to tuck me in and tell me good night.  Why am I so exhausted every morning and night?  Was my Momma this tired?  If she was, she never showed it.

I need this lifestyle.

I need to come home at a decent time for my kids.  My current routine wears me out.  Out the door at 7:30 at the very latest, home for lunch with the Hubs from 12:05 to 12:45 running around like crazy people sweeping and mopping floors, folding laundry, doing dishes, basically anything that requires immediate attention at the house, which is always something.  At the end of the day I'm in the door with the kids in tow from daycare around 5:20.  Kids are hungry, they want food now, they can't wait.  Kade gets a can of ravioli.  Lily gets lunch meat, crackers and cheese.  I'm the world's worst mom.  I'll take my trophy whenever you like for that.  Because when I do cook something the kids whine about starving the entire time, so I give them snacks to buy me some time.  Then by the time the casserole or whatever it may be is out of the oven or off the stove they don't want it.  They are full from snacks.  It's a lose lose situation.  If I got home even at 4:15, I could get home, clean, cook, and be fully prepared for two hungry bellies to come through the door an hour later.

Is now when we talk about personal time?  What's personal time?  Is that time you go do whatever you want without feeling like a terrible person for leaving your husband and children at home to fend for themselves?  Because that just doesn't fit into the 24 hours I am allotted each day.  And I don't do well with guilt, so when I do leave them, I feel like racing home the minute I walk out the door.  Now that I think about it though, my mom didn't have any of that either.  She was always home.  (See above: rock star.)  [Sidenote: my husband encourages me to go do things.  He's pretty awesome.  I still feel guilty though, and honestly, usually prefer to spend any second of spare time I have with him.  Because as I mentioned, he's pretty awesome.]

Exercise falls into the personal time category.  Personal trainers will tell you things like "there's always time, make the time" and more annoying mantras to that tune.  Shit that makes you want to punch them in the face.  Ok, give me a 25 hour day then peppy irritatingly in-shape trainer.  Then I'll go work out.  Until then, kiss my ass.  (Geeze, my lack of exercise is deeply connected to my giant amount of anger deep inside me, apparently.)

But, I digress.  I'm trying for one little change, and maybe that will ignite bigger ones that make for more change for the better.  First step towards a happier, healthier, and more well-oiled machine of a family: monthly meal planning.  This is huge.  This is something I NEED.  I need some control over something in my life.  The food in my family's life will be what I control.  We have eaten out a lot the last couple months.  That saddens me, because we are a family that prides itself in doing very little of that.

The menu has been planned October 1 through November 30.  It was planned with the food currently in my freezer and pantry in mind, as we need to use what we have, decrease food costs, and decrease trips to the grocery store.  Every time I pop in for a couple things I need I feel like I come out at least $50 poorer.  This needs to stop.  Sunday I will prepare for the month of October, purchasing everything I need for the month that is non-perishable or can be frozen.  Items like milk, bread and eggs will be purchased once a week on Sundays.  Sundays are the days we go to the grocery store.  That's it.  We make no exceptions unless something urgent is on deck (as in if we run out of whole milk, that's the key to LilyPad going to sleep: milk, we always make exceptions for milk.)

This won't be easy.  My picky husband will see the menu and try and say no to what is on deck, and I will cook it anyway.  He may or may not eat it.  That's fine.  But the kids and I will.  And we'll like it, dammit.  (Did I mention that this won't be easy?)

Monday, September 24, 2012


That right there is some chili.  Some Cajun chili.  Some spicy Cajun chili.  Do you require the recipe to this?  I'm guessing you do.  If I was a good little blogger I'd have had these amazing in progress shots of this spicy creation, but I'm not.  So all I have is this crappy Instagram picture of a reheated saucepan of chili that we used to put on hot dogs tonight.

Before we get into the whole "this is what you need" and "this is how you make it", let me throw this disclaimer out there: I am in no way a professional chef.  I cook for my friends and family, and do it with love.  These recipes that make their way onto my blog may not have exact measurements because I have a tendency to throw shit in without measuring or even thinking twice about it.  I encourage anyone silly enough to try my recipes to take stuff out and put stuff in and please let me know how it turns out.

This is what you need:
  • 2 pounds of lean hamburger meat (we buy a cow and put it in our freezer, more on that later.)
  • 1/2 large sweet Texas onion, finely chopped (or if you're a sad panda and don't have access to sweet Texas onions just use a yellow one.  Whomp wah.)
  • 1/2 green bell pepper, finely chopped
  • 3 or 4 cans of Rotel, pureed into a smooth liquid
  • chili powder
  • garlic powder
  • Tony's cajun seasoning (this is the seasoning of the Gods, just in case you're wondering.)
  • 2 cans of Ranch Style Beans with the juice (you don't know what Ranch Style Beans are?  Run, run far far away from this blog, you are deprived and I feel sorry for you.  Ok, not really, you don't have to run, but you're missing out, and you can omit the beans from this recipe.  And I mourn you for not having these amazing cans of beans.  Sad panda.)
  • Tabasco sauce
  • Cayenne pepper
  • Pickled jalapeno slices, diced
This is how you make it:
  • You only need one good sized stock pot.  Cook the onions, bell pepper, and hamburger meat together until the meat is done and the onions and bell peppers are nice and soft.  Yummm.  
  • Add in 2 teaspoons (or so, maybe more) of chili powder.  It should coat everything in the pot to a nice chili color.  
  • Add in garlic powder to taste, and one tablespoon of Tony's.  Give it a couple dashes of cayenne pepper if you're feeling extra spicy (you should be, so do it.)  
  • Now for the Rotel.  This is what I use in place of tomato sauce, because we're just not extra tomato-y kind of people at the Casa de Wilson.  And we don't like chunks of tomato in anything, just our preference.  I use my super fancy awesome Tangerine Orange Kitchen Aid blender to liquefy the stuff.  Use 3 or 4 cans, depending on the level of thickness you want of the chili.  It always varies when I make it, it's good with 3, it's good with 4.  It's really up to you.  Choose your own Adventure! (Remember those awesome books?  Note to self, buy those for the kids.)
  • Ok, back to the chili.
  • Add a couple dashes of Tabasco sauce and a spoonful or so of the jalapenos.  That step is only for the extra spicy cookers out there, so just go ahead and do it, it'll put hair on your chest and clear your sinuses, you'll thank me for it, I'm almost sure of it.
  • Add in the beans, juice and all.  When my Momma made chili when I was a wee little cooker just learning, she would heat the beans up and let you add them if you really wanted them, or just eat them separately, because those beans are f'n awesome.  But, I married a man not from the south, and apparently chili goes in beans like peanut butter goes with jelly, so we add it in there.  No one really seems to mind.  Plus, it makes your chili go further, more bang for your buck, BAM!
  • Let all this cook together as long as you can resist sticking your face it in.  And be careful when you do, this shit is hot.
If you're smart, you put shredded cheese on top of it.  And possibly add in some Fritos.  Or you can eat it as is, because it's good any way you get it in your face.  Enjoy!

Kade Michael.

You are so tough. You are so sweet. You tell me you love me everyday.

You are also a jerkface that refuses to share anything with your little sister, but that's okay, I assume that's normal for a one-year-old/four-year-old relationship.

You are the light my sweet boy.


How I love thee my sweet little LilyPad. How fast you are running away from and/or towards the camera.

I heart those curls of yours.

Friday, September 21, 2012


We are starting to get things rolling again.  This is a test.  This is only a test.  Do not panic.  Do not freak out.  Calm down and go eat something super fattening or have a couple beers, we'll be back at some point.