tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73559347055079573962024-02-19T01:33:12.881-08:00three noisy LyonsMrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-67621165102963821392010-10-12T13:05:00.000-07:002010-10-12T13:05:19.911-07:00She's BACKI'm back in the saddle again!* Sort of like in the Aerosmith song...<br />
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Poor Mrs. Lyons has been in... a funk, I guess. Tired and overwhelmed and moody... and busy, busy, busy. It's a busy time of year around here for the Lyons clan. Plus, I haven't really felt like I've had anything intelligent to say.<br />
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Um, I realize that is probably a matter of opinion.<br />
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I also realize... <em>that it may not change.</em><br />
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Heh. Should be interesting. Anywhoo, I've finished up some projects, and time permitting they will make their way into cyber-space shortly. :)<br />
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*We did take Lucy on a horseback ride.... oh my, she HATED IT. I'm still suffering. Oy! And yes, I <em>did</em> have enough sense to NOT sing around the "real" cowboys.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-85531682509534848072010-08-19T05:09:00.000-07:002010-08-19T05:09:07.919-07:00I have been knitting! Honest! See?Wow... July flew by and August seems to be fleeing right at it's heels! We had a birthday, including <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/ultimate-coconut-cake">a monster of a coconut cake</a>. The cubs went to camp. (three cubs + two different camps = lots of paperwork, driving, and frayed nerves for Mrs. Lyons) We shampooed our carpets. I dog sat. We made rock candy. Sort of. Now we seem to be plagued with a horrible sickness. (Just a nasty cold, nothing<em> too</em> dramatic)<br />
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I will leave you now with a picture of our rainbow assortment of heirloom tomatoes... pretty much the only thing August is good for. Hopefully life will even out in another month or so!!<br />
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*almost... because it would be foolish to tempt the knitting fates, wouldn't it?Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-80171654813814853392010-08-05T15:10:00.000-07:002010-10-12T13:26:55.529-07:00Braids.Occasionally we do have some fun around here.<br />
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The Princess and I have some rather thick and seriously long locks... really. We break rubber bands right and left. She is learning to braid while I am Ye Grand Olde Master at it. (ha) Sorry, no photos of my "hairstyle" today as the only way I have of acquiring photos with myself in them is to a) wrangle The Man into doing it, and he has one of those pesky day-job thingies *sigh* and b) use the camera on my smart phone in the bathroom that has a dirty mirror and zero natural lighting. Yeah, only my girlfriends get those pics. Maybe I'll share them with you after we get to know each other better.<br />
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</div>This is my <a href="http://www.ladygaga.com/default.aspx">Lady Gaga</a> inspired outfit. I'm not exaclty sure why, since it doesn't involve a red latex jumpsuit. Perhaps the pairing of hot pink and textured leapord print heels?<br />
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We've seen <a href="http://threenoisylyons.blogspot.com/2010/05/pink-sundae-wgray-twill.html">this skirt</a> before, it's McCall's 5523. The top is 'Orangina' by Stefanie Japel. (<a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/KLyons/orangina">Ravelry link</a>)<br />
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*if you're hard core, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2smz_1L2_0">here's the video </a> for <a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/paparazzi-lyrics-lady-gaga.html?flv=1">'Paparazzi'</a>Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-81685821533079563112010-06-29T09:18:00.000-07:002010-06-29T09:18:06.914-07:00Chard.<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yup. Mrs. Lyons needs a haircut. Yup, my linen dress wrinkled in exactly 2.5 seconds after I put it on. Yup, those cute leopard shoes (Guess brand) are pretty <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">pinchy</span>. But they are a good cure to the month<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">ly</span> funk of I-don't-want-to-get-dressed-because-nothing-fits. Ha. I've been wearing these shoes a lot lately. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A quick note on changes I made to the pattern: modified the hem (obviously) and added a little panel that sort of makes it "tulip" out, moved the bust darts and added some bodice darts just for fun... and I changed it from side-tie to back-tie.</div>Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-15630556437141431812010-06-23T09:28:00.000-07:002010-10-09T08:55:23.780-07:00The $200 cake of FAILUREThe Eldest Man-Cub is having a birthday in a few weeks and therefore <em>needs </em>a birthday cake so last week I decided to flip through Martha Stewart's website and waited for inspiration to strike. While I was searching for something appropriate, I happened upon something else that captured my imagination...<br />
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<a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/sweet-and-salty-cake">The Sweet and Salty Cake.</a><br />
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It had lots going for it. 1)Fancy salt on top! 2)Chocolate 3)Caramel! I've never worked with caramel, I could learn something new! and 4)Fancy salt on top! Did I mention the salt?? I love fancy salt!! Chocolate covered pretzels are a personal favorite, and this seemed sort of like a layer cake version of that. Yes, I thought to myself, this is totally a Mrs. Lyons cake. I was all over the Sweet and Salty Cake.<br />
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After making it though, that's not what I would name it. I'd call it Seemed-Like-A-Good-Idea-at-the-Time Cake, or The Carmel Chocolate Cake of DOOM, or the How-to-Look-Like-You've-Never-Baked-a-Cake-Before-<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">INYOURENTIRELIFE</span> Cake.<br />
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Of course our Tale of Woe continues... I decided to attempt this miserable confection to... why else? <em>Impress my friends. </em>Ha. I should have known that it would all go horribly wrong when I was at the grocery store buying all my supplies for the cake and dinner party when a rather rude woman decided to not only make inappropriate comments to me about how full my shopping cart was (<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">srsly</span>? <em>I'm at the grocery store. People go there to buy food, Lady.)</em> but also CUT IN LINE in front of someone else to make these nasty comments. She decided that she couldn't wait for the checker to finish with me, so she ran, no joke, to the back of the store... only to stand in line back there. She stared at me the whole time, <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">aaaaall</span> the way on the other side of the store, and walked out of the store a whopping 5 seconds before I did.<br />
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Of course the checker, the girl behind me and I all snickered about her as soon as she was out of ear shot. Hey, she deserves it. But really, I should have known my carefully laid plans for A Perfect Dinner were doomed... first, random rude people. Always a bad omen. Then, the checker expressed a number to me regarding my groceries that was, roughly, <strong>twice as much </strong>as I was expecting him to politely utter in public. The last straw was me meticulously following the directions while baking and assembling the cake, the whole time ignoring the voice in my head screaming: IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO DO IT THAT WAY. IT WILL NOT WORK, AND YOU KNOW IT. <br />
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Why did I ignore that voice? Well, like most people Mrs. Lyons has low self-esteem and lives for compliments,* and is also a not-very-reformed perfectionist.** So I followed the directions, even when I knew not to, so I wouldn't mess it up. <br />
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And I messed it up. I messed it up bad. And I know you wanna see it too, don't <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">cha</span>?<br />
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Luckily for me, my friends are awesome and drooled at the sight of it. That of course, totally cracked me up. I <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">realated</span> my sob story about making it to them... but seriously I don't think they were listening because I don't think they took their eyes off the cake the entire time I was talking, even when I used bad words really loud. (I was pretty upset over this cake.)<br />
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I said that in order to offset all the upset this cake caused me that we were all going to eat it with our bare hands (washed, of course!! *shudder*) once we were all good and drunk.***<br />
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But you know what happened? I used a knife (surprise, surprise) and the cake tasted AWESOME. Oh, it was SO. GOOD. Really good. It was a pain in the Alicia to make, assemble and serve, but I might try it again. Maybe if I got good and drunk<em> first</em> this time.<br />
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So, what would I do differently next time? Listen to that voice and CHILL, CHILL, CHILL everything. The cakes should be chilled. The frosting should be chilled. In between steps, everything should be chilled. And the whole caramel deal? Well, I made it without any issues, but I'm not sure how exactly to make it work in between cake layers. The recipe said it will "soak in a bit" but that didn't happen. At all. (and none of it was chilled) So when it came time to start stacking that baby up, everything oozed and slid. Oh, how I cried.<br />
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Just for fun, how about if we talk for a second about what exactly is IN this cake? <br />
<ul><li>a whole box of butter. At least.</li>
<li>heavy cream</li>
<li>sour cream</li>
<li>evil of all evils: CORN SYRUP </li>
<li>1 lb. of dark chocolate</li>
<li>4 1/2 whopping cups of sugar</li>
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**the funniest part is that I generally mess everything up, somehow, so can I really call myself a perfectionist? Most likely I'm just neurotic, *sigh*<br />
*** yeah, Mrs. Lyons doesn't really drink, so my friends just got drunk and I watched. Amusing.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-54104849597174092762010-06-22T10:09:00.000-07:002010-06-22T10:09:18.133-07:00Dont say I didn't warn you.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCWPKq3SsWmqQo132pS2fHISWbPNLCTL44fcGxaJMPXZf0inrHrzypFZEvTOIYhmbwx89lPUdljzRRhUYs-9d-4BYZAOfYztK0XZFaOD9OC8Jv6wN6IDu8Cdl71k16JB9e8yfcWYOvEQ/s1600/P1040707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCWPKq3SsWmqQo132pS2fHISWbPNLCTL44fcGxaJMPXZf0inrHrzypFZEvTOIYhmbwx89lPUdljzRRhUYs-9d-4BYZAOfYztK0XZFaOD9OC8Jv6wN6IDu8Cdl71k16JB9e8yfcWYOvEQ/s640/P1040707.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">tomato towers, June 2010</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">And look!! There is some kale that our pet slugs missed.</span></em></div><br />
Let's play a little game, shall we? <br />
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It's called Good Idea/Bad Idea. Ready? <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Yay</span>! Here we go:<br />
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<strong>Good Idea: </strong>wanting some home-grown <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" goog-spell-original="tomatos">tomatoes</span><br />
<strong>Bad Idea: </strong>fertilizing tomato seedlings.<br />
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Seriously? These things are MONSTERS. I go in and "prune" them about once a week. A more accurate statement would be that I hack these suckers back with The Man's machete, just so they don't swallow the Princess whole when she innocently ventures into the vegetable garden to water. <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Sheesh</span>! They reached the top of their supports/towers in mid-June. Mid-June!! What am I supposed to do with them for the next 2-3 months?! We don't have any ripe tomatoes yet either... I'm guessing a few more weeks? I don't know, it's hard to tell. <br />
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This is a new raised bed garden and we filled it up with soil from the, um, pond we are attempting to dig. (I'm seeing another good idea/bad idea in my near future) So it wasn't super great soil or anything... we amended it with a few bags of composed manure, planted our plants, and went on with our merry lives. A month or so later I got it into my head (probably from reading some gardening magazine standing in line somewhere completely useless) that they needed MORE fertilizer. I made a special trip* to the nursery and picked up some fancy-pants organic tomato and vegetable granulated plant food, aka Glorified Rat Hash. Yup. It gets locked up in the vermin-proof shed after gardening time is over.<br />
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*Yeah, seriously. I only leave the house to go to the grocery store.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-11961862638007333322010-06-15T10:07:00.000-07:002010-06-15T10:07:25.158-07:00enough already.How about some yellow and teal? This is the <a href="http://threenoisylyons.blogspot.com/2010/05/bzzzzzz.html">same yellow skirt </a>you've already seen. That little yellow necklace is sort of fun, it has a beehive charm on it and some little silver bees, too. I horded those things for years... finally found the right color yellow beads so I could string it. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Okay, um, what is up with the world lately? What is up with me? I've completely lost my motivation to do the simplest things... by the time last weekend rolled around I did NOT want to get up. I did NOT want to work out. No sewing. No knitting. Dang, I didn't even want to get dressed, let alone show up at our place of weekly congregation. Funny story: turns out that same day, the one where I wanted to crawl under a rock and work up a proper froth of self pity? WELL. Everyone seemed to be in rare form. Lucy was killing me so I spent most of the day in an <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Aleve</span>-induced fog, hoping... praying that my liver wouldn't fail in front of everyone and that my limp wasn't too noticeable. Ha. The Man over heard part of a conversation I was having with someone (this woman was <em>discussing my toes</em>-- <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">WTF</span>???) and he later commented on my restraint. He was apparently expecting me to deck her... all I can say is if I had been on my toes (ha ha) instead of having to use all the Jedi Mind Tricks that I have at my disposal to distract myself from pain hitting an 11 on a scale of 1 to 10, she probably would have gotten a rather inappropriate and pointed comment involving her husband and my new pink Lady Gaga-<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">esque</span> nail polish.<br />
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Maybe the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Aleve</span> saved us both from getting black eyes?<br />
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By the time we all piled into Riley* to go home I was in crazy-rant mode. By the time my mouth stopped I realized I needed to apologize to the cubs. The eldest, in classic <em>yes-Mrs.Lyons-is-my-mommy</em> fashion, replied "that's okay Mom, but we won't be getting married when we grow up." HA. That cracked me up! I must say, I have good kids... so I gave them all the O-K to stay at home past the age of 30 if they kept up with all the weeding and dishes.<br />
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*Riley, our trusty mini-van.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-9840122915178554892010-06-11T09:07:00.000-07:002010-06-11T09:07:39.561-07:00Root Beer Float Cupcakes<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Last week (I think) I spied <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/06/root-beer-float-cupcakes/">this</a> recipe on <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/">Smitten Kitchen's site</a>. It immediately grabbed my attention. I mean, really? Root Beer Float <em>Cupcakes??? </em>Obviously I made them the first chance I got. Brought 'em to a beloved friend's 50th birthday party and they were a hit. I managed to squeeze 24 out of my batch.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This recipe was sort of interesting. It had you boiling things on the stove, then letting those things cool, then adding other things to the now cool things. Like I said, <em>interesting....</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The cubs missed out on these... <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">that'll</span> teach 'em to play basketball in the street with their little friends!! But seriously, I'm looking forward to making these again. They are just... <em>fun. </em></div>Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-2782302177258190942010-06-09T08:45:00.000-07:002010-06-09T08:45:13.055-07:00Summer-y Circle Skirt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH80X7x2KH-62vsP_Z5UN9dL-4eaAHVoAmi1s6ZfhiEQSrIzwFDc6FoW_GozKnwVLHG9U9fSD03zsuKabeV2LoRbsa6fE_fz78X_QyA_JdI-EoEbcl2xj-VX5OqSdOOw2XlMrWI5oKHc/s1600/P1040526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH80X7x2KH-62vsP_Z5UN9dL-4eaAHVoAmi1s6ZfhiEQSrIzwFDc6FoW_GozKnwVLHG9U9fSD03zsuKabeV2LoRbsa6fE_fz78X_QyA_JdI-EoEbcl2xj-VX5OqSdOOw2XlMrWI5oKHc/s640/P1040526.JPG" width="480" /></a><em></em><div align="center"><em>skirt-- McCall's 5431</em></div><div align="center"><em>top-- "Jewel" from</em> Custom Knits<em> by Wendy Bernard</em></div><br />
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I sewed this skirt up a few years ago... I really like this pattern, I've made it twice. The other version I made has the coolest pockets... but I'm not as happy about the print I chose for that one. Maybe I should make another one...<br />
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The top though... um. Well. Not the happiest about my yarn choice. I thought I was doing good, but no, it turned out bad. It sort of reminds me of a washcloth. Using a hand knit washcloth to do dishes? Good. Wearing a hand knit wash cloth? Bad. But alas, as I only have ONE white "summer" top, I wear it. Yes, this situation will be fixed. Soon. Here's the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/KLyons/jewel"><span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Ravelry</span> page</a> with more pictures and my notes.</div>Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-27208794066293497362010-06-05T06:32:00.000-07:002010-06-05T06:35:16.694-07:00Mean, like a bully (mini blackberry cobblers)Weeeeell.... <br />
The garden is doing great. Look at all this bounty!<br />
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We also have a bit of a blackberry infestation... so we picked some blackberries and I made mini/individual blackberry cobblers. Behold them in all their pre-baked glory:<br />
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But DUDE, let me tell you! Picking them is not... um, fun. It's more of an "adventure."Those bushes are MEAN. But not mean in an awesome way, mean in a bully-that-makes-you-run-to-Mommy-and-cry way. Between the blackberries and the roses... wow, my sh*t is <em>scratched up. </em>I must've lost a lot of blood, look at me going all ghetto speak on ya'll.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgolngYG3p1_5LTiOtX2BzUanGgS7O1shETaojnCiPo_PDo2ZiIQ6gJkb0_gbJSpVMwD2Yg1O7XJFcUvnoplfaK6yjCBaIMzEguFQ9kbdlBiUIMRGnRaHfKJDWwQNESQ2v9Hp1pIPruRik/s1600/P1040480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgolngYG3p1_5LTiOtX2BzUanGgS7O1shETaojnCiPo_PDo2ZiIQ6gJkb0_gbJSpVMwD2Yg1O7XJFcUvnoplfaK6yjCBaIMzEguFQ9kbdlBiUIMRGnRaHfKJDWwQNESQ2v9Hp1pIPruRik/s320/P1040480.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg4xHmgR6uUG9Ow2VPVSOhtWNDtc2LDTaH6GhvezraD9reyBX_LtDakSJmhkLKrKzaCl4foY8j8IcbX20tKK2NddkEiCHyyOqaAHq8_SlCUT_BrsdYyEjA0xBOwjosRuW8YI5K1qFDA4/s1600/P1040493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg4xHmgR6uUG9Ow2VPVSOhtWNDtc2LDTaH6GhvezraD9reyBX_LtDakSJmhkLKrKzaCl4foY8j8IcbX20tKK2NddkEiCHyyOqaAHq8_SlCUT_BrsdYyEjA0xBOwjosRuW8YI5K1qFDA4/s320/P1040493.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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I learned some new skills... side lapped zipper. Bound buttonholes. Oh, and I hand stitched the hem. *shudder* I loathe hand sewing. I really, really do. Sorry. Oh! I didn't really like where the waist seam lined up on the dress... it sort of cut me in half in a weird, non-flattering way... so I made a little belt/waist band and I think it worked out quite nicely:<br />
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(HEY, IT HAS A BIG ENGINE AND <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">SEEKRIT</span> COMPARTMENTS FOR SMUGGLING, OKAY! Don't look at me like that.)<br />
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This is what I wore to the potluck. I felt like a bumble bee... which I voiced to a friend. She disagreed; we had a good chuckle and both decided that YEAH, avoiding yellow and black horizontal striped across the widest part of one's body is indeed A Very Good Thing. I took my black wrap to combat over zealous air conditioning.<br />
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Oh wait! Not the end! The Cuban and I happily competed for the pleasure of being the one chosen to babysit Mr. Tiny <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Destructo</span> while his momma ventured temporarily into a toddler-free zone... and I won! But not on my own merits... <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">nooooo</span>... it was only because of the cubs. He loves my cubs! I plan to bribe him next week with cookies and dinosaur stickers. I don't like Not Being the Favorite you know. After about five minutes of almost-four-year-old-<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">boyness</span>-tom-foolery... man! that kid is fast! The Cuban looked at me and said <em>why did you volunteer to babysit??? what is wrong with you???</em> Simple answer: I'M STUPID. Her next comment: <em>why did we fight over it??? why did I want to babysit him???</em> Simple answer: YOU'RE STUPID TOO. True story!!<br />
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Mrs. Lyons: Pick it off.<br />
Princess: MOM!! Are these pieces the right size?<br />
Mrs. Lyons: The recipe says 1/2 inch pieces.<br />
Princess: OH! I thought that meant 1" by 2".<br />
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Mrs. Lyons: sure.<br />
Boy #1" MOM! This bread tastes like dirt!<br />
Princess: HEY THAT'S THE MOLDY BREAD PILE!!!<br />
Mrs. Lyons: Spit it out in the trash son. Live and learn.<br />
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Mrs: Lyons: WHAT THE ????, THIS BAG OF PINEAPPLE HAS YELLOW AND WHITE PIECES IN IT!<br />
Boy #2: Yeah. Those white ones aren't ripe.<br />
Mrs. Lyons: Since when do they sell you unripe pineapple pieces along with ripe pineapple pieces?<br />
Boy #2: Since always... it just comes that way. <br />
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Boy #1 and Boy #2: <em>[in unison] </em>Uh, Mom? This stuff is pineapple, eggs and bread. Is it going to taste like eggs with pineapple in it with bread on top?<br />
Mrs. Lyons: Who picked this recipe?<br />
Princess: DAD.<br />
Boy #1 and Boy #2: We did.<br />
Mrs. Lyons: <em>[looks at children with arched eyebrows]</em><br />
Boy #1, Boy #2 and Princess: <em>[in unison] </em>NOT MOM.<br />
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Then The Man arrived home and all hell broke loose because he said he didn't choose the recipe. The End.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Pineapple Bread Pudding</span></strong><br />
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1 stick butter, melted<br />
3 large eggs<br />
1 lb. bag frozen pineapple chunks (thawed or at least <em>mostly</em> thawed)<br />
4 Tbsp all purpose flour<br />
1/2 cup honey<br />
pinch of salt<br />
1 loaf family sized dinner bread (something soft, like French)<br />
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Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly grease a 2-qt baking dish. Mix eggs, flour, honey and salt. Add pineapple chunks. Pour into prepared baking dish. Tear bread into small pieces, around 1 inch in size. In a big bowl toss bread pieces with melted butter until evenly coated. Press bread pieces into pineapple-egg mixture. Go ahead, put yer back into it!<br />
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Bake until golden brown, 40-50 minutes. Let cool slightly before slicing and serving.<br />
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<strong>thoughts:</strong> The four of us thought, for sure, that this would be a disgusting mess. With pineapple in it. Not so! The Man and I were shocked, <em>shocked, </em>at how good it was. Naturally he took all credit for it. The eldest thought that it "smelled weird" and that the bread on top "tastes like bread." Um, okay. The Man proclaimed that it was "better than pineapple upside down cake" whatever that means. All I know is that this is easy and tasty and everyone ate it. QUIETLY. We ate it warm and the pieces held together rather better than I thought they would when I went to extract them out of the pan. Bonus!Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-87641779242304548552010-05-12T10:23:00.000-07:002010-05-27T09:45:59.062-07:00less than 50,000This morning while walking Lucy and Alicia I was struck at how many people were out walking their dogs. Not just any people though... old men. I was stuck limping behind one of these Old Men w/Dog, and was a bit irked at how easily he powered up the hill. Me and Lucy? Not quite the picture of grace... or strength... or speed. Well, at least I wasn't crying. This time. <br />
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The thing that killed me though? When he bent over to clean up after his dog. The guy was easily 100,000 years old... and he just bent right over. No moaning, no grabbing at the lower back, no slow motion easy-does-it type stuff. HE JUST BENT OVER. And then... wait for it... <em>he stood back up. </em>Lucy and I are easily... let me do some quick math... right. Easily way less than half this guy's age. *sigh* I was so irritated by his little feat of athleticism, in fact, that I almost called out to him "missed a spot!!" <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Heh</span>.<br />
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Seeds being planted.<br />
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The Cuban is back... and consequently my zeal to sew up the White Denim Storytelling Skirt is waning. I'll see what she has to say about it and let you know.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-59492579262710489742010-05-10T08:04:00.000-07:002010-05-10T08:04:55.953-07:00HOARDER!The Cuban is out of town for a week and I miss her. I am also left a bit to my own devices to keep myself entertained... and thus distracted from her absence. <br />
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Enter my latest Crack Pot Scheme.<br />
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See... I have this little problem. I tend to think there are more waking hours in the day than there actually are, and that the work I have to do during them will magically disappear with no effort on my part. I suspect many people suffer from this same illness.<br />
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Reality: I have a <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">sooper</span> <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">seekrit</span> project that has to be finished up in two weeks. And I can only work on it at certain times, when a certain princess is out of the house, which really isn't all that often and if I didn't have a cold I would totally be freaking out about getting it done right now. I also have a current sewing project (for me! <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">yay</span>!) to finish by the same day... and I'm not really motivated to sew it. Why? ALICIA. That's why. But I think I can fix it... I think it will be okay. Crash diets and 3/8" seam allowances can fix anything, right? If I can work a miracle on that dress I'll show you when it's done.<br />
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NOW, ON TO THE CRACK POT SCHEMING.<br />
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Instead of sewing (and working and cleaning and weeding, blah blah blah) I've sort have been knitting. Hey, I'm sick! I can sit there and knit while the keeping the children entertained. I'm Super Mom. (ha) I'm almost done with this thing:<br />
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And this is my new acquisition:<br />
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That, my friends, is white denim. I KNOW. I must have been on crack when I bought it. Guess what I'm going to make out of it? A SKIRT. Yup, still on crack! Want to hear something even better? I had my heart set on some white eyelet because I really enjoy people asking me if I've made my clothing out of my old kitchen curtains. But they didn't have anything I liked as far as eyelet goes... *pout* so denim it was. Now here's the kicker: I seem to think I can get the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">cami</span> and the white skirt done <em>this week</em>, in time to wear my cutesy little outfit to a potluck full of clumsy people holding plates of food piled high with things full of extra-staining power and little sticky gooey kiddos running around on a sugar high desperately searching for their conspicuously absent mommies... and I can just feel it in the bottom of my soul that my white denim skirt is going to turn into some story telling device for later generations to re-live that evening. The spaghetti stain from when so-and-so tripped, the chocolate sauce from when little Johnny was running away from little Mary because<em> <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">eeeeew</span>! girls have cooties!!,</em> the salad dressing from when That Funny Elder told That Funny Joke.<br />
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Unfortunately being clairvoyant isn't going to stop me from forging ahead. What can I say? I live to serve. Don't want to let later generations down.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-73218857402344373192010-05-09T07:22:00.000-07:002010-05-09T07:22:30.437-07:00Black, White and Red<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5E-vgrW1DVn2LN0qYJ1gyw_Cy2_-1_VeVRfU94cB1UmxQZMBgz5nbgwcbG1AptX5N45cn_zoN7JQR9T3U30EMRGlVDjCbToHZ64KINJ2MmcbTWukmeIqzHocxR1p5uX6KJMACPnsOUjg/s1600/P1040198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5E-vgrW1DVn2LN0qYJ1gyw_Cy2_-1_VeVRfU94cB1UmxQZMBgz5nbgwcbG1AptX5N45cn_zoN7JQR9T3U30EMRGlVDjCbToHZ64KINJ2MmcbTWukmeIqzHocxR1p5uX6KJMACPnsOUjg/s640/P1040198.JPG" tt="true" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>When I grow up I will not be a model. I suck at it.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh... one last thing. Will someone please come sweep the deck for me? Thanks.</div>Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-3074406477968066532010-05-08T07:22:00.000-07:002010-05-08T07:26:28.548-07:00Rice Rice Baby!The cubs and I took a little trip to the nursery. Not just any nursery... the fancy-pants one where they don't have roses set out in pots to browse... nooooo. You have to special order them. Out of a really big binder. While they stand there and watch you. And tell you that the rose you tell them you want really isn't the rose you want, even though you just told them that it is, in fact, the rose you want.Yup. We're talking high-end, Ye Olde Money nursery. Thing is, now it's rather run down. The kids? They still had fun. But they are kids. Practically everything is fun to them. And if it isn't fun... well... give 'em five minutes. They'll <em>make</em> it fun.<br />
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So here we are, at this run-down fancy-pants nursery wandering around amongst the weeds and half dead $200 plants in black nursery pots. I had this silly thought in my head that I would look for a sorrel plant since, mine, um, died. (Because I didn't water it. Naughty, naughty Mrs. Lyons!!) And that surely the fancy-pants nursery would have a sorrel plant... right? WELL, guess what obstacle we ran into whilst attempting to peruse the herbs and vegetables? That's right. Mrs. Ye Olde Money. Aka: I Own The World, Get Your Brats Out of My Way. *sigh* She was blocking the whole herb isle with her little cart full of half dead over priced plants... <em>all I wanted to do was find a sorrel plant!! [whine] Come on! I'm sick and I'm on my period and my back is killing me and I had to drag the kids with me! Can I get some space here?? Pleeeeassse???</em><br />
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But that's fine. The kids didn't care; we went down a different isle and found some hideously deformed carrot "seedlings." See? God always makes it up to ya somehow. I was too shocked and disgusted to take a crappy cell phone picture, sorry. Next time I'll try harder. <br />
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What we DID come home with was organic slug and earwig and pill bug and three-other-bugs-I've-blocked-from-memory because... seriously? I don't like thinking about bugs. Oh, and two Martha Stewart Food magazines.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Green Rice</span></strong><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Adapted from Martha Stewart Everyday Food Magazine, May 2010</span></em><br />
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1/4 white onion, chopped<br />
1 garlic clove<br />
1 3/4 cups water<br />
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Throw everything into a blender and, uh, blend it. BUT. First check to make sure that your dinner assistant (you know? the one who really wanted the rice?) knows how to put the blender top on properly. Add the oil and rice to the sauce pan over med-high heat and stir the rice until coated with oil. Add the cilantro juice you made in the blender (minus what's on the floor and cabinets) to the rice, bring to a boil, cover, then finally simmer for 15 minutes. Turn off heat and let sit for 5-10 minutes. Stir it all together or "fluff with a fork" before serving.<br />
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<strong>thoughts:</strong> Well. My kids love rice. Me? Not so much. As for this particular recipe... the kids loved it and ate every last rice... kernel? Maggot look-alike? What the heck do you call rice anyway? Oh. GRAINS. So yeah, the kids loved it, it was tasty, but opening a jar of salsa verde and just dumping it in with the water is WAY easier... So is my usual routine of cook the rice, fluff, then add chopped cilantro and garlic powder.<br />
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And I really should ban the kids from using the blender, seeing as how they are violently allergic to *remembering* to cleaning up after themselves.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-70930266525618837352010-05-07T09:58:00.000-07:002010-05-07T10:20:05.175-07:00Perspective.So yesterday The Princess and I were having a little chat about her wardrobe. She was lamenting about how she wanted to wear her <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27317609@N08/4429761998/">humming bird dress</a>... because she likes it <em>sooo much.</em> I said, "why not wear it this Saturday? Does it need to be ironed? If it does, you need to give it to me early so I have time to do it."<br />
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Her reply: "Well. Maybe the bows just need to be touched up."<br />
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People, the dress is <em>cotton.</em> When I finally got my hands on it, it was an unholy crinkled mess on a child-sized plastic hanger. Lucky for me that I Am Mom and I can fix anything. Okay, so I can fix wrinkly dresses because I own an iron. That's still something! Be nice.<br />
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Now we will fast forward 20 minutes to a conversation I had with the middle child. I was grumbling that the seeds wouldn't sprout... and I was vexed because some mysterious thing kept eating the vegetable plants. (We've narrowed it down to... aliens. More on that later.) He told me "be patient Mom. Remember how long it took the carrot seeds to sprout?" Yeah. Those took awhile. And now they are ready to harvest. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCzvSw54scWsTYQSe-8Ofuo2ZUxTNIlc54HXDZCc4gyq6w4HkP9GTFbcIsdR4cAkATvKB7_nF78am-ydBTonb4QsO7TJvXI4CchxFF9P1MN3pUVzXJdKhMyYoBv8XxxRCpJJOS541XXA/s1600/P1040140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCzvSw54scWsTYQSe-8Ofuo2ZUxTNIlc54HXDZCc4gyq6w4HkP9GTFbcIsdR4cAkATvKB7_nF78am-ydBTonb4QsO7TJvXI4CchxFF9P1MN3pUVzXJdKhMyYoBv8XxxRCpJJOS541XXA/s320/P1040140.JPG" tt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now, back to those aliens. First, some background. WE HAVE A GOPHER PROBLEM. This creates issues every. single. time I attempt to grow anything. The Man and The Cubs were kind enough to help create a gopher-proof raised bed vegetable garden, complete with a fence to keep out the pooch (now sadly deceased). We will gloss over the part about how it took ten years to do a month long (at best) project. So now we have a garden, and I happily planted it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then, SOMETHING, not gophers, started eating the seedlings. Every night. All of them. Basil, tomatoes, arugula, radishes... peppers. Eggplant. Cucumbers. Lettuce. All of them munched to death. Needless to say I was crushed. Oh, the expectations I had for that garden! Naturally I complained about this to anyone standing still. (The Twins Maker suggested the alien hypothesis, ha.) I made the cubs look up stuff with me in all the garden references we own and I checked stuff out online. We came up with: zero. </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So I cried. And I prayed. And I complained some more to The Man and The Sage. The Man merely replied like he always does: "be grateful for what you've got." Yeah, I hate it when he says that too. How about a little sympathy? Some coddling? You know a little <em>poor Mrs. Lyons, something ate her widdle pwants. </em>Onto The Sage... know what she suggested? Go out at night with a flashlight. Which I did... and I was scared. I can't see in the dark and I have an over active imagination. SO NOT A GOOD COMBO. But my courage was rewarded... I found a few slugs. And a little white garden spider. And earwigs... yes. Earwigs. GAZILLIONS OF EARWIGS. We had unearthed a few nests during brush clearance... nests the size of a Borg civilization. Scary. (And by "we" I mead the middle kid. Heh.)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>And you know what? <a href="http://www.ghorganics.com/page9.html#Earwigs:">THEY ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.</a><br />
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And the seeds!! They are sprouting!! Me, being the smarty pants that I am, sequestered this batch on the deck. Away from the aliens. (We'll see how long the universe lets me get away with being smug.)Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355934705507957396.post-32737512842276490262010-05-06T12:14:00.000-07:002010-05-06T12:16:35.742-07:00In The Beginning...There was a woman. With a family.<br /><br />And way too many hobbies. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Congratulations</span>... you can now read all about it.Mrs. Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362014872439116907noreply@blogger.com0