Jul 282011
 

If you have been a follower for a while you may have seen I had the opportunity to interview Celebrity Chef, Richard Blais.  He won the Celebrity Chef All Stars and was doing a promotion for the Pork Be Inspired Campaign when I was contacted about the chance to interview him.  When I was preparing my questions and drooling over his pork recipes, I saw an ad to enter to win free pork for a year.  After getting all the information that I needed for my interview I decided to enter the contest (as myself not the Domestic Diva) and filled out the form which in addition to my contact information also asked why I deserved to win free pork for a year.

Normally, an essay as an entry requirement might make me pass, but I felt inspired…I began typing and typing; the words flowed easily.  I laughed at myself in parts and teared up in others.  I painted a picture of my love of pork with words. Ham, bacon, tenderloin, bacon, ribs, bacon, sausage, bacon, chops, and bacon.  Surely the pork people who would be picking a winner would feel my love for pig products after such a compelling essay.

I, Susan, would take my free pork and begin my own campaign; a campaign to make chicken the other white meat.  No longer would pigs be second anything. Not while I was a winner. Pork would be number one in my house, and dammit, I’d do whatever I could to bring pork into the spotlight everywhere else.

Can you feel the love?  Even Klout, an online tool that measures your online influence, says that I am an expert at bacon.  No jokes, bacon.  Thank you, Klout for picking up on the influences I’m spreading.

To sum up my love of pork, and especially bacon, I wrote a poem (cause you know how great my poems are):

Bacon, Bacon

Breakfast, Lunch, and even Dinner

Bacon, bacon is always a winner.

Eggs without bacon should be a crime

But cook ‘em in the grease and you’ve got a winner every time

Bacon is not just for pairing, wrapping can be fun

Seafood, beef or veggies: cook ‘em ’til they’re done!

Bacon dipped in chocolate for salty meets sweet

A heavenly combo you just can’t beat!

If you want to know my favorite that I’d pick every time…

It’s bacon wrapped in bacon and I pair mine with wine.

And guess what?  I won! I won free bacon, I mean pork, for a year!  I never win anything, especially stuff with essays! 

And free bacon, I mean pork, is pretty much the second best thing to money. Crunchy, greasy, piggy money…

I’m as happy as a pig in…well, you know.

I’ll be sharing some of the new porky recipes I try, but you’ll need to go out and by your own bacon, I mean pork, cause I don’t share.

This is the only turkey bacon you’ll catch this Diva eating. Source

 

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Jul 242011
 

Jake is my middle child who has not so patiently been waiting through three other birthdays this month until we can celebrate his on the 31st.  He became particularly annoyed with me when I wasn’t able to switch my birthday on the 14th with his.  He said, “Mom, I know that you know I really want my birthday to be here. I wish you’d help me out and just trade.  People don’t like people who are selfish.”

Jake, who will be four next weekend, is a funny kid.  He sees the world in a different way, and has been telling it like he sees it since before he was two.  People who spend time with him marvel at his ability to talk nearly nonstop with little transition between thoughts and little need for whomever he’s speaking with to be fully engaged in the conversation.  He’s also well known, even at his young age, for being very expressive.  He’s a boy who my Mom says will never be a poker player because of the way he wears his emotions right on his face…

Jake, 17 months, clearly loved his Christmas outfit

Aside from being talkative and clever he’s also very impressionable. Truth be told, Jake is an advertisers dream.  He recently paid me a compliment : “Mom, did you know there’s smart, and then there’s ‘Kmart smart?’ I’m pretty sure you’re ‘Kmart smart.”

He also threw another ad pitch at me while I was reprimanding him for a ridiculous mess at the dinner table:

Me: Jake, when you don’t eat over your plate, and jump around in your chair, you are getting food all over the table and floor.  All this dirt and crumbs will attract bugs.

Jake:  Maybe you should start Swiffering more. Swiffer attracts dirt.

Me: Maybe you should watch less television and eat like a human.

Jake (with a mouth full of food and crumbs falling everywhere): You….Swiffer….More.

Jake also is very literal.

Jake (screaming and crying) at the front door as I’m watering the flowers in bare feet: “Moooooom!  Oh, no!  Mooooom!  Get in here!  You’re gonna get bear feet! Your shoes won’t fit and your claws will ruin the carpet!! Mooooooom put on shoes!”

He’s also got big dreams for a boy of nearly four. If you ask Jake what he wants to be when he grows up he’ll tell you an elephant, police man or pizza delivery driver.  I’m going to try my best to encourage him in whatever he wants to be, but switching species may prove challenging so I hope he forgets that one soon.

Jake is also the kid who is always listening, and as a result of that constant listening will most likely get me in trouble sooner or later.  When he was two and a half, I caught Jake standing on the kitchen table.  I told Jake that I saw an elf running through the backyard, and that he was surely on his way to tell Santa how Jake was misbehaving.  Jake looked me right in the eye and told me how he thought that elf was “a real asshole for tattling.” Then yesterday he told Joey, “Honey Badgers don’t give a shit!” (If you don’t know what that’s from watch this video here- honey badger is friggin hilarious!). Please dear God let this quote fade from his mind before Catholic preschool starts again in a month…

So happy early birthday to my baby boy!  I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next! Don’t grow up and change too much this year, I love you just the way you are now!

Do you have a kid like Jake? Always saying hilarious stuff? Leave me a comment! I’d love to hear from you!

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Jul 202011
 

“What’s the matter with Mom,” Jake whispered to Joey.

“I dunno,” Joey whispered back, “She looks mad. I think you should ask…”

Thankfully, Jake just let it go and moved on to making a mess elsewhere. I continued doing what I was doing, knowing it was crazy, wasteful and only a temporary fix to an irritating problem.

In my last post, I told you how I wasted spent my first kid free weekend in two years.  That wasn’t totally true.  It’s been more like five years, and this was the first time I’ve been away from my daughter overnight (ever), and it was the first time I’ve been away from the boys since I gave birth and spent two nights in the hospital two years ago with Cecilia.

I should have sipped wine all day. I should have read books.  I should have taken a nap.  Instead I cleaned my entire house top to bottom just to have it wrecked 64 minutes after I finished cleaning when the kids came home.

I did expect that at the first meal I’d be cleaning floors and walls again, I did expect that the laundry would pile up in a day, and that I’d be tripping over toys within hours, but it was still sad to see all my hard work go up in flames…practically.  So when I caught my oldest, who is now six and totally knows better, wiping his face on one of my couch pillows, I lost it.

First, I just stood there silently staring at him.  My left eyelid began to twitch.  I said nothing, grabbed a roll of paper towels and did this:

I wrapped the whole couch in paper towels and told the kids that was now the only couch upstairs they were allowed to sit on.  I told them to do whatever they wanted to it, cause it was their couch alone and I didn’t care anymore.

This is when their whispering started, they went downstairs and onto making the next mess.

And you know what? It worked. Kind of…

Preliminary forensics suggest Jake was the one who rubbed a jelly hand across the couch, and when questioned he stated “You told me to use a paper towel.”

I had no argument there.

You know what?  Instead of screaming and yelling, which is really just a waste of energy on my part, I did this and now I feel much better.

Refreshed even.

And don’t worry, I even kept all but three of the paper towels to use to clean the windows and wipe the floor in the future.

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