So the past three weekends have been a blur of birthday fun.
Weekend one: March 6th, my older sister's birthday. We had dinner at the casino, we gambled a bit (i blew $5 on the penny slots and had fun), we then ventured to the dueling piano bar. Oh my goodness did we have fun. It was funny, and we (as in the whole bar) sang at the top of our lungs to all the songs, oh and did i mention the 20 something year old totally grinding with my mom. Needless to say a fun night.
Weekend two: March 12th, pre St.Patrick's day festivities and a van full of hawkers come to town to house hunt. With 3-4 more kids than usual I had a blast doing what ever. I think i ate to much McDonald's, ran/chased kids in the park, and played on the slide to name a few. We also had a Birthday Party with said out of town Hawkers for my darling Samantha and little miss Miriam. Cake, pin the tiaras on the princess, pizza, and presents we partied it up good! And as an added Bonus my baby brother won the State Hockey tournament and now will be playing in nationals! Can I get a whoop whoop!
Weekend three: March 20th, Samantha, Mya, and Jack's actual day of birth. The girls and i went shopping while waiting for dad to come home, then we went out to dinner at Rock City (yum), picked up an ice cream cone at Ben & Jerry's (double yum), then headed home for cake and presents. Super fun day for our little family. On Sunday we had a birthday party with the Vance's and family friends at Chuck E Cheese for my darling Samantha and miss Mya. the girls love Chuck E Cheese. Then on Monday we went out to celebrate Michael's 60th Birthday. We went out to the casino again for the buffet. We all wore "over the hill" buttons & I made him an "old fart cup", an "over the hill" sash, a birthday horn, oh and he had a button too. Then we gambled in the Casino. 60 must be a lucky birthday Dani won $203, Jason won $100, Eric won $150, Mom doubled her money, Kristina came out even, and i had a blast!
Well that's what we have been up to. Celebrating the life of our family members.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
easter candy
On the easter candy to do list
bird nest candies
http://www.wilton.com/idea/Bird-Nest-Candies
bunny jelly bean baskets
http://www.wilton.com/idea/Bunny-Jelly-Bean-Basket
and some kind of traditional chocolate bunny
Maybe when i get this candy thing figured out more quickly than the night before the holiday i can make and sell my darling little dairy and peanut free candies.
bird nest candies
http://www.wilton.com/idea/Bird-Nest-Candies
bunny jelly bean baskets
http://www.wilton.com/idea/Bunny-Jelly-Bean-Basket
and some kind of traditional chocolate bunny
Maybe when i get this candy thing figured out more quickly than the night before the holiday i can make and sell my darling little dairy and peanut free candies.
Monday, March 1, 2010
ethnic
It's not until you are a fully grown up adult and wanting to cook things from your childhood that the reality of how ethnic your upbringing was hits you.
In my teen years I was aware that there was quirky things about my family that other folks didn't do. It was generally only around the holidays that I noticed these things. I figured it was just our family traditions and thought nothing more about it.
In my twenty's I noticed several other things and again just shook my head at the differences. I figured it was the Canadian mixed with Southern that created it's own interesting mix of what ever it was, that was uniquely my family.
Now on the eve of my thirtieth birthday i just have to admit that I had an extremely ethnic upbringing. Now ethnic may not be the term you would think of seeing my all Caucasian family, but ethnic it was. It was not American. It was British by way of Canada. Yes there was a decent helping of southern mixed in. But if you take the time to look real close, most traditional Southern anything is classic English with more flavor.
I grew up eating Shepperd's pie, toad in the hole, pork sausages with fried or mashed potatoes and onions smothered in gravy (bangers and mash), pasties, meat in gravy on toast, sitting down for tea, cucumber sandwiches, tomato sandwiches, butter tarts, mince meat tarts, and so many other things. That list doesn't even take into account Christmas crackers, boccie ball, curling or any other Canadian thing that we do.
We might have looked all American from the outside but we most certainly were not. I suppose it makes sense, of my four brothers and sisters only one is American born. My older sister who shares my father, was born in the US. We were both born in the Ozarks. My parents were high school sweet hearts. Later when my Canadian born mother remarried it was to another Canadian. Both of them Canadians only three to four generations off the boat from England. How could they help but raise us up in a Canadian way. It's their heritage that they shared with us. They might not have intended our household to be so ethnic, but it was in all the little Canadian things that they do that made it our home.
So thank you mom and mike for my Canadian quirks and thank you dad because my husband teases me often that my southern is showing.
In my teen years I was aware that there was quirky things about my family that other folks didn't do. It was generally only around the holidays that I noticed these things. I figured it was just our family traditions and thought nothing more about it.
In my twenty's I noticed several other things and again just shook my head at the differences. I figured it was the Canadian mixed with Southern that created it's own interesting mix of what ever it was, that was uniquely my family.
Now on the eve of my thirtieth birthday i just have to admit that I had an extremely ethnic upbringing. Now ethnic may not be the term you would think of seeing my all Caucasian family, but ethnic it was. It was not American. It was British by way of Canada. Yes there was a decent helping of southern mixed in. But if you take the time to look real close, most traditional Southern anything is classic English with more flavor.
I grew up eating Shepperd's pie, toad in the hole, pork sausages with fried or mashed potatoes and onions smothered in gravy (bangers and mash), pasties, meat in gravy on toast, sitting down for tea, cucumber sandwiches, tomato sandwiches, butter tarts, mince meat tarts, and so many other things. That list doesn't even take into account Christmas crackers, boccie ball, curling or any other Canadian thing that we do.
We might have looked all American from the outside but we most certainly were not. I suppose it makes sense, of my four brothers and sisters only one is American born. My older sister who shares my father, was born in the US. We were both born in the Ozarks. My parents were high school sweet hearts. Later when my Canadian born mother remarried it was to another Canadian. Both of them Canadians only three to four generations off the boat from England. How could they help but raise us up in a Canadian way. It's their heritage that they shared with us. They might not have intended our household to be so ethnic, but it was in all the little Canadian things that they do that made it our home.
So thank you mom and mike for my Canadian quirks and thank you dad because my husband teases me often that my southern is showing.
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