Here’s a good one from Anna. (Thanks to Stu from Grasshopper for the link.)

And no, if you’re wondering, I’m not writing about my son, my baby, going off to kindergarten. Things aren’t going as smoothly as hoped for.

But it’s only the second day.

Well, look who was quoted in the Portland Tribune today — that’s right. Hockey God, aka my husband, Steve-o.

I haven’t spent a lot of time at Humboldt, but the times I have been there, I’ve been impressed. (Do you remember that post, you old-timers to this blog? My legs were bruised for weeks. Harsh toke.)

(Now that we’re being interviewed by the media — and by “we” I mean Steve — do I have to stop saying things like “harsh toke”? How about “ride the fucking six pack”? Where do you stand on that? How do you feel about the “f” word? Hmm. Will ponder. Leave me a note in comments if you’d like.)

And Humboldt — excellent work, you guys.

(If you’re interested in more PPS archives, right here is where I started bitching up a storm about a little $5.2 million dollar grant that wasn’t getting spent in the Jefferson Cluster. And right here is where you’ll find a Willamette Week story about all the hard work Lynn Schore has been doing to track said grant money. And right here is where you’ll find one of the money maps my husband has put together.)

“It seems to me that our three basic needs for food and security and love are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others.”
– -M.F.K. (Mary Frances Kennedy) Fisher, writer (1908-1992)

For today’s Crockpot Recipes, my lovely Wacky Sister suggests:

Curried Chickpeas and Kale

2 Tbs ghee or vegetable oil
1 1/2 cups chopped onions
4 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 tsp cumin
3 cups chopped kale or 1 pkg frozen chopped spinach
1 1/2 Tbs curry powder
1 tsp ground ginger
1 tsp ground coriander
1 1/2 cups vegetable broth
3 cups cooked chickpeas
1 cup chopped tomatoes
1/4 tsp salt or to taste

Combine all ingredients in your crockpot and let it cook on low 7 to 8 hours, or on high for 4 hours.

Or perhaps you would like this:

Curry-Spiced Lentils And Spinach

1 1/2 tsp curry powder
1/2 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp turmeric
1/4 tsp cayenne
1 medium onion — chopped
2 garlic cloves — crushed, minced
1 cup lentils — rinsed
1/4 cup converted rice
1 10-oz package chopped spinach, partially thawed and broken up
2 cups vegetable broth (or chicken broth if desired)
Salt to taste
Chopped tomato and mint for garnish — if desired

Combine first 11 ingredients in the crockpot. Cover and cook on LOW for about 6 hours, or until rice and lentils
are tender but not mushy.

Add salt to taste; serve garnished with chopped tomato and mint if desired. May be doubled.

Serves 2 to 3 main-dish servings.

Bon appetit!

WM

“How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward.”
– Spanish proverb

My little tiny son started kindergarten today. I am crying.

wm

I’ve watched General Hospital since I was 12 years old. Is that wrong? Is it wrong to have a favorite soap? I’m a housewife, what am I supposed to do — wax the floors? I’m sure you have a bad habit or two yourself, do not judge me. I tivo it, so I can skip the commercials and the boring parts. Lately? Nothing is boring. It’s been good.

My daughter, today, assessing what it is I do all day: “You don’t do anything. You write on the computer. You talk on the phone. Yeah, and you watch your soap. Once in awhile you cook. That’s it!”

me, thinking it over: “I sometimes take you to school.” (more…)

You’ll find a post from me that will make you itch if you click here.

My better half, in Willamette Week (our town’s weekly) here. Foghat? Take a look if you haven’t already.

PPS loses $1.1 million (or more)? I misplace my keys occasionally, and my mind, but that much money? No, I keep an eye on money.

I sometimes wonder why we’re all here. Well, I wonder why you’re here, at any rate. I know why I’m here. I’ve been here since 4:45 a.m. But what brought you here? My insight? Political intrigue? My finely-tuned wit? Apparently it’s all that… and my recipe for refrigerator pickles. And then there’s the Volcano Cake. (Always in the top five.)

Fine then, fine! I can handle it! You’re in it for the recipes. Thirteeners and Usual Suspects, here are 13 recent searches that brought people to Wacky Mommy, Inc.

1) refrigerator pickles (you will be happy with this recipe)

2) wacky mommy (here I yam)

3) chocolate volcano cake (you will be happy with this recipe, too)

4) breastfeeding movie scene (I got nothin’)

5) fuck my neighbor (to this I say, “No, fuck my neighbor. Please, fuck both my neighbors.”)

6) you just never know whats going to happen in vail (that’s what I’m saying! Who would have thought Vail would be so unpredictable?)

7) husbandry book review (was the author searching for this? If he finds it, he won’t like it.)

8) crack smokin kitty pettin (Wacky Mommy is all for it)

9) mommy sex (I’m all for that, too)

10) yo gabba gabba shirts (Rock Star Mommy, can you help?)

11) germaine greer princess diana (Germaine Greer can kiss my ass.)

12) pineapple upside down cake with cake mix (yes! You can thank my granny)

13) dirty sluts (sure)

Other searches: my nekkid wife; the tillamook fairies (???); crabs public lice french (forget those private lice — we’re all about public domain over here); oh ya mommy (finally, someone who isn’t telling me “no,” just say “yeah…”); my sexy neighbor (no, my sexy neighbor); girls with see through shirts in the rain (guilty as charged); witchi-tai-to (yay, Jim Pepper!); sexy mommy (thank you); lactation nazi (not here); drunk mommy (sure)…

and…

Wait! We have more! offit vaccinated review (somehow, I think they’re not going to be excited about this review, either); p diddys macaroni and cheese recipe (heh heh heh); neighbors naked (it never fails. Get creative ya’ll, would you?).

See you next time!

WM

“Two of this baby equals one of yours!” — nurse in the hospital, holding up a five-pounder next to my daughter’s bassinet

Ten pounds two ounces of baby love! That was you, Wacky Girl. Happy birthday, sweetie — you’ll always be my big girl.

love,

Mama

I have a new post up at Grasshopper… Stop by and please say hidee-ho if you do. I wrote it when I had an extremely high fever. You should enjoy it.

You know who else writes for Grasshopper? Busy Mom. Slouching Mom. Chantal. And a whole buncha other nice people. So now you have even more to read!

Did you want me to do a Q&A with myself again? I know you love those. OK, I will!

Q: When do you start teaching Sunday school?
A: Next week!

Q: Are you prepared?
A: Ha! Ha! That’s precious… “prepared”… that’s cute.

Q: When do the kids go back to school?
A: To paraphrase Snuffleupagus: “Not soon enough, Bird.”

Q: Are you feeling better?
A: No. Lymph nodes: swollen. Fever: up. Wine: I’m drinking it, West Nile be damned.

Q: What time is it there?
A: Um. Hammertime? It’s 9 o’clock on the nose. The children are in bed — Wacky Girl’s slumber party was last night and they were crazeee, those children. They all went home with their own parents, thank you JESUS and now my two are exhausted.

Q: What did Wacky Girl get for her birthday?
A: So far? More Littlest Petshop, amazingly enough! Since that’s what she asked for! And my mother spoils her rotten!

me: “Mom, you used to know how to say ‘no.’ I remember that clearly. ‘No, you cannot have more money.’ ‘No, I will not buy you beer.'”
Mom: “But I don’t need to say no to them! Do they need some beer?”

Also, Babysitters’ Club books (I requested those. How much do I love that they’re not in plastic wrap with those teeny-tiny clear rubberbands? Why must they be clear and impossible to see? Fucking Hasbro YOU SUCK). My sister bought them, God love her.

my sister: “Jesus, Mom told us no all the time. What happened to her?”
my mom: “Kids, you want more cake? And ice cream? There’s lots more, here.”

Jeebus loves you, Wacky Sister!

Over and out. Motrin and wine: A winning combination! (My liver: owwwwie…)

(Edited Sunday a.m. to say: We watched “This Film is Not Yet Rated” last night and it was great. Go rent it or buy a copy.)