Layered Greek Dip
1 8oz pkg cream cheese softened
1 TBSP lemon juice
1 tsp dried italian seasoning
3 cloves garlic, minced (oops I forgot this yesterday)
1 1/2 cups prepared hummus
1 cup chopped cucumber
1 cup chopped tomato
1/2 cup chopped, pitted kalamata olives
1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese
1/3 cup sliced green onions (I used chives)
Pita chips

1. Beat cream cheese, lemon juice, italian seasoning & garlic with mixer on medium speed until smooth.
2. Spread cheese mixture into a deep 9 inch pie plate. Evenly spread hummus on top of cream cheese layer. Top with cucumber, tomatoes, olives, feta & onion.
3. Cover & refrigerate 2 – 24 hours. Serve with pita chips. Makes 2 1/2 cups/16 servings.

Dear Crazy Lady With the Stroller,

First I’d like to note that your stroller is very nice. It’s nicer than mine. I’m sure it fits all of your possessions you tote around with you in there very nicely. A clever hauling device if you ask me.

Secondly, I’d like to applaud your routine. I see that you have it figured out. You hit the trash can outside Panera right after the breakfast & lunch crowds assuring that there will be many hidden food treasures for you to scavenge from. Kudos for you to figuring that out. While it grosses me out slightly that you drink directly from the straw of dispensed cups, it also makes me sad to know that you have to live that way. It makes me thankful for what I have.

However, I do have one complaint. The fact that you retrieve cigarette butts from the trash cans, light them up, and puff away repulses me. I’m guessing you don’t live a very nutritious lifestyle (who am I kidding, it’s not as if I’m uber healthy either), but you should be taking care of yourself out there and not putting that into your body. You need all the help you can get.

Take care of yourself out there and I hope someday you find a big wad of cash in one of those bins.

Love,
The Observer

Recent Phone Convo w/ my mom:

Me: (ring ring)
Mom: Hello?
Me: Hello!
Mom: Hello?
Me: Hello!
Mom: Yes, HELLO! I can hear YOU!
Me: Great I can hear you too
Mom: Oh! ok….
Me: So what are you doing?
Mom: Who is this?
Me: Sarah
Mom: Sarah who?
Me: Sarah, your DAUGHTER
Mom: Oh, it didn’t sound like you. Where did you go to eat last night?
Me: Espana
Mom: Where?
Me: Espan…Spain, a restaurant called Spain, it’s a tapas bar
Mom: It’s a topless bar?!
Me: NO!

For the love….

COLIC

August 26, 2010

The last few nights Alister has started being very fussy about the time Santi gets home from work. I feel bad about this because he’s usually pretty good during the day, so all he gets to see is Mr. Cranky Pants.

However, yesterday was very bad. He started crying very early on in the day. At the grocery store in fact. Yes, people were staring at me, but nothing I was doing was soothing him, so I just kept shopping til I had what I needed. It was like that all day.

Then when Santi got home it got worse. He pretty much just screamed until 11 pm. It was awful. I contemplated giving him back. I thought maybe his stomach was hurting, but after he had a really big poop-splosion, he was still crying.

I decided to walk in the backyard with him because he likes the outdoors. I wasn’t really thinking about the fact that it was 10 o’clock at night. Of course a neighbor came out to get her dogs who were barking at us and kept staring at me. I’m sure she thought I was beating our child. I’m still waiting for CPS to stop by. I decided to go inside after that.

Finally after walking the floor some more inside he wore himself out. It was pretty awful. I felt helpless, angry, annoyed, and tired.

He seems MUCH better today. He’s still a little fussy, but he smiled at me this morning, so I guess we’ll keep him.

Rage about the machine

August 26, 2010

The other day my phone rang and I looked at the number like I always do because it was the “I don’t know you” ring tone. I was surprised to see the number belonged to my ex-bestie. Yes, the one I blogged about breaking up with. Anyway, I figured she just hit my number by mistake. She was always kind of technologically challenged. She didn’t leave a message, so that must have been the case.

5 minutes later it rings again. Ok, so it’s not a mistake. What could she possibly want? I started racking my brain about possible angst filled scenarios. Then the voicemail notification pops up.

“Hey Sarah, this is Lena. I just saw in the paper that you and Santi had a baby and wanted to say congratulations, no matter where things stand between us right now. You can call me back if you want.”

Are you serious?!

Of course I immediately start planning what I’m going to say to her and then tell all my friends about how ridiculous this is. Then I took a deep breath and started thinking….

How selfish of her. How selfish of her to think that I WANT to talk to her. As if I’m just sitting around waiting for her to finally call me. This is why I stopped being friends with her in the first place. It was always about me giving her exactly what she wanted and needed and never having that returned.

I have had some major life events take place since I last talked to her. During this time I’ve had some of the most awesome support from TRUE friends that I’ve ever had in my life. I have it pretty awesome right now.

So while I still played the voicemail for my friends after one night of talking about it, I deleted it. I took the power and held my tongue leaving her to ponder.

I’m so adult now….

Don’t worry, I’m sure my mouth will get me in trouble soon enough.

Random Notes

August 6, 2010

1. 1 month with the baby…I think we are still getting used to each other. Some days he tries my nerves and other days he rocks, so I guess he’s alot like me. HA!

2. I googled “how to minimize stretch marks” (yes I got a few) and the 1st two sites that came up suggested the best way to get rid of them was not to get them at all. Oh really asshole? These sites were obviously written by men who never gave birth.

3. I’ve begun to question my up bringing even more as I see the way my parents try to “help” and offer advice. My dad for example was afraid to hold the baby and seemed like he didn’t know what he was doing. Obviously he was a big help to my mom. My mom said she took pills to stop her breast milk (which is why my immune system probably blows) and said that she began giving us rice cereal at 1 month (which probably means 2 weeks) so that we would sleep through the night and suggested I do the same. All of the studies I’ve read say this is a big “no-no” and really does not help your child sleep any more than just breast milk or formula. In fact, Santi’s mom has given me more advice and support and she had no mom to help her through her three births. Thanks mom.

4. I got mastitis. It’s a breast infection. It makes your boobs feel like they are on fire and get a hard lump in them. You get a fever and chills and feel really tired. I just thought it was funny that mastitis has the word “tit” in it. Good stuff. See, that’s me keeping a good attitude about a not so awesome situation.

5. I’ll be on my own next week….I’ll let you know how that works out….hehehehe

Baby Time

July 18, 2010

Well, we had a baby. That’s right. Our little guy joined us on July 7th. Most people want to know how I’m holding up. The truth is I don’t know yet. I must say that I was not one of those ladies who enjoyed being pregnant. It was uncomfortable. I hated not being able to do simple things, like roll over at night.

What I did enjoy, oddly enough, was the giving birth part. The epidural made it much more enjoyable, but I thought it went very quickly and I was told (who knows if this is a lie) that I did a great job. I pushed that sucker out! I was over it. My body immediately felt better! It was nice to be able to roll over at night again.

Of course no one told me about the being sore and mass amounts of bleeding that would follow, but you know. After a couple of days I was able to get around again fairly well.

Have we been tired? Yes. However, it’s a whole different kind of tired. A rush of adrenaline tired. I wake up about every two hours thinking I’ll need to feed him or change his diaper. There have been moments where I’ve been deliriously tired and I don’t think I have it in me to feed him again. (and thank god for abuela who finally figured out that he was not in fact hungry every hour, but had a tummy ache).

I’d be lying if I said there were some nights where I was not very happy and wondered what the heck we got ourselves into. However, there are other times where he makes these adorable faces and looks like he’s about ready to speak to me that make it worth it.

My hubby, friends, and family make it worth it too. They keep me sane. I do have to say that I don’t think I would make it as one of those stay at home moms. There are days when I am very bored and look foreword to Mr. Man going to daycare so that someone else can change all those stinky diapers and my boob can have a break. HA!

I’ve found that making lists helps me pass the days. Even if the list is lame, like check out my favorite websites. Getting dressed and having a plan for the day helps maintain some sense of sanity.

So where do we go from here? Well, first off, I’m not even sure this post makes any sense. It’s a lil all over the place and a bit random, which I’m going to blame on lack of sleep. All I know is that we will take it day by day and probably before we know it he will be off to college.

Still Got It

June 18, 2010

My hubby has been having some pretty bad allergies. His eyes are all red and itchy and he’s been miserable. We both thought it might be a good idea to check into having our ducts cleaned in our new house. You see, the old owners had cats. Santi is allergic to cats. Anyway, we’re hoping this cleaning will help eliminate some of his woes.

I decided on my break I would go out and call the duct magic (err whatever) people to see if they would come out and give us an estimate. There is a ledge around our building that sort of resembles a skirt. I sat down on it and began my call. The duct lady was very nice and she even laughed when I told her that my husband thought our house was trying to kill him and that he was dying.

Anyway, as I’m sitting there some gnarly dude from the skuzzie call center across the street came over. The call center peeps like to use our alley for their smoke breaks.

He gave me the up-down. Now mind you, I’m sitting and sort of leaning over in a way that you probably can’t tell I’m NINE MONTHS PREGNANT, so I’ll give him that. He shouted “hey baby, you wanna give me your number?!”

I leaned back and pointed to my belly as I retorted, “not unless you want to pay child support.” He walked away.

The awesome part is that the lady on the phone heard this and said “did you just get hit on?” I said, why yes, yes I did, and we’re due to have a baby in 3 weeks.

She laughed and laughed.

They’ll be out for our estimate tomorrow.

Perhaps I should start with a bit of a back-story….

As you may or may not know, I’m married to a dude who hails from the country of Argentina. What do you know about it? Well, most people know they speak Spanish (true). Then people will usually go on to peg it as “Mexico”. It’s not. It’s not at all. I would say the food of choice there is steak. In fact, it’s much like Nebraska in some parts. Steak and farmland. I mean, there’s much more to it like the glaciers and mountains, but he comes from more of the steak and farm area. Anyway, I get alot of questions about the food we eat. People like to think we eat “Mexican” food every night (tacos, burritos, you know). Umm, we don’t. In fact, I don’t think he ever even had a bean burrito until he got here and ate at Taco Bell.

Anyway, as you can imagine, it’s hard. Especially for my parents to peg him. They mess up his name and make all sorts of ridiculous remarks about how they never think of him “as that”. I think “that” might mean from Mexico, but I really don’t know. Anyway, a while back my mom and aunt gave him a giant box of frozen burritos that they didn’t want. They made some mention of how he probably liked them because he’s from the south. You know. Oh the things he puts up with. I tried to explain that these did not remind him of home. They didn’t get it. That was probably about 2 or 3 years ago.

SO, this year for his birthday, he received, (WAIT FOR IT), a jalapeño roaster!! WHAT?! I know. We had to laugh. After I asked what it was, I was told that it was the hot new item in the culinary world and that since we like “hot stuff” (we do?) and he “love’s cooking” (he does?) that we would be appreciative of this gift and that it had nothing to do with him being from the south because they don’t think of him like “that”. Actually they think of him as being more Italian with pasta. (Umm what?!)

Anyway, when I asked how she knew we liked hot stuff, she said, because we do and we have ordered fried things at restaurants. Now, we do love the fried things. Jalapeño poppers, has never been one of them. I’ve no idea what she’s talking about.

She has all these crazy ideas in her head about what we like and what we do and I’m confident 99% of them are incorrect. Who knows what she tells people about us. So, you should look for my next cd to drop (according to mom) sometime in August and I’ll see you at the jalapeño festival since I just can’t get enough.

A few things yesterday actually…

1. Maternity Clothes: Panel pants are the suck. They are hot. Now that it’s getting hotter out they are even hotter. This must be what ladies with hot flashes feel like. To add to this are maternity shirts. You can’t just buy x-lg shirts, you have to buy the stupid jacked up in price maternity shirts so that they are long enough to cover the damn panels. Annoying. Oh! and my t-shirts, some of them aren’t quite long enough to cover the panel yet as they have shrunk in the wash (I’m guessing) and the panel pants tend to slide down during the day. Awesome.

2. Labor Stories: Unless you are in a class or I ask you I don’t want to hear it. This is what grinds my gears…
Lady I’ve Never Met: Oh, how far along are you? When is your due date? Do you know what you’re having? Oh, well I had a boy in August and it was hot but he came a month early and I was in labor for 18 hours and nothing was happening so then they took it by c-section and I just couldn’t eat strawberries are you having that?

Um, no I’m not, and thanks for freaking me out. If I wanted to hear about your birthing experience I would have asked. We just met. That’s a bit much. I don’t even know your name. This is way more than strangers should be sharing.

3. Car seat safety class: I am annoyed they charged money for this. Seems like something that should be free. Like on a Saturday at the Wal-Mart or something. Anyway, we had to pay an extra $10 for our 2nd vehicle. WTF?! Anyway, I was TRYING to be responsible and bought 2 bases for the car seats. Turns out our newer cars are not so roomy or maybe we are just too tall. Who knows. However, we probably won’t even be using the bases. ARGH!!! Also, our kid will probably only last in the seat for about 6 months before we have to buy a new one because let’s face it, he’s going to weigh more than 22 pounds in a short amount of time. ARGH!!! Also, they had really nice car seats for the people who can’t afford them and here we are with the one we bought and I’m afraid it’s the wrong size all together. ARGH!!! To top it off the teacher was WAY to intense about getting the seat in TIGHT. We get it. Just show us how to hook it in. We’ll get it tight I promise. But no,  sweat is ROLLING down Santi’s face and she keeps screaming “tighter!!!” I felt like I was watching something, well almost pornographic.

Needless to say I was pretty worn out by these grinding gears at the end of our day. I went to bed pretty early only to be woken up at 3:30 a.m. by Ella because “oh yay” it stormed…again.

Hopefully today will fare better. We’ll see as we have our final breastfeeding class this evening….

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