Potatoes, Potatoes, Potatoes!!

A recent Sunday brunch at our house.

So, da boys like the white substance that makes such fabulous Scandinavian greats like Swedish potato sausage and lefse. Chris and Jack can't get enough of that white vegetable, so in addition to lefse and sausage, there are hash browns smothered in more white stuff- Butter! Often, we have in addition to butter on our hash browns, Swiss cheese. Yes, we are OK mixing our ethnic dishes- ha!

Everyone needs a nap after this type of brunch, ya-betcha!

Don't mess with a boy and his potatoes!!

You'd Think Rapunzel Was Here!

I took a good 4 inches off of Graham just now!

I love his long locks, but they snarl a lot and it was time for a new look. We'll likely let him grow it out again. I just wanted to see what a little boy cut might look like on him.

It's not actually straight, but it's doable. I cute Jack's too and I really like the look. His grows so fast and I merely cut the ends, sides and bangs just a little- I did some fancy "layering" cuts. He looks like Andy Gibb a la 1978-CUTE! Well, that's my dream love, so maybe I'm going too far there. It's more Bay City Roller/ a feathered look. It's pretty funky and I like it. He likes that I think it's cool, so maybe therefore he's cool. What do I know, I'm not exactly the picture of hip.

If they let me takes pix, I'll post.

More Beauty

Absolutely stunning!

I'm No Longer The Brewer's Wife!

You can almost hear it crackle in this picture- a thing of beauty!

Yes, it is true. I should say, I'm not longer just the Brewer's Wife, I'm also known as the Baker's Wife! Chris has taken yeast manipulation down a new, tasty path! We've (more like, Chris) pushed around the idea of the "bread in 5 minutes a day" for over a year. We first heard about it on The Splendid Table over a year ago. By chance, Chris' mom gave us the book by Zoe Francios and Jeff Hertzberg for Christmas 2007 and it sat almost untouched until just before this past Christmas. Well, we toyed with the bread ideas again and how to best approach it in our family. We had just the right container to use (I happily turned over my large, round Rubbermaid goodie/cookie container to Chris). We re-read the book and pledged ourselves to try it full-heartily this time. Chris is really the man, I just help with the small details like going out to the grocer when there is a flour emergency! Oh, and I'm on board as the full-time taster, but Jack and Graham have pushed up the ranks and I'm losing the job to the boys. They love the bread and we haven't heard one complaint for "normal bread" in over a month!

I've heard that just about every Row band member has started down the bread baking road as well! Not sure if this is really true, just the story that came down the pike after the last gig Thursday.
Pick the book up at the library (a pretty long line for it at GRRL) or buy it. I'd say we could lend it out, but I think Chris looks at it almost everyday.

Permission to SWEAR!

I went bowling on Saturday night with "the girls" from our family for the (we hope) First Annual NOhMANn Ladies night out.




A fabulous idea put together by my niece Megan!


However, I suck at bowling and should know better than to bowl when I've been trying to heal a herniated disc. But, oh no! I wouldn't stop, even after one round. I went right ahead with the humiliation into a second round. And, at the very last (the very, very last) roll of the night while everyone was watching and I was trying to at least get a higher score than my sister Lucy, I fell on my ASS! Yes! I did!

So, on top of sore hips, aching back already, I throw my back out right there for everyone at Granite Bowl to see. Remember the commercial "I've fallen- AND, I can't get up" ? Oh, my gawd, my sister Lucy tries to pull me off my ass and I'm telling her "NO!" you can't just pull me up, I've thrown my back out!"

So, I'm on my ass, I can't get up and all my sisters, et al are laughing at me and Amy dear is taking a picture of me while Lucy is trying to pull me up. What a disastrous end to a pretty, cool night! I get up there and start crying out of frustration, embarrassment and pain. What a dandy!

I went to the chiropractor yesterday and to my FP today for some muscle relaxants and my wounded pride (what little I have) is being restored little, by little.

So, I asked Chris and the boys everyday if I could have permission to swear! Sunday it was "crap" or "shit", yesterday I asked for "damn!"...today, can I say "Son of a Bitch"? I think after today, things will be looking up, so I won't ask for the "F'Nheimmer tomorrow, I promise.

SON- OF-A-BITCH!