Children, Oh How Unique They Are

I have decided to share with the world what I went through, and am going through with my children. I won’t mention them by name. If you know them, please do not comment with their real names.

I have spent the last eight years dealing with numerous little things some mom’s get to skip out on speech delays, allergies, colic, possible Aspergers, and always questioning what is going on with them. They aren’t typical children, but they also aren’t abnormal. I’m sure most mom’s recognize their kids fall in between certain lines, and these are just my recounts of how I struggled and coped.

I wanted to put this out there, because for me I lost my mom nearly eight months to the day before her first grandson was born. I was told I’d never likely have children, and I looked at him as her last gift, maybe she sent him to help fill the void. I don’t really know, but I do know my mom was the mom who would have held many of the answers to my issues/questions with my children. She simply wasn’t there, she couldn’t be. While this should have broken my heart and while it does sadden me, I know having her in my life when I did gave me much of the knowledge and strength it took to deal with what you will read in my stories.

Without her, it was hard to piece together, and work nearly alone on many of these issues. I’d like to think that these recounts may help some of the moms out there who have children with similar issues. I wanted there to be an example of how children even in the same home can be so similar, but so different. How even though there are days you think you’re falling apart it does honestly get better, and sometimes the rewards is tremendous.

Life was not intended to be easy, and when it came to my kids for a long time it was far from it. For the mom’s who quickly realized children are not always what you think they are, sometimes they’re even better…

Under pages are three tales. One for each child on developmental issues, and one for a whole ‘nother batch of hell.

Case One: Bubba
Case Two: Bubby
Colic, Genius, And Allergies- My Worst Nightmare Recognized.

Forgotten, by Cat Patrick

This last weekend my husband and I took a semi-romantic-semi-business trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. For us it is around a four and a half hour drive or so. Anticipating the lovely suite up for grabs via a sales point contest, and my hubby frankly, being the top salesman at his company, I took the book Forgotten by Cat Patrick, her debut novel, with me for either the drive or the hours I’d spend in the jacuzzi tub located in said suite while the husband played golf half the day.

I read the book on the drive home, and fell in love with Luke, the boy the lead character London Lane is faced with most of the story. I suck at actual book reviews, but I will say this, it kept me turning pages so fast I was home in about an hour mentally. It has a semi-resolving ending. It’s one of those that you really like you get certain factors, but linger on wanting more. I did question some small items that are those questions you’re not supposed to ask, so I won’t- they aren’t story-killers. Outside of that it was a read that I wish had a follow up, but her website says she likes where it ends.

I heart Luke. I adore London and her story. I wish when I was in my ‘mom haze’ I had thought of something this intriguing to write. I completely remember not remembering half my day.

Congrats Cat on a great book, I hope to read Revived soon as I am currently 16th in position. I may be purchasing it before it shows up at the local branch.

With that said here’s the info for the book from Cat’s site.

Past. Present. Future. Which matters most?

Each night when 16 year-old London Lane goes to sleep, her memory of that day is erased. In the morning, all London can “remember” are events from her future and the people who will play a part in it. In order to get by, London relies on reminder notes and a trusted friend to navigate relationships and high school life. Adaptable by nature, she tries to view her memory loss as a fact of life rather than a condition. But when London starts experiencing disturbing flashbacks, or flashforwards, as the case may be, she realizes that in order to understand her present and her future, she must solve the mystery of her past.

Pancakes for Kids

Today in adventures of cooking at Megan’s house we made pancakes. This is an easy recipe, its on the back of the box. We use that fancy Bisquick stuff in a hurry. From scratch are yummy too especially with classy vanilla, but anyhow today we just worked with what we had seeing as I had two STARVING! kids. Heaven forbid mommy gets to sleep in a few times over the summer.

So, what makes these unique is merely the toppings. If you’ve ever needed something fun to do with pancakes for kids try Goober-cakes, we applied the PB/Jelly mix of weirdness over the top with a dash of powdered sugar. I would have made a face with say bananas, but this was Bubby’s cake and frankly he is a not an explorer in eating, if it isn’t shredded cheese or bread you can pretty much expect it’s your lucky day of the year if he eats it, so banana on the side. He only ate few since they were sliced, my bad. Picky Goober-butt, hence the Goober-cake…

Moving on the next was Nutella with bananas and powdered sugar. Same basic thing Nutella first, then banana, and sugar. Now keep in mind that Nutella had a class action recently settled because of false advertising about it being on the healthy side. In minimal yep, it’s alright just like PB, but don’t go slathering it on if you’re health conscious, this is mostly for flavor and fun. 😉

Interested in the class action case? The claim deadline has passed, but here’s the info just in case you were curious.

Omelets Today

Today we used up more of our sausage and made some omelets. Bubba’s was sausage and cheese, but he ate it all up. Mine had anaheim peppers, bell peppers, sausage, cheese, and was topped with sriracha. I would have added fresh chilis, but they weren’t quite ready. I plucked all the veggies from my own garden, added flavor bonus- DELISH!

I haven’t mastered omelets by any means, sometimes they are easy, and sometimes they seem like they are destined to laugh at your flipping abilities. However, my magic recipe is easy I figure two eggs per omelet. I generally prep it in a liquid measuring cup for easy pour. Add a little milk to desired consistency, I’d say I add somewhere around 1/2 cup per 4 eggs. That’s easy enough yes?

Next touch of omelet magic truly comes in having a good pan. I have this small one that is Emeril brand non-stick. On top of that, I use my Misto, I am in love with this. If you haven’t picked one up it sprays olive oil, and is perfection for spraying pans! Once you have your egg mixture, make sure you have your added veggies, meat, and cheese chopped and ready to go. Turn stove to medium heat and spray the pan with enough to slightly saute your veggies and meat (leave any tomatoes for later or have soggy tomato). Once they put off a good scent and are a little tender add your egg mixture (I divided my 4 egg mixture in half to get these two omelets,) and toss in the tomatoes then. Cook your omelet by pulling the edges up and allowing the liquid mixture to tip underneath. This gives it a thicker base for flipping later. Keep this up until it seems mostly cooked through, you may have to adjust the heat down or up depending on your stove. Once you you have used a spatula to release the sides and some of the bottom edge ensuring it is not sticking to pan you may attempt the fancy flip or just use a large spatula to flip it. If you really make a mess next time try cutting in half and just flipping one side at a time. Once flipped, add some cheese if you like and allow to cook for a minute or two. Slip onto plate folding it in half, and bingo! You have an omelet. Easy peasy, no?

Sidenote: If you use garden fresh veggies consider omitting any salt and pepper that a lot of us generally add to many dishes as the flavor should burst in this type of dish. But I do like my peppers, and I will use black pepper when it occurs to me to.

Cheesy Hashbrown Casserole

This is just a thrown together version of a classic, Cheesy Hashbrown Casserole. I prepped this the same time I made my stromboli to use up sausage. 😉


  • Thawed bag of hashbrowns (plain or o’brien).
  • Can of chicken broth, or I used cheese soup.
  • 1 cup of sour cream.
  • 1 cup or so of sausage precooked.
  • 1-2 cups of shredded cheese.
  • 2 cups or if you like crunchy spuds more Cornflakes.
  • 1-2 tbsp. of melted butter.

Heat oven to 350.
Lay out hashbrowns in 13×9 dish.
Mix soup, sour cream, sausage, and cheese, and cover the spuds.
If you prep early stop here, cover, and refrigerate.
If you go on, top with cornflakes- a nice even layer, then drizzle the melted butter over the top.
Bake it for about 30 min. until golden and bubbly- may take more like 40 min. depending on your oven.

Happy Eating!

Sunday’s Dinner “Pizza” Stromboli!

I haven’t posted in awhile, but have come up with some fun things to twist in that will keep me posting more. This for instance is what was on the dinner plate Sunday. My mom made a version of this years ago that was so heavenly my family would practically gorge on it. I will have to dig for her recipe, now that she’s passed it’s one of the many little things you realize is lost.

My freehand recipe is as follows.

  • 3 bags of GV (Great Value) Pizza Dough .50 cents each! woo hoo- Prepare as instructed.
  • Pizza sauce. (Sam’s Ragu (not my fave, but tolerable) at just under 4 dollars a gallon freeze the excess-use to taste.)
  • Toppings, we used pepperoni ($6 at Walmart (2pkgs- My 5 yr. old will eat the other package) and sausage ($5 and some small change at Sams, use some for this, reserve some for tomorrow’s omelet AND dinner (Cheesy Hashbrown Casserole))
  • Mozerella (we bought the 2lb package at Sams for just over $5, we used one package for this. Freeze/reserve the other for an italian pasta casserole, lasagna, or cheesy garlic bread for spaghetti or whatever.- use traditional amounts for pizza or and this is where it gets good, as much as you freaking like as long as you know what too much is!

Heat oven to 350.
Roll out rested dough onto a floured large pastry mat or floured counter top to around 1×2 feet.
Spread some sauce on it, sprinkle the cheese, and add your toppings(cook the sausage first!) and hope you’re good at rolling it.
Roll it up like you would homemade cinnamon rolls and seal the ends.
Place seal down on greased sheet, spray with olive oil or not and bake for 20-40 min let it golden up nice, some stuff may cook out, no worries just make sure it’s cooked through.

We made two loaves (six bags of dough not the three), and came in around $23 for enough to eat off of for about a week. Hubby will take some to work for lunch and to share with coworkers. I now have lunch for the week and enough supplies to make more meals! You can easily figure how to skim this down to less for only one loaf, but 3 bags of GV dough is perfect for one loaf, that’s the only real trick. 🙂

Happy Eating!

Why, oh why does querying agents make me nauseous?

I swear my eyes cross as I stare at the email draft ensuring the name and to box are addressed accordingly. My knees turn to mush and my brain seems to sizzle out of confidence, and yet I still click that magical, can never take it back ‘send’ button. Why?

I’ve never published before and until recently, if you can call the last two years recent enough, have never had the urge to try. I was happily confined to the realm of fan fiction living off the ‘awesome chapters’, the ‘you must really know what love is’, and the ‘you should pen a script.’ It was a blissful youth in amateur writing for me, and I appreciate everyone who took the time to read something as meaningless and silly as some of my former dribble was. I had no idea how to formulate dialogue, and still I had fans. Then again, maybe I was just bidding my time in finding a great personal story outside of characters already in existence.

It honestly just hit me when they found me. I’ve been told writing like that does not happen without a stronger force behind it coming from somewhere. Though, that’s no testament to how skilled my actual writing is, but I firmly believe I have a lovely story in my head that is dying to find circulation.

At times when I do my reading vs writing and tune out the voices inside my head pleading with me for more of the spotlight, I find comparisons easy. No, not the kind that makes me feels as though I’m copying styles or characters, and possible plot, but more that feeling if they can do it so can I.

I’ve been following my twitter. I now follow many agents, some I’ve been rejected by already, some who eventually will reject me, or quite possibly see the thing I’m clinging to that makes my story special and finally write me something more positive.

In my experience the no’s I have received, even the form ones, have all come with a positive energy attached. I was terrified of being told no, but in afterthought I sort of rejoiced in it. No, means you’re welcome to keep trying, and to move on. Most have been gracious enough to wish me luck, even gave me a ‘while I find your ideas interesting’ and then a resounding no attached. Once I got over the initial ‘oh damn’ moment I celebrated at least I’m trying.

Maybe I’ll never get picked up and all this worry and concern will have been a wasted effort, but you know sometimes whether you’re great at something or not, if you believe in it you need to pursue it. So I am. I just wish it was easier not becoming lightheaded and woozy as I browse the blogs and twitters to the agents I find would possibly be interested.

How do you cope with the unnecessary anxiety of waiting? I mean what’s the worst they can say? No? I fully don’t expect an agent to come to me with I’m a freaking moron and should just give up now, and they haven’t yet.