My conscious can’t let me go more than 30 days without writing. My goal initially was every other days. Pssshhhh, right. The realization I came to last night was this: I love this blog and I love Pinterest and I still have it set at my homepage, but if I were to rank it (this blog) in order of importance in my life, it falls right below “Dorthy”, our (third) Beta fish. Who was a lovely goodie bag gift at an Elmo birthday party. (One in which I STRONGLY suggested Dorthy as a goodie bag gift…..well didn’t that come right back and bite me in the ass?) And the only reason why Fishy takes precedence over my blog is because Fishy is LIFE and I am a somewhat compassionate human being. Somewhat.* But both are relatively LOW on the totem pole of my life, fishy is just about dead right now.
Fishy the fish is actually Dorthy the Fish, the Second** (There was an original Dorthy, aka, Foggy.) And then it’s named changed strangely, when Foggy died and the replacement fish was brought in, in a covert operation, his name changed to Fishy.
Because I can tell you honestly that Foggy/Fishy/Dorthy the First, died because of my negligence. Yep, my fault. But SERIOUSLY, isn’t it enough that I keep alive a husband, two children, two dogs, and a cousin? I MEAN REALLY? A FISH? Good thing we have a Pet Smart discount in our family now.
Also, I am not sure where this blog is going, but I made these this week and they were a hit!
Don’t laugh, you put anything in a muffin tin and a toddler will put it down! And I load my meatloaf up with veggies so I didn’t worry about how much they were actually consuming. (Because my 1 and 3 year olds can eat more than me!) This pin wasn’t so much about the recipe (because I used my own, which really isn’t my “own” but more so a bunch of stuff kind of tossed in willy nilly) but more so the concept. Really, you’re just scooping meat mixture into muffin tins and baking. Takes less time, the meat muffins (as Matt wanted to call them, ew) cook more even when they are distributed into muffin tins, and lastly it is SO MUCH MORE fun to eat them this way. Ask any kid (or me, or my family.) Plus, we had a TON left over for sandwiches the entire week. Meatloaf sandwich anyone? YUM!
annnnnd, that’s all I have time for today. Seems as if a certain, once angelic, perfect sleeper has gone all Big Boy on me and decided that naps are for the weak and that he shall have none of it. Well now, you want to take on that battle with me? This is one that I will not lose (but I may lose my mind battling it.) Wish me luck….
*I am not compassionate about rabbits. I despise rabbits and when I hit one with my truck the other day, I did feel bad for a fleeting moment and then I thought…”Ha ha you little F-er, at least that’s one less rabbit that will eat my flowers or KILL MY LAWN!” This way of thinking typically goes against every fiber of my being.
**You might have noticed that I said it was our third Betta fish, but Dorthy the Second (or probably not…but….) We had a prior Betta fish named IZZE, back in 2011. You might be able to guess where she ended up.