Friday, February 29, 2008

Salsa from Cans

One thing that I can eat every single day is chips and salsa. I especially love homemade salsa. Unfortunately I am as white as you can get and I suck at making it! I have tried several recipes and I can never seem to get it right. It's usually the consistency that I don't get right. I like mine to be a little more watery and not so chunky and it is a lot easier to say how I like it, than it is for me to do it.A while back I got a super easy recipe for salsa. I have made it once, but I think I took it to something so I never really ate it. On Valentine's the kids at school were having games and food and I thought I would contribute with some chips and salsa. Plus, what better way to help the raging horomones on a day like V-day then to supply the 7th graders with bad breath? Some of you may think that they are only 7th graders so they can't seriously have valentines, but you have no idea....

Anyway, this turned out pretty good. The kids loved it. Surprisingly the kids that liked it most were the mexican kids (please all you anonymous readers of my blog who have felt the need to comment in the past, I do NOT mean this in any way shape or form as a racist/rude or whatever comment) who get it at home all the time! You know that if they liked it, it must not have been half bad.
Here's what you need:
1 bunch of green onions
1 can (yellow) of El Pato
2 cans Rotel original (make sure you don't get the hot)
2 cans Rotel w/ Limon

Dice up onions and put in food processor or blender with the can of El Pato. Blend until onions are obliterated. Next add in your Rotell. I do 2 cans at a time (one original and one with the Limon). Blend until it reaches the consistency you like. Serve with chips!

This recipe definetly has a kick to it without even getting the hot rotel, so be safe until you have tried it! After I had poured mine into a bowl I even added about 1/2 cup of water and mixed it in with a spoon just to add more and make it not so hot. It really is good, but if any of you have other recipes for salsa I am up for trying new ones, even if I suck at it, I will try it once.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

15 Weeks and Growing

I know that getting bigger is part of the whole deal that comes with being pregnant, but I have been really hoping to not show right away because there will be plenty of time for that later. I have really started to feel the changes of late, and not been so thrilled with it. First of all, I am not such a small girl anyway. I have never had a little teeny tiny waist like some people (cough cough Erin) and so it's been like, "well is that your own personal fat, or is that from the baby?" Plus, just down the hall from me at work is Suzanne (baca) Hancock, who is about a month ahead of me and looking awesome. I know it's changing because every once in a while I can feel a breeze coming up under my shirt...that's gotta mean that I am sticking out, right?

While feeling sad about showing already I got some nice compliments that made me feel so good, so I have to document it because I give myself only about 4 more weeks before I look more like a balloon.

Last week while in the valley at the play offs for basketball I ran into an old class mate. She told me I was looking good. She asked if I had lost weight and I told her not at all. She then said, "no really, when you walked in I thought to myself Taytum looks good like she's lost weight." So I told her I was actually a few months pregnant and she couldn't believe it. I don't know if she was totally lying when she complimented me, but it was just what I needed.

That same night this guys looked at me with a funny look on his face and said, "Aren't you pregnant?" while looking at my baby region. I guess he didn't think I looked like it. I was on cloud nine.

Then at work this week this teacher was walking out to lunch and she said, "Why are you skinny?" She totally threw me off and I told her, "I'm not." She then asked if I had already had a baby and I told her no. She said she couldn't wait for me to start getting a belly. I told her I could, but thanks for making me feel good.

Obviously, I can see the changes more than anyone, but I know I don't look the same. I asked Trevor, "Don't you think that's my own fat still?" But he said it was more baby. I have been so self concious because I am at such an in between stage, but it's not going to last for very much longer. I suspect that I will soon be writing about some rude person that feels the need to tell me I'm huge or that I look like I am carrying twins but for now, I figured I better write these moments down so I can look back at this.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Gotta Play Catch-up

Things have been crazy busy here. Not only have we been out of town a ton, but just super busy. Birthdays in both our families have happened, Trevor's coaching has seemed to take on a life of it's own because we are going for the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP today, and I have been majorly sick! Once things settle down I'll catch-up on everything that has happened, but for now we are just letting you know we are alive but maybe just a little bit worn out at the moment!

Sunday, February 10, 2008

No Glowing Here

I have heard that pregnant women have a glow about them. I don't know if that is a pile of crap, or if that simply does not apply to me.

Lately I feel more like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. I don't have a tail that I am always losing, but I definitely have lost my brain half the time. I can go into a room for something and just from the walk from the couch to the bedroom I don't remember what the heck I am doing. I feel like I am simply going nuts more and more each day.

The other matter is this whole glowing thing. There is not even a little shimmer radiating from me. I am super excited about this baby....but no glowing, shimmering, sparkling, NOTHING. Once again, this is where the whole Eeyore thing comes into play. I have this perpetual cloud hanging over my head. It's not that I am grumpy or sad all the time, but my patience is very thin and I can cry at the drop of a hat. When you can cry during American Idol's first week of try-outs you have issues. The poor kids at school really get the brunt end of things. If you could put patience on a scale of 1 to 10- 1 being bad 10 being good- I'd like to think I used to be an 8 and a half to maybe a 9. Not anymore, I'm pretty sure I'm at a 4. In fact, I got more mad at a fellow employee the other day I could have punched her. I honestly can say I have never been so mad at someone I work with.

I know most women don't feel attractive at this time, but I really don't at all. Even at this early stage. Warning for all---do not call me Preggo! I hate that. I am not a spaghetti sauce. I have a baby growing in me, and I don't have the patience or a glowing body/attitude to deal with that particular comment.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Unrequited Love?

Okay, maybe unrequited love is a little bit of an exaggeration but let me tell you about the other night.

We get home from basketball games the other night and it is freezing and dark outside. Trevor hurried in, but I just happened to notice this patch of clean untouched snow in light from our porch. I decide to leave Trevor a little message.

Pretty soon Trevor comes out and says, "What are you doing?" then he really looks and sees what I have written and gets this look on his face and says, "You're retarded." It was one of those moments like when you are a kid and your mom does something to purposely embarass you. I know Trevor loves me, but I think he would much rather I just give him a hug or a kiss and tell him I love him than broadcast it in some cheesy way.

I guess that's how we are different. I sorta like that lame, out-of-the-movies romantic crap.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Quarter of a Century

You know you are getting old when you have to buy two boxes of candles in order to have enough for your birthday cake. That's right, Trevor just turned 25. He is a quarter of a century old.

Kyle Hauser even told him he was "halfway up the hill." I don't think we ever really feel old, but then when a high schooler says something about your age... it really starts to make you think otherwise!

Trevor's birthday was actually yesterday, but we couldn't celebrate it then because Trevor had to coach. There was an away game in Pinon, which is about 3 hours or more away. Trevor had to leave on the early bus, so he was gone from about 7:30 in the morning until 1:00 in the morning today. The girls called me about a week ago to find out what Trevor's favorite kind of cake was so they could bring him one on the bus. I told them chocolate cake with rainbow chip frosting, and they delivered! They really did bring cake on the bus. They also had cupcakes, and Jaime Hauser bought him a little nerf gun thing from the dollar store, but Jenna Udall had to make sure Trevor knew that SHE picked it out.

I usually try to make a dinner that Trevor either likes or has asked for on his birthday. This year when I asked him what his favorite thing was he said roast. I make roast one way, and his parents make it another, so I had to clarify which one he wanted. He didn't want it my way. Trevor's parents graciously agreed to make dinner tonight, unbeknownst to Trev.

I made cake and told Trevor I thought we could go over to his parents house for cake, and when we got here they had everything all cooked. He was so excited. He had no idea that we were making dinner for him. He had late practice and that threw us all off a little bit, but it worked out just right.

It was a simple bday, and really not much to it, but I think it was a good one. Trevor got to spend it with his favorite person in the whole wide world (cough and his parents and his brother. He got his favorite dinner, money from his parents and mine, a few things to clean the car with (he loves having a clean car....I'm so glad he does too, because I hate cleaning the car, but I love having the car clean), and some candy and a hand held connect four game to keep him entertained when he goes on away games like tommorow.