Wishful Thinking
I love fall. Too bad the Northern California weather doesn’t seem to agree with me. Therefore, I will *make* it happen. Even if that means sweating to death in my jeans and adorable flannel shirt, drinking pumpkin lattes when it’s 85 degrees out and burning apple cinnamon candles in my home, despite the a/c running.
So far, none of this has worked. So last Sunday, I pulled out the big guns. It was time to make my momma’s Pumpkin Crunch Cake. Desperate times call for desperate measures, people.
This being the case, I attempted to recall the recipe as best as could, seeing as how my momsie was out of town at the time. Normally, I would just wait to get the correct recipe, but something had to be done about this nonexistent fall season.
I wracked my brain and came up with the main ingredients. Canned pumpkin, yellow cake mix, evaporated milk and BUTTER. Lots and lots of butter.
I also remembered that this was a kind of dump cake, meaning you just mix and bake. Butter and easy? Does it get more *awesome* than that?
So, armed with my foggy memory and cups of butter, I attempted the recipe. Thank heavens, it turned out. Almost as good as my momma’s. Almost.
Pumpkin Crunch Cake
by Sarah’s momma
15 oz. canned pumpkin
10 oz. can evaporated milk
1 c. packed brown sugar
3 eggs
1 t. pumpkin pie spice
1 box yellow cake mix
1 c. butter, melted
1/2 -1 c. chopped walnuts (I used toffee bits as the men folk in my home aren’t fond of walnuts)
Preheat oven to 350 and grease a 9×13 pan. Set aside.
Mix together pumpkin, evaporated milk, eggs, and pumpkin pie spice. Pour into greased pan.
Next, sprinkle yellow cake mix over pumpkin mixture. Drizzle melted butter over the yellow cake mix and sprinkle on the walnuts or toffee bits.
Bake @350 for 40-45 minutes.
Eat heartily and with lots of vanilla ice cream.
Weekend Wrap Up
For some unknown fantastic reason, the Soccer Head Haunchos decided to favor me this last week by giving the entire league a bye week. For those of you who haven’t had the life sucked out of you by sports, this is a fancy way of saying we had the weekend off. That’s right. NO games. An entire Saturday all to myself with no obligations to get anybody, anywhere. It was glorious.
So, I spent the day doing the following:
Sipping 2 cups of steaming hot coffee. This sounds lame,But considering that I usually inhale said coffee while burning the bejeebers out of my tongue, sipping was sheer bliss.
Taking the boys for a long awaited bike ride. Boys and bikes are always a fun combination.
Surprising bike riding boys with the new Star Wars Lego movie. Because boys can never get enough of Star Wars or Legos.
Sewing in heavenly peace while boys watch said Star Wars Lego movie. (I forgot to mention that this was my *real* motive for the purchase). I was actually able to finish up 3 (yes,3) new market bags for the shop. To be listed this week…
And finally, sweet talking my hubs into making me an iced vanilla latte. He’s so perfect for me.
So, thank Soccer Haunchos. Thank you for giving me a most rare and precious gift: A day off.
Random Ramblings of a Phantom Blogger.
That’s right. I’ve decided that I’m going to pretend that I can blog again. I do this about once a year, for those of you who haven’t followed my wanderings for long. I tend to go like gangbusters for about 8 months, and then I fall off the face of the earth. Hey. It’s how I roll.
So, now that I’m back, I have to vent just a bit. As many of you know, it’s September. Which means it’s soccer season. Which also means that I lose all control of my free time and schedule. It’s all about practices, games, snack schedules, banners and mud filled cleats.
Having had the 3 boys for a while now, I’m getting used to having my life overtaken by sports. So this is not my rant. My rant is the crazy parents that I’ve had to deal with now for 4 years running. And I have to say, that the longer we’re in the sport, the crazier they get. Let me introduce you to my favorite nutsoid parent this season: SWAT Team Dad.
SWAT Team Dad’s son and my middle boy are on the same team, which means that I’ve had a chance to observe him up close and personal. And it’s not pretty. He’s so intense with this recreational soccer game, that it freaks me out to think about how he must react to really important things like tax season and the toilet overflowing. My favorite quotes from him to his son so far:
“Pick up those feet! We’re not girls!”
“Lap, em’, son! Pass 3 boys and you get an Icee.”
“Put your head in the game!”
“Sprint! You’re faster than that kid!”
“You wanna make money? $1 for every goal you make!”
Did I mention these are 7 year olds? Seriously, Dude. It’s all I can do to sit there, say nothing and not stare. What I really want to do is tell him to take his motivational insults and his Under Armor hat and jump off a cliff. But, in the spirit of sportsmanship and team support, I keep my mouth shut. Thankfully, we have an awesome coach who sends out weekly emails reminding us to do our one job. Cheer.
Game on, SWAT Team Dad.
Curling up
There is an insane storm going on outside. Crazy rain, wind strong enough to blow our spa cover off, and *cold* temperatures that are making this California girl terribly unhappy. I know, I know. Those of you that don’t live in California are laughing at my weakness, but hey, 40 degrees is down right frigid to us. So go easy on me.
Weather like this makes me want to curl up in a ball on the couch with a good book. And I like to stay in that ball for the remainder of the day. So that’s what I plan on doing today. I’ve taken stock of the books I’m reading and thought I’d share them with you. It’s always cool to see what other people are reading and get some good ideas for the next rainy day read-in. I am a multi-book reader, by the way. I have to have at least 3 books going at once. It drives my husband crazy. So here they are:
1. Emma by Jane Austen – I’ve read this so many times, and yet I’m reading it again. And I’ll read it again next year, and the year after that, and the year after that, and the year after that…
2.Henry and the Paper Route by Beverly Clearly – Okay, okay. This isn’t really my book, but I’m reading it with Max and we both are enjoying it *immensely.* If you have boys, or have been a boy, you will end up loving Henry.
3. O Pioneers! by Willa Cather – I bought this about a year ago, right after I read My Antonia. I do love the way she describes the characters in her books and how she’s not afraid to let them have flaws.
4. Abraham Lincoln by Carl Sanburg – Not for the faint of heart. This book is my attempt at continuing education, and while I’m learning *tons* I can only take it in small doses. So, with that being the case, I should finish it in the year 2025.
So, what are you reading? I’m always looking for new books to add to my ever growing ‘to read’ list. That’s the list that for every one book I read, I add six new ones. So, share your faves, peeps! And happy reading.
Home, Sweet Mess
I have become obsessed with home decorating blogs. There. I said it. I love perusing them, ohing and awing over the creativity and resourcefullness I see. But along with the inspiration comes conflict. I’m always envious of the pictures of nice, clean, organized rooms, with everything put in it’s place. I’m envious because that’s how I wish my house was. Not that my house is dirty or anything. I *am* after all, a self confessed neat freak. So while dirt isn’t an issue, clutter is. And for one reason only.
I am a mother.
Sarah Dawson Photography
Who would have thought that these three angelic creatures would wreak havoc on the home? Don’t believe me? I have proof. I walked through my home this morning, shooting pictures of all the chaos that lay in the wake of these three and as painful as this is, I’ve decided to swallow my pride and share them with you. Here goes:
Kitchen Playmobil explosion
Close up of the carnage
Monster Truck Madness
Sling shot. Notice the fingerprints on the table? *Sigh*.
More kitchen mayhem
The mess even found it's way into my private sanctuary.
I share these pics with you in hopes that I will give some of you peace through your clutter. I have spent years trying to follow the hurricane around cleaning up the destruction left in it’s wake. But to no avail. I’ve made my peace with the clutter and now have employed a way that keeps everyone happy. Baskets. The best invention. Ever.
Wise, wise fortune cookies
I can find inspiration in many unusual places. Case in point: fortune cookie ‘fortunes’. Those Panda Express philosophers really know what they’re talking about.
Panda Express Wisdom
What about you? What’s inspired you lately?
Resolutions?
I think not. I’ve never been one to list goals that I know for a fact I won’t achieve. Why set myself up for failure? But I do like the idea of reflection. Reflection on the year that’s past, and a look ahead to the year that’s beginning. I like to imagine where I will be 365 days from now. So I guess I’m naming this my list of New Year’s Reflections for 2010.
1. I’m not a fan of change. Our move from Los Angeles made this reflection apparent. I’m adjusting better now, but I like things the way I like them and when that’s interrupted, I panic.
2. Parenting gets harder as you go. Whoever says otherwise isn’t doing their job. I’m just saying.
3. 30 is the new 20. And it’s *awesome*. I’m loving my 30’s waaaaay more than I enjoyed my 20’s.
4. Chocolate really does make everything better. I learned this by eating half a pan of brownies one night.
5. It’s the little things that count. Like when my husband brings me my favorite bottle of wine home from work. He doesn’t even have to ask to know that I’ve had a hard day.
6. Life’s too short not to enjoy my food. I’m tired of worrying about calories. Not that I’m giving myself license to go crazy, but I’m going to have a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo and eat it heartily. Guilt free.
7. The dishes can wait. This one may seem lame to some of you, but for a neat freak like me, it was a revelation.
8. The older I get, the more I realize I don’t know anything. Funny how even just 10 years ago, I considered myself pretty wise. Soooooo not so.
9. I *adore* all things pretty. Another one that may seem lame, but I have to say, it gave me freedom to realize this. I always felt like my desire to paint my house pretty colors and decorate with awesome fabrics was a frilly,uneccessary thing. Not true. It’s very necessary and I make no excuses. So there.
10. I find inspiration in the oddest places. Paint chips, a cheesy greeting card, the thread organizer on my wall. I’ve learned not to question where the inspiration comes from, but to take advantage of it. It all makes me happy and produces a desire to make something pretty.
Here’s to many more lessons learned in 2011. Happy New Year’s, everyone!
Remember Me?
Yep, I’m the girl who used to run this blog. No, I didn’t fall of the face of the earth, but I did do something that’s pretty darn close to that.
I moved.
Need I say more? For those of you who have undertaken a move, you know exactly what I mean. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of moving, believe me when I say that it’s one of the most disruptive things your life can under go, right up there with having a child. My husband received a transfer in February of this year, and after spending 5 1/2 great years in Los Angeles, we moved back home to the Sacramento area. And while we will always cherish our time in L.A., it was time to go back home. With our family located here, it was a good idea to get back so the boys could grow up knowing what it’s like to have everybody close by. And even though the whole process was a hassle and headache, it was *totally* worth it.
The living room on moving day. Man, I'll miss those floors!
Even though we were excited about the move and ready to get into a house that was more suited for a family of 5 with growing boys (the 1330 sq. feet was a tight fit) it was with heavy heart that I said good bye to my cute 1950’s home in San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles. Scott and I had put a lot of love into that house in 5 years, and it actually hurt to leave it behind. I was so thankful that we sold it to a sweet couple who loved it just as much as we did.
The house we bought up in the Sacramento area,(Roseville, to be exact) is *slightly* bigger than the house we had in L.A. Um. Okay. It’s actually quite a bit bigger. Like, 3700 sq. feet. Yeah, I know. It seems like overkill, and I would just sound stupid if I told you that it doesn’t feel that big. But, really, it doesn’t . Anyway, the house was a foreclosure. Those of you who have ever dabbled in real estate know what I mean when I say, ‘foreclosure’. It’s just a fancy name for ‘fixer’. And my gosh, was this house ever in need of some love. I don’t know if the previous owners were lion tamers, and let their pets roam the house, or if their children were raised as wolves. Either way, the carpet and the walls were *disgusting*. How some people can live like that is beyond me. So, with lots of ideas, determination and thick rubber gloves, we are attacking this house and making it our own. It’s my hope that I can stick with this blog often enough to update all of you faithful readers (you 3-4 know who you are!) and show you all of our lovely progress. It’s gonna be awesome and exciting! Really, it is. To make sure you are intrigued and stick around, I’m going to give you all a little teaser. Here is the before pic of our living room. Nasty, huh? I promise the after pic in couple of days. Ooohh, can you handle the suspense?
The living room, before. Can you say 'Ewww' ?
So, with that, I will sign off for now, with high hopes of returning soon with lots of before and after pics of the new house, as well as updates on our daily exploits which involve the boys, homeschooling, owning a business and all that jazz. Cheers!
Allow myself to introduce…
myself. I am a wife, mother, seamstress, designer, self-proclaimed coffee addict, lover of anything vintage/retro, friend, chick flick watcher, and soon to be homeschooling teacher. Yikes.
My hubby/best friend and I have been married for almost 7 years (our anniversary is next month) and we have 3 crazy boys. Older is 5 1/2, Middle is 4, and Youngest is 2 1/2, and yes, I have my hands full.
Me and my studly guys...
I know life is busy right now, but I decided it wasn’t quite busy enough. I recently started up my own business, selling purses and handbags that I design. My love for fabric, retro design and sewing is finally starting to pay me back a bit. My shop, Hands Full Creations, is still in the early stages, but it has taken off faster than I had originally thought. But more on that later…
In conclusion, I’d really like this blog to be all about, um, me. Me and what I like. As a mother, I don’t get much to myself anymore. My time, my sleep, my food and my thoughts are usually taken over by those I love the most. This blog is my precious ‘my-time’. I can’t wait to discuss things like crafting, cooking, family, and buying handmade with the likes of you awesome bloggers. I’m really looking forward to getting to know all of you!
My Hands Full 