United States of Motherhood: March 2012

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

For Our Troops: I Give A Shit (Updated)

On this day when my young nephew was just sworn in to the Army and looking at the photos of a friend deployed for the FOURTH time to the middle east, I came upon this letter below. I hope these soldiers don't mind me passing it along because it's emotion is gripping. It made me want to shout to the heavens that we Americans need to get a grip on our priorities as a country:

Dear Mr. Anderson Cooper and CNN (or other reputable news agency),

Although I am sure that you receive thousands of communication attempts per day, I remain hopeful that this letter will cross your desk, or that of an appropriate staff member. My name is Adam Tibble, and I am currently deployed at Camp Bastion, in the Helmand Province of Afghanistan. I am a critical care air transport physician for the US Air Force. My team includes a critical care nurse, Captain Frank Brisendine, and a respiratory therapist, Staff Sergeant Robby Wilson. Together we transport our severely injured soldiers within Afghanistan and onto medical facilities in Germany. The work represents a difficult paradox for us. It is incredibly rewarding and heartbreaking at the same time. The injury patterns inflicted by enemy fire and IEDs (improvised explosive devices) are awe-strikingly severe, and serve to stir emotions rarely experienced by medical personnel.

Just the other day, we flew two critically ill patients to another US hospital within Afghanistan. Following the mission, my team sat, exhausted, eating lunch at an American dining facility. CNN played passively on a television in the background, and a large group of US Marines was positioned on our right. Given the condition of their boots and their aggressive chewing, it was obvious that these guys had just returned from the field “outside the wire.” For 50 straight minutes, CNN’s coverage failed to deviate from the day-old Whitney Houston tragedy. I lifted my eyes up from my food as a handful of Marines were clearing their trays. One Marine leaned back to his buddy after gesturing to the TV and said, “Man, no one gives a shit about what we did yesterday.”


At that moment, I craved for the American public to be informed as much about a Marine’s sacrifice as the life of a music legend. In no way is this letter an indictment of CNN, its coverage, or Ms. Houston. In fact, we scour your website, as it is one of the most respected sources of journalism in the world. Rather, this is a challenge to devote a percentage more coverage to the true heroes in this conflict.

Source: tumblr.com via Renee on Pinterest

For example, our team had the honor of transporting a special forces medic who suffered incredible injury. As pragmatic medical minds, we didn’t necessarily believe in a patient “fighting” for their life. But, this medic changed all of that as he tolerated replacement of his blood volume too many times to count. He made it to Germany to see his family before succumbing to his wounds. He represents a real-life “Saving Private Ryan” story as his brother also lost his life in this nearly forgotten conflict.


Or what about the two US Army PFCs (Private First Class) that we flew on the day of Ms. Houston’s overdose? Each soldier lost two legs and one hand in IED attacks. In total, six limbs were lost in a matter of seconds on February 11, 2012. The American public will never know their names, but will likely know the results of Ms. Houston’s blood toxicity screen. However, we submit that these soldiers are more hero than any rockstar, athlete, or actor that dominates the headlines. We will never know the courage or bravery it takes to join that convoy or be the first to enter that cave, nor will we forget the sacrifice they made for our country. CNN is in the unique position to not let the American public forget, either.

Source: time.com via Scott on Pinterest

Recently, there has been a lot of talk about the 1% and the 99% of America. Less than 1% of the population belongs to this all-volunteer military that has been tested by two wars for over 10 years. The political and foreign policy implications of these conflicts make them hard to understand, and even more impossible to hold the general American public interest. And to be honest, it is sometimes difficult for us to understand as service members. However, these kids still join that convoy and enter that cave, only because of their incredible bravery, commitment, and because America asked them to.

Therefore, in turn, we plead with one of the most respected news agencies in the world to return the favor--to recognize the elite of our 1%, perhaps with a hero highlighted per week, or per day. There are thousands of stories out here. We would be happy to help you find these heroes and stories. Please ask. Then, maybe, CNN can tell that Marine in the dining hall that we all, in fact, do give a shit about what they did yesterday.



Adam Tibble, Captain, USAF, MD-Critical Care Air Transport Physician-Cardiac Anesthesiologist-Travis AFB, Fairfield, CA

Frank Brisendine, Captain, USAF, RN-Critical Care Air Transport RN-Travis AFB, Fairfield, CA

Robert Wilson, Staff Sergeant, USAF, RRT-Critical Care Air Transport RT-Travis AFB, Fairfield, CA

I thank everyone in the military for their service and sacrifice and especially my Berkeley ROTC friend with two young twin boys who just headed out for another adventure! Stay safe!

Source: imgur.com via Renee on Pinterest

If you give a shit? Please pass this on.
Our troops deserve our attention for their sacrifice!


Another case in point? A soldier recently deploying ate his last meal at Jack in The Box and this is what went down:

"C"- "Military Discount? No,.. we offer a police officer discount sure, but have never offered a military discount... "Why would we? What Have They Done?"
Me- Excuse Me?!?
"C" - "Yeah, I don't even give the police their discount because of what they did to that boy who was wearing a hoodie and carrying Skittles!" "But, we've never had a discount for the military.
Me- "A simple no would have been enough!"

This is so unacceptable. Read the full story at Homesteading Housewife and then let Jack in The Box know your thoughts! My thoughts? Oh, hell no. Until they fire her arse, I am boycotting JITB.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Yes, This Made Me Cry...A Lot

From one rescued pup mommy to another animal lover: You can make a difference.

We've saved three souls that have immeasurably added joy to our lives and I hope we did the same for them!

Visit your local shelter. Don't seek out breeders...adopt!

Sebastian: 15 years old and bringing us joy for the last 14 years. The years have taken their toll, but I thank my lucky stars that I found you in a Fairbanks shelter after being returned twice. You were meant for our family. We are your forever family.

Grendel: Oh, I miss you Grendel. You were my first pup. My baby whom I snuck into an animal-free apartment in college. You nannied our babies as we had them. My constant shadow. We were lucky to have you for 15 glorious years before the cancer took you.

Lulu: You've only been here a year and yet you've wormed your way into my heart! You sit on my laptop and make me take breaks. My keyboard is covered with fur and I don't care!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Vote for Me: Circle of Moms 2012 Top 25 Political Moms

Oh my goodness, it's that time of year again.

I blush.

I don't do this often, but I ask for your vote. I just found out that I was nominated again for Circle of Moms Top 25 Political Moms:

Clicky? Purty please?

I know, I know. Politics?

Yep, not sure I exactly peg myself as a political blogger, nor just a mommy blogger, or humor blogger, or health blogger, and oh, then there's the food blogger in me.

I just refuse to niche myself as just one snapshot -- what mother is just political, just mommy, or just about cooking? It's the sum of us all that make us outrageously individual.

That said, I have a rather distinct political footprint aimed at a discrimination free-world, advocating for women and children, whilst being a steadfast supporter of our armed forces and a balanced budget--living within our government's means without taxing us all to oblivion.

I am a moderate.

I know that's hard to find on the internet. It seems we need to be divisive to get attention for our convictions. We need to move hard left or hard right.

Isn't that what has gotten our country in this mess in the first place?

No compromise. Partisanship. Name calling. Making alliances like high school cliques and never coming to the table with the American people in mind.

Tearing people and ideas apart is not my thing. I have a soft touch. I like respectful discussion. Politics at the dinner table can be a rational discussion if everyone checks their emotion and listens. Truly listens. Humor doesn't hurt either.

If this is what you want as a political blogger then, my friends, I would truly appreciate your vote.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Chow down at Chik-fil-A...Even If You're Gay [NSFW VIDEO}

Oh, my, my, my! "I want my meat without a bible?"

Ladies. You. Are. Awesome.

You all might know the history of the very Christian, privately-held Chik-Fil-A's anti-gay bias. They give, and give large, to anti-gay organizations. They stay closed on Sundays. Their official mission includes a commitment, “To glorify God by being a faithful steward of all that is entrusted to us.”

This has not gone unnoticed around the country.

“Students at some universities have also begun trying to get the chain removed from campuses,” reports The New York Times The chain president, Dan Cathy says on a video on the company's fan Facebook page that marriage has long been a focus of the chain, which S. Truett Cathy, his deeply religious father, began in the sixties.

Their bias is not just for the gay community however. There was the 2002 lawsuit, "Brought by a Muslim restaurant owner in Houston who said he was fired because he did not pray to Jesus with other employees at a training session. The suit was settled."

I admit I have eaten at Chik-Fil-A once when we lived in the south. I don't recall being wowed by the food. However, fast food that does wow me is In 'N Out . And yes, they put biblical passages on their wrappers. One being:

Revelation 3:20

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.”

Guess what? This does not offend me, but for some reason Chik-Fil-A giving sandwiches to a marriage seminar by one of Pennsylvania's most outspoken groups against homosexuality does.

For now, neither In 'N Out nor Chik-Fil-A grace my fair Seattle so I settle, and settle well, with Five Guys:

Nothing but the church of Cholesterol here

I'll show you beef!

I guess it comes down to this my friends: Does Jesus really belong in your burger?

Some customers say they are hooked on the food, not their politics or religion. Is that good enough? Do you eat at Chik-Fil-A? And when you really want a chicken burger or tasty lemonade on [gasp] Sunday, does it bother you that you are out of luck at Chik-Fil-A?

$50 Visa GIVEAWAY: Cracked Heels With Oil of Olay To the Rescue

Cracked Mommy Digitally Enhanced to Remain Anon

Cracked! I'm cracked. No, no, not in my head. My feet. Someone stole the feet I remember BEFORE kids and replaced them with those of a ninety-year-old called Nana.


I think Betty White's feet must look better.

It all started with the quick mommy shower. You know what I mean. Wash all vital parts quickly while kids nap.

No time to shave legs or moisturize with the kids screaming down the bathroom door, or even better, cutting the baby's hair. Yep, true story on that baby hair. He got a reverse mohawk with black sharpie highlights during one such shower.

Fast forward ten years...ten years of egregious neglect? Not only is that baby ten, but he still has his mohawk. And my feet? My scaly legs? The ones that snag blankets? They have suffered.

Whoever said a sign of a happy home is a messy house got it wrong.

More Than a Jar of Moisturizer in EVERY Bottle?
The sign of a happy home sometimes includes happy kids and husband with a physical wreck of a mom without time or money for pedicures anymore because she would rather spend it with and on her family. No time for working lotion into neglected elbows, knees, and heels.

Enter Olay to the rescue again.

I have been an intensely loyal Olay fan for years. I'm actually pretty good about slathering my face with their products in my turbo-speed nightly ablutions. So I was quite excited when they sent me their Olay Ultra Moisture body wash in the mail.

They claimed it had more than a jar of moisturizer in every bottle.

Hmmm...I wonder if there was hope for my cracked hooves after all.

A week later? Their claim was correct. I actually felt the difference the first time I showered. This product was different. My skin felt so smooth and clean. Even better, I had time to take my Eldest, with his newly minted driver's permit (gulp!) for a short first lesson instead of trying to Crisco up my feet. (Not joking-that's the depths to which it has gotten.)
Silky Smooth Already
I think it's going to take a few more weeks, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. Heck, I might glitter up my toes again.

In the meantime, my friends, I have a suggestion. Don't waste a decade neglecting yourself. Simplify your routine instead.

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Monday, March 19, 2012

I Have Failed As a Wife

 Or at least according to this 1939 marital survey:

Oh dear! Oh the demerits! Oh the red nail polish!

Good thing CG is also an abysmal failure. I write that with a smile. He and I are such a matched pair. I have never embraced "very poor" with such enthusiasm.

Hand over that paycheck baby!

How do you rate?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

All Things Irish: Stout Cupcakes, Guinness Gingerbread, and Corned Beef

My husband is all high on the Irish. For the record? He's Polish with a smattering of Irish, generations back. He did marry me, a Murphy girl, so Irish must be contagious.

This viral Irishman? He's made a several course menu tonight (after I convinced him to drop several dishes) including THREE desserts.

Shopping today, he told the grocery clerk his last name was Murphy. He told me this laughing his arse off. Oh really?? Really? I don't recall him hyphenating his name as I did.

Me thinks someone has touched the Blarney Stone, or drank one too many Guinnesses...my money's on the stout.

Speaking of stout, two of three desserts have that ingredient. The third was supposed to have Bailey's Irish cream, but it turns out we were out. I refused to go to the archaic Washington state run liquor store 15 minutes away. So now it's just going to be a Whisky ice cream to go with the Chocolate Stout Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting and Stout Gingerbread with Creme Anglaise.

Yes, three desserts to go with out corned beef and Colcannon (Mashed Potatoes, kale, leeks, and cabbage warm salad).

Stout Gingerbread (With Spiced Creme Anglaise Not Shown)

Source: Emerill Lagasse/Food Network


  • 1 stick unsalted butter
  • 1 cup turbinado sugar (recommended: Sugar in the Raw)
  • 3 large eggs
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons ground ginger
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
  • 1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
  • 1 cup molasses
  • 1 cup Guinness, or other dark beer
  • Spiced Creme Anglaise, recipe follows
  • Confectioners' sugar, for dusting


Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Grease a 13 by 9-inch cake pan and line with parchment paper. Grease the parchment paper and set aside.

In a large bowl, cream together the butter and sugar. Beat in the eggs 1 at a time. In a medium bowl, sift together the flour, ginger, baking soda, cinnamon, salt, cloves, and nutmeg. In a third bowl, combine the molasses and beer and stir to dissolve. Add the dry ingredients and beer mixture alternately to the egg mixture, beating after the addition of each.

Pour into the prepared pan and bake until puffed and set, about 35 minutes. Remove from the oven and let cool in the pan on a wire rack. Spoon the Creme Anglaise onto the middle of 12 dessert plates. Cut the gingerbread into 12 equal portions and place on plates. Sprinkle with confectioners' sugar and serve.

Spiced Creme Anglaise

  • 2 cups heavy cream
  • 1/2 teaspoon orange zest
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/8 teaspoon grated nutmeg
  • 1/8 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 3 large egg yolks
  • 1/4 cup sugar

Combine the cream, the zest, cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger in a medium saucepan and bring to a simmer over medium heat. Remove from the heat.

In a medium bowl, beat the egg yolks and sugar until pale and frothy, about 2 minutes. Slowly drizzle in 1/2 cup of the hot cream, whisking constantly. Return the mixture to warm milk and stirring constantly, cook over medium heat until thick, about 4 minutes. Remove from the heat and serve warm. (Or, to serve chilled, place in an ice bath to cool, then cover with plastic wrap, pressing down against the surface to prevent a skin from forming. Refrigerate until well chilled, about 2 hours.)

Yield: 2 cups Prep Time: 10 minutes Cook Time: 6 minutes Inactive Prep Time: if chilled, 2 hours

Chocolate Stout Cupcakes

Source: Dave Lieberman/Food Network


  • 3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa, plus more for dusting finished cupcakes
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • Pinch fine salt
  • 1 bottle stout beer (recommended: Guinness)
  • 1 stick butter, melted
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
  • 3 large eggs
  • 3/4 cup sour cream
  • 1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened at room temperature
  • 3/4 to 1 cup heavy cream
  • 1 (1-pound) box confectioners' sugar


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the cocoa, sugar, flour, baking soda, and salt.

In another medium mixing bowl, combine the stout, melted butter, and vanilla. Beat in eggs, 1 at time. Mix in sour cream until thoroughly combined and smooth. Gradually mix the dry ingredients into the wet mixture.

Lightly grease 24 muffin tins. Divide the batter equally between muffin tins, filling each 3/4 full. Bake for about 12 minutes and then rotate the pans. Bake another 12 to 13 minutes until risen, nicely domed, and set in the middle but still soft and tender. Cool before turning out.

To make the icing

In a medium bowl with a hand mixer, beat the cream cheese on medium speed until light and fluffy. Gradually beat in the heavy cream. On low speed, slowly mix in the confectioners' sugar until incorporated and smooth. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate until ready to use. Icing can be made several hours ahead and kept covered and chilled.

Top each cupcake with a heap of frosting and dust with cocoa.

Mmm...not sure what I am looking forward to more--those wonderful desserts-- or this:

Sigh...I'll keep him!

What's for your St. Pat's dinner tonight?

F@ck You, Depression

I've been looking inward.

Doing a lot of belly button gazing.

Trying to get out of this stifling cocoon I'm in.

All I really want to do is sleep....

...and eat, and eat, and eat.

Trying to gather strength.

Wipe the cobwebs from my mind.

Ignite an inner fire tamped by dark thoughts

I visualize depression as a woman and try to summon a hatred for that bitch.

Apathy trumps emotion.


Any emotion.

Any emotion at all would be better than the lackluster numbness I feel now.

I yearn for a super hero, but realize it's up to me.

Friday, March 16, 2012

On Health and Truths: Depression

Taken months ago

LinkTaken yesterday

I'd forgotten I'd taken the first photo until today. Yet, they seem so apropos. Last autumn, as leaves were turning a crisp auburn, I was euphoric on finally taking a healthy direction in my life. I had my uterine ablation and was hopeful that slashed a huge issue weighing heavily on my body. Another cortisone shot fixed my hand, albeit temporarily, adding another slash on my list of priorities. Reaching out to my doctor, medication was prescribed to help gastric reflux. Slash again.

At the time of the first photo, I was gaining momentum. Not healthy, still shaky, but on the right track. I was getting to the bottom of my health problems...

Or so I thought.

Now? Now I feel cold, numb. Now the symptoms, the fogginess, the depression, the memory loss still exist and after labs, endoscopies, mega doses of iron and vitamin D,and biopsies, I only know what it's not.

Not Sjogrens. Not Thyroid disease. Not Celiacs.

But I don't know what it is.

I have neurology appointments and biopsies for my inflamed liver in my future. My hand inflammation is back. The last cortisone shot was my last. Hand surgery was warned last time. In the meantime, I fallen off the precipice of hope and sunk into an abyss of self-loathing again.

I've taken to spending my days in depression on the couch. My house is a catastrophe. My head is a mess. My mind whirls on everything I need to do and then shuts down. I wear pajamas most days. All day. I am a disappointment to me. A failure to my family.

Weight loss thoughts seem far from my reach when I can't even seem to get off the couch. The only pleasure I take lately is from television and eating...and you can tell from my Instagram posts and the scale.

Yep, comfort food. Self-soothing. Self-medicating. Then comes self-hatred.

I've been faking life. Faking happiness. Faking success.

I went to a Hallmark event for bloggers yesterday. Surrounded by other bloggers, I pasted a smile I didn't mean on my face. One exercise suggested was to write our personal truth on a T-shirt.

This is what came to my mind

One of the Hallmark writers queried how blogging made us vulnerable. Well this is me.


So I hope you don't mind that I took my own advice. This is not a post on delicious food nor humorous anecdotes. No self-deprecation making light of being a ditsy mother. It's not an inspiration nor humorous. I am sharing me and where I am at this point.

After that event, I had lunch with my husband and then I came home and put back on my pajamas at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.


Theodore Roosevelt once said, "Comparison is the thief of joy." As I compare those pictures, I wonder how one can steal that which never was.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Nutella Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie Pie Recipe: Tartlets for Pi Day

Tap. Tap. Tap.


You there? Guess what today was?

Nope, not my birthday or anniversary. Nope, not Ur-anus day! Sheesh, that was yesterday.

There are hints all around you!

It's Pi day, Pi day, gotta get down on Pi day!

Sooooo not sure that Ur-anus and Nutella Peanut Butter Cookie pie and a reference to Rebecca Black should ever be scribed in the same post, but guess what? It's my blog so I say, that's how I roll.

We take pie and Pi seriously in this household. Ser-i-ous!

As a secondary function, it does happen to be Einstein's birthday as well and I can say with assured conviction, after Li'l Man inadvertently checked out an adult biography on Einstein last fall to do his 4th grade biography, that man, while brilliant, was an utter shit-bag of a husband and father.... so chocolate pie seems doubly fitting.

Note to self: Make absolutely sure to check biography level for next kidlet report. We started with Evil Kneevil (my husband's idea) and I so did not need to learn from my 9-year-old that as a kid, "He liked to throw money at whores." Also did not need said grade-schooler to elucidate on the many mistresses, including ones related to him, that Einstein had.


So I digress because this post is all one big fat whopping excuse to mix Nutella, chocolate, smashed peanut butter cookies, cream cheese, butter, sugar, and whipping cream into one mass of disgustingly delicious, crumbly, creamy goodness.

It was for the kids, I pinky promise! Ahem...

Nutella Peanut Butter Tarts Recipe
  • 22-24 Shortbread Peanut Butter Cookies (Nutter Butters/Mother's Peanut Butter Gauchos)
  • 1 packet (9 large) Graham Crackers
  • 1/2 cup Butter, melted
  • 8 oz package of Cream Cheese, softened
  • 1/2 cup plus 2 tbsp sugar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1-1/4 cup Nutella, divided
  • 1-3/4 cup Heavy Whipping Cream, divided
  • 1/2 cup Chocolate Chips
  • 2 tbsp Peanut Butter
  • Non-Stick Cooking Spray

Crumb Crust: Spray two mini-muffin pans with non-stick spray. Break up graham crackers and cookies in food processor and grind until fine crumbs. Melt one stick (1/2 cup) butter in microwave. Add melted butter crumbs and whirl a few more times in processor. Press 1 heaping tablespoon into each muffin opening. Press crumbs gently along bottom and sides. Put pans in freezer to chill. Be sure to eat a spoonful or three of this just to make sure it's good enough for your family.

Filling: Whip 8 ounces cream cheese in mixer. Add 1/2 cup sugar and mix. Add 1 tablespoon vanilla and 1 cup Nutella and blend well. Scrap sides of bowl. Add 1/2 cup cream and mix. Add last 1/2 cup cream and whip on high for 3-4 minutes until thick. Put all of filling in quart ziploc bag and snip corner of bag.

Piping Ser-i-ous

Assembling Tartlets and Pies: Pipe filling into 24 mini tartlets, filling them high. There will be extra crumb crust and filling, so feel free to improvise. Any extra you have, you can squirt into the cavernous pit called a teenager's mouth. Place all tartlets and pies in freezer for 1 hour. Use knife to pop out of muffin pans. Be sure to pop one in your mouth for quality control.

Mmm Nutella pies and icy cold vodka in my freezer

Dark Chocolate Nutella Ganache Melt chocolate chips on high in microwave for 30 seconds, and then in 10 second increments until melted. Add 1/4 cups cream and 1/4 cups Nutella and stir until smooth. Throw in in microwave for additional 15 seconds if needed.

Whipped Cream: Take remaining 1/2 cup cream. Whip on low for 2-3 minutes then on high for 3 or more minutes until stiff peaks form. Add 2 tablespoons sugar and whip one more minute. Young kids and inpatient tweens are always very good testers for whipping cream readiness.

Peanut Butter Drizzle: Place peanut butter in small bowl. Melt 10-20 seconds in microwave or until smooth and thin.

Drizzle with ganache and peanut butter to taste. Top with whipping cream. Keep refrigerated.


Happy Pi and Pie Day, y'all!

* Credit Where Credit is Due: While I did substantially change the recipe because I am like that--can't seem to ever just follow a recipe--I did want to give a major shout out to EatLiveRun.com , aStepInTheJourney.com, and Lauren's Latest for my inspiration!

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