Can't Shake It

I am in a foul, foul mood.

And I can't shake it.

Started yesterday with my volleyball team losing their first (and last) region match. An undefeated season...a perfect record, gone in one stinky game.

And other things...and they're piling up and making me very, very grouchy. And I can't seem to shake it...

It Might As Well Be Crack

Pssssttt.
Hey you. Kid. Wanna try something so good it'll knock your socks off??

Then you must delve into this delectable treat. It's one of my favorite desserts...it chocolatey, it's peanut-buttery, it rich and oh-so deeeee-lish that it has solely contributed to the extra weight that I am physically unable to take off my body after birthing 3 children. It's so easy to make that there's no excuse for you to not drop everything you're doing, run to the kitchen and whip some up right this minute. It' a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup....only better.
Only a whole pan.
Only a whole pan that you can make up and devour all by yourself before the kids get home.

Try it:

Peanut Butter Bars

2 sticks butter, melted
1 cup peanut butter
1 3/4 cup graham cracker crumbs
2 1/3 cup powdered sugar

Combine the preceding ingredients in a bowl and spread in an ungreased 9x12 in pan. Or you could use a square pan if you want thicker, more calorie-packed bars. Melt 2 cups of chocolate chips on stovetop and spread on the peanut butter mixture. Cool and cut when set.
And if you like a firmer, less gooey bar, you could do what I do: Stick it in the fridge to chill it...under the bag of spinach in the way back...so your kids can't see it and eat it and you have it all to yourself.

Or something like that.


YUM.

What do YOU think?

Had another senior session last week.....this one was one of my favorites:



But steve thinks she looks too surly. What do YOU think?

You can see more at the photoblog HERE

Knees do not Bend Backwards

Yesterday, when I got home from volleyball practice, Steve started dinner and I went outside with the boys to throw a ball for Cooper, since he had been shut in the bathroom for the last 2 hours and was higher than a kite and bouncing off the walls.

Cooper is only about 7 months old, around 55-60 pounds and wicked fast. I throw his baseball, he races across the field about as fast as a greyhound on speed, fetches his ball, then runs back towards me to bring it back. He usually is going so fast that he runs past me, circles around to slow down and then comes back to drop the ball at my feet.

I'm not sure what happened last night, but this time, he decided to NOT circle around me, but instead he decided in his little doggy brain that yes, it IS possible to go from 35 mph to a dead stop in the span of 12 inches. My knees are locked, I'm bent over to try to grab his ball from his mouth as he runs past me, but no......he crashes right into the side of my left knee, and lets out a yelp from the force of the impact. Where am I?? OH yeah. I'm on the ground. Clenching my teeth. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I think my knee is gone. Smashed out of my muscle and flesh and rocketed across the yard. It really hurts like hell.

Owen and AJ gasp and Owen says, "are you ok, mama?"
"nope. go get daddy, ok?" (he runs inside)
Steve comes out, not sure whether to laugh or be genuinely concerned, and says "are you alright?"
NO. I'm playing a little joke here....writhing on the ground in agony. I thought I'd let dinner burn while I punk'd you into thinking that my leg is broken. And will probably need to be amputated. And I'll be in a wheelchair forever. And you'll have to make dinner for the rest of your life because the kitchen counters and cupboards are too high for someone in a wheelchair to access.

Steve helped me in. I propped it up, iced it. It doesn't have full range of motion. I'm going up to the school early to have the trainer take a look at it.

I have a volleyball match this afternoon. Steve is gone overnight for a football game. I have a photoshoot tomorrow.

Crap.

Pretty Baby

**LOVED this one of Tyler from today**

Brothers

He was feeling left out...

Procrastination, thy name is Tammi

Or maybe it should read: Burnt Out: thy Name is Tammi.
I feel like I've been going 100mph on fumes for the last week--anyone else feeling that way?

There are about 200 other things that i SHOULD be doing right now, but I think I'm going to go sit on the couch and read a chapter or two of my book and escape from my to-do list for a little bit.

And I'll do my best to NOT feel guilty about it.