Showing posts from May, 2008


Yesterday at Alex's baseball game David took a book from another kid. The kid and Mom were busy talking and didn't notice and I didn't want to interrupt so I just read it to him. When I was finished I handed it to him and told him to give it back. He handed it to the Mom and backed up and sat on her lap. So she read it to him. She was from the other team too so it wasn't as if he'd ever seen her before. She had a book, a lap and she could read and that was all that mattered to him.


Yesterday I took David to Walmart. After we were done I put him in his car seat, tossed the keys over and onto the front seat, shut his door and walked around to my door. And it was locked. As were all the other doors. Luckily I still had my purse on my arm and Allan was working from home. In the 20 minutes it took him to get there David's head became all sweaty and he started to get upset. I was like a mama bear watching my cub overheat and I nearly called 911. I would guess it was less than 70 degrees out but in a dark grey car for 20 minutes must have been awful. We gave him a juice box which he sucked down immediately and took him inside to cool off for awhile. He was fine but I am not.

Smoky Corn Chowder

From "Soup Makes the Meal" by Ken Haedrich

2 slices bacon, cut crosswise into 1-inch pieces
1 large onion, chopped
1 clove garlic, minced
4 large ears corn, kernels cut off the cobs
Salt to taste
5 cups chicken stock
1/2 cup heavy cream
3 tablespoons unbleached all-purpose flour
4 to 5 ounces smoked cheddar cheese, to your taste, grated
1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
Freshly ground black pepper to taste
Chopped fresh parsley leaves or dill, for garnish

1. Heat a large, heavy enameled soup pot over moderate heat. Add the bacon and fry until crisp. Add the onion and cook, stirring, until translucent, about 8 minutes. Add the garlic and corn, salt lightly, and cook, stirring for 2 minutes. Add the chicken stock and bring to a near boil. Simmer the soup until the corn has lost its raw taste, 8 to 10 minutes.
2. Whisk the cream and flour together in a small bowl. Add to the soup and heat for 10 minutes, under salting the soup slightly, to taste. Stir the cheese into the soup in a couple o…



First Corn on the Cob


Defined by Food

Our Memorial Day menu:
am: cereal, coffee and juice before the parade
noon: honey butter baked french toast, hash browns, bacon and fresh strawberries
dinner: grilled bratwursts on buns, hot dogs for those who prefer, corn on the cob, barbecue potato chips, watermelon and the piece de resistance-warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. Ahh, Americana.

Back in the Borgers' Backyard with a Bridgeman Bucket

I picked up a pint of raspberries today. I paid $4.69! It's been years since I've had fresh raspberries, probably because I'm too cheap to buy them. Suddenly I was back in my cousins' grandparents' backyard with an ice cream bucket picking raspberries until I was red from my fingertips to my elbows, eating most of the berries but still managing to fill my bucket rather quickly. It's amazing how taste and smell can bring you back. As Alex says, "these raspberries are TOO good."

I was put on call this morning and ended up with the whole day off. I went to church and spent the day with my whole family and since we all have tomorrow off it's like a real weekend. That is TOO good.

If You

If you bring sauteed squid and white carrot and shove it under my nose and heat it up in the employee microwave thereby stinking up the entire floor, It's okay if I tell you it looks like a fetal demise.

13 Years Ago

Thirteen years ago tomorrow my sister gave me the phone number of some guy she met at work who was complaining that there were no nice single women in Minot. She said he was older (25!) but cute and seemed nice. And he was in the Air Force. (Groan, the AF men were known for taking advantage of nice single women in Minot.) My mom, sister and I laughed about how I would let this guy take me out to dinner and a movie and that would be it. So I called him. We decided to go to see Braveheart. I was a little concerned when he said he didn't get the newspaper to check the show times. What kind of loser doesn't get the paper? I checked our paper and we decided to got the the 4pm show. He wanted to meet me there. Um, no, I don't think so. You will pick me up and come in and meet my mother. And he did. And my sister offered him one of my special strawberry Free & Clear beverages that I had bought myself and told her not to touch. We went to the movie. We had dinne…



Right Now My Heart is Melting

Alex is in David's room reading him a book. This brotherly relationship is something I was totally unprepared for. They have occasional squabbles, usually over toys but for the most part they are friends. David lights up at the bus stop in the afternoon when Alex gets off the bus. And nobody makes David laugh like his big brother. Even though my sister lives 1800 miles away we still communicate regularly and she's a big part of my life. And we fought like cats and dogs as kids. I hope my boys are close for the rest of their lives.

Cherry Pie

Hurry home, honey, I made a cherry pie. And I got Kimball's ice cream for those of us who have to have ice cream on our pie. And if you're feeling guilty, it's good for you.

Cherry Pie Filling
2 cans red sour pitted cherries, drained
3 Tbsp quick tapioca
3 Tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp lemon zest
½ tsp cinnamon
1 cup sugar
*Mix and let set while preparing crust. Pour over crust in deep dish pie pan. Top with second crust. Cut steam vents. Bake at 425˚ for 15 minutes then at 350˚ for 40 minutes or until golden brown.

David & Nugget

David and Nugget have a love/hate relationship. Nugget loves David and David hates Nugget. He takes after his Grandma Arlene. When Nugget gets within five feet of David he screams a high pitched squeal that makes him hoarse by the end of the day. Nugget hears the scream and sees it as an invitation to get closer and possibly lick David. I have to separate the two of them all day long. Don't worry David, next year Nugget will have someone else to bother.

From the Archives

This is Alex at two.


I'm back to normal! 12 weeks today and:
*I've made dinner the past two nights and I ate it too!
*David is back in cloth diapers.
*Alex has a packed lunch for school.
*Allan got a hug and a kiss last night.
*We walked Nugget to the bus stop yesterday afternoon.


Free Iced Coffee

In honor of my love of the blueberry iced coffee and this fantastic blog Dunkin' Donuts is offering free small iced coffee from 10am to 10pm on Thursday May 15th. You're welcome!


I'm a little nervous that I won't be able to show my nephew a good time when he visits in June. But I have to keep reminding myself that it doesn't take much to impress someone from North Dakota. When my cousin Bruce visited a couple of years ago he was pretty wide eyed in the subway station and he's forty years old. We're going to go to Chuck E. Cheese, ride the train to the Aquarium, spend a day at the beach and then celebrate Alex's birthday at a local amusement park. And then I'm going to point out that while we live in a really nice area I'd trade it all in a heartbeat to have a Taco Johns nearby.

Ok, Ok, and We Don't Have Any


Mother's Day

I got a beautiful handmade card/photo collage, a delicious Aunt Elda's chocolate cake and a professional house cleaning. Thanks, guys!

Back to Work

I just sent a congratulatory email to the Duggar family. They're expecting number eighteen. Time to get back to folding laundry and thank God that I don't have that many children to clothe. Not to mention feed and educate. Yikes!

Country Music

I need to find a new radio station. I started crying three times during a twenty minute car ride. And I wondered if I could convince Allan to name the baby Carlene if it's a girl.

Clean House

I told Allan I want a professional house cleaning for Mother's Day. They came by for an estimate today and I'm so excited. It may become a tradition.


Can you tell I'm feeling better?

Anyway, David has the shoe on the right. I paid $8.99 for them at Payless. A kid in his music class has the shoe on the left. According to the Stride Rite website they're $42.00 Go, me!

The Second Time Around

David has taught me the following things:

*Strangers give you much less unsolicited advice when they find out it's your second time around.

*Labor isn't any easier, you just know what to expect which is half the battle.

*Even if you breastfed your first child and suffered through cracked and bleeding nipples, it is no easier the second time around.

*Two children of the same sex and from the same parents can be completely different.

*If you didn't make friends with a sling, Bjorn or other baby carrier the first time you'll have no choice this time.

*Being less neurotic is actually good for the baby.

And this time, so far, I've learned:

*Even if you've suffered through a combined five years of infertility and miscarriage it doesn't make you exempt from an unplanned pregnancy.

*Pregnancy at 32 is not at all like pregnancy at 25.

Hey, Honey

How about the name Zofran? It would work for a boy or a girl!

Care Package

My mom sent me three huge bags of dill pickle potato chips and three pounds of dill pickle sunflower seeds. Once I can eat again I'll surely put the pounds back on. She also gave me a pep talk last night that shook me out of my funk. I actually picked up the living room today. Thanks, Mom!

Dear Red Envelope

You suck. I ordered my mother's Christmas gift from you a few days before she left my house, after having wrapped up a picture of it. You kept sending me delayed shipment notifications through, oh I'd guess February and since then...nothing. And now this morning when I checked my bank account and saw that you've finally charged me for this item I'm a little irritated. I think that it has been long enough though that when I let her know it's coming I think I'll call it her Mother's day gift.

And for those of you keeping track of the days of the week, I'm home sick today. I've been unable to eat more than 500 calories a day and keep them down so I'm just too weak to care for anyone else. Someone should have told Allan that when he left David with me this morning.

May Day

When I was a kid we would make May day baskets for all the kids in our neighborhood. We'd fill small baskets with candy, put them on the recipient's doorstep, ring the bell and run like crazy. Our next-door neighbors were very cheap and their baskets were made from Dixie cups with pipe cleaner handles, very small and therefore took less cheap candy to fill. I often suspected them of recycling Halloween candy. One year my mom made fancy plastic canvas baskets. And I always felt like we had the best candy, even when my Dad was in charge of assembling the baskets.

Today I'm waiting for the Fedex man to bring me my key to Allan's car. He came yesterday but I must not have heard him and the car dealer requires our signature. I wish he could put it on the step and run like crazy, I'm still in my pajamas.