Month: March 2013

One Slurpee Shoe Sunday

#4: You remember that day about a year and a half ago when I was riding on Julietta’s scooter and I wrecked and hurt my finger real bad and I haven’t wanted to go on a scooter or a skateboard ever since?

Me: You mean right before we bought you the skateboard for your birthday that you’d been asking for for three years and now have never ridden? No, I don’t remember that.

#4: Well, that day I had a Slurpee and I dropped it.

Me: While you were riding on the scooter you were drinking a Slurpee? Maybe this is connected to you wrecking.

#4: No, I was drinking it next to the scooter. I just dropped it you know?

Me: Mmm-hmmm.

#4: And when it landed it just landed exactly like this, I didn’t do anything to it, so I took a picture and put it on my phone for the background:

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A Slurpee after my own heart

#4: It almost made up for not getting to drink my Slurpee.

Here are your links:

It’s Shamrock Shake time again, at a certain fast food establishment I don’t patronize and haven’t in years. Here’s a badasss homemade Shamrock Shake recipe (bonus: contains actual dairy ingredients, so you can legally refer to it as a milkshake, rather than just a shake. . .gads, I totally sound like a former McEmployee. Which I am.) Shamrock Shake on Homesteading Housewife

If you’ve ever been pregnant, or if you’ve ever made somebody pregnant, or if you’ve never wanted to be pregnant, you should check out this post by Lyz Lenz, who is freaking hilarious and whom I got to hear speak at BlogHer ’12 : I Am Not a Magical Birthing Unicorn

Dammit. Somebody posted this on Facebook and I watched it on my lunch break at work and had to pretend like I got hot sauce in my eye again. Viddler video: high school basketball player passes the ball to a mentally challenged player on the other team.

I have a confession to make: I’m real damn glad I missed out on toddler tantrums. If any of you are taking my name in vain right now, please know that I am exactly 30 days away from having four teenage girls living under my roof at one time. For a bit of insight to the science behind why your animal child (um, speaking only of toddlers here) just threw spaghetti in your face, check out this post: Why Does My Kid Freak Out? on Slate. If you have a teen who just threw spaghetti at you, I can’t help you.

I freaking love this: The Nietzsche Family Circus. Randomized pairing of Family Circus cartoons and Nietzsche quotes. 

One last bonus link for a bonus mom. Lisa Teal-Webb is a stepmom in Ohio who is one of my biggest sources of step-parenting help and inspiration through her group Buckeye Bonus Mom. This link is to an interview NBC4 in Ohio did with her.

Happy Sunday.

Pi Day Pie Challenge & Giveaway

One of the first posts I ever wrote was about the Pi Day Pie I promised #3 I would make for her seventh-grade math class, and then forgot about. It continues to be one of my more popular posts, particularly around this time of year when geeks like me are looking for badass pictures of Pi Day Pies.

Now, Pi Day is not to be confused with Pie Day. Pie Day is January 23 and is best handled by real pie makers like Beth Howard of The World Needs More Pie fame.

We missed Pie Day.

Pi Day is because of the date, March 14, which in the US we notate as 3/14 or 3.14 . . . and there you have Pi! And a pie is a circle!! And you need Pi for circles!!! And I’m already so excited I can’t stand it!!!! (That’s ten whole exclamation points in one sentence alone, THAT’S how excited I am! Oops, eleven.)

The 7th grade math class Pi Day Pie was the first time I had ever made a pie, and even though I completely half-assed it with store-bought crust and canned filling, I think I came out with a pretty badass-looking pie:

Pi Day Pie
I’m bleeding significant digits here, people.

And I think you guys can make even more badass pies!

This year I am opening the challenge to all y’all. It’s simple: make a Pi Day Pie, send me a picture and tell me about it. This is purely a presentational contest. That’s the best part: YOU GET TO EAT YOUR OWN PIE!

If I pick you as a winner, you get one of my other favorite things in the word: Poopourri. (Yeah, guys at work, it was me that put it in the backstage bathroom. And you’re welcome.) If you’re judging my love of the Poopourri, it’s because you haven’t tried it. Squirt the bowl before you go and noone else will ever know! Their website is hilarious. (Deja-poo? How can you hate that?)

So, it’s open. Make your Pi Day Pie and send a picture and anything you want to say about your pie to:

jmrandolph.sloan (at) gmail (dot) com

by 11:59pm on March 13, 2013. I will announce the winner on Pi Day, March 14. You get points for creativity- whether it’s in ingredients, presentation, or the story you tell about it.

Pie makes people happy! (so does Poopourri…)