60. | taco seasoning mix.
I'm never buying taco seasoning mix from the store again. Tonight I planned taco night for the family and when it was time to add the seasoning, I couldn't find any. Small little detail when making tacos, no?
So, when in doubt, ask Google... viola! I had every ingredient in the house. All I had to do was measure, pour and stir. And you know what? This homemade version tasted better than the store-bought kind!
I've made a few changes, but here is the original recipe: www.cooks.com/recipe/ws2cz0b5/homemade-taco-seasoning-mix...
1 T chili powder
2 tsp. onion powder
1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. each ground cumin, paprika, powdered oregano, sugar, cornstarch
1/2 tsp. salt
3/4 c. water
1 bottle of red wine
Combine all dry ingredients.
Add mixture to cooked meat.
Pour in water and stir.
Meanwhile, drink wine.
61. | behold the giant icicle.
Sam discovered this giant icicle in the back of our house. Oddly, it was growing from the ground up. So of course she had to have it.
62. | blog calendar.
In researching how to plan and organize my blog posts, I discovered this great idea - small, color coded post-its placed on my calendar. It was the perfect visual planning method! I was so pleased with myself.
Except for one thing.... I couldn't see my calendar anymore. Um...
63. | doggie heaven.
This is one happy pup, completely surrounded by piles of socks. And I am one happy puppy-mom because she didn't try to gnaw on a single one of them.
64. | bitter.
Bitter cold, bitter that it's cold. Either way.
65. | number's up.
One of my new favorite places to go for lunch (with my laptop) is The Corner Bakery. If I get there toward the end of the lunch rush, I can sit there all afternoon if I want.
66. | new do.
The day has finally come: Sam expressed her opinion and she wanted her hair cut. So in we went, anxious mom and excited daughter. And out we came - oh my gosh! I literally couldn't stop looking at her. She looked gorgeous! And GROWN UP.
Sam told me, as we sat there admiring her new hair, that not only did she want to straighten her hair all the time (join the club!) but also that she wanted contact lenses.
Oh boy. Let's do one drastic change at a time. Mom can only handle so much.
67. | that's my name, don't wear it out.
Thank you, children.
I love that Siri thinks my name is "Big Fat Freaking Stinky Booty". "Abbie" is so overrated... who'd want to be called that anyway?
68. | streetlights.
There is still snow on the ground but the temperature was just barely warm enough for me (delicate me!) to go outside for a walk.
Tonight, it was the streetlights that caught my eye. There's always something to photograph.
69. | perfect pairing.
Sometimes you just need wine. And sometimes the cookies that grandma sent home with the kids need to be devoured as well.
I couldn't ask for a more perfect, pain-relieving combination. And I am SO sure this is the pairing that the winemakers had in mind.
70. | hi mom.
Shadow likes to look in at me through the kitchen window. I can practically hear her saying, "Hi mom! Let me in now!"
71. | thanks mom.
You can always tell when the kids want something from mom. Suddenly they follow directions, don't burp at the dinner table and bat their eyelashes at you.
I have now discovered the way to get something from them. (insert evil laugh) Milkshakes. Make them a milkshake and the world is yours for the asking.
72. | her new shoes.
Sam needed new shoes. She was complaining her heels hurt in her old ones. So off we went to the store.
I measured her feet. I measured them again. Oh, third time's a charm. No... those numbers don't lie. Her feet grew a size and a half. Well, no wonder her heels hurt!
And with that, my baby girl is wearing women's shoes. If she's in a 7 1/2 at age eleven, I have a sinking suspicion... we're not done here...
73. | that's a lot of candles.
It's a belated birthday celebration for my niece Hayley... and it's crazy to think how fast the years go by.
Quick, before they grow up.
74. | pooped.
After 24 hours at doggy daycare, this is one pooped dog. She came home and pretty much collapsed right there. Goodnight, Irene!