So......for Christmas, my mom gave me this:

I have to admit, I started sweating a little when I unwrapped it. Pressure. Oh, the pressure to improve something I know I am lacking in.
With a family that has a crazy schedule, football games, baseball games, sports practices, a self- employed hubby who works some crazy hours and likes to go to the gym after work, piano lessons, dance lessons, gymnastics, after school stuff, etc., etc.......who has time to SIT down at a regular time every night at the dinner table and have a civilized, organized, well prepared family dinner? I admit, I TRY. I do make a healthy dinner every night. But it's usually me doing all the work, and eating up at the island/bar. Sometimes we watch the news, too. And hubby nowhere in sight. AND it often ends with a child crying because he/she doesn't like what's for dinner, one child pretending it's comedy hour at the dinner table, and TONS of left-overs because noone will eat. And a very frustrated mom. Phew.
Soooooo.........for the last few days, I've been reading this book. And lo and behold, it's fabulous. It's inspiring. Full of ideas. Full of inspiration and positive thoughts. Rules of thumb for a sucessful dinner experience. Great recipes to try. Beautiful pictures. And LOTS of reasons why to keep trying to instigate family dinner. Oh, and there is even a helpful website to go along with it.....here
This is my New Year's Resolution. Family Dinner. At least 4 times a week. Children HELPING. Making new recipes. Trying new things. Making a weekly menu, putting it up where everyone can see it. Turning the TV off. Having meaningful conversation. Now, I need to work on a cute place to write the menu and job/meal chart. I have the perfect place to hang it. :)
Hold on to your meatballs. It could be a bumpy ride.






Disclaimer: I feel like a complete traitor even featuring this on my blog, but I had to spread the word..... 


Last night: Finally, 6 hours of sleep. It's a 





What a bully! I mean, SERIOUSLY?!!!! People still act that way SOBER? It was like he was a drunken fool, wandering around looking for people to make fun of and bully and insult. I just can't believe someone didn't hit him in the face. I was just waiting for it. Instead, they just sat there and giggled. Dumb.
Roberto.


Jesse. Wow. Cute. Cute. Cute. Nice. Nice. Nice. Me likey. Seems like a very genuine guy.





The "most like fingernails scratching down a chalkboard" award goes to: Jonathan. The weather man. Yikes. I think he just likes to hear himself go on and on and on and on........I see a limited number of roses in this weatherman's forecast. Stormy days ahead.