Random Friday

Have I mentioned my addiction to American Idol? No? Well, I missed it last night. I was assisting in a cooking class, titled "Everything Bacon".
In case you are curious, the answer to the eternally asked question - "can you ever have too much bacon?" is yes. I, personally draw the line at chocolate and bacon cupcakes. I have heard of chocolate dipped bacon, but have yet to actually eat it. Last night's cupcakes were perfect - except for the bacon. I don't mind salty with my sweet, but add in chewy and I was just lost. Ick... sorry. I will be making that same recipe without the bacon, tho - very nice.

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I saw on the news this morning (very briefly) that the lady that just have the octuplets already has 6 other kids...AND her husband is going back Iraq??!!
Now don't get all mad, I think people can have as many kids as they want (kinda) but who goes and pays for artificial insemination when you already have 6 kids and your hubby is gone? Is this why so little information has been released about the mother? I just think that's a little crazy...

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AJ and I are going in for his 5 year check up today. Can you say shots?! This should be a fun one. The question is - do I warn him ahead of time? We have an hour and a half between school and the doctor, do we discuss shots? Will bribery work? Do I promise ice cream if he's brave and doesn't make me hold him down?

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All the troll-y bloggy comment haters are pissing me off. I barely have enough time to figure out my own life...how do you people find the time to judge someone else's life? As far as I can see we are all here (in the blogaverse) for some type of release; to get something off of our chests, to share our souls, to try to find a way to get thru our days with humor and some sort of dignity (or at least to share the madness with others who can understand). We are trying to laugh to share and to bond with others like us (stuffed away in a dark corner where our kids can't find us, trying to type to the light from our screens) - Why the hate? Why the judgement?

Is it so important to be the 'right' one, the 'good' one? the 'perfect' one?

Does it help anyone? Do you really think calling someone 'evil' or the 'world's worst mother' changes anything or makes anyone better? Are they going to read your comment and think "you know, I think I'll stop giving my kids whiskey shots before bed so they'll go right to sleep and I can update my blog..." (I only did that once, so hush) No. Nothing is going to change - you are just adding hate to the universe and my universe has way too much of it already.

My mama said "if you can't say something nice, shut the hell up!"(she also said "if you are old enough to get a hickey, you are old enough to get it where it doesn't show..." but that doesn't really apply and we should discuss that later).

If you can't laugh along - go AWAY.

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Are you watching the Superbowl? More importantly - what are you eating?? I have a whole menu plannned...I'm so excited...

The one where Sticky is grateful...

What a great week!! (and it's only Tuesday!!)

Do you see my new design? Do you? Do you?

Is it not Be-u-tee-full???? I know, I know...how could you NOT be jealous?

The Lovely and Talented Rachel of Blog Candy Designs worked patiently and tirelessly to create this for me. And the poor thing had to put up with like 8 million questions from me and she has that early pregnancy tiredness going on...(congrats again)

Anyhow, she is wonderfully talented and most reasonably priced, although I think she's booked up right now, but keep her in mind!! You won't be sorry!!

And...my blog is on Alltop!! I know, I know...but I'm really excited about it...

And last, but definitely not least (stop reading now, Auntie Lyn) I won my very first giveaway!!

Samantha at temporarily me dot com wrote a hysterical post about vibrators and it was a giveaway. Of course I had to comment, but imagine my shock and surprise when I won! Who would have guessed someone called Sticky could win a vibrator on a blog post. You should have heard the hubby laugh!!

Of course now he wants to know what else I can win...!!

I have so many things to be happy about today, thank you to everyone who made it a wonderful day!

(it really is pretty, isn't it?!)

I wanna play too...

Having dinner tonight. Just me and Little Junior Troll (it's a term of endearment, I swear).

Anyhow...

In an attempt to make adult conversation, I asked "what was your favorite thing in school today?"

He replied, "Playing with my friends."

As the mom of a kid on the autism spectrum, any mention of friends or playing with others and I am thrilled!

Extremely interested, I asked "What did you play and who did you play with?"

"House" he answered. "But not the mommy daddy kind - Doctor House"



Holy Hell!! "Well, who were you? Who did you play with?"

"I wanted to be House's Assistant. But Kendra said I had to be House"

"So, what did you do?"

"I yelled at her, zipped her up and then she was all better."


(my little fantasies have never included being House's mom, but hey, at least we're playing with the same characters!)

Joy

I found this wonderful site (at Deana's blog, Domestic Chicky, she has taught me so much),
I Heart Faces. They run photo contests and I love just looking at all faces, they are amazing. and the photography so inspirational...

I am entering for the first time with the photo below...

Whadda ya think?

 

Before Childbirth Ruined My Boobs...

I used to be a good drinker. Hubby and I would go out on a Friday night and I could stay out for hours; drinking, playing pool - actually talking to people. Before that, when I was working full time, I could drink all night and get right up the next morning and go to work again. It wasn't so much that I could drink a huge amount (well...sometimes) but I knew how to pace myself, I just knew how to drink.

Flash forward to this Saturday night. Date night with hubby in the garage (I know,,,SO romantic). We play pool, have drinks and I let him pretend to pick me up (just kidding, we only did that once. Ok, twice) My point is...and I'm getting there...I open a beer and I drink it. No really, just stand there, holding it and drink the whole thing. Not in a beer bong/shotgun kind of way, but just sort of drink after drink after -"hey, where did the beer go" kind of way. Needless to say, it takes no time at all to get loaded.

Granted, that usually makes things pretty fun (or funny -depending on your point of view), but when we put junior to bed at 8 and I'm passing out at 9:30? Not so much fun...sigh. And I won't even get in to the hangover I had this morning...ugly.

You know, I used to be good at a lot of things...

I used to be really good at talking to people and listening to people (and by people, I mean people over 5 years old.). I used to have a lot of friends...

I do have internet friends, don't I? And ya'll really are my friends, right? You would have told me that having a baby (at 38) would pretty much permanently ruin my body, right?

Cuz, you know what? Those B*&%$s never warned me. Seriously. I was all, "why are my feet getting so big?" I totally thought they went back to the old size. Not.
And the boobs. Really, the boob thing hurt the worst. It was my own fault. Hubris. That damned pride thing. God has a warped sense of humor and he knows just where to push the buttons. I will admit I was overly proud of the boobies.

I used to be able to hold up a sweater pretty well. You will have to take my word for it, that it was a really nice rack. Unfortunately, they went from a firm, perky C to a Double D in about a week. Ouch. Really, really ouch. And again...not back to the old size. Not even close. And worse, I didn't even get to breast feed. Totally wasted.

It isn't like I would go back and NOT be pregnant, not really...

No, I wouldn't...kidding...Ha Ha...not for some silly ole boobs...no, no...that's crazy talk...

Oh hell, I wouldn't. But it is fun to think about.

Anything you used to be good at? Or ruined parts? Please tell me I'm not the only one...!

Oriental Cabbage Salad

This was amazingly yummy! I have heard of this salad, but never had one...

Ingredients

2 tablespoons soy sauce
1/4 cup cider vinegar
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup oil (I throw in a little sesame oil too)
1/2 tsp red pepper flakes (can be omitted)
2 cloves garlic, crushed
1/2 tsp grated ginger

1 head napa or regular cabbage, clean and chop (the one in the photo is regular cabbage)
1 bunch green onion
1/2 cup chopped carrots
1 cup bean sprouts (or whatever extra veggies you have lying around, i threw in some cucumbers)

1/4 cup sesame seed
1/4 cup sliced or slivered almonds
2 packages ramen noodles
1 tablespoon oil

Directions

Combine soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, oil, red pepper, garlic and ginger in a small saucepan and cook over low heat until sugar dissolves.

Remove from heat and cool.
Can be made a day in advance,) Refrigerate until ready to use.

Break up Ramen noodles thoroughly (discard seasoning packets or save them for another use). Saute noodles, almonds and sesame seeds in oil until they brown. (be very careful not to burn)
(you can roast these without oil if you have a nonstick pan and keep a close eye on it)

Stir often.
Remove from heat.

Combine cabbage, onions, carrots, bean sprouts and noodle mixture.
Toss with the dressing about 20 minutes before serving (this allows the noodles to soften).


enjoy

I refuse...

It isn't that I'm too lazy...
it isn't that I don't know how...
It isn't that I don't care or don't think its important...

But something always goes wrong.

I hate getting my oil changed.
I hate having my tires rotated.
I hate "scheduled maintenance" and "alerts".

Today my (smarter than me) car informed me that we had a flat. Please understand, I have been told this before, turned out to be nothing. So I drove it until it became apparent that I really did have a flat. Crap. Called hubby "Do it". Crap. No way out of doing it. Crap, crap, crap...

So, off I went to the tire store. Got the dog out of the car, gave my keys to the nice man and waited...

It only took about 25 minutes and the nice man said they found a nail, fixed the hole and I could be on my way - free of charge! Sweet! Called hubby - "I told you so" Fine, whatever.

...amazing...

Off I went. Finished my errands. Strangely, right before I got to AJ's school, I was once again informed that I had a flat tire. Huh? It's only been 20 minutes since I got it fixed!

I got out at the school and bent down to take a look - I could actually HEAR the air leaking out. WTH?! I can't believe this and it's 2:30, I'm hungry and I just want to get off the road and go home. Called hubby - "Go to the tire store, NOW. Go now"

Fine. Off to the next tire store (same place, different location)> This time dog and kid and 45 minutes later. This time it cost me because the "valve stem was broken". Fine. Whatever. Kid had had enough, dog had had enough, I was DONE at the tire store. (and yes, I cursed my sweet hubby under my breath my entire way home).

Hubby gets home. Yells at me. (no doubt - at me!) It (evidently)should have been apparent to me that the first tire store broke the valve and I should never have been charged. I wasn't in any mood to argue - in fact I would have paid more just to be able to go home!

Hubby is going to call tomorrow and complain.

I hate getting my oil changed.
I hate having my tires rotated.
I hate "scheduled maintenance" and "alerts".

Something always goes wrong...

Internets, meet Rex...

Thank you, Santa

(sshhhh...wordless wednesday)

One Nation...

I watched to the inauguration of President Obama on my computer (at work, of course) just like millions of other people. I bemoaned the fact that I didn't keep my son home from school so that we could watch it together...

I have read so many article and posts about the event and our new president - so many wonderful words, so many wonderful people excited about the future of our country.

I wanted to write something. I wanted to try to express what I felt, what this day meant, what being a part of history feels like...but I didn't. I got caught up in my life and my kid (and my laundry and my dishes) and before I knew it...well, you know how it works.

I have been thinking about a million different things, twenty other posts I have been writing (in my head, as usual) and ten or fifteen lists I have going - so I clicked over to my Google Reader to see what new posts had been published. One of my absolute favorite bloggers, Chris at Life...or a reasonable facsimile thereof, had a new post up. He always has great stuff - amazing photos and a unique perspective, which i find so compelling... So I dropped in for a visit (and I brought wine).

It was a wonderful post. It was a point of view that had crossed my mind, but I never really thought about, if you know what I mean...

Once I read it, I knew I wouldn't be able to write anything, myself, that could make me feel the way reading that did. That could almost piss me off -(not really, but what's a girl to do?!)

Please go here and read his post...then hang out and check out his fabulous site...you'll thank me.

Really you will...

Go!

Don't want to brag...

BUT...



I got a Wii Fit, I got a Wii Fit!!!

My sweet, wonderful, caring, handsome hubby got me one at Costco today.
Ain't he the greatest?!

Conversations...

Dad - "AJ - I told you to GET DRESSED!!"

AJ - "Ok, ok, ok, already...but only if you know the password"

Dad - "Get dressed...NOW."

AJ - "That isn't the password."

Dad - "It's MY password"

silence

AJ - "That's not a very good password..."

Big scare...It's ok, now...

I don't want to alarm anyone - but my blackberry almost died today.

It's ok, it's ok - I think we have everything under control...but, *sob* it was really close there for a while...

*deep breath*

Now that things are a little calmer, I think I might be able to talk about it, a little. Forgive me if I get a little emotional, I'm sure you can understand...

It all happened so quickly...

Everything seemed fine, I was doing a little light ebook reading, with periodic breaks to check for RSVP's to the Big Party, new comments on my blog and interesting tweets on Twitter...nothing strenuous, just the usual thing.

Suddenly, the phone rang..."hey Gramma..what's up...?" Strangely, the connection was super static-y, I could hardly hear her and then...then...I can't, I just can't...

Sorry. I'm alright. It died, ok? It just cut out, shut down and died.

I was a little in shock, I guess. I must have used the office phone to call her back, although I don't remember what I said...I'm sure I smoothed everything over, so she wouldn't worry, of course.

The next few hours are just a blur...I made it over to the AT &T store, but they just wanted me to pull the plug and but some other crazy model. They didn't even want to try to save her...bastards...

The poor thing just keep shutting down, we were afraid that it was a system wide meltdown. We kept trying...one call, shut down. Start her up, call, shut down...it was tearing me apart!

After a reset, things went back closer to normal. Made a couple calls and things seemed better.

We finally decided that it could just be a minor battery problem. All the issues did disappear when I plugged her into the car charger...so a new battery seemed the smartest place to start.

Of course AT & T had no blackberry batteries. That was a shock, riiiiiight. They suggested the nearby battery store. Sure - $39.99. Really? Not that she doesn't deserve the price - but after paying my mortgage twice this month (don't ask) Things are a little ...uh...short. I decided to take a chance and found a battery online for $14.99.

I know you will all be revealed to hear that - so far tonight, she seems to be holding her own...her prognosis seems good. I'm at least able to take a deep breath and try to relax a little bit.

Just the thought of being without her *choke* was just so frightening...

Thank you all for your support and love...

through my scanner, darkly

This is my Dad kissing my Grandfather. Old pictures are cool, too...

"Uh...hello? Is this thing on...?"

Thanks to the brilliant (and crazy - in a good way) mind of Tattooed Minivan Mom we have been presented with the opportunity to let our "significant other" drive the car, er...work the blog for the day. I have read a couple posts already (what part of Tuesday did I misunderstand?)and they are all hysterical. Needless to say - the pressure is on!
So, without further lead-in, may I introduce Mr. Sticky...

Hello internets peoples.

Let's start with clearing the air...

Three things that really piss me off:
1. Having to smell other people standing way too close to me.
2. Most people's general lack of common sense.
3. Unexplained laughter or swearing.

(this is sticky - I'll be slipping some comments in here when he's not paying attention)

Sorry, just needed to get that off of my chest.

Luckily for me, (and me) Sticky only has a problem with one of those things (sometimes) on a regular basis...
It drives me INSANE to be sitting in my chair, minding my own damned business, watching something (semi-manly) on TV, when from off of the couch will come a *gasp* or a giggle or a "Holy Shit!"

Then silence.

Then more giggles...

Then silence.

Finally....I ask "WHAT??!!"

"Oh, nothing"
(Oh, like that's a crime!)

WTF?

Drives me crazy. I get that you all are talking to each other, entertaining each other, sharing recipes or whatever! (recipes? Really? that's what he gets from this?)
But share the love, Ladies I beg ya...We are a part of the family too. (awww...)
Well, at least share the boobies - I know there's boobies going on in there!
(well, that's more honest)

Now, three things I really like:

1. Naked wife in my bed
2. Naked wife on couch.
3. Naked wife on my pool table. (that's just unsanitary)

I realize that's a pretty narrow list, but that's what I like. Sue me. There are several other places we could go with this (no we couldn't), But I'm already getting dirty looks, better not push things too far on my first (and last) post.

Just so you understand, I have absolutely no problem with my (dearest) wife blogging...as long as she tells me what's so damned funny and stops writing every now and then so she can share the nakedness... that's not so much to ask, no?

Thanks for reading (and commenting) I think maybe the internet knows too much about me...I'm going back to my chair, my anonymity and my "How it's Made" (it's totally American Idol *wink*). Maybe she'll let mecome back someday...G'nite




Mr.

Everything I know...

Five years ago my life changed, forever.

Yes - Baby, five years ago you were born. It feels both a million years ago and just yesterday... I can barely remember a time without you and yet, it's so hard to believe you are five already.

I want to say that I never thought I would be where I am now, feel the things I feel now, but the truth is - I never even had the slightest idea that "here" existed...

Before I met you I thought my life was full and complete.

Before I met you I thought I knew what unconditional love was.

Before I met you I never realized how little I laughed or that, in my heart, I didn't really believe in miracles.

Now I know the truth.

Don't get me wrong...I had a good life. Your dad and I had each other and we loved each other, very much. But you made us a family. You showed us how to love even more and without asking anything in return.

You make me laugh, more times every day than I can even count. Just the thought of you, when I'm away from you, makes me smile.

You are my own personal miracle and I Thank God everyday, for you.

You asked what would happen when you got too big to climb in bed with me in the mornings,
Baby - I will just buy a bigger bed, you will never be too big to be my baby.

"You love me, you really love me....!"

Maybe you just like me...a little?

I just got my very first award! I'm so excited!

Kelley, over at "Yeah, Sure, youbetcha" (I puffy heart those Minnesota girls)gave me this lovely little deal and I likey...

She is a sweet and lovely as the award is - no wonder someone gave it to her first!



It's pretty, isn't it?

*sniff, sniff*

Just like me...

ANYWAY....I'm passing it on(after clutching it to myself for a couple of days...)

Lula at Lulaville She and her Blog are so very pretty, just like this award!

Kat at Sunshine and Lemonade I love her title and her photos on her header...lovely, the whole thing is lovely.

Tabitha at Fresh Mommy
You will love her blog - It really IS Fresh and yummy toooo...

Tena at Crazy Book Slut
First I have to say I LOVE to tell everyone the name of her blog - and she's is lovely slut!

Danielle at Everyday Adventures her blog gives me hope and inspiration...and with all those boys, she could use some pretty!!


Copy, save and add the blog photo to your blog, share the love with 5 of your favorite blogs and be sure to mention who gave it to you (me, that me!!)

(I changed it to five favorites - I have to go take a shower before bed! Priorities!"

Congratulations, HR!!

I just found out (ok, yesterday) that my best friend is preggers! A baby, a baby - I do love me a baby!! And this from someone who claimed she would never have one...and this is #2!! I wish I could give her a big hug...

She lives in Salt Lake City and I haven't seen her in about 3 years...and that was only for a couple hours. Unfortunately, we don't talk very often. She is definitely the best friend I have ever had, but we hardly ever talk any more. She is crazy busy running a business with a husband and a one year old boy (that I have never even seen) and we are out here and we've just lost touch.

It happens, I guess. It's both of our faults - but it still sucks.

We met in 1992. I had just moved to Salt Lake from Minneapolis. I only knew one other person and he wasn't very nice. I got a job (a fantastic job, as it turned out) managing a microbrewery and she worked there, too. I don't remember how we became friends...maybe we just bonded over all of that beer(in a microbrewery, beer is part of your pay - it's awesome)... We worked together for years after that, even owning our own restaurant together. No matter what happened; car accidents, strip clubs, weddings, divorces, moving, bankruptcies, even babies even year long silences - in my heart, she is always my best friend.

She is a lot like me, she hides a lot of herself. It always surprised me when people didn't see her like I see her. She is one of the kindest, most generous, sensitive people I have ever met. I bet she's a great mom. Wish I could be there to see it...

Anyhow, wow! Baby number two...that's so exciting! I think I will have to try harder to have better contact with her. Girlfriends are important.

Love you, girl!

well, I'll be...

"Mama, when I turn 5, I'm leaving you to take care of all the pets at Petsmart."

"Leaving me? As in... moving out?"

"Yeah, well - the small pets and the medium pets and the big pets all need food and brushing and you know, all that stuff. So, I'll need to be there all the time."

"Uh...ok. (Inspiration) What about Daddy and me? Five year olds aren't THAT grown up...who will we take care of? We'll be lonely..."

You will just have to take care of yourself from now on and Daddy. You will have to take care of Daddy. You'll be ok. All the pets will take care of me too. Oh, and I'll have to bring Rex (the Christmas Dinosaur) and River (our dog), but you can keep Daddy..."
"I'll visit."


*choking*

"But Mama, that isn't until I'm 5, ok?"

"Your birthday is Monday, you know...?"

"I'll miss you.
It's really all for the best..."

Thank You cards, sticky style...

Just two thank we are sending out...

AJ helped me with the chalkboard and we talked about what he liked the best about each gift. I wrote some of the things he said onto the photos and glued them onto some plain white card stock I got a big huge box( I use them for everything). I added a note from the grown ups and AJ signed his name.

Voila!

I like them. I did birthday party invites like this...the year before last, I think.

Do you like the personal approach better? Do you think a grandparent would rather get something with a more serious photo, or would this be alright?

Drama - drama I brought extra (need some?)

Evidently, my Blogger dashboard post count (and yours as well, I'm sure)includes drafts, as well as posted blog entries...

Not at 101 posts (or 102 now) - more like 95 or something.

That is a little of a letdown.

Oh well, I'm already so behind on my posts that I will be there in no time, right?

What a bummer (yes, still - so what!)

I just realized that the awful previous post was my 100th post. Darn. I wanted to do something fun. Now I'm stuck with the grumpy, whiny 100...*sigh*

Wait! It's Wednesday - Mama Kat will know what to do...101 is a much better number, anyhow. Hold on...

(talk amongst yourselves)


Ok, I'm back. I've got one -

Mr. Sticky says that I am:

trusting (well sure, why wouldn't I be?)

loyal (until you mess with me one too many times. Well...ok, just one more chance)

compassionate (he says he said passionate and I wrote it down wrong...dumbass)

resourceful (don't make me pull a Macgyver on your ass)

loving ( I am loving, dammit- that oughta be a gimme)

sarcastic (one little comment about spraining his brain over this - and so I said ass twice, no three times...geeesh, give a girl a break - I just got beat down by my gramma already!!)

I think maybe he thinks I'm nicer than I am...I must be doing something right!

Well, hell...

My coffee grinder died.

I must have been really bad...karma or someone is kicking my heinie...

I really hate you, Wells Fargo Bill Pay!

My head is going to explode...

I am the legal guardian of my Gramma, my Dad's mom. She is 86 years old and lives in a long term care foster home. She has lived there for almost 20 years, now and it's exactly where she wants to be. She is very happy there. I should probably add that the reason why she lives there is because she has mental "issues". To be blunt - she's a nut.

I know, I know that was really mean, but - 1. she is and 2. she really, really is and I'm really cranky (sorry). She has a chemical imbalance in her brain. She (according to the family - I've only lived here since 2000) went crazy and had to be committed, she even went through shock treatments. She's fine now, as long as she takes her medication and nothing around her changes. In any way.

Back to the point. Her older sister was her guardian up until May. She (the sister) had some medical issues and so it fell to me. Yeah, all of her family live in town, including 2 of her sons (my dad lives in Minnesota) and I'm the one doing it. I have to pay the bills, give her spending money and keep all of that social security and medicare stuff straight. No problem. Really it is no problem.

Not usually. BUT - Wells Fargo can't seem to get the rent check right. I schedule it for the right day and it takes six plus days to get there. Try explaining internet bill pay to two semi-crazy 80 something year old women and why it doesn't seem to be working. Between the people that run the place and those two women it has been insane here today. They act like I'm over here, sitting on the check and rubbing my hands together like a (really easily satisfied) supervillian.

Why no one simply called and asked why the rent check hadn't arrived, escapes me. Instead, they got the sisters all worked up and then they called and exploded all over me. Fun times. Anyone ever have a sweet, nice 86 year old lady swear and yell at them? It ain't fun.

"Don't take it personally" I was told. Riiiight... It is personal, there's just no pretending that that wasn't one of the most awful, hurtful phone conversations I have ever had (hello Oprah). And now I have to go over there tomorrow and be calm and adult and not let any of this show and take care of the problem. It's just a check people! The money is there, no one is gonna get tossed out or go hungry - it's all ok! If someone would have called and asked yesterday, it all could have been taken care of...

God, I don't mean to be so whiny. It isn't a hard thing to do (other than all the doctors appointments and trips across town for change) I really don't mind it at all and it is really important. But I hate the yelling and I hate the accusations. I just can't handle that - screaming phone calls are too much.

I'm going to go bury my head under my pillow and pretend tomorrow isn't coming

My turn to cook? How about raw fish...?

Oh,Riiight!! It's "sushi"...guess I'm not such a bad cook, after all....

Save yourselves...! I'll eat the cake!

Yep. the cake got made, take a peek...

From Food

It was wonderful. I guess the recipes I found must have been pretty good, because the one I came up with - rocks (maybe a tiny bit less carrot next time, but that's just me)!
Pretty, don't you think? And yes, that is our wedding champagne (the final bottle)...carrot cake with bubbly ain't half bad...

From Food

As long as I'm showing off! Here is our dinner...

From Food

Two whole dungeness crab, two pounds of prawns, baby yukon taters, corn on the cob, sun-dried tomato chicken sausage and kielbasa sausage.

We do this every New Years Day. It is yummy and messy and lots of fun! Then we stuck the kid in bed, snuggled on the couch and the rest is rated PG-13...or R...or something... (I can't remember...exactly)