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Showing posts with label Mantra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mantra. Show all posts

Thursday, September 27, 2018

No Use Crying Over Spilled Salsa

We tend to eat a bit later around here due to the various sports practices.  I really like to eat as a family so I will move dinner times to accommodate schedules to try to have everyone present.  Sometimes we might eat at 4:00 p.m. or 7:30 p.m., right now it is 7:30 p.m.  After the three boys get home from football practice, we eat dinner, dishing up as they walk in the door.

This night we were have carnitas, refried beans and red rice (Spanish Rice).  Eddy began making what we call, red rice, when Quinton was three or so.  Everyone loves Eddy's red rice especially Declan and Zany!  The one person who refuses to eat this famous rice is McCoy.

We are big salsa fans at this house and we had several salsas to chose from to put on the tacos.  McCoy selected the full jar of Pace salsa and quickly turned it upside down.  We all sat in shock as nearly the entire bottle dumped onto McCoy's plate and the tablecloth.  Everyone began talking at once asking McCoy what was he thinking? McCoy said, "I was trying to get it out slowly."  Why turn it completely upside down then we all wondered.  Eddy to the rescue; he grabbed the dough scrapper to squeegee the salsa off the tablecloth.  McCoy was very upset about it all but he learned another life lesson and now we have a new mantra:

Poor McCoy

Eddy displays the table salsa!

Trying to cheer him up only brings smiles to Zany and Archer.  Once we had cleaned off the table and removed the excess salsa from his tacos, McCoy was able to settle down and eat.  

Mantra #2 No Use Crying Over Spilled Salsa!






Thursday, August 23, 2018

Mantra #1

Every mom needs a few mantras (Alexa defines a mantra as oft repeated phrases) that she trouts out when the occasion warrants it. My own mom has lots of mantras she likes to tell my sister and dad, mainly about being happy (Choose to be happy) and contented with your lot in life (Happiness is wanting what you have, not wanting what you don't have).  My mantras tend toward the I told you so vein or life advice as I like to call it.

Quinton has grown his hair out long enough that it is a problem for football.  He needs to tame that mop and so he wears a headband to hold his hair out of his eyes.   Well he misplaced his headband and couldn't find it anywhere. He would storm about looking for it shouting accusations at everyone, "How we shouldn't touch his stuff!" and "Why do you have to move my stuff around!" Of course it was everyone's fault but his own that he didn't have his headband.

Quinton's mop of hair


Mantra #1: Clean until you find it!

Whenever someone loses something I love to share Mantra #1! If you clean you will find it, is a universal truth or should be.  Quinton refused to follow my mantra #1. Two days went by with his mop of hair in his eyes at football practice.  Today as I was cleaning what should I find? His missing headband.  I put his headband on a statue, took a picture and texted him.

"I cleaned"