Homemade Fresh Lemonade Kool-Aid and Other Things You Should Know

1.  I like to paint bathrooms.
2.  I like to paint bathrooms in my pajamas.
3.  My pajamas are old t-shirts.
4.  I don't brush my hair when I paint bathrooms in my pajamas.
5.  I like to take pictures of myself while painting bathrooms in my pajamas to prove that I actually do stuff.

6. I used to wear Tom's Deodorant, because I don't like aluminum in my deodorant. I buy Peach scented Tom's Deodorant.
7.  My husband told me that Tom's Deodorant doesn't work.
8.  My husband told me I didn't smell like peaches. He said I smelled like something else.
9. I gave the deodorant to my kid. I think she smells like peaches.

Creamy Dreamy Lime Ice Cream: No Ice Cream Maker Required

(Today, I'm also at Great Expectations. I've got a Perfect Summer Dinner Recipe calling your name!)

It's summertime. Which for all intents and purposes, is the time for laziness.  If you're of that vibe, which I totally am.

However, there are somethings, that one should not be lazy about.

Paying the Bills. Don't be lazy about that. That could cause some issues.
And mowing the lawn. Pay attention. I don't want you to lose your toes.
And diving in the pool, try to take a few seconds to focus. Or else things could go array.

Green Apple Tea Slush

My brains are pushing on the edge of my skull trying to get out.
I can feel the thumping. Thump. Pound. Thump. Pound.

If my children ask me for something to eat ONE MORE TIME, I think the thumping will cease, my head will just burst open and my brains will splatter EVERYWHERE.

I really think it could happen.
WHY ARE THEY SO HUNGRY?
WHY MUST THEY LOOK AT ME LIKE I AM STARVING THEM?
HOW DOES SO MUCH FOOD FIT IN SUCH SMALL MOUTHS?

Peanut Brittle and Friendship. . . .Perfection.

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"A single rose can be my garden. . . .A single friend, my world."
~ Leo Buscaglia, Tireless Advocated of the Power of Love (1924-1998)

Friends.

I love them. They love me back.They make me happy.

Last weekend, I went to visit a few of my oldest most dearest friends.
And we got are toes done.
And our nails done did.



You can't tell it from the picture, but my finger nails have sparkles in them :) 



Alligator Gar Balls: Is it an Alligator or A Fish?

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Recently, I got that fuzzy, warm feeling in my belly.
The kind that comes from nostalgia, the smell of fresh cut grass and peppermint toothpaste.

My husband's uncle gave me a fish. Freshly caught, head attached, armor intact.

Big whoop.

Oh yeah. It is BIG.  And is totally worth a WHOOP.
It was an Alligator Gar.

This was a baby. Only about 3 ft in length.

The Unofficial Harry Potter Sweet Shoppe Kit Giveaway

Update: And the Winner Is. . . . . .

Wehaf
The Lord of the Rings: ROTK.  I'm so glad they came out with an extended edition.  I hope they do the same for HP 7.1 and 7.2.

Please contact me at nickiwoo.thehomeguru@gmail.com in the next 48 hours to collect your prize, otherwise a new winner will be chosen!


Congrats!!!!

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Today is a glorious and a sad, sad, day indeed.

Today is the end of a long journey for myself and millions of other people.
The last of 8 adored movies opens today, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II.

This entire week my wee little ones and I have been preparing for this day to arrive.

Beginning with the arrival of our essential Unofficial Harry Potter Sweet Shoppe Kit, that my eldest quite literally pushed me over to get to.

Homemade Lower Sugar Fig Jam and Canning In the Microwave

I'm mad at him.

A few days ago we woke up in our bed, I looked at him and smiled. He leaned over and kissed me.  I said, "Wait, is the door locked?"  And he quickly looked up at the door, which is easily 20 feet away, at the teeny tiny little knob and said, "Yeah, it's locked."

Reason #1: He has good eyesight, and mine is going to crap as we speak.

Exhibit A: New glasses.

My Mama's Okra Gumbo

My Mama's Gumbo.

This is my mom.
My mama.
My mommy.

My mother depicted in a painting circa 1968.

She's here for the holiday, and I love her. Love her, Love her, Love her.

But. . . . .

Somebody (who rhymes with mister, is related to me, and called me horrible things when I was younger) and looks like this. . . .

 took a really ugly picture of her and posted it as my mother's Facebook profile picture.


First of all, where is she? And then if you can find her, it looks like she's shooting daggers at the camera person. Maybe she is.. . . . .



Quick and Easy Crawfish Boil

I'm not even sure how she does it.
She just walks off the plane, and EVERYBODY is putty in her hands.

She says something, and it's golden.
"Hey Girls, let's help your mom and clean up the entire house!" and all four of my kids jump up and start scrubbing the walls.

How does she do that?
I think it's magic. Maybe Voodoo.

She'll spank my hide for saying that. IT'S NOT VOODOO.

Such a misconception about people from Louisiana. My mother does not practice black magic. She goes only by the grace of God.  You hear me Mommy? Only by the grace of God!  She's gonna kill me. I've really done it. 

I'M JUST SAYIN'. . . .it's awfully strange, how the wildlife flocks to her, like she's some Grandmother Nature. The birds of the air, the animals of the sea, the children of the house.  They all still in her presence.

Whisky Baked Beans

Sometimes, I wake up on Friday, stuff happens and then I wake up sometime later on Monday (or Tuesday, as it were) and I'm not sure what I did.

Like the WHOLE ENTIRE WEEKEND IS GONE, and I haven't a clue what happened.
AND . . . . . .I didn't even drink alcohol, so that can't be my excuse.

I mean, I wanted to drink alcohol.  Or rather EAT alcohol. But that wouldn't be my fate this lovely 4th of July.

Because we had to go to a parade.  That started at 9 am.

Movie Review: MONTE CARLO and A Minty Lemon-Cooler

Let me tell you this.

I can not. Lie. To. Save. My. Life.

If your life depends on it, don’t ask me to save your tail. My face will turn red, my mouth will dry up, and my eyes will betray me, resulting in the betrayal of you, no matter how much you make my heart go pitter patter.

I’m just not built to have a poker face.

Consequently, I’m not even built to watch those with a poker face. Lying just makes me very uncomfortable indeed.

Lying to people who deserve to be lied to. I’m uncomfortable.
Lying to get the salesman off my phone. I’m uncomfortable.
Lying to my mother, who is looking me dead in the eye. Never gonna happen.

So asking me to sit through a movie (MONTE CARLO), where the main character, Grace (Selena Gomez), lies so that she can impersonate a princess, made me mildly nauseous, in a good way.