THE F WORD

No, not that F word. Football was the one I was referring to. It is that time of year again and every Monday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday (did I get the days right? cause it feels like EVERYDAY) if you enter the football stadium that is our house you will hear yelling, screaming and various words that we teach our children NOT to say.  The television is tuned to screams football. complete with the big screen, wolfer and surround sound so you get the full effect. just like in the stadium. all day. all night. game after game. after game.

That I can handle... for the most part.

Now for the other F word. Nooo, not that one. Fantasy. or Fake. As much as I like football... pre kids I could actually sit and watch a game... maybe have a few beers while I watch.... I have never understood the fantasy thing. Every year, for years hubby and a group of friends get together and pretend they own a NFL team. They have questionable names for their teams such as "Skillachi di Mar", "Gorilla Monsoon", "Merciless Zachammer" and "Jieux Redux". I could go on....  how about... "Mudcat's Pubic Opus".  I know. dont ask. They jockey for players from real teams to be on their fake teams to compete against each other each week in their fake football world.

A few days ago, hubby announced it was time.  He grabbed a beer and headed to the office to get ready for the fake draft only to return a few minutes later announcing he had the date wrong. Turns out he was overanxious to compile his fake team. Not to worry preseason is just heating up and this season is going to be a good one.  Soon enough he will be locked down with his buddies, computers in hand, stadium noise at ear deafening decibels where trades will be made, stats will be compiled and trash talk will fly.  Sure, in the end there is a significant money pot for the winner. But the true win lies in the victory itself. One of them will gain the rights to thump their chest and gloat for the next several months.

Until next season...
when it starts all over again.
~SOS~

IRISH BEER & CHEESE BREAD

A few people have asked me for this recipe, so here it is. Not mine, I found it on the Internet and I wish I remembered where because she deserves all the credit. I just followed her directions. Very simple, very fattening and very very yummy!

Irish Beer and Cheese Bread

Ingredients: 

1 cup sharp cheddar cheese, shredded 

1 cup extra sharp white cheddar cheese, shredded 

½ cup Dubliner cheese, shredded 

3¼ cups all-purpose flour 

1 tablespoon baking powder 

1 teaspoon dry mustard 

½ teaspoon kosher salt 

¼ teaspoon cayenne pepper 

¼ teaspoon white pepper 

1 large garlic clove, minced or pressed through a garlic press 

¾ cup sour cream 

1¼ cup beer, Irish Red Ale 

1 tablespoon worcestershire sauce 

1 egg

Directions: 

Preheat oven to 350°. Grease a 9×5 loaf pan and set aside. 

1. Grate all the cheeses, keeping them separated. Measure out the necessary amounts listed above. 

2. From the measured piles of cheese, separate out about ¼ cup of the sharp cheddar, ¼ cup of the white cheddar and ⅛ cup of the Dubliner and reserve for topping the bread later. 

3. In a large bowl, combine the remaining cheeses, the flour, baking powder, salt, mustard, peppers and garlic. Stir to coat the cheese in flour. 

4. In a small bowl whisk together the sour cream, beer, worcestershire sauce and egg.

5. Pour into dry mixture. 

6. Mix the dough just until combined. Scoop dough into prepared pan and push down to evenly spread the dough across the pan. Sprinkle with reserved cheese. 

7. Bake for about 50 minutes or until a knife inserted into the center comes out clean.

~SOS~

SHE'S BACK

I am really sick of Miss Fairy. I know she is there. I can feel her evil snicker. That and Little K is drooling and chewing on everything. toys, furniture, me, Punks, the dog. oh and the fever. We have gone through so much Tylenol I am considering buying stock.  Don't judge.  I don't ordinarily drug my kids (usually I drug myself), but drastic times...

Yesterday, Little K and Punk's were playing with the disney princess dolls.  Punk's foot dangling over the side of the chair.  Little K must have thought it looked appealing and decided maybe Punk's big toe could be used instead of the teething ring in her hand. So, she crawled over and bit down. with her 2 teeth. Screams of pain at ear deafening decibels shot out of Punk's mouth. jumping around on one foot. arms flying in all directions. completed with the dramatic drop to the floor in exhaustion. You would have thought Little K chomped the toe right off.  After, a solid hour of whining, three very wet washcloths to wipe away the pain and a pack of princess bandaids, we somehow we managed to save the toe. It was a close one, but she still has all 5 on each foot.

later, Punks tells Little K, "no problem, my toe okay now" 

whew. we are all so glad.   

What seemed like an eternity after that, it was bedtime. I battled Punks about brushing her teeth before bed. Does it ever end? I am quickly growing weary of your games Miss Fairy. 

I tell her ONE story and then bed. she plucked Go the F*^K to Sleep out from under the coffee table. okayyy. appropriate. good choice Punks. 

If only she had listened to my words....
"it is time to sleep my little princess"
..... now, go the F^*K to sleep!
~SOS~