We are a potato loving household here but we were getting burned out on the same old recipes over and over again so recently I have been branching out and trying some new recipes I have found and I wanted to share my top ten picks with all of you.
1.Cheesy potato ranch bake
- 4 pounds russet potatoes, cut into 1/4 inch cubes
- 2 teaspoons chili powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
- 6 tablespoons butter, cubed
- 1 (8 ounce) package shredded colby-Monterey Jack cheese blend
- 1 (8 ounce) bottle Ranch dressing
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C). Lightly grease a 9×13 inch baking dish.
- Place the potatoes in the baking dish. Season with chili powder, salt, and pepper. Evenly distribute the butter over the potatoes.
- Cover dish with aluminum foil, and bake 1 hour in the preheated oven, until potatoes are tender. Remove from oven, and mix in the cheese and Ranch dressing. Continue cooking 10 minutes, or until cheese is melted and bubbly.
Working a full time job is tough. Being a mother of small children and working a full time job is even harder. I have to hand it to all you Mamas that work outside the home. With that said, sometimes employers just make me so mad.
My sister has worked for a bank for 16 years. She is only 31 so half her life she has dedicated to her job. She has put her all into it. She has spent more time working and making her branch successful in most weeks than she spends on her home and family. Yesterday, she was told that she needed to attend a mandatory meeting. Her bank was recently acquired and she knew it was in regards to the acquisition, but not sure exactly what the meeting would be about.
She sat in a room with many of the co-workers she had worked next to for many years. A group of 4 people that she had never met before walking into the meeting room, said hello, and proceeded to very coldly tell them all that they would be out of a job as of December 16th of this year. They were told that if they wanted a job with the new bank they would have to go online and apply like anyone off the street would. They were told if they don’t stay until at least December 2nd, they would not get their severance packages. They were handed a packet of papers and told the meeting was over.
Posted 10-31-2011 at 09:04 AM by Mel
I have spent quite a bit of money over the last few years on herbal salves, especially ones for diaper rashes. I have always been intimidated at the concept of making my own as it sounded complex. Boy was I wrong! A few weeks ago I learned to make my own and it’s SO easy!
First of all, herbal salves are just a simple mix of infused oils, wax, and sometimes essential oils. They are used externally and can be made many different ways to suit your needs. In order to make herbal salves you need to find a good supplier for wax (I prefer beeswax), herbs (they MUST be completely dry in order to have a good shelf life), and a good quality carrier oil. The quality of ingredients you choose will affect the quality of your salve, so choose wisely. Also, be familiar with the herbs you are using and their recommended usages. With the internet this can be done easily and quickly.
I am going to share with you a quick recipe to make Calendula Salve as it is easy to make and has many uses (including diaper cream).
What you will need:
A glass oven safe dish
Dried Calendula petals
Storage container (glass or metal are best – you can use wide mouth canning jars)
Posted 10-31-2011 at 08:53 AM by Krista
A girlfriend of mine and I were talking tonight about the man she plans to marry. I think he is a wonderful, funny, quirky guy. I also don’t think he is the one for her.
She is very religious—he isn’t. She is very hardworking, goal-oriented, and motivated. He thinks it’s OK to just get by. She loves long, serious talks about the things that matter, she loves to debate. He has limited interests.
Now, let me reiterate something: I think he is a great guy, who will make some girl very happy, I just don’t think that girl is my friend. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I know that I could be wrong.
Tonight, she commented on the fact that they have run out of things to talk about, and how she wished he would focus on getting a job.
I took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “Do you think…are you sure he’s going to make you happy? Do you think…do you think maybe you should wait for The One?” (Admittedly, I took a big risk telling her that I didn’t think he was The One.)
She turned to me and said, with rancor in her voice, “Krista, let’s face it: I am twenty-seven years old, I’m not engaged. I’m an old maid.”
Posted 10-30-2011 at 07:45 AM by Krista
One thing I’ve noticed in the time that I’ve been here on DS is that the risk of drama can be huge when you post on a thread. Seriously, at times we have our own online version of Jerry Springer here! Wow. I try to be very careful how I phrase things, but nine times out of ten, someone gets offended. I’ve even had people get offended by my blog posts, one that I honestly thought would make people laugh.
We’re all (mostly) women here (please don’t be offended dads! I beg you!) and we’re doing the best we can to raise our children, to love our families, to provide good (or at least edible) food while keeping house. Some of us work, some of us go to school. Some of us do both (guilty!).
What does it matter if I use disposables and you cloth diaper your little ones? I tried it, it didn’t work out. We each have to make the decision best for our families. Who cares if I give my child formula instead of breast milk? At least I’m feeding her (which I couldn’t when my breasts stopped producing milk without warning, by the way) and isn’t that the most important thing?
We need to have more respect for one another. We need to say, “Hey, I see you’re doing the best you can, good for you! Hang in there!” Instead, we nitpick, we
I have always told by my doctor that postpartum bleeding can last for six weeks so when that mark came and went and I was still bleeding I started to get a little bit worried. I did some reading and found out some women just bleed longer so as long as I was not bleeding heavily or getting a fever I should be okay. That made me feel a little better so I went on with my daily life. Three more weeks pass and I am still bleeding, so this time I call the doctor. I was able to talk to a nurse and she told me until I had been bleeding for three months, got a fever, started bleeding heavily or passing large clots there was nothing they could do.
It was right before 11 weeks of bleeding that something very unexpected happened. I passed three dime sized pieces of placenta. I was shocked. How on earth could I have had retained placenta this long and not gotten sick, how on earth did they miss it since I had a d&c by hand hours after giving birth and how much more was there? After talking to a few people that had the same thing happen my fears got better, since I was still not sick or bleeding heavily I would probably be ok. Not even two days later my bleeding was completely gone. I am very lucky that I did not end up very sick or need another d&c. I do not know what stopped me from getting sick but I do know I am happy that my body took care of things on its own. This was my fourth delivery, I had never dealt with something like this before. My other three kids I only bled for about three weeks, so this threw me for a loop. I wanted to share my experience in hopes of helping someone else. I also want to share some information I learned along the way.
What is normal and what is not information can be found here.
Information on postpartum hemorrhage can be found here.
Information on retained placenta can be found here.
I just celebrated my three year anniversary. I got into a little argument with my husband the night before and didn’t speak to him for 3 hours. This is a long time for me (I am a talker.) I posted a thread about our fight and there were a few other wives that commented and many said that they knew how I felt and were sorry I was having a bad day.
Marriage isn’t easy, is it? I love my husband very much, but sometimes I just don’t like him. We fight about silly things and sometimes we fight about important things. We usually always have to compromise and sometimes neither of us is truly happy with the resolution but we do it for our marriage and for our children. I am sure he would say the same thing, but would probably tell you I get my way more often than he does (which is probably true.)
My 21 month old, Brooke, has been in speech therapy for about two months now. She has been doing pretty well but doesn’t have any “new words” yet. Her therapist, Dawn, is very friendly and always keeps me involved which is very important to me.
Dawn has been teaching Brooke to sign. It was slow at first but she seems to be picking things up quicker as the sessions go by. Every time she signs to me I get so excited and smile like a kid at Christmas. She has learned the sign for “more” and “eat.” She knows these two pretty well and uses them appropriately.
I have been studying sing language myself, so I can teach and learn with her. I looked at a typical day with her and thought about the words we use most often. The first that came to mind (besides the ones she already knew) was “milk.” I looked up the way to sign “milk” and showed her the next time she wanted milk. I said the word, did the sign, and then said the word again. I then said the word and made Brooke do the sign with her hands. Then I asked, “Brooke, do you want some milk?” (I did the sign as I said this) and Brooke immediately smiled up at me and did the sign herself. I was overjoyed!
Posted 10-29-2011 at 08:00 AM by Krista
I have two beautiful, incredible little girls. I cannot imagine any other girl being as sweet, as adventurous, as loveable as mine. With that said, I want a boy. I always have.
Growing up, my relationship with my mother could be rocky (I guess that’s probably true for every teenager!), and as a result, I decided I’d probably do better with boys. When I was pregnant for the first time, I knew was having a girl, in a way that no one can understand unless they’ve been there themselves. It wasn’t something I could explain, though I tried. I just felt it in my bones—we needed to start thinking pink. Though I felt a bit begrudging and disappointed, I was so certain that I shrugged it off and started getting excited about having a little girl.
On the day of the ultrasound, our sweetheart didn’t want to cooperate. She kept her legs crossed, and even though the ultrasound tech said that “only girls” did this, and he had my assurances, it wasn’t good enough for my husband. He wanted to be sure before he got excited. After two hours of drinking soda and doing jumping jacks, we had our answer: sugar and spice, and everything nice.
I have had food struggles with my oldest son for several years now. Instead of making food a battle with him though I have simply started finding ways to make new foods more interesting for him. Instead of dwelling on the fact that the food is something new, I find a way to make it fun or interesting for him and this makes meal times so much better for the whole family.
1. Get your kids involved
– My kids are so much more likely to not only try something new but also enjoy it if they were involved in making it to begin with. They help me with mixing, measuring and all kinds of things.
2. Make shapes with the food.
– I bought a set of hearts, dinosaur and animal cutters for using on sandwiches. My kids love it.
– Make a mickey mouse pancake or other animal shapes. When making blueberry pancakes I make the blueberries look like a smiley face.
– Make meatloaf cupcakes. I use my cupcake pan, frost them with mashed potatoes and the sprinkles are shredded cheese. It was a huge hit. I have also frosted them with ketchup.