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The Moultrie News

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Click HERE to read this week’s article in The Moultrie News. (Aubrey tells me her Daddy is smarter than me- you KNOW I ain’t going down like that.)

Recipe: Cajun Pecan Tilapia

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I made this for dinner tonight because I decided I would not be going back to the grocery until Friday. So I grabbed some spices and went to town and it was DELSIH. In case you don’t know, you can buy boxes of frozen tilapia at Wal-Mart for around $12 and the filets are frozen individually. I keep a box in the freezer and thaw them in cool water for quick dinners.

You need:

4 tilapia filets
2-3 T of brown sugar
2-3 T blackening seasoning
2-3 T pecans diced fine
Mix all dry ingredients in a small bowl

spicy brown mustard

1 T olive oil
1 T butter

After thawing the filets I put about 1 teaspoon of brown mustard on each filet to coat evenly, then sprinkle with your spice/pecan mixture. Flip the filets and repeat. Melt butter into olive oil on medium high heat and cook fish until slightly browned and fish flakes easily.

I served this with baked sweet potatoes which was a nice compliment to the sweet and spicy pecans, and a green salad.

Yes, I made this up. Yes, it rocks. And yes, I plan on putting this on boneless skinless chicken breasts and baking them, and possibly on a pork tenderloin. YUM!

Overheard

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Aubrey (5) and Emma (3) are their bedroom playing and this is the convo:

Aubrey: Pretend I’m SIX and you’re FIVE!
Emma: Ok! Fe-tend, I’m weally foo-ti-ful!
Aubrey: OK!
Emma: And fe-tend you ah human…

Say who??

Aubrey Said: Do You SEE?

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Yesterday my husband, Zeb, was attempting to get Aubrey ready for kindergarten. She wears uniforms, so you would think that all he would have to do is grab a uniform, pour her a bowl of cereal and they could be out the door. But there are dress code rules, certain shirts are OK with skirts and not with jumpers, and while Aubrey has a firm grasp of these rules, her Daddy does not.

Zeb was trying to do me a favor and let me sleep late, because our three year old and one year old were still sleeping and we had nowhere to go. But at 7am Zeb shook me awake and said, “I need help. Aubrey is sprawled out in her floor crying about how I don’t understand the rules and she needs help. Help. Please.”

I got out of the bed and walked to Aubrey’s room to find her exactly as he had described. She cried harder when she saw me and said, “Momma! Daddy is making me crazy!” I hugged her and helped her find the clothes she wanted while she continued to lament trying to get dressed with her Daddy’s help.

“He wanted me to wear a T-SHIRT with my skirt!” She cried.

“I know, honey, he was trying to help you.”

“But I told him I could only wear my button shirt with my skirt! And he didn’t care!”

“He just didn’t know.”

About this time, I had finished braiding Aubrey’s hair and she was dampening her hands to pat down some of the frizz from her curls. Zeb walked into the bathroom holding a toasted waffle in his hand and set it on the bathroom counter. “Here you go Aubrey,” he said, trying once again to be helpful.

Aubrey turned to me with her hands on her hips and burst into tears, “DO YOU SEE MOMMA? I want my waffle ON A PLATE! WITH SYRUP! IN THE KITCHEN! SEE, Momma!”

Keepin It Real, Yo…(Is that how you say it?)

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So I know I’m usually just more fun than a barrel’o’monkeys, but today’s just been one of those days where I feel like I went in Wal-Mart and emerged 12 hours later to find that I have no idea where my car is or what it even looks like, ya know what I’m sayin’?

Aubrey (5) has been alternating screaming at me since she got home from school, “MOMMA, I WANT TO SEE THE GRANDHOG ON TB!” (Not a typo, that’s what she calls The Groundhog and The TV,) with counting to 100, which she can do very well thankyouverymuch. And has done. About 100 times.

Aubrey has also developed a fascination with vampires. I have no idea where she gets this because she’s never even heard the word at home. But she seems to have an extensive knowledge of vampires, which she learned from, “the sharp pointy vampire tooth in my mouth.”

Emma (3) just turned up a bag full of Oreo dust. Even though I swept, mopped AND vacuumed my kitchen floor yesterday, lo, even getting on MY HANDS AND KNEES to get the really disgusting spots, in less than 24 hours I could add water to my floors and we could mud wrassle. (AGAIN, I realize this is NOT how you spell this word, but this is my world and my rant.)

Motherhood has owned me today. Motherhood chewed me up and spit me out. And I’m tired, I’ll be happy and silly again tomorrow, but right now…I want my Mommy. Wah!