That day was not when my miserable allergies turned into a killer sinus infection.

Though at times it feels like the end of the world.

*Note: autographed copies of me snorting salt water with my netti pot are available upon request.

Or that thanks to my babysitting parents, Jamie and I were finally able to see Bourne Ultimatum (possibly the best action flick I’ve ever seen). This, after several weeks of being rejected/flaked on by babysitters. You know: that same species we throw our money at so they can sit on our couch and eat our food.

That day, the world rocked.

Or the fact that today was the Hurricane’s first day of preschool.

Au contraire. For six blessed hours each week, there will be peace in the world.

But rather, the day the world stopped turning was when I went to Super Target to buy some rolls.

And came out with only rolls.

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I tried this recipe from Bon Appétit for dinner last night:

Roasted Curried Cauliflower

12 cups cauliflower florets (from about 4 pounds cauliflower)
1 large onion, peeled, quartered
1 teaspoon coriander seeds
1 teaspoon cumin seeds
3/4 cup olive oil
1/2 cup red wine vinegar
3 1/2 teaspoons curry powder
1 tablespoon Hungarian hot paprika
1 3/4 teaspoons salt
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro

Preparation: Preheat oven to 450°F. Place cauliflower florets in large roasting pan. Pull apart onion quarters into separate layers; add to cauliflower. Stir coriander seeds and cumin seeds in small skillet over medium heat until slightly darkened, about 5 minutes. Crush coarsely in mortar with pestle. Place seeds in medium bowl. Whisk in oil, vinegar, curry powder, paprika, and salt. Pour dressing over vegetables; toss to coat. Spread vegetables in single layer. Sprinkle with pepper.

Roast vegetables until tender, stirring occasionally, about 35 minutes. (Can be made 2 hours ahead. Let stand at room temperature. Rewarm in 450°F oven 10 minutes, if desired.)
Mound vegetables in large bowl. Sprinkle with fresh cilantro. Serve warm or at room temperature.

P.S. Do not ever try this recipe. It sucks.

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Last weekend, we took the kids to Olde Town for a fun-filled evening at a live jazz cafe and strolled around with ice cream cones afterwards. It was one of those times when everything just felt right.

And so it would seem perfectly natural to bring up the subject of…err…death?

The catalyst for our conversation occured on the way home after we drove past our city’s cemetery.

“Have you ever been in there, Jamie?”

“No, I don’t know anyone who is buried there.”

“Where should we be buried someday?”

“I don’t really care. So long as it is under a tree.”

“You do realize that is prime real estate, don’t you?”

“Just stick me in a box under a tree in the mountains. I’m not picky.”

“Nice to know.”

“We could be double stacked.”

“I’d be honored.”

“But I want you on top.”

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What a craaaazy week full of water, hikes and fun in the sun! For the 4th, I convinced still-sore Jamie to bike across town to a pancake breakfast and even threw in the clause that I would haul the children in the trailer. Because evidently all this heat has made my brain go to mush. Did I mention it was uphill? Both ways.

The kids had a grand time viewing the fireworks that night. Truth be told, I had an even grander time watching Bode (who has been walking for a couple of weeks) attempt to wobble down the small hill upon which we were perched. The kid surely has a future in gymnastics. And no, I didn’t feel badly for chuckling at his misadventures. I even gave that last roll/face plant a 10. Because I am supportive like that.

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I am alive but it has just been a busy week with a compendium of activities. I shall give the full report when I can carve out more than a few minutes. For now, I am currently throwing everything together to go to the beach with the kids today. Yes, you heard correctly: I shall immerse myself in sun, sand and water a.k.a. the three plagues of Amber.

However, I would be remiss if I did not thank you, dear friends, for your generosity. First, for nominating me for a Rockin’ Girl Blogger award.

I would like to return the favor to Loralee, Wendy, Kristy, Stie, and Aubrey.

I am also a finalist for “Most Athletic” in the 2007 Bloggy Hoss Elections. On behalf of moms everywhere who wear sweatpants to scale tall mountains because they can’t yet fit back into their sassy little hiking pants, I graciously accept this nomination. Why else should you vote for me?

• I climbed to the top of the stairs today…without losing my breath.
• I did leg lunges for an hour yesterday whilst cleaning out the fridge after a 5-gallon container of fruit punch magically combusted. And I am not sore.

The funny thing is I didn’t even know I was in the running. Get it? Most Athletic? Running.

I am still shocked I wasn’t nominated for Class Clown….

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I got me some Good Mail today! For those not familiar with Good Mail, I have recently signed up with two different bloggers to send and receive little packages and notes to/from a whole lot of fun gals.

Oh, and did I mention I receive things? Cute things? Because it is not enough to obsess over the comments left on my blog. Now I have another outlet for my obsession that involves running to the mailbox every day. I have received some darling packages and I am remiss I have not posted about them. And so let this be my penance.

Diedra, a cute newlywed in Utah, was my assigned swap partner and nailed my package on the head. Admittedly, I was a wee bit worried when I pulled out her “Scrapbook in a Box” because many of you know that scrapbooking ain’t my forte. But then I noticed the layouts were already finished and all I have to do is add my finishing touches.

Now that is a girl who gets me.

She also sent a great recipe book for spring/summer dishes, her husband’s CD (that I can’t wait to hear) and GoLean Crunch, a favorite that will go into our trail mix this weekend.

And so any of you who are vacillating upon whether or not to send me Good Mail, hesitate not.

And NO, Mr. Wells Fargo Mortgage Man, “Good Mail” does not include you.

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I have been doubled over in an inordinate amount of pain the past several days. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat and it hurts to talk (note: I did not say “can’t” on the latter point; gotta make an exception somewhere).

The culprit? A canker.

Evidently I do not have high pain tolerance.

In my defence, that Mother of All Cankers is the offspring of the three hours I spent in the dentist’s chair last week as she prepped my decaying mouth for a major overhaul. Some of you may remember my first dental appointment after birthing Hadley–that same rendez-vous that revealed my nine-month pukefest had done irreparable damage to my teeth.

Just as we were making attempts to fix it, I found out I was pregnant with Bode and so we had to hold off.

Well, I was on-hold for about eighteen months: nine for the pregnancy, another nine mustering up the nerve to go back in. During that time, simple cavities and fillings blossomed into a veritable rock rot garden of crowns and root canals.

Who knew?

Tomorrow is my first of many follow-up visits wherein I pour my life savings into my mouth. My dentist referred me to an endodentist for Phase I. Not familiar with endos? This is a medical term for Chinese Torture.

Or a Pollack Mercenary. Sadly, I know all about that, too.

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