Disney's prequel to the Wizard of Oz, titled Oz: The Great and Powerful, which stars James Franco as the man himself, is well into production, and a Perezcious reader sent us this really neat photo that an extra posted on Facebook - with a flying monkey!
Ch-ch-check it out (above)!
Pretty cool make-up and effects, right? Not to mention the wingspan on that thing!
We can't imagine how cool it's going to look in the finished product!
I don't have a newborn that I have to be up to breastfeed. Those days are over, sadly.
I don't work at a radio station morning show or for the local television station that requires me to wake up at this time.
So, why am I up? The same reason I've slept more on the sofa than in my own bed for at least part of the past 3 years.
It's raining outside as well.
The cat Sophie is in the kitchen hunting something. Does that mean I have to go look? Hell no, she better kill and eat whatever it is.
Okay, so I can't take my own advice....I had to investigate. We live in Texas and it's a mostly wooded area. And that means tree roaches. I've grown up with them. At a very early age we were taught the difference between roaches. Yes, there is a difference....according to my mother type person. The big ones are called 'tree roaches'. Those are the huge ass roaches that can make noise walking on shit because they're so friggin big. The smaller roaches she called 'the nasty filthy roach', and they're there because you're a nasty filthy person. Where there is filth, there are the nasty ones. Basically, if you have small roaches it's because you're a horrible housekeeper.
Anyway, we have tree roaches. They live outside under tree bark and love wet and humid areas to live in. However, they will come and venture inside. Gross. When my husband's home, I scream like an idiot and make him kill them. When he's not home, I have to be brave and kill them so my kids will stop screaming. I hate being brave. Roaches are gross.
Guess what was in the kitchen being played with by Sophie? A huge tree roach. Like the brave woman I am I just killed it first by grabbing the closest weapon (Windex) and spraying him and then squashing him with the bottle. And yes, it was a him. All roaches are hims to me. Period.
So, I've been able to waste some time being up in the middle of the night. Dr. Oz is on...whom I cannot stand...but Rosie O'Donnell is on so I have to watch.
....or prepare to be a failure. My point of view, as a woman, is generally out of the kitchen window. So, to keep me busy while in my 'office' (kitchen) I decided to make bread.
And by 'decided to make bread', I mean I had three teenagers that ordered I make some.
This is some of the process of the bread that I managed to snap, the recipe is below.
2 cups warm water (110 degrees F/45 degrees C)
2/3 cup white sugar
1 1/2 tablespoons active dry yeast
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/4 cup vegetable oil
6 cups bread flour
In a large bowl, dissolve the sugar in warm water, and then stir in yeast. Allow to proof until yeast resembles a creamy foam.
Mix salt and oil into the yeast. Mix in flour one cup at a time. Knead dough on a lightly floured surface until smooth. Place in a well oiled bowl, and turn dough to coat. Cover with a damp cloth. Allow to rise until doubled in bulk, about 1 hour.
Punch dough down. Knead for a few minutes, and divide in half. Shape into loaves, and place into two well oiled 9x5 inch loaf pans. Allow to rise for 30 minutes, or until dough has risen 1 inch above pans.
Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 30 minutes.
I am the mother of two teenage girls, one starting college in the fall, and a fully grown man-child-husband. I've also recently taken in a stray, whom we call Sunshine. I feed her and treat her as my child. She's spoiled already.
It seems I pick up after everyone. The oldest kid will say, "I was just about to pick it up! You don't have to act like I never pick anything up." Riiiight. I'm just 'acting' like she never pick anything up because it's an awesome game.
Everyday. Several times a day. I am picking up after someone. And if my family kept up on my blogs - they'd know they were being talked about. Easy remedy - don't drop the ball and mama won't have to blog.
Teenagers bathroom - several times a day I am throwing away pad covers, empty toilet paper rolls, putting up bobby pins, tissue, make up, brushes, straighteners, clothes and towels. Then there's the fight over who's turn is it to take out the trash. Really? Oh, let me!
The coffee table is constantly littered with water bottles, make up wipes. junk mail, orphaned papers, folders, remotes, cups. Oh, let me!
The mister's side table is strewn with tooth picks, allergy meds, batteries, the stray coffee cup, stray mail and general crap. Oh, let me!
I've given up on our bedroom. As long as I can get into bed and out - it seems I'm satisfied with it looking like an episode of Hoarders. Last year, for Mother's Day, since my husband is a man and says I'm so hard to shop for, my 'gift' was a clean bedroom. Wait....the promise of a clean bedroom. It never happened. I've not seen the top of the dresser for years.
I'd love to go on strike - like I did in my bedroom. But the fear of my entire house looking like my bedroom scares the shit out of me. Now, you may be wondering why I don't just force my children to clean. You see, therein lies the problem. You can't teach children to clean like you do. I've failed, maybe. I've spoiled everyone so damn much by doing everything for them for so long - I've created monsters.
So today, I make a promise to myself....and now it's out on the web. I will clean my bedroom today. And by clean - I mean I will toss every single item that hasn't moved in a year. I may be divorced after this - by throwing away something the mister really 'needed' - but I'll have a clean bedroom.
That still doesn't solve the problem of picking up after everyone. That will never be solved. Ever. I'll just do it all myself and complain about it.
Now, before you people that pray for me hold your hands up in praise.....I went in support of my daughter and her high school choir in a choral festival. Only 3 schools were chosen to perform at the festival along with the Houston Chamber Choir. It's quite an honor.
I hid my horns and tail, and went to church. My tattoo on my chest was a put off to a lot...as usual. My fear of people hurdling prayers at me was thwarted and I walked out without a bout of spontaneous combustion. All in all, it was a good day. Oh! And I was witness to some church butt crack. Awesome.
Spring High School was the only choir that received a standing ovation that day. Then I had to make a quick grocery stop and paraded the girls in their choir dresses in HEB.