Ok people I am trying to get back into the swing of things with my menu planning. Kind of an easy week to plan.
- Monday - Sweet and Sour Meatballs over rice
- Tuesday - Chicken Enchiladas
- Wednesday - Traditional Thanksgiving Eve Pizza
- Thursday - I don't know, how about - Turkey, Stuffing, Mashed Potatoes, Gravy, Candied Sweet Potatoes, Green Bean Casserole (love it or hate it?), Rolls and PIES, which this year include a Pumpkin Cheesecake and a Chocolate Pecan Tart --YuMmY!
- Friday - Yeah um Leftovers
- Saturday - probably Leftover Leftovers or Taco Bell
- Sunday - Roast
I think I have all the groceries I need for Thanksgiving so I don't have to worry about going shopping this week. I might have a quick run to Costco for the basics like milk, and for the sweet love of Pete we go through a lot of milk. Lately I have been a little freaked out about milk. Bear with me on this one. Occasionally if I think about where a food comes from I get a little grossed-out -- Hello eggs?!?!? -- and then I have a hard time eating it. So lately milk has been on my mind, well not literally, but the idea that we drink a liquid that a different species feeds it's babies. I like the idea of soy milk, but I am not totally sold on the health benefits of soy. And I don't think soy milk is such a good idea for kids. Yeah I know a little too much time on my hands!
So anywho -- that is the menu for this week.
Also a first happened this weekend. Roo lost another tooth. I was at Target when it happened -- I know shocker I was at Target. So Big J calls me and tells me Roo is freaking out because her tooth is bleeding. I was already in the car and headed home so no big deal since it takes about 2 minutes to get home. I walk in the door and she is frozen with a bloody tooth in her mouth and about a gallon of drool. I don't think she had swallowed since I left for Target. So I reach in her mouth to pull the tooth out. I didn't have to pull at all it was just sitting there in a big ol' puddle of drool and blood. Mind you I usually do the pulling of teeth in our house, Big Daddy handles most of the gross stuff, but I handle the teeth. Not a problem. So as I grab the tooth out comes this big clot of blood and drool with it. I started getting a little woozy and
grab her arm and run gently lead Roo to the bathroom to have her rinse out her mouth. By then I am really woozy and tell Roo I will be right out in the hall. I slink down to the floor and try to get my head between my knees before I pass out. Well evidently I really need to loose weight because I couldn't get my head between my knees. And the next thing I know I am opening my eyes with LaLa's face about an inch away from mine asking me what I was doing on the floor. I blacked out from a bloody tooth! What the?!? I have only passed out from blood one other time when I was pregnant with Ham and Big J was getting stitches, and I think it was more being pregnant then the stitches. Blood isn't usually a big deal. I have watched the Doctor do part of a c-section, on me - it was totally fascinating and not gross at all. But apparently a bloody tooth is too much for me to handle. Great now I am a tooth wimp!