Breakfast Wraps A La Avocado

What is A La Avocado?  No clue.  Sounded French.  Or Spanish.  And cool.  Meo no speaka other languages.  But meo is certain of one thing.  Breakfast wraps are so unhip without Avocado.  Avocados demand proper nounage in my book - so yes, it will be capitalized the WHOLE time here.

I wish I would've tuned in to this revelation a lot sooner in my life.  Missed out on so much.  The sight of guacamole used to make me wanna ......  so, I never even gave the poor Avocado a chance in any other avenues of my food.  Never even tasted it.  Looked too gunky.  Chunky.  

However, maybe it was Chipotle's.  Or me just branching out.  But, somewhere, somehow, I ate some Avocado, and I liked it.  LOVED it.  Smooth.  Rich.  Fattening.  

Photo courtesy of rockmefabulous.com

Oh now, it's healthy fattening.  So, I put it in everything.  Wraps, salads, sandwiches, pasta, cakes, chairs.  You name it.  

I've been on a wrap (and Avocado) kick recently.  Naturally, this wrap has been in our breakfast rotation due to my recent "kicks."  I believe that my Mom got this originally from a lady that she used to work with on Jupiter Island.  I've adapted it ever so slightly.  

All you need.

I like my scrambled eggs done up this way.  1. Spoonful of bacon grease (<<< MUST DO),  2. salt/pepper the pan of grease, 3. add some milk to those eggs, 4. and sprinkle with cheese.  

Bacon grease is a healthy fat (depending on if it comes from grass fed or corn fed animals and considering the other unhealthy options of common cooking oils and margarine) that I love to cook with.  Mucho flavor.  Flavor I can not survive without.  Bacon makes everything taste better.  Or is that butter?  I say both.  Bacon and butter make everything a bunch better.  My new mantra of life.  Say it 5 times fast.  Quite tricky.

Spread some sour cream on a wrap.  Go thick if you'd like.  Makes a great adherent.

This picture frightens me, so I made it as small as it goes.   

Add your eggs, some more cheese (muenster happens to be a fave here) and add some sliced Avocados on top.  

Sprinkle some salsa over it all.  Throw in some chopped spinach leaves.

Cole's precious little hands.  He's such a good helper.

Stop, drop and roll.  Or just roll it up and eat it.

I don't have a picture of the finished rolled product.  It's what's on the inside that counts.  Anyways, that what my Mom always told me.  So, I'm stickin' to it.

Enjoy your breakfast wrap a la Avocado.  We sure do.

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Some Nonsense of Life and Cole-ism's

Some recent happenings of the last few days.  I'll spare you the important ones. ;)

Drake ate some puppy chow.

Got a new $72 jacket for FOUR CENTS.  Highlight of my day.  

Or maybe this was the highlight.  From shaggy rug...

To cool thug.

Hubby paid $2 each for a box.  Several of them.  Cardboard!!  For a cheapskate as myself, I almost lost consciousness.  But he made an awesome box house for the boys.  Cole said, it was "a yittle 'pecial" because Daddy had told him he had a little surprise, nothing big.  But Cole was beyond ecstatic.  Definitely made up for the non-budgeted purchase. 

While driving to somewhere one evening, we were "discussing" directions.   Apparently too un-Christlike for Cole.
He said, "No yelling in the van.  Dis is not a mean day. It is a nice day. Yike Vayentine's day."   
We apologized to each other immediately.  Way to keep us on our spiritual toes, Cole! ;)

Cole and I were reminiscing about the times that he used to ride his bike at a park.  I had told him that Drake wasn't even born yet.   Drake had been in my tummy, and I had been super big.  I asked him if he remembered that which he did.  I told him I had to go to the hospital and there I had Baby Drake.  He remembered it all.  This was the surprising bit.
He said, "Your tummy need to det bigger now."
Me: "Oh really, son?"
He replied,  "Yeah, fwom God." :)

I was working on something after Scott went to school one morning - something which needed some full concentration.  But every two seconds, Cole kept saying, "Mom?  Mom?  Mommy?  Mom?  Mommy?"  For no reason, really.  Just a killer for focusing.  :)  I told him not to talk to mommy for a few minutes while I finished up, then afterwards, we could talk to each.  (Terrible, I know.)
He said, "Huhh?  Daddy?  Hi, Daddy.  How are you?  You yook yike Daddy.  I yove you."  
Not quite what I had in mind when I told him not to talk to me.

Enjoying my extra time off of Facebook.  To blog.  To read.  To clean.  Still surviving.  But miss keeping up with a LOT of you!

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Happy Heart Day!!

Our Valentine's Day started out a little earlier than expected. Due to me missing part of my brain ever since I brought children into the world, I bought our Heart Day steaks and didn't look at the expiration date of them. After I purchased them on Saturday, I put them in the fridge because I was going to be using them in a couple of days. Late last evening, I saw them and just happened to look at the date. I don't know about you and your meat-eating habits, but I don't eat expired meat.  So, I was forced to cook them.  At 10 o'clock at night.  And Cole ate half of mine.  And half of Scott's.  What a romantic start, eh?


The morning of...don't judge.  Writing in ketchup is far harder than the whole icing bit.  Should have just stuck with drawing a heart.  But Cole loved his heart-shaped "hashbrown pancake." Drake just grunted continuously for more. :)

We also got to go the store today and pick out 'tumting pecial.'  Cole filled up his marble jar (3rd time now.  {Gets to put marbles in for using the potty}) and was able to pick out a toy.   We went to Papaw & Nana's to see Wreilly.  While we were there, we were able to play outside with said new toy.  For the weather was absolutootly beautiful.  As long as the sun was shining.  And the wind wasn't blowing. :) 

Another exciting tidbit from our Valentine's Day - we had an appointment for our taxes, late afternoon. We were getting to leave, and the ever so organized 'moi' was collecting her things, and realized she had lost one of the W-2's of her hard-working husband.  Tax appointment canceled.  Headed out to Cracker Barrel because Valentine's steaks had already been digested by now.  Cracker Barrel is the next best thing.  

This is my DINNER.  Just what I was in the mood for.  No meat.  No soup.  No nothing, except for a huge 1,100 calorie Apple Dumpling plate.  All to myself.  Ahhh.  :)

After which, swung by the local Goodwill while Scott kept the boys at some playland. Bet you're just dying by now with all of the romance our day had... :)

Sidenote about Goodwill's or second-hand boutiques:  There is no reason why one shouldn't shop there.  It doesn't matter where you buy your children's clothes.  Really, it doesn't. :)  One cool thing about the ones here locally is that they receive quite a bunch of new stuff from Target...things that have been on the 70% racks that don't sell fast enough.  NEW, and same season.  I've bought things at Target before, mostly on clearance, and found the same things later at the local Goodwill.  Sometimes priced more than what I had paid - sometimes priced less. :(  I like Target's clothes for the boys.  So this works out pretty well.  These things that I bought tonight - I have seen at Target just this past week.  Still priced at only 50% off.  Much higher than what I paid tonight.  Yayyy!  

I guess I have little faith in Goodwill.  Recently though, I have been finding quite the deals.  God knows when I need clothes for the boys.  Serious as a heart attack.  He's looking out for me.  And my budget.  I never used to find coordinating things - or things that I needed to match for an outfit.  Well, hitting the jackpot recently.  It's one thing to find something cute at a Goodwill.  It's another thing to find matching sweaters for both of my boys AT THE SAME TIME.  It's ANOTHER thing to find them brand new, exact sizes I need, at the same time at Goodwill.  

Check it out. ;)

Oh wait - one more thing. And I'll shut up about the Goodwill.  If you thrift like this for play or casual clothes, then you don't have to feel so guilty when you want to dish out a little more money for some nice dressy outfits.  ( I ❤ ❤ ❤ Janie & Jack, ❤ ❤ ❤ it.)   I tend to spend WAY more at one stop in Janie & Jack than several at the thrift, but I'm okay with that.    

K, NOW check it out. 

 I really do apologize for the sideway pictures.  I am having trouble rotating them.  

I like the boys to match, but mainly just coordinate.  So the identical sweaters above might be worn at different times.

I love this fox.  Looks like Target may have been trying to copy Janie & Jack.

Speaking of WHICH, :) you might just get lucky and score a J&J at the thrift store for 1/20th of the original price.  Drake will rock this boyfriend cardigan vest.

Yet, MORE new matching sweaters for the kiddo's. 

And a few other things not pictured.  I was pretty proud of the things I found.  Don't bash the Goodwill until you've tried it yourself.  Treasures to be found. :)

Since we had such a riotous Valentine's Day, I shall be turning in now.  Hope you had a great one as well!

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The Night Before

Get ready for some crazy weirdness I never thought I'd say, or at least admit.

Last night, my mind wouldn't stop. I decided to go back and read old status updates of mine. You know - kinda like counting sheep in technological fashion. Mono...tonous with the same old updates. About the kids. Saying funny things. Me talking about my addiction to shopping. Or food. BORING stuff.

I don't know if it was just because I was on my phone, but it seemed that after a couple of weeks, I was just reading the "highlights" of my timeline. Or maybe it was just the status updates that God had chosen for me to read, specifically, at that time. Before I knew it, I had read a year's worth of what I thought was going to be embarrassing proof of breaching my own privacy.

I didn't fall asleep. I wasn't ashamed or mortified. Instead, (remember the crazy weirdness part) tears of undeserving gratitude started flowing. Quite freely. Down my cheeks and onto my pillow. I started getting blessed. Reading my OWN posts on FACEBOOK, nonetheless. How could God use these words of mine, so feebly written, to in turn, bless me?

Remembrance.
Of His unfailing Goodness to me.
Of His blessings in the form of two small boys that bring unspeakable joy to myself and countless others by sharing their moments. Good and bad.
Of His sustaining Strength when I couldn't bear another day in this rewarding hardship of motherhood alone.
Of His many incredible answers to Prayer.
Of His supplying my small family's needs. Sometimes before we even asked.
Of His impressions on me to take the time to give Him the glory for His leading and work in my life. Publicly.
Of His generosity of the support and love from SO many friends that He has placed in my life.
Of His ability to use me, an unworthy frail vessel, and my rambling thoughts to help, encourage others.
Remembrance.

All of this from Facebook. The source which nothing good comes from, some would say. I shall disagree for the evidence is everywhere.

As Lent begins today, I have contemplated heavily on what I should "give up" to better prepare myself for the commemoration of the Holy Week. Even though Facebook is not a "luxury" per se, it is something that I enjoy, spend time on, checking and sharing things quite frequently throughout the day. Time that I could use much more wisely perhaps. Enhancing my relationships. Divine and earthly.

So, even though I will miss staying in touch with so many, I have made the decision to leave Facebook until the end of March.  I will continue to express, inform and update all right here. So please feel free to comment, and let me know you're all still alive.

Love to all. :)

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