White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookies

Whenever I read an article about “Surprising Things That Are Good For Your Health” (because, you know, that’s all the time), they list red wine and dark chocolate.  I, of course, prefer white wine and white chocolate.

Oh well.  So I’m not healthy.  Is that that big of a surprise?

But, whatever.  I will fight anyone who says dark chocolate beats out white chocolate.  Because they are wrong.  Very, very wrong.

White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookies

  • 2 sticks butter, softened
  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 3/4 cup brown sugar
  • 2 tsp. vanilla
  • 1 1/2 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp. salt
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 1/4 cup flour
  • 2 cups (1 package) white chocolate chips
  • 1/2 cup macadamia nuts, roughly chopped

Preheat oven to 350.

Cream butter and sugars.  Stir in vanilla, baking soda, salt and eggs.  Mix well.  Add flour 1/2 cup and a time, mixing thoroughly each time.  Fold in chocolate chips and nuts.  Drop by teaspoonful onto ungreased cookie sheet.  Bake for 10 to 12 minutes or until edges are very light brown.

Holy Crap! It Actually Worked! Alternate Title: The Best Tip I’ve Found In a Long Time

You can find some amazing things when you’re perusing the internets.

And most of them are completely false.  Or don’t work.  Or are Photoshopped.

But I just found something that is amazing.  Seriously amazing.  It may just change my life.

Well, not really.  But I really do love my mascara and anything that I can do to make it last longer makes me one happy lady.

When your mascara starts to dry up, add 4 to 5 drops of sterile saline solution to the tube.  Pump the wand a few times and bazinga!  You can get a few more weeks worth of wear from it.  I tried it…and it worked.  Just be sure to use sterile saline solution, not just water.  You don’t want to be sporting a bacterial infection in your eye.  That is not a sexy look on anyone.

My Newest Ear Worm: Under Pressure

After the Little Bean was born, I learned a lot about myself.  I learned I can get sweet potatoes out of any item of clothing, I learned I can sleep through my alarm but hear my baby sneeze from the next room and I learned that I always have music going through my head.  When you’re talking to a cute but non-verbally-responsive human, you basically have a stream of consciousness thing going on.  As I chatted with my newborn, I constantly found myself bursting into song.  I’d change the words of I’m Sexy and I Know It to I’m So Cute and I Know It and that became the Little Bean’s theme song.  I’d feed him peaches and sing The President’s song of the same name.  I’d chant “Jump, jump, jump around!” when he was bouncing in the jumperoo.  Basically, my whole life has a soundtrack.

Which means that it is not uncommon for me to get stuck with an earworm.

Ear Worm:  Most likely originated around the time of Hanson’s “Mmmbop”; an ear worm refers to any song that is so catchy, and at the same time extremely annoying, that it feels like a worm has crawled into your ear and eaten the intelligent parts of your brain so that you hum the song all day long, no matter how much you hate it.

First of all, I’m going to set the record straight.  I.  Love.  MmmBop.  That song seriously never gets old and is most certainly never annoying.  So, it goes without saying that most of my earworms are songs that I don’t necessarily hate.  They’re just songs I can’t get rid of.  Like a tapeworm.

Most recently, that song is Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie.  I know, I know.  It’s an old song, it’s been around forever, why am I just discovering it now?  Well, I have another confession.  Up until not too long ago, I would hear the beginning riff: ding, ding, ding, da-da-ding-ding and I’d have a moment of excitement…and then I’d realize that it wasn’t Ice, Ice, Baby and I’d be disappointed.  I’m not proud to admit it, but there it is.  And because of that, I held a silent little grudge against Under Pressure.

Until a few weeks ago and I actually listened to it.

And now I can’t get it out of my head.

The claps.  The finger-snaps.  All the little scatting noises Freddie Mercury makes.  I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love the tangent he goes on at the 1:17 mark.  Complete.  Utter.  Awesomeness.

And way better than Ice, Ice, Baby.

Date Worthy: 20 Creative (And Cheap!) Date Ideas

I’ve never been a huge fan of Valentine’s Day.  I’m one of those curmudgeons who thinks that it’s overly commercialized.  So why, you ask, are you making a list of date ideas?  Well, I guess that even though I don’t like Valentine’s Day, I still like a bit of romance every now and then.  And I love to have fun.  And I love lists.  Oh, yeah, and I love my husband.  Most of these dates are things that we’ve done together over the past ten years.  We’ve proven over and over again that you don’t need to spend a lot of money to have a great date!
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Lovers Lanes Go bowling together.  And for something a little different, instead of competing against each others, play Dutch Doubles.  One player bowls the first throw and the second player has to “pick up” the left over pins.  For the next frame, change the order.
Movie under the stars This is one of my husband’s and my favorite dates.  Get a long extension cord and hook up the tv…outside.  Order a pizza and watch a movie while sitting out in your back yard.
Get Physical  Go for a run together.  Or a bike ride or rollerblading.  Or, if you’re like my husband and me, just go for a walk.
Looking For Luck  Find a field and look for four-leaf clovers together.  If you find one, dry it by pressing it in a large book and then laminating it.
Dollar Store Shopping Spree  Take a set amount of money ($5, $10) and go to a dollar store.  See who can come up with the best gift for the other person.  Extra points for creativity!
Thrifty Thinking  This is similar to the Dollar Store Shopping Spree, but go to a thrift store instead.  You would be amazed at some of the things you can find there!  If you’re extra-daring, pick out outfits for each other and then wear them out for a cup of coffee.  Leisure suit, anyone?
Cooking Up Fun  Look through cookbooks together and pick a few new recipes to try.  Go shopping for the ingredients together, then cook them up as a team.  This works especially well if you choose an appetizer, a main dish, a salad and a dessert.  You may have some culinary misses, but you’ll have fun trying them out!
Stalk-erazzi  Have you ever wondered where people you know live?  Grab a phone book and look up their addresses.  Then get in the car and see if you can find their houses.  C’mon, everyone has a little curiosity about where people live, right??
Photo Scavenger Hunt  Scavenger hunts are fun no matter how old you are.  For a more up-to-date version, grab your digital cameras and a list and head out around town.  Come up with your own list or find one online such as this one.
I’m With the Band  Challenge your significant other to a Guitar Hero play-off.  Or maybe Mario Kart is more your cup of tea.  I am the most video game challenged person in the world and even I enjoy both of those games.  If one person is not a gamer, make sure you choose something that they won’t get too easily frustrated with!
Fort-unate Flashback to your childhood and build a fort in your living room.  Be sure to think like a kid–use all the seat cushions, blankets and pillows you can find.
Board Night  Do you remember your favorite board game when you were little?  Monopoly?  Clue?  Chutes and Ladders?  Gather all of them up and have a marathon game night together.
Go Fish  No, I mean actually go fish.  Find a couple of poles, buy some worms and throw a few lines off of a bridge.  (Just be sure to abide by state laws…get a fishing license if it’s required, etc.  Getting fined by the DNR is not romantic.)
Trivial Pursuit  Find a bar or restaurant that has trivia night and sign up as a team.  Even if you don’t know a lot of the answers, you’ll probably pick up a few pieces of useless information.
Book Ends  Go to the library together and pick out a book for the other person.  Or, if you want to cop out, find a dvd to rent.
Take Me Out to the Ballgame  …Or hockey game, in my case.  Go to a sporting even together.  Many cities have minor league or university teams and tickets are usually very reasonable.  There’s nothing better than cheering on a favorite team and enjoying a beer and a hotdog together.
Pooh Sticks  This game comes from the book House on Pooh Corner.  The point is to find a stream with a walking bridge over it.  Stand together looking over the upstream side of the bridge; on the count of three, each person drops an object (a pine cone or a small stick) into the water.  Rush over to the other side of the bridge and see who’s object emerges from under the bridge first.  Cheap fun at it’s best!
Flying High  Buy a couple of kites and fly them on a windy day.  I would say to make your own kites, but that is always better in theory than in practice.  You most likely will end up with a couple sticks tied to a string as you watch a pretty piece of tissue paper float off in the wind.
Go {Blank}ing  You’ve heard of planking and owling.  And more recently, Tebowing.  Try making up your own meme.  Create a pose and go around town taking pictures of both of you performing it.  Since I’m from Wisconsin, I think it would be fun to do Matthewing or Rodgering.  But do what you want.
Me, Myself and iTunes  Go through your iTunes lists together and create fun playlists.  It could be something as boring and mushy as “Our Songs” or you could do something fun like “Best One-Hit Wonders” or “Songs to Get the Party Started.”  (I have a playlist called “Damn!  That’s Country” that has songs that are so country, it would make George Jones cry.)
Well, I hope you’ve found an idea or two from this list.  Now, go out and have a very Merry Valentine’s Day!

Aw, Clutterbuck!

My sister and I went to a Minnesota Wild hockey game earlier this week.  I thought I’d share a few of my thoughts and observations.

>>I love hockey.  From the time I was five years old and my parents made me go to my brother’s hockey games, I was intrigued by the game: the swish  of the skates cutting the ice, the crunch of the helmets and pads hitting each other, the speed of the players.  In my book, it’s second only to football.  Which makes me wonder what that says about my psche.  The only two sports that I really actually like are two of the most violent.  I guess as long as I’m not a rugby fan, it’s all okay, right?

>>Our seats were amazing.  We were in the second row, right in front of the Wild goal.  Here is a picture I took during the Wild warm-ups.  It’s not a great picture (it’s not even a good picture), but I took it to illustrate how Jack Nicholson our seats were.  I could have tried to get better photos, but I refuse to be one of those people who has kick-ass seats and then spends the entire game trying to get good pictures instead of actually enjoying the game.

>>While looking around at the people in attendance, I realized that there are too many women with Kim Kardashian hair who seem to believe that a hockey jersey tucked into jeggings and pired with furry boots is proper hockey-game attire. They are wrong.

>>The Wild got their butts handed to them, but it was still a good game and we stuck it out to the final buzzer, unlike half the arena.  We’re hard-core that way.

>>My favorite player is Cal Clutterbuck.  Sure, he may look a bit like Snidely Whiplash, but he holds the record for the most hits in the NHL, he knows how to fight and his name sounds like a swear word.  Aw, Clutterbuck!

>>Speaking of Clutterbuck, he was in a fight:

It was with the Canucks’ Maxim Lapierre and it was a hockey-worthy fight.  Like a gloves-off, throw the helmets, circle each other until they were center-ice fight.  Aw, Clutterbuck!

>>I had a wonderful time, even though I had to drink a large iced caramel mocha and eat an order of chicken mcbites to stay awake on the drive home.  Wait a minute…  That only adds to the awesomeness of the day, doesn’t it?  Yes, it does.

Cipher in the Snow

One day in sixth grade, we walked into our Health class to find the most glorious sight of kid-dom: a tv strapped to a tall rolling cart with two black bungee cords.  It was movie day!  We all settled into our desks and leaned back, ready to watch tv.  For the next 30 minutes, there would be no notes, no questions, no nuthin’.  Just tv.

Our teacher turned off the lights and the movie started.  It was called Cipher in the Snow.  And it was the most craptacular thing we had ever seen.  It was about a teenager who gets off the school bus…and dies.  And then, if that’s not bad enough, we find out that no one remembers the poor kid.  Even his favorite teacher doesn’t know him well enough to talk about him at his funeral.

As the final credits rolled, our teacher walked up to the tv and snapped it off.  She turned to face us and as she slowly scanned the classroom, she took off her glasses.  “Now let that be a lesson,” she said.  “To all of us.”

I don’t think I have to tell you that as twelve-year-olds, this became the biggest joke of the entire year.

As we sat around the cafeteria table drinking Welch’s grape-cranberry juice out of cans like high-schoolers, we’d scoff, “Ha!  Cipher in the Snow!  What a joke!  …Hey, if I died, you’d talk at my funeral, right?  Yeah, okay.  Man, that movie blew!”

Fast-forward twenty years and I’m sitting at work talking to my boss (nice seque, huh?)

“Remember last year, when you bought Shamrock Shakes for everyone?  And it was the day that I had the afternoon off?” I asked.  “Yeah, that was rude.”

He laughed.  “Yeah.  I should get them again this year.  They’re only available for a limited time, you know.”

The next day, I was sitting at my desk in the corner listening to music and working diligently.  One of my co-workers cut the corner, clutching a clear plastic cup filled with light-green liquid and topped with a cherry.  “Didn’t you get a shake?” she asked with surprise.

I stared at her for a beat.  “You have GOT to be KIDDING me!” I slammed my hands down on the desk.  “He bought shakes and forgot about me??”

Seconds later, my boss appeared with a sheepish look on his face.  “I can go get you another one,” he said.  “I just gave the last one away to Dan.”

“Dan??  Dan isn’t even in our department!  You gave one to everyone in our department…and then moved on to the rest of the company??”

“Umm…”

Then it hit me.

“Ho…ly….crap,” I said.  “I’m a cipher in the snow!”

And not a single person in my department got the reference.

That made me sadder than not getting a Shamrock Shake.

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(Disclaimer:  I really did not mind missing out on the shakes.  I had another doughnut left over from the morning.  And I’m not really much of an ice cream girl.)

Cheap B: Baby Clothes

My friend Jessie, who I have known since we were in the same preschool class, and I live on opposite ends of Wisconsin.  Living a state away from each other may be a deterrent for some friends, but not for us.  We make it a point to visit each other at least once every other month or so.  One of the things we try to do is get together for lunch and shopping in a city that is roughly halfway between us.  (And when I say “roughly halfway between us”, I really mean “significantly closer to me.”  But I at least want to sound like it’s somewhat of a mutual sacrifice.)

Last January, when I was 19 weeks pregnant and Jessie was seven months pregnant, we met up for our usual routine: Mexican food and shopping and Gordman’s.  Now, as I said before, I was just under five months pregnant and I was starting to feel the strain of…well, my waistband.

“I’m wearing a rubber band,” I confided over enchiladas.

“What?!”

“I’m wearing a rubber band around the button on my jeans.  I can’t button them and I’ve only bought about two pairs of pregnant pants so far.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Jessie said sympathetically.  “Let’s buy you some maternity jeans.”

So when we got out to her car, she punched “maternity clothes” into the GPS and we set off to find the store that appeared.  When we pulled up to the storefront, we realized that it was not really a maternity store, but a baby and children’s store with a small rack in the back corner of maternity clothes.  As we walked in, Jessie stopped me and pointed to a sign.

All clothing with blue, red, pink, tan or green tags are 90% off.  Today only.

At that point, we each grabbed a basket and began to fill them with onesies, sleepers, tiny pants, miniature shoes and itty-bitty shirts.  Since my ultrasound wasn’t for another five days, I took a gamble on my “it feels like a boy” hunch and zeroed in on boy’s clothes.  I figured if it was a girl, she would just be a bit of a tomboy for the first few months of her life.

We each walked out of the store with bags we could barely carry and a promise that we would meet back at the same sale the next year.

That sale was last weekend.  Do you want to see what I bought?

And the final tally?  27 pairs of pants, 25 shirts, 4 sleepers and a winter coat.

For $30.

BOOM!