Pop-Tarts Giveaway

This is a compensated review by BlogHer and Pop-Tarts.

As a general rule I try to keep a close eye on the amount of sugar our little boy consumes over the course of a day. I’m not opposed to the occasional sweet treat, of course, but I definitely don’t think that dessert should be an all-day-long event. As a result of that, we have an ask-before-you-eat candy policy in our house. In addition, we don’t typically have lots of cakes and pies and cookies on hand – mainly because if they’re here, I AM POWERLESS TO RESIST THEM.

So maybe the sugar regulations in our house aren’t really about the young’un at all. Maybe they’re about his mama, who is BUT A WEAK VESSEL.

However, where mama and child both are concerned, there is one day – ONE DAY – every single year when I don’t monitor the sugar intake at all. I don’t even try.

Any clue as to what day that is?

Yep. You’re right (because you’re brilliant). It’s Halloween. Because whether you trick or treat in the neighborhood, go to Trunk or Treat at your church or celebrate at your school’s Fall Festival, one thing is for sure: there will be an abundance of sugar in all manner of forms. And every once in awhile, it’s fun to turn off the moderation button and surrender to the sweetness.

The other day I was trying to think of something fun I could make to hand out when the neighborhood kids come by on Halloween night, and I since I had a surplus of Choc-o-Lantern Chocolate Fudge flavored Pop-Tarts on hand, I asked our little guy if he thought there was a neat dessert we could make with them. He LOVES the Choc-o-Lantern Pop-Tarts, so he was all about incorporating them into a Halloween treat.

They’re pretty much my seven year-old’s love language.

After we bounced a few ideas back and forth, we came up with a plan: Choc-o-Lantern Crispies.

I know. It sounds crazy. But the end result will absolutely delight the kids in your life.

Oh, who am I kidding? Adults will love them, too.

Here’s how you make them:

8 Choc-o-Lantern Chocolate Flavored Pop-Tarts
3 tablespoons butter
1 10 oz. package marshmallows
6 cups crispy rice cereal

Place 4 Choc-o-Lantern Pop-Tarts in the bottom of a 13×9 casserole dish. Melt butter in a large saucepan, then add marshmallows and stir until mixture is completely melted. Remove from heat, then add cereal and combine. Use a spatula to gently spread cereal mixture on top of the Pop-Tarts, making sure to spread it evenly. Top with four more Pop-Tarts, pressing down firmly to make them stick. Cool for 5-10 minutes, then cut and serve – or wrap in plastic wrap and tie with ribbon for festive individual treats.

If you’d like to win a $100 Visa gift card courtesy of BlogHer, leave a comment that answers the following question: is there any day of the year when you happily break the normal food rules in your house? Any day when you lighten up just a bit?

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And finally, here are the official rules.

Happy Sweet Treat, everybody!

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There Were Highs And There Were Lows And Then There Were Highs

Last Wednesday or Thursday or maybe even Tuesday (if you can’t tell, I’m not very strong with the remembering), D mentioned that he might drive over to our hometown on Saturday and pay his grandmother a visit. He knew that Alex wanted to go, too, and the timing of the whole thing was actually pretty great because I was having a baby shower at our house Sunday afternoon, which meant that their little road trip would give me lots of prep time.

I love prep time.

Saturday morning the boys hit the road around 9:00, and by 10:30 I was standing in the middle of the clearance aisle at Home Goods (or as I like to call it: MY HAPPY PLACE). I picked up a cute little basket to hold all the remotes on our coffee table (it’s an idea that I got from Nester and another one of the things on my mini-makeover list), and then I headed over to the Walmarts.

Now the thing about Walmart at 11 o’clock on a Saturday morning is that it’s insane. There are no happy adjectives to describe it. You just have to put your head down and push your cart with purpose and get ‘er done, which is exactly what I intended to do. I blazed through the store, got my stuff, and silently patted myself on the back for my Shopping Efficiency. I even found a check-out lane with no wait. But about mid-way through the check-out process, I realized that there was a hitch in my plans. I’d forgotten to get potting soil, so I decided I’d just go back to the garden center after I paid for my groceries and get the potting soil before I left. Not an ideal set-up, but not a big deal, either.

However.

The garden center check-out was about seven people deep, and at the front of it was a family who had two carts filled to the brim with all manner of groceries and fall decorations and car batteries and pajamas and tool kits and whathaveyou. There was only one cashier – of course – and bless his heart, he was working just as hard as he could to speed things along. I thought about leaving, but since I’d already bought some pansies and really wanted to get them planted, I persevered.

So there you have it. My sad, heartwrenching tale of how I waited twenty minutes to pay $2.48 for a single bag of potting soil. And I really don’t have any idea why I just shared all of that. As you can see my life is VERY DIFFICULT, not to mention FRAUGHT WITH DRAMA.

(Oh, I kid. Though there was one truly horrific incident with our dog Saturday morning, but I can’t talk about it yet because the memory is just too fresh. I LITERALLY DIED.)

(The poor puppy wasn’t to blame – she was just very, very sick. And as a result made a very, very big mess. And I had to deal with some very, very strong odors. And we’ll just leave it at that.)

(Except to say that IT WAS LITERALLY A NIGHTMARE.)

Anyway.

After the Walmarts debacle, I came home and got everything set up so that Melanie and I could record a podcast. We had big plans – even a list of topics, thanks to y’all – and had been talking on the iChat for all of two minutes when we got disconnected. We figured it was no big deal – something strange must have happened – so we started talking again, and two minutes later: disconnected. We were even getting the same error messages on our computers. We tried to record six more times, and without fail: disconnected. What made it especially painful was that Melanie kept trying to replicate the same story about the A&M football game, and by our fifth try she had whittled that tale down to something along the lines of “A&M. Missouri. HORRIBLE. Sadness.”

We finally realized that the podcast just wasn’t going to happen on Saturday, but we’re holding onto hope that we’ll be able to record without any iChat difficulties later this week. Of course, this would all be so much easier if we had even the slightest idea about the technical side of podcasting. Basically we just push “record” and hope it all turns out okay.

I believe that “clueless” is the word you’re looking for.

After Podcast Fail ’10 I cleaned and straightened up the bedrooms and tried to make things look reasonably purty for Sunday’s baby shower, all the while knowing that Mississippi State was playing Florida at 6, which meant that I was alternating between feeling terribly excited and sick at my stomach. I got take-out sushi for supper because I’m the only person in this house who likes it – therefore it is my food of choice when I’m alone – and I nervously settled in to watch the game.

That whole “settled in” thing lasted about 4 minutes.

Because here’s the thing: I don’t know when I’ve ever had a game-watching experience like I did this past Saturday night. I paced the entire time. Couldn’t sit still. Had TVs on in the kitchen, the den and the bedroom, and I alternated between all three (I know. Three TVs. I should be ashamed, but please, let’s deal with the shame later. Right now I need to vent.) for the duration of the game. I texted so much that I had me a nice carpal-tunnel flare-up going on by the third quarter, and there were several times when I vacuumed like crazy because I just couldn’t watch.

PERFECTLY NORMAL BEHAVIOR, wouldn’t you agree?

So with nine seconds on the clock, the back-up kicker for Florida attempted a field goal to tie the game, and the kick was wide to the right. State won, 10-7. I didn’t just yell; I HOLLERED. I halfway expected for our neighbors to knock on the door to see if I was okay. HOLLERED. I was so tickled for our coaches and our players.

AP photo by John Raoux

It took me about two hours to feel normal again, by the way.

And now the ‘Dogs are #24 in the Coaches’ Poll and the AP Poll, but I can’t talk about that because any good Bulldog fan knows that you TIPPY-TOE around the rankings. No need for overconfidence. Cautious optimism will do just fine, thankyouverymuch.

OH my word this is some epic rambling, isn’t it? I do apologize. I haven’t even gotten to Sunday yet. What is wrong with me?

So. How are you? How was your weekend? How were the check-out lines in your Walmart or Target or etc.? And most importantly, how did your team do?

I’ll just be sitting here pretending like I know how to troubleshoot iChat ish-ahs if you need anything.

Because Fall Makes Me Giddy With Ambition

Listen.

When I told y’all this past Monday that I had some plans for the week, I wasn’t kidding. I cleaned my house like crazy on Tuesday (well, half of it – I’m saving the bedrooms for tomorrow), and I was just tickled to pieces to get ‘er done. I have been on a little bit of a house-related roll ever since, mainly because I AM SO OBSESSIVE IT’S JUST PLAIN WRONG.

Anyway, I won’t bore you with the details, but this weekend my plans include cleaning out my laundry room and hanging curtains in my dining room. Then I plan to make my own yarn and crochet fourteen 3×5 throw rugs for the various high-traffic areas in my house while I simultaneously mix a non-toxic paint in a color I invented so that I can finish the extra room I built yesterday afternoon in time for our weekend company.

Or something like that.

And in all seriousness, this surge of productivity hasn’t just been limited to house stuff. Well, I mean, in terms of actually achieving something, I guess it has been limited to house stuff, but still. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. And having some thoughts. About some ideas.

Back in the summer Melanie and I vowed and swore and declared that we were going to record at least one podcast a week. We were even going to record it on Wednesdays. And we were going to record it straight through without stopping to share information that has no business on a podcast so that I wouldn’t have to do any of that tricky, time-consuming editing. And we were going to post the new podcast every Thursday and OH, WHAT A MARVELOUS PLAN IT WAS.

But as it turned out, our plans didn’t work out like we’d hoped. Because we recorded approximately zero podcasts over the course of the whole summer. So maybe we didn’t quite hit the mark in terms of our, you know, schedule.

(I don’t even have a good excuse.)

(You just have to understand that the thing about Melanie and me is that we’re not terribly motivated by goals. We just prefer to channel our energies into things that really matter, like making Fiesta floats out of shoe boxes and finding new and improved ways to organize our stovetops.)

However, over the last couple of weeks we’ve been talking a good bit about recording another podcast. Not a bunch of them. ONE of them. As a follow-up to the one we recorded back in May. Which was the first one we’d recorded in a year.

I think any broadcasting professional would tell you that our level of productivity and consistency really catapults us to the most mediocre level of all the sub-par podcasts out there. We take a certain amount of pride in that.

So. Let’s say that Mel and I sit down and record a podcast in the next two to four days (just so you know: THIS REALLY IS A PRIORITY, which is why I’m (sort of) committing to it in advance). Could you maybe give us a few ideas for some topics? Or maybe throw out some questions? Or suggest a non-political current event that might make for some fun podcast fodder?

(OH, who am I kidding? We’ll totally talk about a political current event – provided that you want us to focus on someone’s hair and wardrobe as opposed to his or her voting record and/or party affiliation.)

(WE’RE SO PROFESSIONAL.)

Thanks in advance, everybody. We’re mighty grateful for your help.

Links. I Have Some.

Antique Mommy’s post about walking her little boy to school made me smile. A lot.

– Jon reminds us that some of the seemingly biggest moments of our lives are very, very small. And that’s a good thing.

– I don’t really care for the McRib, but I’m completely fascinated by people who love it. And yes, I’m talking to you, Daphne. (via Throwing Things)

Sporcle is addictive. But I tell myself that I’m getting smarter by the second.

– Ann’s post about fighting the temptation to live in the middle hit me right between the eyes and punched me in the stomach – in the most kind, gentle, thought-provoking way. Love her heart.

Little Bitty Mini-Makeovers (That Made A World Of Difference In My Mental State)

I am not, as a general rule, a how-to type of blogger. That is because I don’t really know how to do much of anything. Oh, I could tell you how to scream like some sort of hillbilly gameshow contestant while you’re watching a televised football game, or I could tell you how to streamline your ordering process at the Popeye’s drive-thru, but by and large these skills aren’t what you would call in demand. Plus, I’m wordy – and it’s probably not a very efficent how-to post if it also includes an anecdote or nine about the time that clown scared me when I was four.

But.

An unexpected bonus to my time in Houston a couple of weeks ago is that I was totally inspired by my friend Merritt’s house. It is such a warm and cozy home. There are personal touches all over the place, and it’s orderly without being fussy. Everything has a place, and everything looks pretty, but more than anything the whole house just feels loved and cared for. Like I said: home.

When I got back to Birmingham, I was encouraged for the first time in LONGER THAN I CARE TO ADMIT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH to get our house back in order. It’s been a wee bit chaotic for the last few months – with a dominant decorative motif of stacks and also piles – and the result of that is that instead of walking in our house and feeling relaxed, I’ve been walking in our house and feeling overwhelmed.

So, as I thought about Merritt’s house and remembered how relaxing it is to be in a peaceful, orderly home (granted, part of that equation has very little to do with decor and everything to do with relationships), I made a little mental list of a few problem areas I wanted to tackle. Since I can be the queen of making a 62 item to-do list that I would prefer to complete within the next 45 minutes, I tried to keep the list to around four or five things so that I could actually accomplish everything.

(Don’t tell anybody, but I think I may have taken a rational and reasonable approach. This is quite a departure from my normal haphazard and scattered approach.)

(WILL WONDERS NEVER CEASE.)

So for what it’s worth, yesterday I did some super-simple things in my house that, for whatever reason, made me feel like I’d accomplished big-time results. I don’t care one iota about having the nicest furniture or the finest accessories – in fact, I sort of prefer it if furniture has lived in two or three other people’s houses before it makes its way to me. But I do like for a house to feel like home. I like personality and order and fun and function – and more than anything I like warm and welcoming.

There. I believe I’ve over-explained enough.

Mini-Makeover #1: The Stove

We have an older stove that has burners on one side and a grill on the other. I almost always have the grill covered, and that’s where I keep my kitchen utensils, my olive oil and my kosher salt. The salt has been in a Christmas coffee cup (KLASSY) for several months, and the olive oil and utensils are forever getting scooted around the grill cover. Drives me crazy.

So I bought a small kitchen tray at TJ Maxx. I bought a bowl for my salt at Pier 1. I put everything in the little tray, and y’all, it makes me so over-the-moon happy that I’m not sure why it took me about three years to come up with this solution.

(Please excuse the subpar picture quality. I was using my phone, and the flash was out of control. I would’ve used my real camera, but the battery was dead – because I am nothing if not woefully unprepared.)

Mini-Makeover #2: The Kitchen Door

For the longest time I had a runner in front of the door that leads to our garage. But then I moved the runner to another part of the house, and I never replaced it. Instead I just walked in and out of the door about fourteen times a day and thought Gosh, I could really use a rug back here. Because I’m productive like that.

So this past weekend I bought a rug at TJ Maxx. It took two minutes of my time and $20.

It’s so nice to walk in and out of the door and smile instead of spending six more months thinking about how I need to buy a rug.

Mini-Makeover #3: The Breakfast Area

Merritt has an adorable embroidered piece outside her laundry room, and I loved that it was sort of retro and kicky and fun. Well, when Sister and I were in one of the three TJ Maxx stores that we visited this past weekend, I saw a stack of embroidered stuff back in the home goods section – and lo and behold, it was all really similar to what Merritt has in her house.

I looked through them and picked the one I liked best. Then I hung it above our breakfast table because it makes me happy, and I’ll see it a whole bunch of times throughout the day if it’s in that part of the house.

Alex looked at it and said, “Wow. Those are some good rules, Mama.”

I am prone to agree.

Mini-Makeover #4: The Chair

In the office next to our kitchen, we have this really sad rocking chair that we bought after Alex was born. It wasn’t necessarily sad when we bought it – it was very practical and serviceable, in fact – but it’s gotten progressively sad over the last seven years. It’s squeaky, it’s missing a spring or two and the cushions have seen better days. But I have this weird sentimental attachment to it, and it’s a strangely comfortable place to read or maybe just think about bacon.

There’s a whole lot of blue and turquoise and green on that end of the house, so I draped a throw that we already had across the back of the chair, and I added this World Market pillow to the mix. The pillow was way on sale when I bought it, and the colors are my favorites.

And suddenly the chair doesn’t look nearly as sad anymore.

Mini-Makeover #5: The Post / Pillar / Column Thing-y

There’s a big ole post / pillar / column thing-y between our kitchen and our office. I think it used to be part of some funky 70s louvered door set-up, but the previous owners removed the door and opened up the space. I’ve never known what to do with the PPCT-y – do I ignore it? Accent it? Ask our guests to sign it with a Sharpie? (I’m still not completely opposed to that last option, by the way.)

When we were in Houston my friend Elise gave all of us a gorgeous carved wooden cross, and I wanted to hang it some place special. It was too big for the areas above my doors, so yesterday I walked all over the house looking for the perfect spot. And finally I thought, I think it might look good on the PPCT-y. So I hung it there.

And I love it. It’s the first thing you see when you walk down the hall to the kitchen, and somehow that seems just about right to me.

Mini-Makeover #6: The Mail and The Papers

We have a problem with mail in our house. I’m not sure how it started, because we used to be the kind of people who went through the mail immediately and never let it pile up. But then D started working in an office that’s not in our house. And then the seven year-old started bringing home forms and whathaveyou from school. And then the corner of my kitchen counter started looking like I was the proud owner of a paper collection. IT DROVE ME CRAZY – but I felt like I was always waiting on D to sort through the stuff with his name on it or I needed to keep an information sheet or whatever.

So I bought a basket that cost five dollars.

All the mail and papers are still there, but they look so much cuter now. There’s no pile of stuff to drive me to distraction. And while I have no idea why I’ve just stood in my kitchen and shot dirty looks at the ever-growing stack of mail without bothering to do anything about it, I’m just as tickled as I can be with that basket. That corner of the kitchen counter no longer makes me think that my head is going to explode. You can imagine my joy.

All righty. I’ve rambled enough. So what about y’all? Do you have any fun hints for mini-makeovers? Have you had any why-didn’t-I-do-that-sooner moments in your house lately? Because now I’m wondering what I can do with all the stuff under my bathroom sink. And how I can better store the 9500 phone chargers and camera cords and battery chargers and iPod accessories that seem to multiply in this house.

The fun never ends.

Two New Giveaways

A new Kellogg’s giveaway (for a $100 Visa gift card) and a new Laughing Cow giveaway (for a $150 Visa gift card) are up, running and waiting for you to enter.

That’s all.

Though I feel like I should say more.

Because short posts are sort of awkward.

The end.