Month: August 2012

The day we sold our camera to a character from Lord of the Rings (or, Our Craigslist tale)

Earlier this summer, we purchased a new and upgraded camera.   To justify that purchase, we decided to sell our old one.

Our BIL and SIL (who are much cooler and hipper than us) suggested we go the Craigslist route.  We were intrigued but intimidated.  While we have been on the purchasing end of many Craigslist transactions, we had never been on the selling.  And besides, haven’t you ever seen any Lifetime specials?  People get murdered over this kind of thing.

So, cautiously, we listed it on Craigslist, and also told our friends and family we were selling.  We secretly hoped that it would sell to someone we knew.  1) so we would know that our beloved camera was going into good hands and 2) because we hoped to avoid the whole Craigslist hassle. Or should I say hustle?

Anyway, we really had no idea what to expect, but within hours of posting, it began to garner lots of attention.

We began receiving text messages at all times of the day and night similar to the following:

Y r u selling this?  Would b my first DSLR.  Appropriate for me?” (b cause we bot a new 1)

“Hi you have camera?” (hello I have camera)
“Hello du you still have the camera?” (yes, I duuu)

And after courteous responses, only about 50% of the time would we even receive feedback.

Or sometimes, we would receive feedback like this:

“Oh I’m sorry I text the wrong person.”  (Sorry, then I TEXT the wrong person too)

And then we had this little transaction.  I’ll call this guy the Deep-Discounter (note: all texts have remained unaltered):
Texter: I was writing about the camera.  Is it still available?
Me: Yes it is.  What questions do you have?
Texter: Sorry if it’s late.  Does it work.  For starters.  {sorry IF it’s late??!  Last time I checked, midnight was considered late on all accounts.  Also, why would we ask $280 for a broken camera??)
Me: Yes….works great.  We are only selling it because we decided to upgrade.
Texter: What’s the lowest you would take for cash on Friday night?
Me: $250. What side of town would you be coming from?
Texter: Would you take $200?
Me: $200 is too low.   We live about 20 minutes from you.  We could meet you at ____ if you want it.
Texter: I’m sorry.  But I seen some online for $200 & lower.  I just looked them up.  I couldn’t pay more than that.  But thanks anyway.
You want me to take 25% off of my asking price??  Um, no.
They did come back later on virtual hands and knees, but by then it was already sold.  Sorry!
And this lovely little exchange happened a few days later. I’ll call it the Non-Negotiator:
T: Do you still have Nikon D50?
M:Yes I do.  Would you be interested in making an offer?
T: How much were you going to sell it for?
M: $280 in cash.  What side of town do you live on?
T: I live ____.  Is the price final?
M: (duh, if you are going to ask that, then yes it is.  Even though the ad said OBO) Yes.  We are going to be near there tomorrow.  We could either meet then or you could come out by us later this week. What would work better for you?
T: I will think about it and tell you
M: No problem.  We do have one other person interested so let me know soon if you want it.

<>

T: Did the other person buy the camera?
M: No
T: I have work right now…

(long virtual pause)

T: If you adjust the price a little more, I will think about it.  But for 280, I dont think I want it.  Sorry.
M: So what is your offer then?  <>
T: What is the highest offer you got? <>
M:  We’ve had two offers at asking price if it is still around by the end of the month.  What are you willing to pay for it?

T: <>

And then we received the strangest email of all:

From: Random letters and numbers @email.com.  Usually one would not even open these types of emails if they happen to get past their spam filter.  But we went against our better judgment as it did have Nikon D50 in the subject line.
I’ll give you 3 if you hold it till next Friday 🙂

Wait $3?  Or $300?  What kind of email is this?

Later:

We live (on the complete opposite side of town) but can drive to you, no problem.  Oh and did you say it was functioning?  It is a gift for my mom so just want to make sure!!

Lots of extra punctuation completed our following transactions:

I get home after 4 so anytime after that’s okay.  thank you so much youre awesome!!

He even told me exactly how long it would take to get there and that he would call if he hit traffic (!!)

I told N that this was either the nicest person in the world, or a scam.  I mean, he offered us 10% over asking price.  He was willing to drive to us, no questions asked.  And his name was a persona.   In fact, the more I thought about it, the more of that Lifetime special I was beginning to remember…

We communicated with (we’ll call him) E off and on for the next 10 days.  He continued to let us know he was interested and we continued to fend off people like this:

Can u sell Nikon D50?

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Finally, it was Friday….Craigslist encounter day.  N and I  both were a bit apprehensive and to kill (inappropriate word usage??) time we played the Craigslist profiler game.  We both guessed how old he/she was, what he/she looked like and what he/she would be using the camera for.  I envisioned a nerdy, white college student who needed the camera for a mild interest hobby photography class.

I was wrong.

E communicated with us when he was leaving and how long he thought it might take to arrive at our designated meeting location (no way were we doing this at the house).  N gathered the camera, an unloaded, non-functioning gun (hey, you never can be too sure {and he has a concealed weapons permit}), and gave me a kiss goodbye.  I think we exchanged parting words similar to, “if you never see me again” and he was off.

And back in half and hour.

Well, E turned out to be a  middle-aged man in a pickup truck with two kids in tow (apparently some of the emails had been in communication with one of these children, hence the overabundance of punctuation).  Seeing as how it was pouring rain (add to the creepiness factor), N decided to move the designated meeting spot from a bank parking lot (security cameras) to the inside of a grocery store.  He gave E a quick camera tutorial and cash was exchanged.  N gave him back the extra $20 he offered us to hold it for him (take that, Mr. Deep-Discounter!) and then E told us it was a birthday present for his wife (who is really into martial arts) and that she was going to be so excited (!!).

And so concludes our Craigslist tale.  One filled with adventure, unlikely characters and unnecessary weapons.  And while this story has a happy ending, don’t think for a moment that we will be doing it again in the near future.

That was enough late night/early morning/over-excitement to last us for quite a while.

XO,
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Our Story: Boy and Girl Get Engaged

Well, let’s see, last time we left off: N and I had broken up, his grand “win back the girl” mission had failed, and then we had miraculously patched things up and gotten back together.

Our relationship progressed cautiously and casually.  We still had two years until graduation so any talk of marriage was very deftly broached and with lots of coded language, if at all.  I however, had a tentative timeline in my head.  We would get engaged sometime during our senior year (probably spring) and then get married either December of 2006 or the following summer.  Those dates were a possibility mostly because I wouldn’t be graduating in May with the rest of my class (still had student teaching remaining) and N was still considering his schooling options as well.

What I did know is that by the summer of 2005, I had no doubt that I would marry that crazy boy.

And although we rarely talked about the future, I did know that he wanted to marry me as well.

One of the main reasons why we avoided the topic of engagement and marriage was because N really, really wanted me to be surprised when we got engaged.

He succeeded.

Of course when you are a senior in college with a steady boyfriend it’s almost expected that every nice date is the one.  You know the one where you come back with a rock on your finger and a story to tell to a room full of eager-eyed friends (getting engaged on a small campus college really is the best, if not for the fun in telling and retelling the story alone).

By November of 2005, I had already watched it happen to a number of my friends and we all knew that any one of us would be next.  The month of June was completely off the table as each weekend was already solidly booked with weddings. July was filling up as well.

But our anniversary passed and nothing happened.  Not that I was expecting it too.  I still wasn’t thinking marriage was anything short of a year away.  I do remember making a comment on our date that night as I was shivering in the car, “Why can’t our anniversary be in July?!”.  Famous last words.

That evening when I was at N’s (parents’) house, I received a phone call from his Grandma.  She invited me to a family reunion in Atlanta in December.  I told her that sounded like fun and that if N was going then I would love too.  She warned me that her side of the family might be a little crazy but that they would love to meet me.

So the plan was for N and I to fly to Atlanta on Friday night and spend the night at one of his beloved football coach’s house.  On Saturday we would drive across town to the reunion and his parents would meet us there.  We would fly back on Sunday.  And just like a gentleman, he even cleared it first with my dad.

Little did I know, it was all a giant ruse.

We arrived in Atlanta on Friday night.  I do remember N being really nervous at the airport (possibly because he was carrying around an extra “box” that he was hoping wouldn’t be screened by security 🙂 ), but as soon as we saw Coach and his wife there to pick us up, all of the nerves seemed to disappear.

Why Atlanta?  Well, N knew how much I loved the South and he had yet to experience Peachtree City for himself.  Plus, one would hope that on an early December day that the weather might be reasonable, maybe even a clear, 70-degree day if one were lucky.  Lucky, he was not.

On Saturday, despite our previously late night arrival, we woke up bright and early.  N had scheduled one of Coach’s infamous work-outs in the morning and I went for a run with his wife in the mountains.  We beat the boys back home and prepared brunch.    It was then she asked me how serious N and I were and if I thought we would get married (she was totally playing along!).  I told her that we were pretty serious and gave her the details of when I thought we would get married (by that point, I had my standard answer rehearsed as any female senior with a serious boyfriend:) ).

The guys returned much later than originally anticipated (and they really were working out the whole time, no shenanigans.  Coach’s workouts are just that intense).  And by then the already grey and overcast sky had started to drizzle.  Everyone seemed on edge with this new forecast as they really wanted N  and I to go for a hike and see this waterfall that they couldn’t stop raving about.

We considered calling it off, (let’s be honest, I was a just a little skeptical that this waterfall was worth catching pneumonia over) but at the last minute changed our minds. However, we didn’t get too far onto the trail before the skies opened up and it began to pour.  So instead we walked to the nearest lodge and N called and asked if they could pick us up.  They said they would….as soon as they returned from an errand. So we waited in the big rocking chairs and talked.  Or at least I did.  N seemed unusually quiet for once.

Finally, their suburban pulled up and they told us, “Good news, we’ve rented a pontoon to take across the lake.  It’s still raining, but the guy said it wouldn’t matter!”

Shortly, we arrived at the boat and it was decorated (errand).  Christmas lights and everything. Coach and his wife bailed at the last minute, despite my protests.  “You’re going to pick us up on the other side of the lake after we park the car.”

N cautiously steered the boat into the rain and we hovered under the awning for protection.  The weather had become windy and a cold 40-something degrees.  Not ideal boating conditions by any means.  But that was the engagement plan.  And there was no plan B.  So there we were.

N idled us into a pretty spot in the middle of the lake (hmm..where ARE Coach and his wife?).  And then he asked me to turn on the video camera because he was going to read me a letter.  At this, I realize, I should have known. But N was always up to crazy antics like this.  So while I admit that my suspicions were a tad heightened, I no reason to believe that this time was different than any other.

He read me a sweet letter about how much he loved me and blah, blah, blah (good thing we have it on video because I have no recollection of what he said) until all of a sudden,

“and I want to know if you’ll marry me” Down on one knee, ring-box facing out, just like you see in the movies.

“yes.”

Celebrations ensued.
We steered the boat back to shore.
N sent me to the car to warm up while he began to disassemble the Christmas lights.  This little task actually took him quite a bit of time because his fingers began to turn blue and go numb.  (great engagement weather)
About this time, Coach pulled up in his suburban to guide us back to their house.  Except he saw me sitting in the car and N in the boat by himself.  When this scenario unfolded for another 15 minutes, he actually became quite concerned that I had said, “No“.
Thankfully,  long past the point of comfort, N was able to reassure him and we made our way back to the house.
I was immediately ushered off to a manicure appointment (so my nails would look pretty when I showed off my new jewelry)
I called family (friends would be later)
N and I went out to dinner (with a private, decorated room {thanks, D!})
We listened to recordings N had made of congratulations by different members of our family (since they couldn’t be there)
We cheers’ed to the future.
And then he finally admitted the family reunion did not actually exist (“you are the family reunion”) {I had totally bought it, so much so that I had stripped my bed that morning not knowing I would be spending another night in it before returning back to campus the next day}

Upon arrival, we met up with my sister (she had already been clued in before the trip as N was having a terrible time keeping it a secret) and then walked into a surprise engagement party thrown by N’s friends (surprise for me and for my friends).

And then I got to tell my one-of-a-kind story over and over and over again. And show off my ring (lots and lots).  And talk weddings with the girls in my house.  And flip through registry catalogs during that one, boring J-term class (sorry, Mrs. M). That was the beauty of living on a small, marriage-bound campus. And I loved every minute of it.

I was so glad N had ditched the spring engagement plans that fit better into our timeline.  Wait, the timeline?  I guess it was finally time to discuss……………….the timeline.

To be continued…

 

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part VII

Our Story: Boy and Girl Get Engaged

Well, let’s see, last time we left off: N and I had broken up, his grand “win back the girl” mission had failed, and then we had miraculously patched things up and gotten back together.

Our relationship progressed cautiously and casually.  We still had two years until graduation so any talk of marriage was very deftly broached and with lots of coded language, if at all.  I however, had a tentative timeline in my head.  We would get engaged sometime during our senior year (probably spring) and then get married either December of 2006 or the following summer.  Those dates were a possibility mostly because I wouldn’t be graduating in May with the rest of my class (still had student teaching remaining) and N was still considering his schooling options as well.

What I did know is that by the summer of 2005, I had no doubt that I would marry that crazy boy.

And although we rarely talked about the future, I did know that he wanted to marry me as well.

One of the main reasons why we avoided the topic of engagement and marriage was because N really, really wanted me to be surprised when we got engaged.

He succeeded.

Of course when you are a senior in college with a steady boyfriend it’s almost expected that every nice date is the one.  You know the one where you come back with a rock on your finger and a story to tell to a room full of eager-eyed friends (getting engaged on a small campus college really is the best, if not for the fun in telling and retelling the story alone).

By November of 2005, I had already watched it happen to a number of my friends and we all knew that any one of us would be next.  The month of June was completely off the table as each weekend was already solidly booked with weddings. July was filling up as well.

But our anniversary passed and nothing happened.  Not that I was expecting it too.  I still wasn’t thinking marriage was anything short of a year away.  I do remember making a comment on our date that night as I was shivering in the car, “Why can’t our anniversary be in July?!”.  Famous last words.

That evening when I was at N’s (parents’) house, I received a phone call from his Grandma.  She invited me to a family reunion in Atlanta in December.  I told her that sounded like fun and that if N was going then I would love too.  She warned me that her side of the family might be a little crazy but that they would love to meet me.

So the plan was for N and I to fly to Atlanta on Friday night and spend the night at one of his beloved football coach’s house.  On Saturday we would drive across town to the reunion and his parents would meet us there.  We would fly back on Sunday.  And just like a gentleman, he even cleared it first with my dad.

Little did I know, it was all a giant ruse.

We arrived in Atlanta on Friday night.  I do remember N being really nervous at the airport (possibly because he was carrying around an extra “box” that he was hoping wouldn’t be screened by security 🙂 ), but as soon as we saw Coach and his wife there to pick us up, all of the nerves seemed to disappear.

Why Atlanta?  Well, N knew how much I loved the South and he had yet to experience Peachtree City for himself.  Plus, one would hope that on an early December day that the weather might be reasonable, maybe even a clear, 70-degree day if one were lucky.  Lucky, he was not.

On Saturday, despite our previously late night arrival, we woke up bright and early.  N had scheduled one of Coach’s infamous work-outs in the morning and I went for a run with his wife in the mountains.  We beat the boys back home and prepared brunch.    It was then she asked me how serious N and I were and if I thought we would get married (she was totally playing along!).  I told her that we were pretty serious and gave her the details of when I thought we would get married (by that point, I had my standard answer rehearsed as any female senior with a serious boyfriend:) ).

The guys returned much later than originally anticipated (and they really were working out the whole time, no shenanigans.  Coach’s workouts are just that intense).  And by then the already grey and overcast sky had started to drizzle.  Everyone seemed on edge with this new forecast as they really wanted N  and I to go for a hike and see this waterfall that they couldn’t stop raving about.

We considered calling it off, (let’s be honest, I was a just a little skeptical that this waterfall was worth catching pneumonia over) but at the last minute changed our minds. However, we didn’t get too far onto the trail before the skies opened up and it began to pour.  So instead we walked to the nearest lodge and N called and asked if they could pick us up.  They said they would….as soon as they returned from an errand. So we waited in the big rocking chairs and talked.  Or at least I did.  N seemed unusually quiet for once.

Finally, their suburban pulled up and they told us, “Good news, we’ve rented a pontoon to take across the lake.  It’s still raining, but the guy said it wouldn’t matter!”

Shortly, we arrived at the boat and it was decorated (errand).  Christmas lights and everything. Coach and his wife bailed at the last minute, despite my protests.  “You’re going to pick us up on the other side of the lake after we park the car.”

N cautiously steered the boat into the rain and we hovered under the awning for protection.  The weather had become windy and a cold 40-something degrees.  Not ideal boating conditions by any means.  But that was the engagement plan.  And there was no plan B.  So there we were.

N idled us into a pretty spot in the middle of the lake (hmm..where ARE Coach and his wife?).  And then he asked me to turn on the video camera because he was going to read me a letter.  At this, I realize, I should have known. But N was always up to crazy antics like this.  So while I admit that my suspicions were a tad heightened, I no reason to believe that this time was different than any other.

He read me a sweet letter about how much he loved me and blah, blah, blah (good thing we have it on video because I have no recollection of what he said) until all of a sudden,

“and I want to know if you’ll marry me” Down on one knee, ring-box facing out, just like you see in the movies.

“yes.”

Celebrations ensued.
We steered the boat back to shore.
N sent me to the car to warm up while he began to disassemble the Christmas lights.  This little task actually took him quite a bit of time because his fingers began to turn blue and go numb.  (great engagement weather)
About this time, Coach pulled up in his suburban to guide us back to their house.  Except he saw me sitting in the car and N in the boat by himself.  When this scenario unfolded for another 15 minutes, he actually became quite concerned that I had said, “No“.
Thankfully,  long past the point of comfort, N was able to reassure him and we made our way back to the house.
I was immediately ushered off to a manicure appointment (so my nails would look pretty when I showed off my new jewelry)
I called family (friends would be later)
N and I went out to dinner (with a private, decorated room {thanks, D!})
We listened to recordings N had made of congratulations by different members of our family (since they couldn’t be there)
We cheers’ed to the future.
And then he finally admitted the family reunion did not actually exist (“you are the family reunion”) {I had totally bought it, so much so that I had stripped my bed that morning not knowing I would be spending another night in it before returning back to campus the next day}

Upon arrival, we met up with my sister (she had already been clued in before the trip as N was having a terrible time keeping it a secret) and then walked into a surprise engagement party thrown by N’s friends (surprise for me and for my friends).

And then I got to tell my one-of-a-kind story over and over and over again. And show off my ring (lots and lots).  And talk weddings with the girls in my house.  And flip through registry catalogs during that one, boring J-term class (sorry, Mrs. M). That was the beauty of living on a small, marriage-bound campus. And I loved every minute of it.

I was so glad N had ditched the spring engagement plans that fit better into our timeline.  Wait, the timeline?  I guess it was finally time to discuss……………….the timeline.

To be continued…

 

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part VII

Little Matey

Over the weekend, I helped throw a shower for one of my girlfriends who lives in town.
I am so thrilled that she is expecting a little boy this October.  Hopefully he will love sports (and most especially lacrosse) just like his parents.
Seeing as how they also share a love of water (and his parents’ lakehouse has been the site of many special memories), she suggested a nautical theme for the shin-dig.
I had so much fun creating lots of crafts and fare to fit with this theme.  And, of course I have to give credit where credit is due.  Thank you, Pinterest, for much of the sea-faring inspiration!
 the invitation
 it’s a buoy!
my co-host suggested the idea to decorate onesies for baby boy
 she’s going to be a great mom!
 two teams competed to see who could dress and undress baby fastest
 handmade blanket in nursery colors: so lovely
 baby boy driving mocs: swoon
party attendees, minus two
We can’t wait to meet you, Baby K!  Lots of love,
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Highlight Reel

Here are some recent highlights:
 We came,
 we saw,
 we hugged every (single) pig (multiple times),
 we conquered.  The State Fair.

 We found another gluten-free haven.  Gigi’s cupcakes.  Cupcakes, gluten-free?  Is there anything the gluten-free gurus haven’t conquered? (note: despite the greedy gleam in MG’s eye, she really only had about a bite and a half of this bowl of sugar.  We, being first time parents, of course, are still a little stingy about how much sugar she intakes…esp right before bed :))
 Sometimes we like to hold hands when we eat.
 Girl loves her books in the car.  Mama loves hearing her call out the animals and other mumbo-jumbo I can’t yet understand.  “Wocka-wocka gweary do-BWA!!”  Whatever it is, it certainly sounds important.

 Caught her playing store.  We’ve packed up the baby toys (sniff, sniff) and moved on to bigger (and in my opinion) better!
 Still lots of love for my furbaby, who rarely makes a fuss, cleans up after himself, and spends most of the day napping.  What Mama wouldn’t??
 After a disappointing summer, we decided to do something to lift our spirits and give our house a makeover.  N is never quite sure what to expect when he comes home.  One day it’s ombre furniture, the next, macrame plants??
 Every weekend, it seems, we go on a tour de parks.  MG loved this one!
 My little crab.
 We took a trip to Ikea and came home with a new baby brother.  Mama thinks he looks a bit like baby Daddy.
 Sometimes we go to the park at night in an effort to wear baby girl out.  Sometimes it works.  Sometimes it wears Mama out.
But this certainly helps the cause.  When did she learn to do that?
Summer, you are quickly fleeting. We will miss your extra-long days and agreeable weather.  See you in a year or so,

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Vocabulary

Seeing as how N and I were both late talkers, it shouldn’t surprise me that our firstborn is following right in our footsteps.

While she is far from the you should be concerned end of the scale, she is 21 months and hasn’t quite hit the overflowing vocabulary well yet.   Our lack of concern has mostly to do with the fact that she is a very good, if not great, communicator.  She comprehends so much of what we ask and tell her to do.  She understands complicated instructions and descriptions.  On the reverse end, she has also mastered telling us what she wants without the necessary vocab.  Finger points, ranging from sly to emphatic, have become very common in our house. Instead of an “I love you, too”, we receive kisses and hugs.  And a grunt and tug on your hand means “Come with me!”

We’ve also reached the wonderful age where we can use some reasoning skills.  We’d been working on these skills far before she could understand them, but now they are paying off.  With the terrible twos knocking at our door, tantrums are all to common.  However, they usually can be put to bed by asking a series of questions: do you want this one or that one?  Do you want to sit in the stroller or walk?  Do you want a drink or a piece of cheese?  Mind you, these questions are in no way giving in to her demands.  Often one of the choices is something she most assuredly does not want to do (i.e. a drink of water), but by showing her that she has a choice between two evils options, she gets to control which path she takes. And usually, she will stop mid-fit to answer yes or no to our questions.  So it is limited communication, but it is there.  A beautiful thing after months of mutual frustration.

Anyway, we’ve started to notice some major changes in MG’s vocab within the past two weeks alone.  She is finally hitting her stride.  She has about 10-15 words that she says unprompted and now she is starting to repeat things that she hears and add to this list daily.  Her responses, while a little garbled at times, are also becoming a bit more complicated, “No, I don’t want that!”,  “There he is”, “That one there!”.  It took us a while to realize she was putting long sentences together, but both N and I discovered it within the course of the same day.

And you know what the best part is?

Finally, finally after 21 months of wait, she called me Mama the other day at the park.  Clear as a bell, she called my name!  I teared up a little bit when it happened because I’ve waited for it for so long.  “Daddy” was easy and was one of the first words to cross her lips.  But the M words have been hard and Mama was only reserved for much prompting.

She’s growing up!  Here’s some of her vocab at 21 months (sorry for the bad camera skills, but she is much more willing to perform if she can watch herself…and….I didn’t realize the camera caught so much of me :)):

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Snippets

a few snippets of our life lately:

 

The Cat Walk

Got milk?

Cat stretch

The Croc Walk


aren’t those fun?

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My Cookbook: Cookie-Bottom Cheesecake Bars {delish}

Cheese + Cake…two of my favorite things in the world.  Add them together and, well, it doesn’t get much better than that, right?  Wrong.  Add in a cookie + butter crust to the bottom.  Yum.

This is one of those great recipes because it can go either way.  G- or G-Free and it is simple to convert back and forth for the proverbial icing on the cake.

Cookie-Bottom Cheesecake Bars

(original recipe: Trader Joe’s  modifications: me)
Crust:
1 box of cookies:  Chocolate Sandwich cookies {you know the ones that have the cream filling}, GF chocolate sandwich cookies*, Gingersnaps, GF Gingersnaps, etc.
1/2 stick of butter (melted)
salt (if you used unalted butter)
1/2 cup sugar (if you use gingersnaps)
(*note: the GF sandwich cookies that I buy at my local store are definitely a splurge at $4/box….but one I am willing to indulge in every now and again.  I have found that it takes about a box and a half to get the nice thick crust for these cheesecake bars)
Preheat oven to 325.  Crush cookies and mix with butter salt and sugar.  Grease a 4″ by 6″ pan and layer this mixture on the bottom.  
Resist the urge to turn up your nose at its greige appearance.

Do not resist the urge to sample whatever did not make it into the pan.

Bake for about 15 minutes and then set aside to cool.

Filling
3 packages of cream cheese, softened
2 eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1 T fresh lemon juice
1 T vanilla 
Beat cream cheese and sugar until smooth.  Incorporate lemon and vanilla.  Beat in eggs one at a time until fully mixed.

Poor this mixture over the cookie crust and bake at 350 for about 30-40 minutes.

The cheesecake will be done when just set.  Before the top browns, but after it is puffy and crackled.  Chill for a few hours.  Top with chocolate whipped cream, fresh fruit, or just plain + good.

Enjoy!

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Child and Mother

O mother-my-love, if you’ll give me your hand,
 And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.
We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.
There’ll be no little tired-out girl to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you’re weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.

And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head
In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we’ll wander,–
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.

“Child and Mother” Eugene Field
{goodnight}
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Highlight Reel

According to my phone, this is what we’ve been up to lately:
 Now that the nasty new molars are in, sleep has been very plentiful.  Lunch date anyone?
Story time at the library.  We won’t tell Miss Cindy that she prefers the toys afterwards though..
And the cars outside too.  The pig puppets are a little scary.  I will give her that.
The view from straight-on

 I love that she loves to hold my hand.  Every time we lap sit, hand-holding ensues.  Dreamy.

 We milked a “cow” at a local historic village.  MG’s mooo has since improved.  Her love of milk has not.
 Things I love about Jason’s deli: 1) gluten-free sandwich bread 2) unlimited softserve 3) unlimited softserve
 MG and her puppy pal.  He’s just that comfortable.
 
 I turn my back for 2 seconds to make an egg and turn around to find this.  Sneaky-sneaky that little one is.
 Making the dentist proud (p.s. no adult toothpaste was actually used, per dentist’s instructions)
 She is such a little copy-cat.  Whatever Mama does, baby does too.  Color me flattered.
 Hates it in the car.  Loves it in the living room.  Go figure.

 Increase my intake of Chick-fil-a sauce?  Mr. Huckabee, you don’t have to twist my arm!
 Enjoying every last drop of summer.
 I told you I was crunchy 😉
 It’s going to be hard to say goodbye to Daddy next week.  He has been such a brightness in our lives the past few weeks.  
Summer’s over.
Waaaaahhhhhhhhh.
(now that is has been properly mourned, can someone get me a decaf pumpkin spice latte and a handful of candy corns, stat?)

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