The Misadventures of Cheri

Mortifying my kids one swimsuit at a time

Just wondering . . . .

How many Weight Watchers points do three handfuls of mini-marshmallows have?

Pretty much describes my day in a nutshell.

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My Favorite Salad

Here is a recipe for my most favorite salad ever.  And if you accidentally glop too much dressing in (like I did today) take heart!!  It’s fat free.

What you’ll need:

Lettuce (I like to use a romaine and spinach combo)

Baked chicken

2 pineapple rings

2 green onions

Salad dressing (to be revealed later so your anticipation can build)

First I start out by grilling the pineapple and green onion (have I ever mentioned how much I love my cast iron grill pan?):

I almost never just grill two pineapple slices.  Austin always wants some and I’ll show you what he does with his at the end of the blog.

After the grilling is done, chop up the grilled items:

The kitchen shears above are the newest from Pampered Chef.  Easily the greatest kitchen shears I’ve ever had.

I try to have grilled chicken on hand at all times to throw into recipes and to snack on here and there.  I can’t recommend Montreal Chicken Seasoning strongly enough!!

Put all the above ingredients into a big bowl (you’ll want plenty of the salad, trust me) plus the lettuce.  Then add the pièce de résistance of the whole meal.  I humbly offer you Litehouse Toasted Sesame Ginger dressing (and all heaven and earth rejoiced):

Your result will look something like this.  But I promise it won’t last for long:

Here’s what Austin does with his grilled pineapple (because he has the metabolism of, oh, say a 14 year old boy!):

He likes to put in a scoop of mango ice cream.  He also told me that one year at church camp they roasted marshmallows with a chunk of pineapple on the skewer, too.  He said it’s delicious.  I can’t wait to try it this summer!


WFMW: Saving Money on Shoes

My absolute favorite place to buy shoes for the whole family is  I thought the entire world knew about this site.  But just this week I told two people about the amazing deal I got on these shoes:

And yet neither one of them had heard of the website.  I was shocked.

Last year Austin decided he “needed” $120 tennis shoes and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t as excited about it as he was.  Does he remember how cheap his mother is?  Anyway, we didn’t find the exact pair he wanted on, but we did find a pair of DC shoes that made him very happy.  And I was happy because I only paid $43 (including shipping!).

So that’s my mom tip for this week!  Enjoy the Works for Me Wednesday Mom Tips here.



I went to my first Zumba class tonight and I loved it!!  It was so much fun to shake, shake, shake your booty.  I love to dance and Tyler hates to so this is a perfect solution.

I’m not feeling sore yet.  I hear the morning after is pretty bad.  My rear end is giving me a little grief, but I hope I really feel it in the morning.  It would be sad to sweat as much as I did and  not even be sore.

Oh, and can we talk about how RED I was?  I got a sunburn yesterday and my face went all nuclear tomato on me.   Gah!



Yeah, I know I didn’t post yesterday.  I had some sort of resident evil set itself up in my stomach and intestines.  I figure I’ll blog twice in one day before the end of the month.  Everyone deserves a sick day.

Today was gorgeous and I have a very, very sunburned left arm and neck to prove it.  The right arm isn’t so bad . . . .I was standing with my left side towards the sun for 3 1/2 hours pressure washing the sea of cement we have.  I was in my happy place, trying to drown out the unrelenting “WaAaAaAaAaAa” of the pressure washer, when I saw a very ratty rv trying to pull into the driveway across from me.

That driveway is steep and I know there’s no way the rv is going to make it up there.  Then it starts to back into my driveway.  And it kept coming and coming and coming.  I had to jump out of the way.  Are you KIDDING me?  As I’m jumping, trying to avoid certain death, I notice the license plate frame.  It reads “Shining the Path to Jesus.”  Apparently they were taking that literally.  But I really wasn’t planning on having a cesspool of an rv back over me and shine my path to Jesus today.

El Gross-o RV did manage to leave a nice scratch in the cement of my driveway.   But I didn’t care.  I was too busy wondering if I should yell out, “HEY!  Nice try but you missed killing me!”  Which they totally would have heard because they parked across the street from my house.   And they would have really heard it when they walked past my house and into a house down the street.

And if they’re still there in the morning, I’m going to go over and kick a tire.

As soon as I make sure they’re not actually inside.

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Stomach Bug

That is the absolute nicest way I can say it.  Because what I’ve got goin’ on all up in here is not pretty.  Not at all. And while the SpongeBob thermometer assures me I don’t have a fever, I can’t help but wonder what the “stomach bug” has done to make me all flushed and hot.  Nice.

And now I’m off to pick the kids up from a church event and go get some 7-Up.

This is your pitiful blog post of the day.

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The Awesome 80’s, part I

Give me a moment here while I get over Mr. Bon Jovi.  *sigh*

I might be a bit biased, but I think the 80’s were the best decade ever.  I entered this decade as an awkward, unsure 10 year old and left it as an awkward, unsure 21 year old.  I thought I’d reminisce a little about my favorite decade.

1980 – I finished 5th grade and entered 6th.  My memories are a little foggy about this age.  What I mostly remember is living in Boise, Idaho and really having a great life for a kid.  By the 6th grade I had worked myself into the “popular girls” clique.  I was all that.  Little did I know “all that” would be coming to an end.

1981 – My parents announce we’re leaving  Boise (and my hard earned popularity) and returning to the homeland – aka Anchorage, Alaska.  I could NOT have been less thrilled.  We drove the Alcan and pulled into Anchorage on my 12th birthday.  This was a big, start your life over move for our family. We went from living in a nice home to an apartment with suicide paneling.  Don’t know what that is?  Check it out here.  This was also the year my parents enrolled me in Christian school and I met a fellow by the name of Jesus.  My life has never been the same and I’m forever grateful!!

1982 – Amy Grant idolization was firmly entrenched in my soul.  As a young Christian girl there really wasn’t any decent music to listen to that wasn’t the Devil’s music.  Amy Grand was all we had.  She was young, beautiful, hip and her music sounded vaguely like Devil music, only with lyrics about God.

1983 – Still at the Christian school and I had the BEST wardrobe!!  I don’t think there’s a girl out there now who would think that her mom making all her school clothes was the greatest thing ever.  But it was for me back in the day.  My mom was the world’s best seamstress.  She even made me an exact replica of a dress Princess Diana wore . . . I still have the dress.  Along with a couple others in which her sewing was amazing.  I’ll post pictures in Part II.

1894 – The year we moved to Wasilla and I started my sophomore year at Wasilla High School.  Yes, the one Sarah Palin went to.  No, I don’t want to talk about her.  And WHS would be where my 80’s fashion sense really started to form.  The hair . . . . the clothes!!  I’ll do my best to dig up some pictures and post them tomorrow!



This little gizmo, also known as the Furminator, is amazing!!  I have wanted one for the dogs for a long time, but two things kept me from getting one.  The price and wondering if it would work on my short haired dogs.

I decided to look on Ebay and they were cheap . . . much cheaper than the $25 or $30 in the pet stores.  I figured if it didn’t work on the dogs, I wasn’t out that much money.

Not only does it work, even on my super short haired chihuahua, it works amazingly well!!  And the beagle loves it.  If you’re “brushing” her and you stop, she frantically looks around for the Furminator and wiggles until you brush her again.  The chihuahua hates it, but she hates everything.  She’ll stand it for a few minutes then it just gets ugly.

So if you have any type of shedding pet, you’re going to love the Furminator!

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Weight Watchers Day 2

Yes, I really did start Weight Watchers like I said I would.  So far it hasn’t killed me.  But I’m on day 2 so give it time.

It really hasn’t been too bad, these two days.  It would help if I didn’t cook so well and if I didn’t have a family.  It would also help if I didn’t have left over, delectable grilled chicken calling my name from the refrigerator.  Chicken has more WW points than you would think.  Or at least I would think.   Thankfully my beloved teas and grape Propel are all zero points so I don’t have to feel completely enslaved by drinking water all day.

We went on a hike Sunday and then I walked for an hour at Amber’s track practice on Monday.  Which means my calves are all nice and sore.  I was going to get up early today and go for another walk, but I thought it was raining.  Just how I could tell it was raining  – which it wasn’t – with my earplugs in and the black out blinds closed, I have no idea.  So no walking it was.  Tomorrow is another day!

On another positive note, I finally got in to see my massage therapist today.  A few weeks ago I bought new pillows for Tyler and myself.  I accidentally picked the super duper puffy ones.  They work great for Tyler but after about a week I was in critical condition.  Well, my neck was.  I kept thinking it would get better, but it never did.  I’ve been at the point of daily headaches . . . . I’m talking almost migraine . . . . . . for far too long.  When you make your very experienced therapist say, “Oh my GOSH!  Oh. my. GOSH!” you know you’re in a league of your own.  My neck muscles were messed up clear down into my arms!  After an hour with her I could actually think straight and the pain was gone.  The muscles she beat back into submission are going to hurt like heck tomorrow, but I’ll be happy.

I love her!  Even more so because she hit a table she had a little fountain on and knocked the whole thing over, including fragrance oil in a jar.  It smelled REAL lemongrassy but I didn’t care.  All I could think was, “Free at last, free at last, Thank God Almighty my neck is free at last.”


Can’t Let Go

Although we’ve come
To the end of the road
Still I can’t let go
It’s unnatural
You belong to me
I belong to you

So I’m having a little bit of a hard time letting go.  We (and a friend) have been saving these since February.  Austin is taking a class at Friday school and was told he needed to save bottle tops.  So we have been saving these religiously.  I even cleaned them in the washer!!

Then we get the e-mail that the teachers have decided not to do the project.  BLURG!!!  At least she sent us the link for the project so when the kids inevitably get bored this summer, we have enough bottle tops for them to make two or three.

Back to the letting go . . . . I threw one bottle top away yesterday and it just felt so wrong.  I know everyone else in the house feels the same because I see the tops lined up by the sink, just like old times.  I’m sure someday I’ll be able to part with these someday.

Or maybe not.

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