coming off of a weekend without my kids is always difficult. we are coming up on three years of having every other weekend off and it still gets to me. to top it off a past relationship keeps trying to be present, i had plans that fell through on saturday night, and another relationship has had me in deep thought. there were definitely some highlights, but my mood has been in the toilet.
i think there is a pitfall that single folk fall in to, the "why can't i find someone who just wants to be with me" hole. for some reason when i sit around by my lonesome i start to analyze what i have to "offer" a potential partner. besides myself and my stellar personality i don't have much. can just me be enough for someone else?
i come with some hefty baggage.
for starters two kids. i love them, but will my potential partner love them like i do? if he has kids will i love his kids the way i love my own? i guess the reality is no one is going to love your kids like their mom and dad do. grandparents don't love them the way their own parents do. to worry about this is silly, but my kids are my absolute number one priority. making sure that my potential partner is not only a good fit for me but also for them is not only necessary but harder than i ever imagined.
second, i am not a wealthy woman. getting divorced is a pricey venture. i can support myself, but just barely. i don't have a fat stash of cash to entertain, or vacation with, or even buy myself and my kids extras. this is kind of embarrassing, but i know it won't be forever. i live simply because i have to, but truly the balance of one's bank account doesn't interest me. i have lived before with a disposable income and was miserable beyond belief, now i live within my means and spend way more time with my kids and am much happier in my soul.
i have a loony tunes ex that isn't going away. sometimes i don't want to have to deal with my ex how can i expect someone else to join the party? whether we want to admit it or not a person with kids is always going to have to deal with their ex. for me, this can sometimes be really impactful. the relationship with my ex is slowly mending itself. i don't ever expect it to be perfect, but does someone else really want to walk into all that drama? i wouldn't.
so really i just have me to "offer" someone else. i know that i can keep their belly full. i have a wicked sense of humor and we will laugh. i don't require a lot to keep me happy, so i am cheap to maintain. i am honest, caring, passionate, quirky, often times loud, silly, emotional, irrational at times, and extremely genuine. is that enough? i guess time will tell.
i think the bigger problem is me believing that i am enough. i find myself getting wrapped up in what i don't have instead of what i do. the conversation in my head goes something like this he should be with someone on the same playing field. instead of my thoughts being what could he possibly see in me? they should be of course he loves me i am fantastic!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
tame your tongue...
Feelings can be a little like our laundry. Sometimes we can't sort them until we dump them on the table. ~ beth moore
it is sunday, church day. i am very honest that i sometimes regularly attend. i am really good at coming up with any excuse to not go. it's my only day to sleep in. this is a load of garbage, i had saturday and truly i choose to get up an hour earlier than i need to every weekday just to have some me time. i don't have enough time to get showered. hogwash, it takes me just a few minutes to shower, dress and get out the door, i always have time. i don't feel good. baloney, i never feel good when i wake up, it's nothing unusual. somehow i always get up and get out the door. really it is all just excuses.
i actually like going to church. i like the social aspect. it is a time to be with other people who are similar in their beliefs. it is a constant. i am big on routines and dependability, the church is always there. i generally come away with a tidbit in my brain to ponder. you know how i like to mull things over. and i have said before that i don't believe you have to go to church to prove your faith, but it is a good place to solidify and remind yourself of your faith.
the saying above is from the bible study class that i, sometimes regularly, go to. there is a study guide and homework that i am supposed to do. i have only completed my homework once. i choose instead to sit next the teacher, my friend bethy, and copy her work. shameful i know, but i do take things away from the class.
a few weeks ago, there was a message that i had to draw on today. the message was: don't say things that only make yourself feel better. this is sometimes a really hard thing to do. having the ability to bite your tongue or as beth moore would say tame your tongue is a skill. one that needs to be practiced.
a person from my past has been super persistent in maintaining a relationship. the more time that goes by and the constant barrage of messages and conversations i have with this person the more i want to have a throw down. little things keep coming up, snippets of information that are putting pieces together, and i don't really know how to handle all of them. as the puzzle is being built i am seeing a picture that i don't want to see. it makes me angry.
i want to assault this person with truths, my feelings, and their actions that were hurtful. i am not sure how it would be received. would my words fall on deaf ears or would they resonate for the better? there is no way to predict the outcome and this is where the message keeps popping up. like a neon sign that flashes in the back of my head. the cartoon angel on my shoulder reminding me to tread carefully. the airplane sky writer sending me a personal message.
in the short term, a full on assault with my words would bring me satisfaction. however i know myself too well and know that in the long run i would feel bad. i would be upset with myself for causing someone else unnecessary grief. there really isn't anything for me to gain. i have shared enough times (when i was directly in the situation) that dragging it up now would only be for revenge. i would prefer that this isn't a characteristic (revenge seeker) that comes to mind when i or anyone else thinks of me.
maybe that message will stick with you? maybe you will choose to hold back, tame your tongue, and choose your words more carefully?
it is sunday, church day. i am very honest that i sometimes regularly attend. i am really good at coming up with any excuse to not go. it's my only day to sleep in. this is a load of garbage, i had saturday and truly i choose to get up an hour earlier than i need to every weekday just to have some me time. i don't have enough time to get showered. hogwash, it takes me just a few minutes to shower, dress and get out the door, i always have time. i don't feel good. baloney, i never feel good when i wake up, it's nothing unusual. somehow i always get up and get out the door. really it is all just excuses.
i actually like going to church. i like the social aspect. it is a time to be with other people who are similar in their beliefs. it is a constant. i am big on routines and dependability, the church is always there. i generally come away with a tidbit in my brain to ponder. you know how i like to mull things over. and i have said before that i don't believe you have to go to church to prove your faith, but it is a good place to solidify and remind yourself of your faith.
the saying above is from the bible study class that i, sometimes regularly, go to. there is a study guide and homework that i am supposed to do. i have only completed my homework once. i choose instead to sit next the teacher, my friend bethy, and copy her work. shameful i know, but i do take things away from the class.
a few weeks ago, there was a message that i had to draw on today. the message was: don't say things that only make yourself feel better. this is sometimes a really hard thing to do. having the ability to bite your tongue or as beth moore would say tame your tongue is a skill. one that needs to be practiced.
a person from my past has been super persistent in maintaining a relationship. the more time that goes by and the constant barrage of messages and conversations i have with this person the more i want to have a throw down. little things keep coming up, snippets of information that are putting pieces together, and i don't really know how to handle all of them. as the puzzle is being built i am seeing a picture that i don't want to see. it makes me angry.
i want to assault this person with truths, my feelings, and their actions that were hurtful. i am not sure how it would be received. would my words fall on deaf ears or would they resonate for the better? there is no way to predict the outcome and this is where the message keeps popping up. like a neon sign that flashes in the back of my head. the cartoon angel on my shoulder reminding me to tread carefully. the airplane sky writer sending me a personal message.
in the short term, a full on assault with my words would bring me satisfaction. however i know myself too well and know that in the long run i would feel bad. i would be upset with myself for causing someone else unnecessary grief. there really isn't anything for me to gain. i have shared enough times (when i was directly in the situation) that dragging it up now would only be for revenge. i would prefer that this isn't a characteristic (revenge seeker) that comes to mind when i or anyone else thinks of me.
maybe that message will stick with you? maybe you will choose to hold back, tame your tongue, and choose your words more carefully?
Friday, January 27, 2012
cure: chocolate covered gummy bears...
today is turning out to be a tougher than usual day. i can't quite pinpoint the cause, but i have been on the verge of tears since i woke up. i don't like days like this. they leave me discouraged.
i have tried all my regular pick me ups. an extra cup of coffee with extra creamy creamer. scanning the humor section of pinterest. chatting with my favorite cowboy. but nothing seems to be working. the only solution i see is chocolate covered gummy bears.
my kids will be leaving today for the weekend. this always puts me in a mood. cure: gummy bears
i have mount monster zit smack dab in between my eyebrows. it is ready to erupt. it is painful and i can see it in my line of vision. it hurts and is giving me a headache. cure: gummy bears
i am missing someone today. cure: gummy bears
i am frustrated with a person who is persistent. cure: gummy bears
my skivvies today seem to have a mind of their own. cure: gummy bears
i'm hungry. cure: gummy bears
i have a monster bruise on my massive bicep that hurts like the dickens. cure: gummy bears
i can't seem to warm up. cure: gummy bears
see there is just too many things going awry today and clearly the only cure is chocolate covered gummy bears.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
inadvertently sexy...
heels
lingerie
pencil skirts
cigarette pants
a fitted sweater
it is fun to be a girl!
i am a girly girl. i love all the make up, futzing with my hair, dressing up, and feeling sexy. however i am not the girl who wears all the latest trends, or looks jaundiced from too many trips to the tanning salon, or needs to apply/remove their make up with tiling tools, or has a punch card at the plastic surgeons office. i am comfortable in my own skin and i don't think i need too many enhancements.
i work in an attorney's office. i am required to dress professionally. i dress pretty conservatively, but i have been known to jazz it up a bit. today is one of those days. i will describe my outfit so you can get a visual, i have on a cream crew neck cashmere sweater, a wool pink a-line skirt to the knee, gray (or grey) fishnet stockings, gray heels and a gray and cream paisley scarf. the fishnets are my jazz, but there isn't anything overtly provocative about this ensemble.
it could be. stay with me for a sec. i could be wearing my wonderbra max that adds two cup sizes (we all know i could use some help in this area of my figure), a skin tight, low cut, scoop neck bandage inspired dress that barely skims the top of my thighs, my gray fishnets and a pair of sky high stilettos. do you have an image in your head? i do. this woman is oozing sex. which i must say is not really office appropriate, or at least not in my office.
so i put on my facebook status this morning in heaven....grey fishnets and grey heels. this seemed like a pretty benign statement for a thursday morning, but i am wondering if my status is showing up differently on other computers? you know, somehow morphing into exhausted from a long night of hooking, can't wait to take of my fishnets and heels. if you are getting this message it is completely bogus!
so i am here to tell you that it is possible to wear fishnets during daylight hours and not look trashy. i actually own four pairs; black, gray, purple, and nude. depending on what you pair the stockings with will depend on how sexy or demure your ensemble will look.
just for fun here is a snippet from the sexy fishnet clad ladies of burlesque...
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
winter butt...
jello. a concoction of water, sugar, artificial flavoring and gelatin. it is squishy yet holds it shapes unless it gets warm and then it melts, but it isn't a frozen treat. it jiggles and dances on your spoon. you can cut it into shapes or put it in a mold. jello comes in a plethora of flavors, my favorite is strawberry-banana. jello is good.
dimples. indentations on the surface of your skin. usually found on the cheeks or chin. this is a genetic trait. both my kids have dimples in their chins. ash's is more prominent than p's, but they both received this feature from their father.
cottage cheese. an unstrained, unpressed cheese curd product. you can get it full fat, mid fat and fat free. when i was really little i remember this kid at daycare who loved cottage cheese, but only ate it like a dog out of the bowl. it was a digusting process to watch and turned me off, i refused to try it until later in life. despite all of my food texture issues, this salty cheese treat is one i enjoy.
how come all these things are yummy or cute unless you are using these words to describe your butt? my winter butt can be described by all of these words. it is squishier than i prefer similar to jello. depending on the way i am viewing (i do look at it sometimes) it, it can resemble a cheese curd product and there seems to be a few extra dimples besides the two that are always right above my buttocks.
sigh
i think we all, men and women, know where we carry our weight. when i pack my face and don't exercise at all i add extra layers to my butt and thighs. this is a pretty common place for women to carry extra weight. if that extra weight could fill up my deflated breasts that would be nice, but i haven't been that fortunate.
i know what i need to do, but seem to lack the inspiration, drive and motivation to get off my ass. i should start running, my group of peeps is running the st. patty's day dash again. i could use my bosu. i could add some more vegetables and remove some pepperoni. maybe add a little mattress dancing? oh wait that would mean i have a consistent man in my life, scratch that. i could do lunges up and down the hall at work on my forty two trips back and forth from my desk to my bosses desk. do i get extra points for doing lunges in heels? or maybe i should just do nothing.
there is a scene in the movie eat pray love that is sticking out in my head....
so there you have it. what exactly is my plan of action? i have no real concrete ideas. i do know that i am not pleased with my current butt situation and that action is necessary.
dimples. indentations on the surface of your skin. usually found on the cheeks or chin. this is a genetic trait. both my kids have dimples in their chins. ash's is more prominent than p's, but they both received this feature from their father.
cottage cheese. an unstrained, unpressed cheese curd product. you can get it full fat, mid fat and fat free. when i was really little i remember this kid at daycare who loved cottage cheese, but only ate it like a dog out of the bowl. it was a digusting process to watch and turned me off, i refused to try it until later in life. despite all of my food texture issues, this salty cheese treat is one i enjoy.
how come all these things are yummy or cute unless you are using these words to describe your butt? my winter butt can be described by all of these words. it is squishier than i prefer similar to jello. depending on the way i am viewing (i do look at it sometimes) it, it can resemble a cheese curd product and there seems to be a few extra dimples besides the two that are always right above my buttocks.
sigh
i think we all, men and women, know where we carry our weight. when i pack my face and don't exercise at all i add extra layers to my butt and thighs. this is a pretty common place for women to carry extra weight. if that extra weight could fill up my deflated breasts that would be nice, but i haven't been that fortunate.
i know what i need to do, but seem to lack the inspiration, drive and motivation to get off my ass. i should start running, my group of peeps is running the st. patty's day dash again. i could use my bosu. i could add some more vegetables and remove some pepperoni. maybe add a little mattress dancing? oh wait that would mean i have a consistent man in my life, scratch that. i could do lunges up and down the hall at work on my forty two trips back and forth from my desk to my bosses desk. do i get extra points for doing lunges in heels? or maybe i should just do nothing.
there is a scene in the movie eat pray love that is sticking out in my head....
so there you have it. what exactly is my plan of action? i have no real concrete ideas. i do know that i am not pleased with my current butt situation and that action is necessary.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
factory is closed....
i burst out of my coma with a check list of things to get done; clean bathrooms, revamp online dating profile, don't have anymore kids....wait...what? i picked up my phone. yes, i am one of those annoying people who is so addicted to my phone i sleep with it. 3:00 A.M. was staring me down. i put my phone back down, told myself goodnight, and rolled over hoping that sleep would find me again for just a few more hours.
well it is now 4:49 and i am still awake. i haven't cleaned the bathrooms, because really that is just crazy town to clean bathrooms at 3 in the morning, but i did revamp my profile. not sure it will do any good, but an item checked off my list. now i am sitting here with number three; don't have anymore kids. this is a weird thing to have on my checklist. hmmm...
i am going to start with this, in the world of online dating i am shocked and amazed at the amount of men my age who haven't been married and don't have kids but want them. there is a part of me that says, "kuddos to you bro you didn't settle." the other part says, "what's wrong with him? is he hard to please?" i don't know their life stories, the why's, what's, when's or how comes? so i really shouldn't be so quick to judge, but i do wonder and if i have the opportunity i ask. the down side to the man who is in his mid 30's and still is looking to have kids...he isn't going to find that with me.
this is a subject i have put a lot of thought in to. i have some good reasons, at least i think they are good reasons. i will say it is a nice idea, to create a life born out of new undying love is a beautiful thing. bring on the rain storm. you might need your umbrellas.
i always knew that i wanted to have kids, but nobody goes into marriage thinking, "10 years from now we will be divorced, so let's have kids together". sharing custody, child support, divvying up holidays, attempting civility is all a bunch of bunk. why on earth would i risk having two men to do that with? just hand me a one way ticket to the loony bin now.
i don't ever want my kids, the ones that i have now, to feel upstaged by a new baby. not just any new baby, a new baby with my mr. right forever. subconsciously i think i would treat that new baby just a little bit differently. when i look at my kids now i see them, individual humans, i don't see their father or the life i used to have. would that change if i had a new baby with my new happy life? i'm sure there are those who can weigh in on this, but like always this is just my own thoughts.
or how about the simple fact that i am just getting old. i don't want to be one of those "old" parents. starting over with diapers, midnight feedings, strollers, loads of crap that you have to travel with...oh my goodness that sounds terrible. my kids are at an age that they don't need me as much and can be somewhat self sufficient if i stay out of the way. we can joke around and they get my humor. let's be honest, i am halfway through their youth before they are officially adults, why would i want to add another 20 years until they are out of my hair?
so there you go. i've checked off two things from my 3:00 am checklist and bathrooms aren't one of them. maybe i will get to those bathrooms in a little bit.
well it is now 4:49 and i am still awake. i haven't cleaned the bathrooms, because really that is just crazy town to clean bathrooms at 3 in the morning, but i did revamp my profile. not sure it will do any good, but an item checked off my list. now i am sitting here with number three; don't have anymore kids. this is a weird thing to have on my checklist. hmmm...
i am going to start with this, in the world of online dating i am shocked and amazed at the amount of men my age who haven't been married and don't have kids but want them. there is a part of me that says, "kuddos to you bro you didn't settle." the other part says, "what's wrong with him? is he hard to please?" i don't know their life stories, the why's, what's, when's or how comes? so i really shouldn't be so quick to judge, but i do wonder and if i have the opportunity i ask. the down side to the man who is in his mid 30's and still is looking to have kids...he isn't going to find that with me.
this is a subject i have put a lot of thought in to. i have some good reasons, at least i think they are good reasons. i will say it is a nice idea, to create a life born out of new undying love is a beautiful thing. bring on the rain storm. you might need your umbrellas.
i always knew that i wanted to have kids, but nobody goes into marriage thinking, "10 years from now we will be divorced, so let's have kids together". sharing custody, child support, divvying up holidays, attempting civility is all a bunch of bunk. why on earth would i risk having two men to do that with? just hand me a one way ticket to the loony bin now.
i don't ever want my kids, the ones that i have now, to feel upstaged by a new baby. not just any new baby, a new baby with my mr. right forever. subconsciously i think i would treat that new baby just a little bit differently. when i look at my kids now i see them, individual humans, i don't see their father or the life i used to have. would that change if i had a new baby with my new happy life? i'm sure there are those who can weigh in on this, but like always this is just my own thoughts.
or how about the simple fact that i am just getting old. i don't want to be one of those "old" parents. starting over with diapers, midnight feedings, strollers, loads of crap that you have to travel with...oh my goodness that sounds terrible. my kids are at an age that they don't need me as much and can be somewhat self sufficient if i stay out of the way. we can joke around and they get my humor. let's be honest, i am halfway through their youth before they are officially adults, why would i want to add another 20 years until they are out of my hair?
so there you go. i've checked off two things from my 3:00 am checklist and bathrooms aren't one of them. maybe i will get to those bathrooms in a little bit.
Friday, January 20, 2012
just taste it...
my belly is round with pleasure. i am rocking that "3 months pregnant" look. you know that look right? your abdomen is poochy, distended, still squishy. it's hard to tell if you have eaten too much, are carrying some extra water because you are coming up on your favorite monthly visitor, or you are indeed nearing the end of that first and usually awful trimester. well i am not pregnant just happily full. whoever invented elastic is genius. i would be in a world of hurt right now if i was in say a pair of jeans or a girdle.
i have become a pinterest addict. i love the food section. i am constantly pinning recipes that i want to make. some i will probably never ever make, but tonight i made one that i have been wanting and waiting to make. i think that we all foods that we consider our comfort foods. for some it is homemade mac-n-cheese, definitely one of my favorites. for others it might be mashed potatoes with gravy. puke! i don't like potatoes and for me burying the potatoes in gravy does not make them taste better.
one of my comfort foods is lasagna. cheese. sausage. noodles. cheese. sauce. i mean really what is not to love? eating lasagna is heavenly. preparing lasagna is a tedious chore, one that i don't do often. i dust more than i make lasagna. it takes just as long to prepare it as it does to cook it and you consume it faster than you can spell L-A-S-A-G-N-A. not to mention the mountains of dishes in your sink. complete pain in the rear. so when i stumbled on lasagna soup, yes you read that right lasagna soup, i was completely intrigued; no layering, no grating blocks of cheese, no boiling noodles then letting them cool so you don't burn you fingers, less dishes and virtually same taste? sweet! the soup met and exceeded my expectations.
i consider myself a pretty darn good cook, but i haven't always been. my early years of cooking had many flops and to no surprise i have a lasagna disaster worth telling. i don't remember exactly how long ago it was but i know that my ex was still in his apprenticeship and we had another apprentice staying with us, john. in an effort to be the perfect hostess and perfect wife i prepared a feast for my two hardworking men, too bad it was disgusting.
it took me all morning to prepare the lasagna so i could have it on the table when the boys came home. i remember while i was browning the sausage that it smelled funny, but i couldn't place my finger on why. it was most definitely ground sausage, it wasn't rotten, but it smelled funny. i decided to proceed and assembled the whole 9x13 pan, it looked fabulous.
the boys came home. the table was set. the house was filled with a wonderful aroma, not the same lasagna aroma, but still wonderful. it was like walking into grandma's house. i was so proud of myself. i had pulled it off. or so i thought. the boys sat down and i pulled this perfectly done lasagna out of the oven and set it in the middle of the table. i think we all kind of gasped at the perfection of it. i cut huge slices and placed it on their plates. they dug into it before i had a chance to say grace. inside i was smiling. my smile quickly faded. neither one of them took another bite and they both had this screwed up look on their faces.
"is there something wrong with it?" i asked. "just taste it." so i took my first bite and new instantly there was something really wrong. remember, the sausage had smelled funny but i couldn't figure out why? well, there was definitely something wrong with the sausage, it was maple sausage! oh my word. i have a whole pan of maple sausage flavored lasagna. john started laughing and said, "i can't decide if i want a side of eggs or more garlic bread." the boys laughed like hyenas and i turned the color of the tomato sauce.
this was a serious rookie mistake. i learned that maple flavored sausage comes in bulk instead of just links. i don't know why? i can't think of reason when you need bulk maple sausage, but someone must use it this way. i also learned that lasagna is not good with breakfast sausage, even in a pinch this is not a good substitute. unless you are pulling a prank on someone don't ever try it.
so there you have my very own lasagna disaster. i have never made that mistake again. my kids got a good giggle hearing this story for the first time, hope you did too.
i have become a pinterest addict. i love the food section. i am constantly pinning recipes that i want to make. some i will probably never ever make, but tonight i made one that i have been wanting and waiting to make. i think that we all foods that we consider our comfort foods. for some it is homemade mac-n-cheese, definitely one of my favorites. for others it might be mashed potatoes with gravy. puke! i don't like potatoes and for me burying the potatoes in gravy does not make them taste better.
one of my comfort foods is lasagna. cheese. sausage. noodles. cheese. sauce. i mean really what is not to love? eating lasagna is heavenly. preparing lasagna is a tedious chore, one that i don't do often. i dust more than i make lasagna. it takes just as long to prepare it as it does to cook it and you consume it faster than you can spell L-A-S-A-G-N-A. not to mention the mountains of dishes in your sink. complete pain in the rear. so when i stumbled on lasagna soup, yes you read that right lasagna soup, i was completely intrigued; no layering, no grating blocks of cheese, no boiling noodles then letting them cool so you don't burn you fingers, less dishes and virtually same taste? sweet! the soup met and exceeded my expectations.
i consider myself a pretty darn good cook, but i haven't always been. my early years of cooking had many flops and to no surprise i have a lasagna disaster worth telling. i don't remember exactly how long ago it was but i know that my ex was still in his apprenticeship and we had another apprentice staying with us, john. in an effort to be the perfect hostess and perfect wife i prepared a feast for my two hardworking men, too bad it was disgusting.
it took me all morning to prepare the lasagna so i could have it on the table when the boys came home. i remember while i was browning the sausage that it smelled funny, but i couldn't place my finger on why. it was most definitely ground sausage, it wasn't rotten, but it smelled funny. i decided to proceed and assembled the whole 9x13 pan, it looked fabulous.
the boys came home. the table was set. the house was filled with a wonderful aroma, not the same lasagna aroma, but still wonderful. it was like walking into grandma's house. i was so proud of myself. i had pulled it off. or so i thought. the boys sat down and i pulled this perfectly done lasagna out of the oven and set it in the middle of the table. i think we all kind of gasped at the perfection of it. i cut huge slices and placed it on their plates. they dug into it before i had a chance to say grace. inside i was smiling. my smile quickly faded. neither one of them took another bite and they both had this screwed up look on their faces.
"is there something wrong with it?" i asked. "just taste it." so i took my first bite and new instantly there was something really wrong. remember, the sausage had smelled funny but i couldn't figure out why? well, there was definitely something wrong with the sausage, it was maple sausage! oh my word. i have a whole pan of maple sausage flavored lasagna. john started laughing and said, "i can't decide if i want a side of eggs or more garlic bread." the boys laughed like hyenas and i turned the color of the tomato sauce.
this was a serious rookie mistake. i learned that maple flavored sausage comes in bulk instead of just links. i don't know why? i can't think of reason when you need bulk maple sausage, but someone must use it this way. i also learned that lasagna is not good with breakfast sausage, even in a pinch this is not a good substitute. unless you are pulling a prank on someone don't ever try it.
so there you have my very own lasagna disaster. i have never made that mistake again. my kids got a good giggle hearing this story for the first time, hope you did too.
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