By Jenny White | Tuesday, October 15, 2013 - 10:33
I am all about finding some boots for this winter. I have had two pair, one in black , one in brown, that I wore almost every day last fall and winter. I've had them for a few years and both have virtually no sole left.
I like the look of the bootie boots, but wonder if they'd be as warm or as comfortable as a pair of riding style boots.
Are you investing in some boots for this winter? Tall or short ones? Where are you looking? Found any winners?
By Jenny White | Wednesday, October 9, 2013 - 15:52
I am not really a leather pants person, but I've been thinking about these leather jean skinnnies since last season. I mean if you're going to wear skin-tight pants (that's what leggings are) – why not add in some leather to the mix? Very rock-n-roll. Reminds me of Jon Bon Jovi, remember him?
I saw a commercial for a Bon Jovi concert at the PNC arena, coming up this fall. Made me think of Julia, a blue Impala, Pizza Hut and "Living on a Prayer."
The Scene: Sunday, walking into church, after a drama-filled, whine-laden, 10 minute trip from home to the church parking lot.
The Characters: Me - stressed, not feeling church-like; my 14-year-old, pouting, after just telling me his 4-year-old sister gets EVERYTHING her way and he wishes he had her life of being spoiled rotten; Emmy - Four and spoiled rotten.
Tate: OK, I take it back. I would not want Emmy's life. She's got a major problem.
Me: Yeah, what's that?
Tate: Emmy - what's today?
Emmy: (Thinking, then excited) THURSDAY!
Tate: OK. And what time is it?
Emmy: (thinking, skipping in circles) 13 43 O'CLOCK!
Me: (Looking puzzled)
Tate: (Raising his eyebrows) Mom, she's a complete idiot.
Me: (Laughing, wrapping him in a hug) I'm so glad I have you. She drives me crazy sometimes too.
By Jenny White | Thursday, January 17, 2013 - 15:51
I usually make my mom's recipe for snack mix (known as Chex mix to some) once a year at Christmas time.
But, it's so good, so why only have it once a year? This is a good after-school or weekend snack to have around. Or a snow-day necessity (hopeful, maybe?).
This is a tad different from my mom's recipe, but the crux of the seasoning "sauce" you make is the same. Feel free to tinker with it to your liking.
Also, just go ahead and get out your biggest pot to stir it all in. I always start out with the next size smaller and end up pouring it out of that pot and into my big stock pot to get it all in and mixed. And then I have an extra dish to wash, so I'm trying to save you the trouble.
Party/Chex Mix Recipe
3 cups of each: Rice Chex, Wheat Chex, Cheerios, Kix (they are balls)
1 cup of peanuts or mixed nuts
2 cups of pretzels
1.5 sticks of margarine, melted
3 tbsp of Worcestershire sauce
1 tsp of garlic powder
1 tsp of Lawry's seasoned salt
.5 tsp of onion powder
Preheat oven to 250 degrees
Pour cereals, pretzels and nuts in to big stock pot.
Stir melted margarine, Worcestershire, garlic, Lawry's and onion powder in mixing bowl, then pour in pot on top of cereals. Stir it in well, coating cereals with the mixture.
Spread out onto cookie sheets so you can't see the bottom of the pan, but everything is single stacked, not on top of each other.
Place in oven and stir every 15 minutes for 1 hour.
I think it takes me three cookie sheets and two hours to get them all cooked.
By Jenny White | Tuesday, January 15, 2013 - 11:33
I really need to spruce up my weekend ensembles. My go-to foundation seems to be Yoga pants these days. I know from my trusted style pundits Stacey and Clinton of 'What Not to Wear' - that is very frowned upon.
It's never good when your three-year old asks you if you're wearing your pajamas.
On the way to the grocery store.
So if you see me in the aforementioned yoga pants this weekend at the HT, just imagine I'm wearing this:
I've got a 3-year old sweet girl that is eschewing the princess costume for Batman regalia. And a 13-year-old that wants to terrorize the neighborhood for fun on Halloween night, since I think he's too old for trick-or-treating.
Batman vs Snow White
Me: Don't you want to wear your Snow White costume. It's got a cape....
Emmy: No. Batman.
Me: But you can twirl..
Emmy: No. Batman.
Candy<Hanging out in trees terrorizing little trick-or-treaters
Me: Ummmm....I think you might be too old to trick-or-treat this year. I'll make sure Emmy shares with you, though.
Him: I know!!! (unexpectantly excited) Me and T are going to climb some trees near his house and scare all the little kids when they walk by!
Me: Ummmmm....I don't think so. That's a terrible idea! How would you like that if someone did that to your little sister when she's out trick-or-treating?
Him: Haaaaaa - she'd shoot them witih her Batman gun or something.
Luckily for me, our church is having a Trunk or Treat event (First Methodist on Church Street 5:30 to 7 p.m. - please come), so I think I'm safe on both fronts.
Her good friends at church, know my Emmy well and won't think too much about her Batman costume.
And there are no trees in the parking lot.
What are you doing for Halloween? What are your kids dressing up as?
By Jenny White | Wednesday, August 15, 2012 - 11:57
Scene of the discussion - THE BED
The last few weeks, it's been a real battle to get my youngest to sleep.
She's three and not only likes to make me suffer trying to get her to go to sleep - but then I have to deal with her when she's not had enough sleep.
Can you see how this would be a very frustrating cycle?
I don't know if it's the late summer sunsets or her personality, but she is becoming more and more adamant - she doesn't want to sleep.
It's a real pain. Because I need her to sleep so I can have some peace and do things like watch The Real Housewives and have phone conversations for more than 30 seconds at a time without an interruption.
Oh, and the need for toddlers to have 10 - 12 hours of sleep, blah, blah, blah – that's important too.
For several weekends in a row, I've given up on a nap on at least one day. I'm really torn because, if she skips a nap, at least she'll be more likely to go to bed at night.
But the hours of 5 to 8 p.m. are not pleasant with a 3-year old running on empty.
The good thing about her propensity to avoid sleep – her creativity is really thriving with excuses and harebrained ideas of why sleep is not necessary for her.
To get the full effect, imagine her saying these things completely earnestly, with a lisp, looking at you like you are an idiot and she can't believe she's having to explain this to you, AGAIN:
"I don't like sweep, mommy. I only like candy, books and ice cweam."
"I don't need to sweep, mommy, because it's summa vacation."
"I need some watar"
'I neeeeeeed ICE water."
"I don't want my hair to get tangles, so I need to stay up. You can't keep your hair good if you are waying down, Mommy."
"It's my turn to stay up."
"Thomas told me I could stay up" (probably true, but too bad)
"I have to read books to monkey/hunny-bunny/Marcie/Robin." (her lovies)
"Sompthin scared me."
At night, the good thing is that usually on about the second or third time she gets out of bed, she puts her blanket over her head as she wanders out of her room. It's a nice touch to break the tension.
I'm not sure if she knows this makes me laugh every time or if she really thinks I won't notice her wandering down the hallway if she has a blanket over her head.
Either way, it always makes me smile and usually I go in with her, one more time, to kiss, hug and tuck her in.
And then I tell her if she doesn't go the &^#@ to sleep, I am going to spank her little behind and she will NOT get any treats or desserts the next day.
Unfortunately, crying herself to sleep seems to be the solution these days.
By Patsy Pridgen | Wednesday, July 11, 2012 - 14:55
Any given 115 degree day this summer: "Grandma! Let's play in the attic!!"
“That's why young people have them.”
You've heard this expression before, no doubt, but the reason grandparents say these words over and over is because THEY ARE SO TRUE.
Grandchildren require high energy, and well, those of us now in our fifties and above just don't have the stamina that we had twenty and thirty years ago.
But grandchildren don't cut us any slack. At least, mine don't. They don't seem to understand that Grandma Patsy likes a nice quiet house. Time to sit down and just relax. A nap here and there.
Oh no, I love 'em, but these three sweet potatoes of mine want to be doing something every minute. Especially when they are at my house. After all, Grandma Patsy has different stuff from what they are used to playing with at home.
Like a sewing machine.
Why did I ever let these children know I can sew a simple seam? Often when they come for the afternoon, the first words out of those precious little mouths are, “Grandma, can we make something with fabric?”
And then before I can even answer, they are tearing up the steps to the upstairs linen closet where I keep my fabric scraps. By the time I get up there, they are tossing material and spools of thread all over the hall.
I know I might as well give up, find the sewing scissors, haul out the sewing machine, thread it, and then referee who's going first with the scissors. Last week, we made a pillow for Dad for Father's Day (girl item) and a race car (boy item).
Yes, who knew, but you can make a race car out of fabric. The four-year-old cut out what he thought looked like a race car, I cut out a matching back, we stitched it together, stuffed it, used red pipe cleaners for flames shooting out the back, and sewed on buttons for tires. Whew, I'm exhausted just thinking about that project.
Then there are the days when they want to go in the attic. Again, why did I ever let these children know I have a walk-in attic full of all the toys their mother and her sisters used to play with? It doesn't matter to them if it's 100 degrees up there (summer) or 10 degrees (winter).
Once I hear, “Grandma, can we go in the attic?” I know I might as well give in or be nagged for the next two hours. If I'm lucky, I can talk them into quickly picking out something to take back to play with in the air-conditioned or heated part of the house.
When the baby comes with the older two, then I really have to have my A game going. He's ten months old and crawling all over the place. And putting everything he gets his hands on into his mouth. The older two don't always seem to realize that Grandma Patsy has to first and foremost watch the baby. They want my attention too.
I once had three children myself. How did I do this?
I'll tell you how – I was younger.
And I wasn't putty in the hands of my own children. I would say no. A lot. I would send them in the yard to play by themselves.
But it's not a grandparent's job to say no. That's another platitude we grandpatents like to use. I can't say no to these precious children because as a mother looking back over the years, I know the time they are little is short and therefore needs to be special. The sewing machine and the attic will lose their magic soon enough.
We have gotten the latest issue of Charm out and it's beautiful, as are the women inside it!
I've known Crystal Barnes (She just got married – I don't know what her new name is!) a long time and she is one of the nicest, smartest and best-dressed women I've come across in Rocky Mount. Her style is modern but with common-sense, you know. She knows and wears the latest styles and trends, but makes them work for her, not the other way around. Check her story out here.
My favorite downtown development manager Vaness McCleary gets the Last Word in this issue of Charm. I love this question and answer feature and love to find cool, new people to feature each month. And HEY – Vanessa is going to be on our Superwoman Panel at Charm Night Out on June 26. Please come join us!
Also in the latest Carolina Charm, Spaine Stephens did a great job interviewing Sheryl Naylor and telling her story about motherhood, trials and tribulations and trying to make sense of it all, when it all seems bad.
As a mom, I can't imagine the worry and fear if one of my kids was seriously ill. I don't know how Sheryl does it.
Well, actually I do know how she does it.
She told us in the story that she has to take one day, sometimes one moment, at a time.
And she prays a lot.
I pray for her too.
This is my new favorite song and I'm dedicating it to Sheryl this weekend. It reminds me of what she might say to herself on an especially trying day....
This is the verse, I'm talking about........
So, must be someone up above, saying, "Come on girl! You got to get back up!"/You got to hold on
I love the midi dresses in stores for spring and summer. They usually are loose and comfortable and hit mid-calf (hence, the midi moniker). Pencil silhouettes are nice, but sometimes I get tired of sucking it in and a nice comfortable dress with a loose top half, self-waisted middle (add your own belt of you want) and perfect-for-flats-hemline hits the spot! I also like the midi-style with heels too - seems very 1980's to me.....I always think of Pam from Dallas wearing her puff sleeve, mid-dress with heels.
I have to be careful with pleats coming from my wasitline - ALWAYS BE CAREFUL WITH PLEATS ON YOUR WAIST. Some look good and some make you look pregnant. Just saying.....
Imagine the excitement when I told my kids we were having nachos for supper!
Though there was a little disappointment there wasn't a dipping cup of Velveeta cheese, like at the ECU football games, overall, my kids loved this secretly-good-for-you version of a junk-food favorite, called Spicy Chicken Nachos. I've adapted from a Pampered Chef recipe, called Jerk Chicken Nachos. It's here.
The chicken adds some protein and the chips, salsa, sour cream and cheese is pretty much just like Taco Night, just in a different format.
To really make it a really nutritious meal, I served with a big fruit salad - full of fresh pineapple, apples, strawberries, apples and oranges - and cucumber spears and carrot sticks. I'm lucky my kids eat these two veggies and they're staples for many of my dinner-in-a-dash meals.
Here's the recipe for the nachos:
Pre-heat oven to 425.
2 lbs of shredded, cooked, chicken, seasoned with some spicy, taco-like seasonings ( I cook in my Pampered Chef stone deep-covered baker, in the microwave for about 4 minutes. I season with PC SouthWestern seasoning rub)
six cups of tortillia chips, preferably a thicker, sturdy brand to stay crisp with toppings on them. (I get Mission brand)
2 cups of sharp cheddar cheese (I shred from a block, it tastes better - but feel free to buy a pre-shredded bag. The kids don't care either way)
1 cup of colby jack, pepper jack or other cheese you like, to mix in with cheddar
fresh or dried cilantro
1 cup of green and/or red bell pepper
A little extra spicy seasoning to sprinkle on top as wanted
Spread chips on stone bar pan, large pizza stone or cookie sheet. In large bowl, combine shredded chicken and finely choppped peppers. Drizzle fresh lime juice in bowl. Sprinkle fresh (about a tablespoon) or dried (about a teaspoon) cilantro into bowl mixture. Evenly spread chicken mixture over chips. Evenly spread cheese over chicken. Season as you want with more cilantro or seasoning. Serve with salsa/guacomole/sour cream on the side.
Bake in 425 degree oven until cheese is melted, about 10 minutes. If using cookie sheet, I'd put oven on 400 degrees, so bottom of chips don't burn.
Mom verdict: Could eat the whole pan, was hard to share with kids.
Kids' verdict: One kid likes it more spicy than other kid. If you use varying degrees of spice on each half of pan, try to remember which side is which. They don't like it when it gets mixed up. Especially the non-spicy eater one. Kids LOVE fruit salad for side instead of potatoes or beans.
There goes my girl (in her Buzz Light Year boy underwear)
By Jenny White | Monday, May 7, 2012 - 15:39
Girl-time: My friend Liz let Emmy dress up in all her Stella and Dot jewelry before a recent party we had.
My sweet Emmy can keep up with the big boys, so to speak.
Other than her best friend at daycare (who, thankfully, is the girliest, best-dressed girl EVER, so at least she has SOME good feminine influences....) she considers her best friends her brother and his best friend.
They're 12 and prone to air-soft wars, video games, eating out of the bag, drinking out of the carton and destroying property. And I frequently find them wearing the same clothes they wore the day before.
Consequently, she has acquired some survival skills that tend to be on the boyish side.
She likes pants with pockets, not dresses
She will only wear her pretty pink Mary Jane shoes on picture day or to church
Her favorite shirt is from a boy's department and features her all-time hero, Spiderman
She loves fart jokes
At night her favorite bedtime stories are Superhero books and one of her brother's old bug identification books
She insists on Toy Story and Spiderman underwear - which only come in boy styles (and, as she's informed me, don't give her wedgies)
Her brother and his friends have taught her to how to make a weapon out of anything, including paintbrushes, rubber bands and paper towel rolls
She thinks duct tape will fix anything
Recently, Emmy has experienced her first instance of sexism.
She told me, tearfully, that some of the boys in her preschool class told her she couldn't be Spiderman, because she was a girl.
"Can't I be a boy, mama?" she asked me.
"No," I said, "You can't be boy, but you CAN be Spiderman, if you want to. You just tell those boys to be QUIET or your going to shoot spider webs all over them, OK?"
"Ok," she said smiling.
But, alas, her true girly-girl colors came out when she next asked me, "Can we go to Target and buy me a Batman t-shirt so I can be Batman too?"