Fiesta Ravioli

I don’t cook often ever. I would like to, though. It’s just…ugh…by the time I get home from work it’s soooo late. So I’ve tried a few recipes lately that are quick and easy but oh so yummy! I have had quite a few requests for this recipe, so here it is!


1 (25 oz) bag of frozen ravioli

1 (10 oz) can of enchilada sauce {My Mexican and Puerto Rican friends at work didn’t know there was such a thing. If you are another person who has been previously¬†unaware of it’s existence, it can be found in the Hispanic food section at any grocery store. It’s yummy and you’re welcome for introducing you to it.}

8oz salsa

2 cups shredded cheese {it calls for Monterrey Jack, but I used a Mexican blend}

1 can sliced ripe olives, drained {I omitted this because: Ew olives. Yuck.}



Cook ravioli according to package directions. Meanwhile, in a large skillet, combine enchilada sauce and salsa. Cook and stir over medium heat until heated¬†through. Drain ravioli, add to sauce, and gently toss to coat. Top with cheese and olives {or don’t, because ew}. Cover and cook for 3-4 minutes or until cheese is melted.


Voila. It was good, too. A little spicy for me, but I’m a pansy when it comes to such things. You can control that by getting more or less hot enchilada sauce and salsa.



Golf Lessons

My husband {Cody} loves to golf. He’s actually pretty good at it…I think. I’ve never actually SEEN him golf. He says he’s good at it. I’ll take his word for it. So, he golfs. His manager at work gave him this uber cute little pink golf set for toddlers. When I got home from my photoshoot yesterday he was outside giving her her first golf lesson. It was about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!


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On a happier note….

I decided to go through pictures of McKenna’s life. My plan: To make a slideshow set to sappy music so when I’m sad or happy….I can watch it and cry. As I was going through them, I felt something. Thankfulness. I am so happy to have her. She really is the light of my world, keeping me from total darkness. I am also thankful for the man who helps me raise her. He, too, can be credited for keeping the darkness at bay.

Something else I am thankful for that’s a little less sappy: having a DSLR. I’m pretty sure this girl is better documented than the Kardashian’s. I LOVE looking at all of these old and newer pictures and seeing how she’s grown and I love having these quality shots. {Well, the more recent ones are better quality but that’s because I know what I’m doing now. Then? Not so much.}

I am in more of these pictures than I thought, but I plan on trying to be in more. Also, I found that I spend too much time getting her dressed and all done up for pictures and not enough time taking picture of her being HER. I spend too much time cleaning up messes and not enough time helping make them. I don’t think I’m a bad mom, but I could be better. I’m TRYING to be better. This may be the only shot I have at this motherhood thing and I want to do it right.

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Prayer: A Pointless Endeavor

Hey! Cynical me, here. I know anyone who reads this will likely disagree and that’s ok. My opinion won’t be a popular one, but I’m not in a caring mood today.

Prayer is pointless. There. I said it. And I really think it’s true with every fiber of my being. You’re not going to change God’s mind. You’re not going to change the future. I appreciate when people tell me they’re praying for me{us}. I really do. It’s because THEY think it does good and that’s really all they can do for us. That’s their way of helping and I love that people care enough to do it. And I love them for it. Do I think their prayer will actually be effective? Absolutely not. Prayer doesn’t solve problems. Prayer doesn’t cure infertility. Neither does church. Or reading a book. Or wearing/not wearing certain things. Or drinking/not drinking certain things. Or believing/not believing certain things. Things are the way the are and people who will murder their unborn children will continue to get pregnant while people who would make {and do make} amazing parents will never get pregnant. God doesn’t and won’t intervene.

So what’s the point of it? He doesn’t care enough to listen. Why should I even try?

I Made a Dress

So Cody bought me a sewing machine a while back. Maybe, like, a year ago? I have made all of one blanket with it. I just have never made the time. I decided to FINALLY put that sucker to good use and made a pillowcase dress for McKenna. I know, I know. Can’t get much easier than that, right? Well, I need easy. I’ve not taken any classes or watched any YouTube videos on the subject. I did follow an easy tutorial. It was a lot of fun!! The hardest part, I thought, was the armhole situation. I mean, come on. I’m so green that sewing a straight line is a challenge. You want me to sew a circle?? It did turn out great, though, I think. Can’t wait to do another one!! {She posed for me which gave me a chance to photograph the dress AND play some with my new Canon 35mm 1.4L lens! BONUS!}


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Well hello there…again…

Over the last couple of years, I have started a few blogs. Things were all over the place. It was cray cray. So I have combined them all here into one giant hodgepodge blog. The old family blog, the newish family blog, the prengancy and early McKenna blog. They are all here.

You’re welcome.