Thursday, November 8, 2012

Craft Diarrhea

Believe it or not, we have been doing school the past couple of weeks.  We are neck deep in WWII and it's so depressing.  Hitler, Mussolini, Tojo.... tyranny, communism, racial cleansing.  Ugh.  This does not make for uplifting reading.

Today, for instance, we read about the Japanese internment camps the federal government set up. If they were lucky, these Japanese Americans were given one week to sell their homes and businesses, pack/sell their belongings, make arrangements for their pets, prepare to leave everything for an undisclosed amount of time against their will. Some were only given a matter of hours.  And why were they selling their homes?  Fear, hatred and greed.  Just another sickening manipulation of the government in our history.

Because this was getting us all depressed reading about it we decided to do something fun.  What better way to celebrate Japanese Americans than origami???  There was a twelve-year old girl in Japan named Sadako who had leukemia from her radiation exposure from the bomb on Hiroshima.  She was told of a legend.  According to the legend, if a person would make a thousand paper cranes their wish would come true.  While she got sicker and sicker she made those paper cranes with the hope that she would get better.  There are two versions of the story... one that she did indeed make the thousand cranes and kept on folding till she died.  The second story she does not finish before her death and her schoolmates finish for her.  Either way, it's a beautiful story.

We started with four paper cranes.  With it not being nearly as hard as we had expected we came up with the idea of making our own little crane forest.  Yesterday didn't go nearly as we had planned or prayed for so we got to talking about maybe trying out the legend ourselves.  A thousand paper cranes can't be that many, right??

Here are a few of our flock.
I think we made 22 today.

Who knows what number we'll get up to,
but it will be fun to find out!

And we don't stop at origami around here!  Last week we studied about WWII military recruitment efforts and decided to make our own.  Of course, ours is made from a giant sugar cookie and frosting.

It was a true family effort.
Everyone had a job.  Look how
diligently Piper is separating
her licorice twists!

And I believe Lydia's lip has disappeared.

Piper managed to make her way
to a better vantage point.

It says
"Nurses Needed
Join Up!"

Any takers??  

We also make WWII fighter planes.  :)  It's a good idea to be able to spot their unique shapes and symbols in case of an imminent air raid, you know?  You can never be too sure.

We have representatives
from USA, Great Britain,
Germany and Japan there.

Yes, they are hanging from the
light above our dinner table.

Yes, we eat there.

Yes, the walls are generally always
that cluttered.  

Alex traced and colored this
Japanese fighter plane.  (I cut it out.)

He was Very Proud of this
and I told him I would put it on my blog.

There you go, son.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Lego from hell

I used to think there was no greater pain than childbirth.  I managed to squeak out three or four kids sans medication (I'm still trying to figure out why) so I can say that with great authority.  The contractions that feel like you're being ripped in two,,, yeah.  The RING OF FIRE.... oooooh, now that's some pain, let me tell you.

Yes, childbirth is some bad pain, BUT I found a pain that is greater.  At least with childbirth you have nine months to prepare yourself.  You have midwives and nurses and educated people around you that help you deal with pain.  You know the pain is coming and you know it's gonna be bad.

The pain I found tonight usurped all that I knew about pain.  Have you ever heard how deadly a rogue Lego can be?  They hide out in plain sight till your unsuspecting bare foot is around.  That is a terrible pain.  When bare foot meets Lego.  OUCH!  There is something worse, though.  YES, THERE IS!

Tonight I was trying to switch out some summer clothes for winter clothes in my son's less-than-clean room.  I was sitting on the floor in the three inches of floor space not accounted for by toys and clothes and junk.  As I was switching clothes from one pile to another I leaned forward on my knees to reach for something.  It was still a little too far away so I moved one knee a little to reach and that's when IT happened.  The pain that is worse than childbirth.  I kneeled on an itty-bitty Lego piece with my full weight.... on a hardwood floor, no less.

IT WAS UNBEARABLE!  I couldn't even scream.  It was one of those moments that rendered me speechless, which in my case does not happen very often.

And, believe it or not, I had something entirely different in mind to blog about tonight.  That's going to just have to wait.  My knee hurts.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Silent Movies Rock!

At one point today I announced that the Mounce family would NEVER participate in Halloween events ever again.  AND no one would be allowed to consume sugar again while still living in my house.  Can you tell it was a rather stressful post-Halloween school day around here?  The fall from an overdose of sugar is terrible.

It was a good Halloween, though, so I guess it was worth it.  No.  Wait.  It was not worth it.  Today was horrible, people.  Next year I need to limit the sugar better.

Medusa, Scarlett O'Hara,
the Mata Hari, Charlie Chaplin
and Queen Victoria.

All characters from our history studies
this year except for Jillian,
who had to be different.

Alexander was very unsure of his (read: my) costume choice this year.  We enjoyed watching the silent movies so much that the choice for him to be Charlie was so clear.  BUT... everyone he knows that dresses up were going as Captain America or Darth Vader or Spiderman.  You see where I'm going with this.  Last week I asked his karate class what they were going to be and they all dutifully chimed in with their costume till I got to Alex.  He wouldn't say it out loud and I started to feel bad for not letting him be a ninja or whatever.

Fast forward to last night.  As we started putting his outfit together and Jillian did his make-up he started to light up.  He practiced the signature Charlie Chaplin waddle and almost perfected it.  His smile would light up a room.  He was really getting into it.

Once we got out into public he realized he was getting a lot of attention from adults!  People kept coming up to him and telling him how great he looked.  Wow.  That was a great set of moments for him.  At the end of the night he told me he was happy he was Charlie "instead of something cool".  I didn't quite know how to interpret that, but I think it was good.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Car seat panties

As I was finishing my postlude at the conclusion of the church service Saturday, I was approached by two people.  I instantly recognized the man and ran and hugged him.  It was a genuine reunion!  Unfortunately, I couldn't for the life of me figure out who he was. As I was hugging him and doing the chit-chat that is demanded of reunions like this, I was trolling my brain for the answer!!! WHAT'S HIS NAME??? WHO IS THIS GUY!???

My brain spit out an answer.... "He's your tenth grade English teacher, Jennifer!!"  Aaaaaaahhhh.  Yes.  That's who it is.  I could calm down now.  As I continued to talk to him, it was becoming increasingly clear this was not my tenth grade English teacher.  When the conversation lead to where I asked him if he remembered someone in particular he looked at me really funny.

Then I knew.  And then... I felt a mighty fool.  I had just asked this man if he remembered his own daughter!!!  This man that stood before me was the father of one of my best friends from high school.  I spent countless hours in his house, pool, car... you name it.  I knew I knew him.

I had two choices at this point.  1) Distract him from my last question.  (You know... the one about his daughter??)  or 2) admit my idiocy.  There was a major inner battle fought valiantly inside my brain.   Entire conversations were going on between the two lobes.

Thankfully I decided to admit my mistake.  It made for a good laugh because really... he was nearly the last person on earth I thought would walk up to me in church that day.  I say nearly the last person because the last person on earth that will walk up to me in church will be my tenth grade English teacher.


Piper asked Alexander yesterday if he was wearing his "car seat panties".  All of our ears perked up in eager anticipation of his answer.  We were wondering what car seat panties were exactly.  To my best recollection he doesn't wear panties or have any with car seats on them.

It was all solved when she went to his undies drawer and pulled out his boxers with the Cars characters all over them.

Answer:  He was not wearing his car seat panties yesterday.

He's wearing them today.  ;)

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Warrior coming through!

I took a vacation!  Well... sort of.  We took two weeks off of school this month for Fall Break.  It was really time for it, too.  We started back in July and this was our first real break so it was desperately needed.  And not only did I take a vacation from schoolwork, I pretty much took a vacation from everything else, including this blog!!!

Two weeks ago, the five kids and myself joined our church's youth group (called the Pathfinders) on a huge camping event being held in Florida.  Four nights in a tent... that's what that was.  FOUR!  Thank the Lord it wasn't cold.  Actually, it wasn't even that hot considering it was Florida.  We had such a good time.  It was an incredible blessing to all of us.  Piper had a blast... not sure she received a blessing or not.  ;)

Eight hours in the car can
be managed with the help from
Ice Age on the trusty iPod.

Next time I need to make sure
I bring ear buds that fit her ears.

Here she is modeling my contraption
to help keep them in her ears.

She did not appreciate this.

We got back relatively late on Sunday evening and it took until Thursday before I felt like a human being again.  I can't even really tell you what I did all week.  I don't even think the kids could tell you what they did.  No one got sick.  It was just exhaustion.  Long car trips, sleeping in tents, too many port-a-potties, lots of activities and running around, not enough down all adds up to pure, unadulterated exhaustion.

I became human again in time to realize my house really needed a mama.  Our last few days of "break" became a house cleaning mission that I never finished.  (Is it ever really finished??)  That, followed by lesson planning and a busy church weekend made Monday appear far too quickly.  Then POOF!  we're back to school work.

And now I'm up-to-my-eyeballs busy again.  But not so busy we couldn't sneak up to Stone Mountain to enjoy the beauty of God's foliage this time of year....

Just look at that beauty!!

(And the tree is pretty, too!)

There were trees like that everywhere up there and the kids were having a great time picking them up.  (Okay, maybe not Jillian.)  Camille found one that she thought looked like a campfire.  She brought it home and paired it up with some pastels and came up with this...

Turn your head because I don't know how
to get it straight.

I think she did a fabulous job.


It's now time to toot my own horn.  Are you ready???  Tonight at karate I was awarded the Bushido Award for my incredible karate skilz.  Okay... not my mad skilz, but for being tenacious, I guess.  I drag my kids there four, sometimes five times a week.  We practice.  We're dedicated. This was their way of affirming that, I suppose.  I will admit it felt good.

And... "Bushido" means "Way of the WARRIOR"!!!!  The world better watch out now, eh?

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Stone Mtn, NC

It's Sunday night and the weekend is almost over.  It's been a Wonderful weekend full of friends and fun and good times.

After church yesterday, us and two other families made the trek up the summit of Stone Mountain here near our house.  (Not the Stone Mtn in Georgia... the lesser known, equally beautiful mountain in Wilkes County, NC!)  It's been a while since we made the almost five mile loop over the summit and I was worried about making it over now that I'm officially old.

Not only did we all make it up and over, but WOW is the view ever worth the climb.  Jillian captured these two shots with her nifty iPod.  (I swear that little device takes the best pictures.)

Unbelievable, right???  It's not all the iPod.  Jillian takes incredible pictures.  We all know that I do not.  It's gotten so bad that I don't even bother taking my camera with me anymore.  I know Jillian will have her iPod because it must be surgically attached to her hand because it's always there.  And we're usually with friends who bring their cameras and then share the pics with us!  It's a win-win for all of us.  HA!

Speaking of friends sharing their pictures with us.... here are some of them!

This picture shows you six of
the seventeen million
steps you have to go up to get
to the summit.

I kid you not.

Brian was in rare form all
day channeling his inner
Bear Grylls all day.

He found pokeberries and
smeared them on his cheeks.
Every person we passed did a double
take on him.

It was embarrassing.....
and hilarious!  

Ahhhhh... nothing like the bond
between siblings, eh?

Alex's face says it all.  

I managed to get the worst injury of the day.
While walking down the summit I slipped
on loose rocks and twisted my ankle.

Someone else had a much worse injury at the falls
and we found this ambulance at the bottom.

Not wanting to let a photo op get by,
I'm letting all see how badly my foot was here.

(And just so you know... I'm 99% sure this
was MY ambulance that fateful day in 2010.
Instead of succumbing to a panic attack
at the sight of it, I was able to let it go
and goof off instead.  It took a moment though
and I don't think my heart
beat the whole five minutes we were near it.
BUT....I'd say I've come
a long way.)

I honestly want to put every single
picture here for all to see.  It's
hard to pick three or four, but
this picture sums up the day perfectly.

Thumbs up!


After the hike was over, the girls went home with our good friends to celebrate a birthday.  Not wanting to let me win The Biggest Injury/Illness of the day, Jillian proceeded to get projectile vomit all over my very dear friends bathroom at 2 am.  Isn't she sweet?  She just loves them so much!

And so do I.  I have been blessed with some incredible friends in my life, but this family takes the cake.  I thank God for having put them in my life.  I love you guys!!!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Watch out!

It happened.  Despite my greatest effort to prevent it, I still turned 40.  Since it happened I seem to be having a harder time hearing, my knee is creaking and I can't remember what I was doing yesterday.  It's all downhill from here.

BUT>>> as long as I continue not to act forty, I should still be able to fool myself a little longer.  Case in point:  I received sparring gear from my parents for a birthday gift.  I actually asked for this, you see.  Sparring gear is probably not on the wishlist of most forty-somethings.  It is integral when sparring is on the list of things-to-do at karate.  If you don't own your own you are urged to borrow some of the dojo's gear.  Can we say "EWWWWWWW!!!"  I've done it now enough times to know I don't want to do it anymore.

If you don't know what sparring gear is it is padded equipment you wear on your head, hands, chest and feet.  "Sparring" is actual fighting where contact is required.  We get to use our karate skills and practice actually hitting partners.  Fighting like this means you are really working out.  Really working out like this means you are sweating.  Sweating in plastic padded equipment means you are REALLY sweating.  Do you see why I said "EWWWWWW" ?  Yeah... yuck.

At first, I hated sparring.  I mean HATED.  The whole idea of hitting children, mine or others, was just an awful thought.  The other idea of being hit was not so captivating, either.  There are some other adults in class, but I didn't like the idea of sparring them, either.  I'm not a hitter.  I'm a lover!!

I've since gotten over this.  :)  I really, really like this part of karate now.  And, after getting some private lessons from a friend, I'm getting better.  And now I have my very own gear!!!  No more EWWWWW factor for me.  I can sanitize and sterilize to my hearts content.  Although, I will be sharing with Jillian, but I think I can handle some of her sweat.  She likes to sanitize, too.

Maybe someday I'll be able to get all the girls their own gear.  It's expensive.  One of the sucky things about having a big family I guess.  A helmet here, foot guards there.  We'll get it all at some point.


Just in case you think I'm making this up....

Somebody found my gear and took it to herself to defend the household.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

No.... it's not gonna rain.

It totally rained on my parade today.  We had a 30% chance of a.m. showers and a projected high of 71.  It rained ALL day and when we finally left The Plan the "high" had reached 61.  I think my dog could have done a better job at weather forecasting today.

I had grand hopes for today.  Graaaaaand hopes.  The day was to start visiting a new church closer to home in Pilot Mountain (Mt. Pilot for you Andy Griffith lovers out there.)  Then a delightful picnic lunch up on the mountain with friends and family followed by a lovely hike through God's handiwork admiring the beautiful views from the summit.

Um... yeah.  Ok.

It was raining when we woke up.  It was raining as we got ready.  It rained all the way there.  It rained all through church.  It was sprinkling while we drove up the mountain for our picnic lunch.  Amazingly enough it stopped long enough for us to find the picnic shelter and the four thousand mile walk from the parking lot.

We ate our delicious lunch.  And apparently this was my pre-40th birthday party.  My wonderfully silly friends brought a pinata for me.  They also made little individual pinatas for each kid so they would get a chance.  It was fun!  There was cake, too!!  COCONUT!  My favorite.

We played there in the shelter and as we did, the top of the mountain- including our picnic shelter- was consumed by a cloud.  It was really thick and we thought we better start hiking so we could warm up a little. It did not rain the entire time we were safe under the shelter.  We walked the four thousand miles back to the parking lot, loaded our stuff back in, bid adieu to my parents who were not interested in hiking and then set off for a wonderful Sabbath afternoon hike.

It was this exact moment that it started raining again.  I kid you not.  It was a light rain, but rain nonetheless.  I pushed the whole group on.  This was The Plan.  We were all going to enjoy a pretty hike.  Period.  Enjoy it!

We stopped at all the scenic overlooks and admired the cloud cover that gave us a good four or five foot view in front of our faces.

This is what we wanted to see....

This is what we saw...

Actually... we couldn't even see it that well.  All we saw was rain.  And the farther we went, the harder it rained.  It took me a while to admit that The Plan was foiled, but I finally did.  We headed back and the sky OPENED UP.  Torrential downpour and instantly there were the eleven of us... soaked to the bone.

There is a great chance that there will be eleven people coming down with pneumonia and it will be all my fault.  But, you know what??  THIS was a day that we will never forget.  We laughed.  Some of us cried.  But it was so much fun... playing in the rain.

Once we got home, we put warm jammies on and set to playing a wild Bible trivia game.  Then everyone gave me the honors of picking some television viewing pleasure for my birthday.  I picked my absolute favorite tv show ever.... America's Funniest Home Videos.  Lucky for us, Netflix streams this so we were able to watch several shows, much to my family's delight, I assure you.

Tomorrow promises a breakfast as grand as anything a queen should want.  We'll see about that.  I've also been promised a morning to sleep in.  I'm going to try my hardest, but there's something about growing older.... it gets harder to sleep in.

Aaaaaaahhhhhh.... 40.  Here I come.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

TWO??? I'm not a pig.

Mussolini, Hitler, Stalin.... we're rolling with some pretty big hitters this week in history.  In fact, we're coming up close and personal with communism.  We spent more than half the morning having a pretty deep conversation on exactly what communism is and what it represents.  I learned something... not sure if the girls did or not.  (I'm positive Alex wasn't paying attention, but then, when faced with toy cars or a history lecture on communism you can't really blame him, can you?)

Now I'm not going to go political on this blog, but there are a LOT of similarities with the world in the 1930's and the world now.  If you don't learn and study history, you are doomed to repeat it.  (Someone famous said that I just can't tell you who, although I'm certain it wasn't Michael Jackson.)  We read our source texts and history books and had a great discussion on the whole thing.  My favorite snippet was one article that stated the wildly famous pilot Charles Lindbergh (first aviator to cross the Atlantic) went to Germany and heard Hitler speak.  He came back to the United States and spoke about how eloquent Hitler was and what great ideas he had.  People listened to him because he was famous.  A LOT like what happens today when some famous soap opera actor speaks about his/her favorite presidential candidate.  People listen. 

Lydia asked if famous people are smarter than regular people and maybe that's why people listen to them.  After the shock of that question wore off I answered her rather calmly.  Um... no, dear.  There are a lot of decidedly not smart people who are famous.  Educate yourself and never rely on someone else's opinion.  Educate, Educate, Educate. 


My quest to herald the coming of my big birthday with a bang culminated today in my eating two chocolate bars.  Not at once, of course.... I'm not a pig.  Two different times, but two nonetheless.  Today was a rather loud day in the Mounce house and I found myself taking refuge in my bathroom for a second of peace.  (This happens rather often.  When I'm in need of a modicum of silence, I lock myself in the bathroom under the pretense that "I have to go!"  They'll leave me alone for a second that way.)  I remembered I had stashed some chocolate in the closet in there.  I searched it out and devoured one entire bar before the first fingers were being shoved under the door.  I managed to chew, swallow and hide the evidence before I was overtaken by children.  Now THAT was a successful mission. 

The second bar was consumed a short time ago.  And yes, I feel rather guilty eating two bars in one day.  Who does this??  No wonder I've felt so crappy today. 

Back to bran muffins tomorrow. 


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Ichiban Alex!

I have something Monumental looming in my very near future.  Something I have been trying to deny for quite some time now.

My birthday.


Not just any birthday, mind you.  This is number forty.  FORTY!  If I'm lucky this is Middle Age.  FORTY!!!  I'm blessed beyond measure to have made it this far and I'm very thankful.  But.... really?  Forty?  4-0.  I should be happy that I don't feel forty at all and most would agree I certainly don't act forty.  Those are good things, right??  I'm still healthy enough to wrestle with my kids and race them up a hill every once in a while.  At this advanced age...... how will I ever go on????  Do I need to start acting my age now that I've reached such a respectable lifespan?



I think I will just live in denial for a while.  And until the second I officially switch to a new decade, I'm still 39.


My son has been doing so incredibly well with his schoolwork.  The last two days have been pure bliss.  He's attentive and learning.  Remembering and applying.  It's been remarkable.  Of course, this could change with the wind, as it nearly often does with all the kids, but I promised him I would give him a great shout-out here on my blog.  He's the one who asks every day if I "blogged last night" and I've been telling him more No than Yes.

But this time, I promised.  And here it is.

My son Alexander Mounce is amazing and wonderful and a true gift from God.  I love him with all my heart!  

(I did it big so he would be sure to see it!  Thank you for letting a Mom brag. )

And look what I found on my iPad.....  LOL!

I'm pretty sure
she was taking these herself.

Little stinker.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Try the cookie.

I have been busy.  Really super busy.  Stupidly busy.  When I am away from my house more than I am in it I get grouchy.  I like things to be calm and fairly predictable.  I also consider myself a homebody.  That probably shocks some of you, but it's true.  I absolutely loathe being in the car and unfortunately, living this far out in the country requires quite a bit of car time if you need or want to do anything.  Being busy and away from home also means I've spent way more time in a vehicle than I'm comfortable with.

Besides doctor appointments, karate and church, I also spent a great chunk of time at the library last week preparing our used book sale.  Books upon books upon books were unloaded and categorized by my mostly willing volunteers.  (I say "mostly" because there were some very unwilling homeschooled girls that were helping.... ahem. They came around and were good little daughters in the end.)  Co-chairing this used book sale is a huge source of stress in my life BUT when the books start coming out of their boxes and I find some of our history core books there in MINT condition....well... it makes it all worth it.  I found a $60 history book and got it for a buck!  SEVEN literature books that the girls will need for their high school literature... fifty cents a piece.  Talk about a gold mine!  It was book heaven.

This is just a portion of the books.

Jillian took this shot and I
was impressed with the angle.

Besides the work for the sale, we managed to sneak in a field trip.  We visited Mrs. Hanes Moravian Cookies.  A delightful bakery not too far from here where they handmake thousands of Moravian cookies every day.  The smell in that place was almost too much for this hungry mom to handle.  Thankfully, they gave us samples of all of their cookies.  Lemon, sugar, chocolate, butterscotch, black walnut and gingercrisp.  Yummy!  If you've never had a Moravian cookie before, you're missing out.  They are traditionally very thin and crispy.  I had never even heard of them until I moved to this part of the world and then I thought they were only made and sold at Christmas.  But NO!  All year long you can buy these handmade bad boys.  Well worth the money, too.  Soooooooo good.

Jillian took lots of pictures of us at the bakery and has yet to email me them.  For shame.  >:)  Otherwise, I would show you the pretty cookies.  Here's a picture I had to pirate off the world wide web.  (Jillian, you should be feeling quite guilty by now.)

These, I presume, are the
gingercrisps.  If you like
a ginger cookie then you
HAVE to try these.

And no.. I get no compensation
for this endorsement.  :)

Saturday, September 15, 2012

I know how to roast jalapenos now.

I literally have stared at this blank screen for a half hour hoping, wishing, that something would pop into my head and transfer through my fingers.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  So, I go to Facebook and confess my inability to be creative tonight (yes... for the fifth day in a row) and suddenly get reminded of my utter Awesomeness last night.

We're talking Amazing Awesomeness here.

Thursday, while wasting time away on Pinterest that would have been better spent on... well... pretty much anything, I found a recipe.  Jalapeno Popper Grilled Cheese sandwiches.  I don't usually do much with recipes I find anywhere beyond "OOoooooh! Now that looks yummy!"  Rarely do I ever find something worthy of my pathetic domestic skills in the kitchen... meaning:  Easy.  But this one, this one looked delicious AND easy.

I was So Excited about it that I posted a link to it on my Facebook page.  Again, something I hardly ever do.  I mean, I can't remember the last time I posted a recipe!  I'm sure there was more than one friend laughing when they saw it assuming it must have been a joke.  My husband, included.  But it was not a joke. I was completely serious.

A friend saw it (probably not one of the laughing ones) and offered up some of her garden's finest to my worthy cause.  How could I pass this up???  So, Friday morning dawns and I'm still thinking of these sandwiches.  My non-laughing friend drops my peppers off at the library.  I picked them up with my books (how's that for convenient?)  Then we headed off to the grocery store to pick up the rest of the ingredients.  This was sadly, the main focus of my day.  That's probably pretty pathetic sounding.

This is where my Amazing Awesomeness comes into play.  Dinnertime approaches and I start roasting my jalapenos...(something else I've never done before in my life!)  With the help of my trusty kitchen assistant, Lydia, we start slapping these bad boys together.  Everyone was somewhat dubious at my ability and of course these were not my usual processed cheese on wheat grilled cheese sandwiches.  They "looked funny" according to Alex.

BUT THEY WERE HEAVENLY!!!!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!  Warm cream cheese?  Why yes, please!  Spicy jalapenos??  Pile them on!  Crunchy sourdough bread??  Come to mama!

They were not only heavenly, they were EASY.  Easy enough to make for dinner again tonight to my family's pure glee.  We didn't have the jalapenos tonight so I cracked open a can of diced green chilies.  Those worked too, but not quite as spicy.

Do something nice for your family.... Make these.

Jalapeno Popper Grilled Cheese

Mine looked almost identical to this
except I don't have such nice
dinnerware or napkins.

We have plastic plates and paper towels.

I'm High Class!