Kiss Kiss Bangs Bangs

Before I had kids, I tried to be in 100% control of every situation. After I had my bits? I realized that just wasn’t going to be possible anymore. Kids have a way of letting you know that even the best laid plans can be splatter painted upon like some sort of red bull addled 2 year old Jackson Pollack.

Disclaimer: I don’t suggest you leave a sugar-free red bull out on the counter by accident and then losing sight of it. This will lead to you searching for a Priest, some holy water, perhaps an electro-shock therapist, and Ben Stein’s lulling voice as you try to calm your 3 year old son. It’s even more awesome if it happens when you’re say, 37 weeks pregnant.—or not. You do, however, have permission to kill your GBF for losing place of his bevvie.

My son and I are already the person equivalent of the energizer bunny, we don’t need no stinking red bull. Our wings are natural.

Anywhooooo, my type A personality took a further step into the oblivion when I had a baby girl. She and I have differing opinions on what constitutes “cute”. In general, she’s on the far end of the preppy spectrum. I think she actually felt in her soul when Lily Pulitzer’s earth bound essence departed. (Or she was hungry) If she’s not looking for her Ralph Lauren polo dress, she goes into crazy territory. Little does she understand, crazy is right in my wheelhouse. No one does crazy like me. One thing I CANNOT stand, though? She holds firm on. Her bangs.

She has NO interest in letting me, or anyone else trim the wild fall of hair above her brows, and it’s driving me up shit’s creek. Did I adore the ensemble she put together to wear this morning? Yes. Could anyone see her eyes? NO!

I think I’m going to have to let her grow them out. Hold me while I go nuts. I guess this sort of final giving in is just the gateway drug to a new “screw it all, who gives a damn” mindset.

The next time you see me, I’ll be the one wearing the underpants on my head.

peanut stoopShe was mad I wanted to take a picture instead of holding her hand and running down the sidewalk. Tutu, tee shirt, hoodie from her favorite aunt, sparkly TOMS. She loves the crazy.

So do I. That’s why today’s recipe is one of those “crazy but good” recipes.

Pasta Salad with Pesto and Goat Cheese Dressing

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Pasta Salad with Pesto Goat Cheese Dressing (dressing recipe)

by Cat Bowen

Keywords: appetizer salad side soup/stew cheese pasta red bell pepper


    for the dressing

    • 2 oz herbed goat cheese
    • 1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
    • 1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
    • 1/4 cup pesto
    • salt and pepper

    for the pasta salad

    • box of pasta cooked to al dente
    • whatever else you like, I like
    • cucumbers
    • red pepper
    • tomatoes
    • red onion
    • sundried tomatoes
    • olives
    • cubed humboldt fog
    • carrots


    it’s easiest to blend the dressing ingredients.

    pour over cooled pasta salad ingredients

    this dressing is also boss as heck on a salad or as a spread for a sandwich or hero. my son likes it as dip for carrots and cukes

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    6 thoughts on “Kiss Kiss Bangs Bangs

    1. good lord, she's adorable. Every time I see her picture, I rethink the upcoming womb-closing ceremony. Good thing I'll have that done before she ever has a chance to infect me with her adorable girl-childness in person. I'm pretty sure that if my son ever accidentally consumed caffeine, we, too, would need an old priest and a young priest. And some ropes. And a place for me to hide until he stops bouncing off the ceiling. In his present state, he only bounces off the walls (and floor).

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