Well today seems to have been all about various "f" words. Fun, Facts, Flashbacks, Friday, and now Frazzled! Today has been one busy day. The morning went a little bit like this - wake up, have devotional time (only calm part of my day), eat breakfast, get dressed, get M dressed, feed M, pack up for the gym and extra snacks for afterwards. *deep breath*

Go to the gym for a power class, skip the abs & stretch sections to be able to leave on time to meet the Mom's Group for a walk at 10:30, get stuck at a light a crew is rewiring for an extra 10+ minutes. *another deep breath*

Arrive at the park 15 minutes late, spend an hour with some of my new mommy friends, M starts fussing because she is tired, feed her a snack and pack her up to head home for her nap. On the way home...remember I have to make a dessert and side for the cookout with my friends tomorrow night and I need to go ahead and make said dessert when I get home....breathe....breeeeaaaaattthhheee....

Hold up! We will now interrupt our Frazzled Friday programming for something Frickin' Fantastic. Oreo truffles!! Luckily, I decided not to return the ingredients for these little balls of goodness with the rest of the baby shower food, so I could have them on hand to make and bring to any of the potluck type activities our crew likes to do. After all, the shopping is the most difficult part of this recipe. Which allowed me to do our weekly grocery trip after making these, instead of before and have my list 6 items shorter. Every little bit counts, right?

Oreo truffles are a hit whenever I have made them, usually around the holidays when other truffles come out to play. Jessica from How Sweet It Is has posted about them before as well. And since no cooking is involved, mine could possibly be almost as magically delicious as I'm sure hers are. Let's get to this Fabulous recipe.

Ingredients

• 8oz softened cream cheese
• 1 package oreos (regular or golden - I did both versions for our party)
• 12oz melting chocolate of choice (I did white for the regular and dark for the golden)

With those ingredients you would have no clue that I am an avid supporter of eating healthy, wholesome foods as the majority of your diet and do so myself. But all things in moderation. And you could definitely opt for healthier balls (a la Averie) but I opted for the processed kind. Mainly because I was looking forward to them last weekend and missed not sinking my teeth into one. And don't fret - the side I'm bringing will be veggies and hummus. 🙂

Step by Step

1. Chop the oreos in a food processor. Or if you have pent up frustration, you can put them in a large ziploc bag and take a rolling pin, pot, or your fist to them. I'm in a good mood today so I opted for the machinery.
   

   waiting to grind

   

   all chopped up

2. Mix the softened cream cheese into the Oreo crumbs until well combined. Please do this step in a bowl. No one likes bloody Oreos from from hands and food processor blades co-mingling.
   

   cream cheese and crumbs

3. From the large Oreo ball, roll a bunch of little 1" balls and place in the fridge to taunt you until you are ready for the chocolate dipping. Or in my case, until your husband gets home and can be put to work dipping.
   

   the golden balls (TWSS)

4. Melt your chocolate with a double boiler (or in the microwave) to a smooth consistency good for dipping. Be careful to melt slowly. You don't want the chocolate to seize up and get all crumbly.
5. Let the balls and the chocolate roll around together and have a good time.
6. Set them on parchment paper and freeze once finished until the chocolate is set and firm.
7. Savor the goodness to help relieve the Frazzledness you earlier experienced.
   

   up close and personal

   

   take a bite out of crime - because avoiding these would be a crime

8. Futilely attempt to have only a few. Fortunately, I have to save some for tomorrow so it kept me in control. But tomorrow, no one can stop me from eating Five...or Fifteen.

Another sign of how frazzled I was today? I completely forgot to post links to these great ladies' blogs and their giveaways! Melissa from Crunches for Cupcakes, Holly from The Balanced Broad, and Sami from Freckled Foodie.

It's Friday!!! Which means time for a fun, lighthearted post. Fun in the way of facts and flashbacks. Let's start with the fun facts. Remember, only one is the truth that you have to pick. 🙂

1. I have a fear of heights.
2. I have a fear of needles.

And now I'm going to rewind....to a Flashback Friday type of post. 🙂 I always enjoy reading the flashback posts from other bloggers out there since I think we all have such interesting things to share. My first flashback is inspired by a very special event of this week, my friend's delivery of her baby girl. It totally  brought nostalgia of my own experience and I think it was perfect timing for this to be my flashback.

Well, it was a Monday morning and I had just reached 38 weeks. I was heading out to the doctor for my normal weekly check up looking a little something like this...

awkard photo of me at 38 weeks

At the office, they did all the normal heartbeat monitoring, pee pee samples, blood pressure checks, etc. Then all things halted when they measured my stomach. Which was reading small, again. They sent me to get an ultrasound to check her growth, again. I will admit that I was a bit exasperated and thinking this was going to be a waste of time. All throughout my pregnancy I had measured small, and not for lack of eating I can assure you. 😉 I had already been put through numerous ultrasounds (racking up the insurance bills) just to be told "oh she is measuring a bit smaller than average, but still well within normal range". I was fully expecting to get the same "diagnosis" this time with a couple hundred dollars tacked on to pay. How ultrasounds are so dang expensive when they last 2 minutes is beyond me. But I digress.

So, I went in to look at another picture like this...

ultrasound...my first one, but you get the idea

...and was shocked when the tech went quiet and dropped her smile. Um, hello?! Could you please tell me what's going on??? They had me clean up and go into the midwife's office to speak with her. The news? "You need to go into the hospital this afternoon to be induced first thing in the morning because your daughter is no longer growing and getting the nutrition she needs inside of you". Insert moment of panic *here*. They assured me she was alright, which is why they weren't doing things right that moment and to go home rest and get things ready before coming in that night. Rest? Are you KIDDING me?! All I have to say is thank goodness that previous Friday we finally finished all of the house remodeling we had been working on for 6+ months. Just finished as in our entire upstairs was gutted for months on end while my husband rebuilt it and we had the carpet installed (the final touch) just a few days before.

Well, we finally headed in to the hospital at around 4:00 that afternoon. They put something up in me to get me started. That sounds wrong on so many levels. Get me started with contractions you dirty people. 😉 Then I settled in with a few favorite things for what would be my last night of peace in a long time.

Friends DVDs

my first encounter with Twilight

Subway Dinner

I was woken up at about 5am the next morning to be induced. BAH! I don't think I have ever hurt like that. I was started on Pitocin (the drug used for induction) at around 6:30am, even though I had already started some mild contractions on my own. They wanted to speed things up. Which...they did! I was in agony. And they kept telling me it would most likely be awhile and could take all day. What?! There's no way. I was finally checked out again, expecting to be told I was a wuss and only dilated a few centimeters. The news? "Oh wow! Do you want an epidural now because if you want it we need to get it in  you. You're already at 7 (out of 10) cm!". Well, no wonder I was in so much pain. I had stretched out a ton in a limited amount of time. Enter epidural man (aka my hero), enter nurse to reduce the pitocin because I was going too fast and the midwife was busy, and enter a blissful hour nap.

It all went so fast there. I will spare you the gory details, but when the nurse came in at 11:15 we only had to wait 10 minutes for Makenzie to be welcomed to the world. The little 6lb 5oz booger shot out in no time and made that part extremely easy on me.

M looking all cute, me looking all exhausted

I am very thankful for my first birthing experience. It was relatively pain free and easy...which just has me knowing that the next one will not be so nice. And she has been the most easy and enjoyable little ray of sunshine since. 🙂

one of my favorite pics done by my good friend Mandy