Thursday, January 25, 2007
It's rather silly- I got caught in this trap of, "if I can't shop on Monday, what's the point?" instead of tweaking my routines to fit my life. I know some other people would figure this out without too much trouble but it takes me a bit longer!
And here's a cool thing Audra tipped me off about: when you use Allrecipes, you can create menus and SHOPPING LISTS and print them off!! You can even add your own custom items to the list.
This is my second week doing it, and it's been a good thing, Martha Stewart!
So (fanfare- "ya ta ta TAAAAA~!") <-(think "Elmo's World")-- THE MENU:
Thursday: Enchiladas Verdes with Spanish rice and refried beans
Baked Macaroni and Cheese
Saturday: Pizza with Italian sausage and mushrooms
Sunday: Leftovers (called "Tovers" by my family)
Monday: Slow-cooked Pork with a couple of indeterminate side dishes
Tuesday: Garlic chicken and rice
Wednesday: Whatever A. decides to make, it's his night :)
Thursday: Sweet and sour pork
This is the plan, anyway! Things often get moved around for the sake of convenience. At any rate, I highly recommend the "shopping list" feature at Allrecipes. I hope it remains a free service!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
This is my "make it yourself Christmas present" from Tammy!!!
I am proud of myself, yessss, preciousssss!
I MADE THESE! And I totally didn't understand what was going on when I got to the heel bit, nor about picking up stitches along the gusset, but I muddled along and with help from knittinghelp.com I DID IT!!!
They are the most lovely stripey things ever and I will never part with them!! lol
Then Audra got inspired and she made a pair of socks too-- we went to a yarn store in Tacoma and bought some lovely 100% Peruvian wool to make some socks (not scratchy!).
I'm now working on the first sock of my second pair ever. Using a pattern from Cider Moon called "Campfire Socks" because the yarn wanted to be made into a nice chunky sock.
S. has now put in her bid: "Mommy.... would you please make ME a pair of socks??" "OF COURRRRSSSE, Dahling!!"
D chimes in, "ME TOO!!"
My Dad has told me he's a size 11D.
So it will be one lovely sock knitfest around here for some time to come.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
While I was sitting in the Sunday sermon today, the Spirit of God was nudging me, saying...THIS IS YOU. THIS IS YOU.
Then right after the service we had the annual church polity meeting and my feeble brain did not move the information from short-term into long-term memory.
*BANGING HEAD* what a dolt I am! I should have had my notebook out.
Fortunately I happen to live with the man who preached the sermon, so I can go look at the notes and get prompted again. This frustrates me about myself. I am so mentally scattered
Upon returning home from church, I saw this in my inbox...sent to me by a born-again Christian--a plea to forward our support for the troops in Iraq, and embedded within the email was this:
Something good will happen to you tonight at 11:11 PM. This is not a joke. Someone will either call you or will talk to you online and say that they love you. Do not break this chain.
THIS, my friends, is SUPERSTITION, plain and simple. Would that they would please, please, PLEASE expunge all of this tripe from the emails they forward thoughtlessly! After all, one doesn't want to appear unsupportive of the American troops (and I do support and value their sacrifice on my behalf, personally knowing several who have served over there)--BUT PLEASE. I want no part of superstitious chain emails.
This seems to be an ongoing theme of mine... email tripe. *sigh* I know that people have put up with me for years, so I need to be more understanding until they reach my *cough* level of discernment.
(tongue firmly planted in cheek--however, my sentiments on email tripe remain unchanged!)
Okay, off to find the sermon notes. No doubt I need it.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Me: "What a great day to enjoy a cuppa and look at the snow!"
Kids: "Coffee?? YUCK!! I'm going outside!"
I just sat in the rocking chair last night at 10:30 p.m., lights out, living room blinds open, and watched the snow sift down like fine powdered sugar. I was thinking we'd only end up with an inch or so, but joy! About 4 inches!!
We had snow yesterday morning too, but it was only a dusting and disappeared by the afternoon.
It's not supposed to get above freezing until the weekend, so this will be with us for a while.
Glad I don't have a commute!!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
(thanks to Amy S. for the email!)
Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.
Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.
There is no fast food.
Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry and pay a list of "pretend" bills with not enough money.
In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week.
Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives and send cards out on time.
Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment. He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care (weekend, evening, on a holiday or right when they're about to leave for vacation). He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.
Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times.
The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.
There is only one TV between them, and a remote with dead batteries.
Each father will be required to know all of the words to every stupid song that comes on TV and the name of each and every character on cartoons.
The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, which they will apply to themselves either while driving or making three lunches.
Each man will have to make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and get a 4 year old to eat a serving of peas.
Each man must adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep his nails polished and eyebrows groomed. The men must try to get through each day without snot, spit-up or barf on their clothing.
During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties. They must try to explain what a tampon is for when the 6-yr old boy finds it in the purse.
They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.
Each will need to read a book and then pray with the children each night without falling asleep, and then feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair each morning by 7:00. They must leave the home with no food on their face or clothes.
They must clean up after their sick children at 2:00 a.m. and then spend the remainder of the day tending to that child and waiting on them hand and foot until they are better.
They must have a loving, age appropriate reply to, "You're not the boss of me".
A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's name.
Also the child's weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.
The kids vote them off the island based on performance.
The last man wins only if . . . he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.
If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years...eventually earning the right to be called Mother.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
We started watching the game late, because Perry Mason takes precedence in this household.
edit: Wow, what a finish!! Super heartburn! We were toast until the Dallas guy fumbled that field goal. I guess it ain't over till it's over!
Friday, January 05, 2007
By Lemony Snicket:
Anne of Green Gables
Anne of Avonlea
Anne of the Island
Anne of Windy Poplars
Anne of Ingleside
Rilla of Ingleside
Little House on the Prairie
On the Banks of Plum Creek
By the Shores of Silver Lake
The Long Winter
Little Town on the Prairie
These Happy Golden Years
The Red Trailer Mystery
The Mysterious Visitor
The Gatehouse Mystery
The Mystery on Cobbett's Island
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Yesterday we bid farewell to my parents at the Amtrak station and resumed our typical existence here in the soggy Pac NW. There are traces that a holiday did indeed occur here: Roboraptor on the kitchen floor, snarling and attacking bypassers; Sculpey clay on the dining room table; the Christmas cards taped to my kitchen cabinets; new pajamas and clothing in a basket, awaiting my attention.
It was a much-needed change of pace, and I am grateful that I took so much time off from the studio. Next week I'll be in the thick of it again with piano lessons, but for this week I'm cleaning the house, teaching my two kids, and practicing Beethoven's Sonata in E, Op. 14, No. 1, Allegro.
Along with changes of pace, once again I'm changing gears. I was so faithful at exercising, but then my kids' schedule changed, and I was not flexible enough to change with it, so exercising went out the window. After all, I reasoned, if I couldn't go from 8:30-9:30a for my favorite classes (Powerflex and Cycling), what was the point? I need to be home at that time to get the day moving along, or truly, everyone in the home will be in pajamas until noon. (Stereotypical homeschoolers).
So finally I sat down, put pencil (never pen! only pencils!) to my planbook, and deemed that 7-8:30a is MY TIME. Nobody wants me then, nobody needs me then, so I can go to Bally's then. Even though there isn't a class during that time, I'm reasonably clever enough to use the elliptical machine and the weights and get a decent workout. (Now if my mp3 player will only behave and start uploading files!)
So I went this morning and had a good time. Ran into many exercise buddies from before, including my favorite instructor, who gave me a hug and told me she hoped she'd see me back in class soon, "Because, after all," she confided, "It's a New Rear!"
On the kidlet front: (aka "mom moments that are funny to me but probably nobody else") We've been doing some basic letter writing for composition. Assignment: To write a Friendly Letter. D and S both worked on their rough drafts, then switched papers for proofreading and suggestions. D had signed his letter, "Your Chum, D___." S. offered the following suggestion for improvement: " You need to get rid of the comma after chum and add a P."
It took a good two minutes to restore calm.
We also have some money/math issues with S, it seems. I gave her a dollar today at Costco so she could buy herself and her brother a bottled water to take to karate with them. (The bottles are $.50 each.) Today on the way home from karate, S informed D that he owed her a dollar, since she'd spent a dollar on him buying water at Costco. "Excuse me??" I interrupted, "Just WHOSE dollar did you spend??"
"Well, I put in your dollar to buy a bottle, and got two quarters back. Then I used one of MY dollars to buy a bottle for D, and got two more quarters back."
We had to connect the dots for her, that she still in fact had her dollar (though in a "very special form" as my high school physics teacher was wont to say)--which caused much hilarity in the car as we drove home.
To quote Crystal from high school days: "I guess you had to be there."
Anyway, nice to be back to normal. Whatever that is. Happy New Year! Or new Rear, depending.