I'm sick of food; I'm sick of cooking, I'm sick of packing lunches and I'm sick of grocery shopping. I guess the only think I'm not sick of is actually eating the food. Which is one of my favorite things.
When I was growing up, once or twice every winter my mom would make pancakes for dinner. It was awesome. Since I have no mad pancake-making skillz, we're having biscuit, egg, pepper, sausage & cheese casserole, a recipe which the Big Man and I have perfected together over the past 6 months or so. It'll be my first attempt at solo casseroling.
I think I'm ready :)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Morning madness
We talk at lunch every day because there are not enough hours in the day for us to say all we need to say to each other.
Me: There was no yogurt in my lunch.
Him: I forgot. I was confused.
Me: What happened?
Him: The drainer was on the counter and there were dishes in it. There was no room to work.
Me: Why didn't you just put the dishes away? It would have taken two seconds.
Him: I don't know. It was too early to think of that?
I'll tease him about that until says something else equally as crazy. Like prolly Wednesday.
Me: There was no yogurt in my lunch.
Him: I forgot. I was confused.
Me: What happened?
Him: The drainer was on the counter and there were dishes in it. There was no room to work.
Me: Why didn't you just put the dishes away? It would have taken two seconds.
Him: I don't know. It was too early to think of that?
I'll tease him about that until says something else equally as crazy. Like prolly Wednesday.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Mother Day
This year for Mother Day, Eddie Vedder sang Just Breathe to me. Needless to say, I'm still in recovery.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
May 4
Like every year, I've been aware of the approaching anniversary of the shootings at Kent State. My high school algebra teacher was on campus that day. I read James Michener's Kent State: What Happened and Why when I was a sophomore. One of the four students that was killed; Sandra Lee Scheuer, lived a few towns over. She was walking to class that day, minding her own business, when she was shot through the throat with an M-1 rifle. She was 20 years old.
I've become a bit obsessed about reading the obituaries on line every day. It must be my age. Yesterday I came across a name that seemed vaguely familiar; but in skimming the article, I decided I did not know this 86 year old mother and grandmother that had passed...until I got to the end and it said she was preceded in death by a daughter, Sandra Lee Scheuer. Forty years ago today.
So now I'm thinking about mothers and daughters and parents and kids, and Sunday is Mother's Day, and moving on and letting go....and I'm thinking about the Macy Gray song I Can't Wait To Meetchu:
Love the life I'm livin though I'm looking forward to the day I die
Oh my lord, I can't wait to meetchu
I've become a bit obsessed about reading the obituaries on line every day. It must be my age. Yesterday I came across a name that seemed vaguely familiar; but in skimming the article, I decided I did not know this 86 year old mother and grandmother that had passed...until I got to the end and it said she was preceded in death by a daughter, Sandra Lee Scheuer. Forty years ago today.
So now I'm thinking about mothers and daughters and parents and kids, and Sunday is Mother's Day, and moving on and letting go....and I'm thinking about the Macy Gray song I Can't Wait To Meetchu:
Love the life I'm livin though I'm looking forward to the day I die
Oh my lord, I can't wait to meetchu
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