Thursday, February 28, 2008

Makes Sense To Me

What do you do when you're exhausted and could curl into a ball and sleep until late next week?

Stay up and make cookies, of course.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

I Have A Headache

J and I checked out the new independent movie theatre in town and it is gorgeous! We caught Persepolis and really enjoyed it.

Mom came down to be with the kids and it made for a lovely afternoon. I think we may try to have a standing once-a-month date to hit the Red River while the kids get a hit of Nana time.

Tonight's dinner was orange and sweet potato turkey breasts with brown rice. Pretty yummy.

Does anyone really care about the Oscars? For that matter, I didn't really miss much TV while the writers' strike was going on (thank you, Netflix). Although, we did catch the first post-strike SNL last night and it had a couple of funny bits. I didn't care much for Tina Fey's pro-Hillary screed during Weekend Update, though. I do happen to think that having a Billary co-presidency would not be beneficial to this country. Go Obama!

Now, I'm going to hopefully relax this headache away.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Pommes de Terre

I have finally perfected mashed potatoes.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Sleep Well, Dinnabear

Odin, the first pet that J and I ever owned together, had to be put down today. He's been sick for a bit now and was deteriorating rapidly. I'm grateful that my sister could take him, because I wouldn't have been up for it.

For the last few years, Odin's been living with my mother and keeping her company. She always claims to not be an animal person, but my Dinnabear won her over and stayed by her side, rather insistently, as Mom went through her breast cancer diagnosis and subsequent surgery and he was a faithful, if not quirky, companion (he enjoyed sleeping in the corner kitchen cabinet, among other places).

I miss you, my sweet 'din.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Day 'O Love

Happy Valentine's Day, lovelies.

It's been a rather uneventful day, which is just how I like it. I got up crazy early (5:30 in the morning!) to hit the gym since Mom couldn't make it down today. I've kind of been paying for that all day, but it's all good. The kids even kind of toned down the trying to kill each other action out of love for their mother (yeah, right!). C stopped in for a nice little visit (and invited me to an Elton John concert in a couple of weeks, thanks!) and J and I exchanged oodles of candy (more motivation to make my time in the gym count).

J gifted me with this which is the cutest little thing in the world (that, you know, did not grow in my womb) and I'm busily loading it with music to play at the gym tomorrow. I'm beyond excited, as there's only so much of the local pop station I can take without wanting to tear my earhair out.

I hope you all had a wonderful day with those you hold dear.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Yeah, Baby!

Jericho is back tonight!

Don't you just adore Skeet Ulrich?

Wednesday, February 6, 2008


I went to Ash Wednesday Mass this evening. On my way home, I stopped at McD's for my large diet coke, sans ice (definitely not something I could ever give up for Lent) and the following conversation ensued (note that I'm sort of a regular so it's not uncommon for some employees to chat with me while I get my diet coke fix):

McD's chick: How are you?

Me: Well, thanks. You?

McD's chick: Where'd you go? You got a big cross on your forehead.

Me: Yeah, chuch. It's Ash Wednesday. The beginning of Lent.

McD's chick: Oh, yeah. You can't eat meat, right? We were just all talking about that. Someone just came through and ordered like 8 fishes. We were like, 'what the hell?'

Me: Well, yeah. It's a thing about sacrifice.

McD's chick: You go everyday?

Me: No, this was a special day.

McD's chick: Yeah, but you can't eat meat. I don't get that.

Me: It's not everyday, just certain days.

McD's chick: He made the meat to be eaten. Good night!

I found the whole scenario particularly amusing because the priest had encouraged us, even though it was late in the day, to not be eager to wash the ashes off and, if someone should point out that we had a mark on our foreheads, to tell them what it was about. I didn't really foresee my needing to explain anything on my way home, until I saw everyone leaving church with huge dark crosses on their foreheads. They were pretty hard to miss.

When I got home, the ashes caused quite a stir. J took about 20 pictures, never having seen such prominent ashes before (and, in all fairness, this may be the first time I've gone to Ash Wednesday Mass during the entirety of our marriage so it was the first time he'd seen them on me.) #2 kept asking me if I was alright. She peppered me with a chorus of "OK, Mumma?" because she was concerned about the mark made by the ashes and #1, though immensely glad that I was home, was disturbed and couldn't quite look me in the eye.

Sunday, February 3, 2008


I'm not a huge sports fan, but I'm disappointed that the Patriots just lost.