Friday, April 24, 2009

Friday Fun

Yes, it's been months. Anyone still visiting?
More substantial posting coming soon.....

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Word of the Year

As I think about words that have defined my 2008, many are not ones I can say without getting a sideways glance from my mother. Or they are sounds like "wooosaaaaaaaah" or "ugh."

Leave a comment with a the word(s) of YOUR year. I will too. Then if I can figure out how, I'll set up one of those fancy polls and we can vote on the official Bee Bangbage word of the year. Good lawd, I'm a geek.

Click here to see what Webster has to say about the matter.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Photo Meme

Helen and wn both posted a meme and I'm playing along too. It's simple. Go to the 6th file of photos on your computer. Choose the 6th photo. Post it.

Join in if you'd like.
Christmas Morning 2004

This picture is such a window in to our lives. Here I am in my purple PJs doing one of two things: a) trying to coax the cat out from under the tree. See those beady eyes on the right? or b) sorting presents for the grand opening ceremony. We hosted my husband's parents, his newly-engaged sister and her fiance that year. We had painted the walls in that room about 10 days before they arrived. You may have noticed that the switch plate didn't get replaced by the door just yet. Oh. And there aren't any ornaments on the bottom half of the tree, also thanks to Neko.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

They say in heaven, love comes first. . .

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

I'm So Not Martha

When you marry a man who has spent his entire adult life working in restaurants, you may not find yourself cooking much at home. Even when I do cook, he often has a suggestion about how to do it differently. There are a few dishes that he'll defer to me on, mostly Asian ones. But baking is my territory. Most of the time, it really is important that you follow the recipe. That's hard for him to do. He once made brownies with the mixer rather than stirring the goodey goodness and was then honestly surprised at how cake-like they turned out.

When Granny moved from her home to her new Sassy Senior Apartment (my words, not really the name of the facility. duh.)earlier this year, she passed her stand mixer on to me. It is not a dreamy Kitchen Aid one with lots of attachments. It's a Sunbeam that it probably at least 20-25 years old. But boy howdy does it make baking easier. While the shortening and sugar were getting aquainted, I walked across the kitchen to turn on the oven and grab a measuring spoon. And now there is banana bread cooling in my kitchen. And Dayum. It smells good. I may need to do this more often.

Here's something else I discovered during my baking adventures this afternoon: I'm glad a have multiple cook books. The decendants of primarily Itailian immigrant families at St. Anthony's in Bryan, TX don't have a single banana bread recipe in their 2001 cookbook. Odd, don't you think? The Peace Lutheran (College Station, TX)parishoners had two recipes, but one called for buttermilk (and I was too lazy to create some with the 2% + lemon juice). I forget why I nixed the other one. The Germans of Doss came to the rescue. I'm glad I didn't have to resort to Betty Crocker. Whew.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Dipping a Toe In

I've been thinking lately that I should post this or that or update the internets about some inane part of my life. One thing I'm rather excited about today is this. We should make a drinking game out of how many times Phil does his signature eyebrow raise.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

How Old Am I?

I've taken a few of those "real age" quizzes. They typically tell me that I'm rather close to my chronological age. The last week or so has left me feeling much younger.

Supporting evidence that I'm 16:
  • Listening to The Innocents by Erasure
  • Wearing a bar clip in my hair purchased from Express to match a t-shirt
  • Monstrous zits on my chin
  • Spending far too much time on Facebook
Supporting evidence that I'm 34:
  • Setting up a new docking station in my home office
  • Staying out past 10 on a school night
  • I prefer "hanging out friends" to "going out friends"
  • Balancing the checkbook and paying bills
  • Cleaning in preparation for the cleaning lady's visit
How in the world can I feel literally HALF as old as I am so often?

Monday, August 18, 2008

Weekend Treats!

This weekend was so relaxing! Saturday I was treated to a "Moment of Bliss" including a body wrap and massage thanks to a generous birthday gift.

Sunday we slept in and then my HUSband made pancakes and bacon. Mmmm bacon.
My favorite part was the fresh raspberries!

In other news, I'm spending more time than is probably healthy on Facebook lately. Lots of people from my high school have joined and friended each other in the last couple weeks. I wish I were more surprised by the way the cliques seem to still be in place all these years later.

The most fun I had today online was when I saw the pictures from 1995 and 1996 that Donna uploaded. What a hoot! And wow - we were so young back then. And we thought we were so old. Ha! They sure were good times though.

What sort of online guilty pleasures do you indulge in?

Monday, July 28, 2008

What to do?

How odd would it be if I were to donate a frame engraved with our first names and the date of our wedding to Goodwill? It's all frilly and not at all our style. The HUSband's parents' neighbors gave it to us. We're not close to them in the least. In fact, neither are his parents.

And. What about the napkins with our names on them as well? The HUSband suggested we give them away as gifts. His sense of humor and mine don't always align. I guess we'll just have to start using them.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Sunday Show and Tell # 6

Summertime!

This may not have actually been taken in the summer. Just look how green the grass is. Grass doesn't stay that green too far in to a Texas Summer. This was probably 1981 or 1982. My family moved from that house in September of 1983. I have memories of this swingset being the "old one" and getting a "new one" complete with monkey bars positioned along the back side of the fence.

I remember a conversation with Eleanor wearing about her wearing a size 1 shoe and me still wearing a size 11 that probably occurred on a day very much like the one this picture was taken. This was proof of another way in which she was older (and presumably better) than me. As an only child, I tend to think that this is just the sort of thing that sibling rivalry is made of. Thank goodness we seem to have outgrown that silliness.


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