| 6:15 pm. Calvin's home and I'm happy. He was only gone overnight, but that's 36 hours too long that he was away from me. It's good to hear his voice, and his laughter, and his shout of "COME on!" at the Sun's game. Even though they can't hear him. It's part of being a boy, I guess. Marie was inventive and required some parenting last night, which I handled in Calvin's absence. Michael was inventive and required some parenting this morning, which I handled in Calvin's absence. He was only gone overnight. What's going to happen later on this month when Calvin's gone for a whole week in Chicago? Lord have mercy on my soul. ******************* I actually started this entry this morning, being high on two cups of Starbuck's and my thoughts bouncing all over the place. Then a two hour phone conversation with Michael, and crazy busy-ness at work, and a pounding headache that escalated into a baby migraine by 3:00, so after I picked Marie up from school I just stayed home and went to bed. Now I'm content on the couch with Calvin beside me, two pieces of pizza settled in my stomach, and a Diet Coke. Ah, the simple things in life. ******************** I talked to a friend yesterday whom I haven't spoken to in ages. She's my grandmother's next door neighbor. I grew up playing with her kids, and even after I was married to X(m) and still living at Grandma's (in the apartment) I would visit her regularly, stealing over in the misty morning (hop - okay, bad joke) and sharing a cup of coffee with her. Always unannounced, and always welcome. She's a wonderful lady, her husband is a wonderful man, and they're solid and real and made me part of their family. I called because I had misplaced her e-mail address after a computer migration. Just hearing the sound of her voice made me homesick, but at the same time bridged the distance between us in an incredible fashion. Nothing ever changes back there, and with that stems the knowledge that I can always go home, whenever I need to. There's an entry coming up, about her and her family. ******************** I made Minestrone Stew for dinner yesterday. You're dying for the recipe. Yes, you are. Minestrone Stew (Crock Pot)1 lb hamburger1/2 cup chopped onion 2 cloves garlic, pressed 1 4 oz can green chilies (note: NOT Jalapenos!) 1 can whole kernel corn, drained 1 can pinto beans, rinsed and drained 1 can stewed tomatoes 1 can prepared Minestrone soup (I use Progresso) 1 tsp onion powder 1 tsp garlic powder salt and pepper 2 cups uncooked pasta shells Brown hamburger with chopped onion and pressed garlic. Transfer to crock pot. Add remaining ingredients except uncooked pasta, mix well. Cook in crock pot on low for four to six hours. At end of cooking cycle, cook pasta according to directions. Rinse, drain, and add to crock pot mixture. Serve with crusty bread. You'll notice the note next to the green chili ingredient listing. That's because around here, chopped jalapenos come in very similar packaging to chopped green chilies. I mistook the jalepenos for the chilies on one unfortunate occasion, and rendered the entire pot of stew inedible. Yarg. I mean, I like spicy food, but that was ridiculous. ******************** I've gotten lots of feedback and mission participation in the last couple of days, but I can't access my e-mail and so the transfer of information to these pages will have to wait until (hopefully) tomorrow. Boy, but I love me some e-mail, though. I've had a couple of people mention that my recent entries have made them chuckle to themselves. I'm way chuffed that I've achieved "LOL" status. Go, me! ******************** The greatest common factor of 8, 12, 16, 20, and 24 is 4. ******************** 8:10 pm. Calvin and I just returned from Home Depot, picking up the ill-measured blind. It *almost* didn't fit. Again. I was prepared for nuclear fallout, folks. If it hadn't have fit, I don't know what Calvin would have done. He's not in the most wonderful of moods anyway, having spend a miserable, accomplishment-free couple of days up in Flagstaff. Fortunately, God invented hammers. Heh. We are now blinds savvy, all over the house. I didn't realized how unfinished things looked and felt until we finally got the window coverings in. It makes things a lot warmer. More cozy. And we are so damned coordinated it makes me sick. Take the computer room. The blinds match the desk which matches the ceiling fan which matches the couch which matches the carpeting. And we did nothing but eye the individual components in their respective stores and think "Yeah, that'll probably go pretty well." I've missed my calling as an interior decorator. Seriously. |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
I never was a sports person. Never. Really. Didn't go to sporting functions, didn't watch it on TV, didn't play it (unless you consider horse competitions a sport, which I do but many people surprisingly don't). Then I shacked up with Calvin. Now I know the difference between a two-pointer and a three-pointer. I know that the term "tight end" isn't really describing a player's buttocks. I know that high sticking is wrong, and standing under the basket is illegal. I know player's names, and which sport they play. I've been to baseball games, football games, and a hockey game. Not basketball, though, since we can't even touch tickets. Anybody else out there been converted from a anti-sports snob to a budding sports fan? Why? Is there any way to stop it? Would you even want to?
Results From Yesterday's Mission Well, it's overcast and rainy, so nobody in this household's going to be looking at heavenly bodies anytime soon. There's lots of feedback which I can't fill you in on because CompuServe's mail is teasing me. I got to view the e-mails, but now I can't back in to copy 'em. It's evil. Cruel and unusual. I should file a complaint. I grabbed the design idea for the box thingy from Anna.
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