Bridgette at the park.
Skeeter didn't want to walk at first...he was a real drag. But he finally got the hang of it and enjoyed the walk.Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
This n That
Busy day today. I wrapped up all my business dealings early and decided to cook a nice meal. I cooked pork tenderloin with fennel and sauteed apples and onions. Sounds good, huh?
But....
Oh my gosh it was the nastiest tasting crap I've ever eaten!
It was that dad-gum fennel. I had never cooked with fennel seeds before and nor will I ever again. After everyone tasted the nasty stuff, I rinsed the cooked tenderloin before I put it in the fridge. I will try to salvage it tomorrow...how, I don't know. Add that one to my list of cooking disasters.
My darling, Skeeter still loves me though. And get this...Don says he doesn't think Skeeter knows he's a dog. Hahaha. Funny, but so true. In fact, since we took him from Watson Farms at almost six weeks of age, he hasn't even seen another dog. Makes perfect sense.
A highlight of my day was hearing from my old boss, Jimmy, and of course talking to the kids. Not long now and I will be hugging my babies!
But....
Oh my gosh it was the nastiest tasting crap I've ever eaten!
It was that dad-gum fennel. I had never cooked with fennel seeds before and nor will I ever again. After everyone tasted the nasty stuff, I rinsed the cooked tenderloin before I put it in the fridge. I will try to salvage it tomorrow...how, I don't know. Add that one to my list of cooking disasters.
My darling, Skeeter still loves me though. And get this...Don says he doesn't think Skeeter knows he's a dog. Hahaha. Funny, but so true. In fact, since we took him from Watson Farms at almost six weeks of age, he hasn't even seen another dog. Makes perfect sense.
A highlight of my day was hearing from my old boss, Jimmy, and of course talking to the kids. Not long now and I will be hugging my babies!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Miss Pissy
I've been pissy for most of the day. I tried to work this morning, but I was in such a bad mood I wasn't accomplishing anything. Sooooo, in an attempt to transform my mood...I went shopping. Shopping is my vice of choice when it comes to dealing with my emotions. Some people drink...others eat...and I ususally spend money I don't have. Over the last few years, I have managed to keep a certain amount of control over my spending. Hallelujah for that. So today, I spent several hours in Washington at various stores. But I only spent money at Target on bras for me and Bridgette. Not bad.
And yes...my mood is much improved.
And yes...my mood is much improved.
Hypothermia
Sunday was opening day of trout season. And even though it was only thirty-two degrees...my boys were there with bells on. Everyone caught their limit of 4 fish each...and no one froze to death.
Yesterday, they decided to go again. Greg, Peterson, Donnie, Nick, and Max left around 2:30pm and headed to Meramec Springs. They said it was even colder than Sunday. Everything seemed to be going well until Don's little incident. I had to get the details from the guys.
Apparently, Don had his waders on and was wading across the river. He had just put his last fish on the stringer when he slipped on a rock and fell into the water. Keep in mind it is 30 degrees. Once he got out and was able to get to his vehicle, he grabbed a pair of overalls and his leather jacket and stripped down in the bathroom and changed.
When he got home and took his jacket off...and I saw that he was wearing a pair of carhartt overalls and no shirt, I was like, what the...???? Although I felt bad for him, it was kind of funny. He said he was just grateful he happened to have the overalls in his pick-up. I told him that old men are like babies...make sure you have an extra set of clothes on hand for both. Hahahaha.
The upside is that we're having a fish fry tonight at Peterson's barn. Some good eatin'.
Yesterday, they decided to go again. Greg, Peterson, Donnie, Nick, and Max left around 2:30pm and headed to Meramec Springs. They said it was even colder than Sunday. Everything seemed to be going well until Don's little incident. I had to get the details from the guys.
Apparently, Don had his waders on and was wading across the river. He had just put his last fish on the stringer when he slipped on a rock and fell into the water. Keep in mind it is 30 degrees. Once he got out and was able to get to his vehicle, he grabbed a pair of overalls and his leather jacket and stripped down in the bathroom and changed.
When he got home and took his jacket off...and I saw that he was wearing a pair of carhartt overalls and no shirt, I was like, what the...???? Although I felt bad for him, it was kind of funny. He said he was just grateful he happened to have the overalls in his pick-up. I told him that old men are like babies...make sure you have an extra set of clothes on hand for both. Hahahaha.
The upside is that we're having a fish fry tonight at Peterson's barn. Some good eatin'.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Monday
Today was harried, but productive. I started early and worked my way down my 'to do list' without getting side-tracked. That itself is a major accomplishment. I went from making doctor appointments, to sales tax certificates, to dry cleaning, to FSA farming stuff, to wineries, to more paperwork, to one phone call after another, etc., etc., etc.
That is what I enjoy most about my life these days...the diversity of projects and people. Keeps things interesting.
I spoke to Ma today and I am very sad for her. She is having great difficulty being alone. I didn't expect the tough and hard working Ma that I know, to react like this. She seems so fragile. I am glad that my kids go and see her every week. It means a lot to her. Ma told me she was telling Sage on Sunday...that Ma kept her all the time when she was little...practically raised her and the other kids. And Sage says, "Ma, you did a good job."
Priceless.
And Ma loved it.
That is what I enjoy most about my life these days...the diversity of projects and people. Keeps things interesting.
I spoke to Ma today and I am very sad for her. She is having great difficulty being alone. I didn't expect the tough and hard working Ma that I know, to react like this. She seems so fragile. I am glad that my kids go and see her every week. It means a lot to her. Ma told me she was telling Sage on Sunday...that Ma kept her all the time when she was little...practically raised her and the other kids. And Sage says, "Ma, you did a good job."
Priceless.
And Ma loved it.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Differences
Yesterday, Don and I dropped Bridgette off at work and then headed to our first winery. It was snowing like crazy and the cinder trucks were already out on the interstate. Am I the only person in America that didn't know what a cinder truck was? I hope not. When I asked Don about it he looked at me like I was nuts...just like I looked at him when he asked about the okra. Must be a regional thing.
Anyway, for the other retards who don't know....it's a truck that scatters cinders (like from a fireplace) on the highway to improve traction. Interesting fact, huh.
Moving on...
We only went to two of the wineries and then headed home because of the weather. One of the ideas I hope to implement is using wine corks as a kind of mulch around plants in the flowerbeds. It sounds cheesy, but it looked really classy.
Speaking of classy...Don walked around carrying his coffee cup all day. Not an unusual thing...except this was my coffee mug. A large one that says Biker Chick in huge Harley orange letters.
Not cool.
Anyway, for the other retards who don't know....it's a truck that scatters cinders (like from a fireplace) on the highway to improve traction. Interesting fact, huh.
Moving on...
We only went to two of the wineries and then headed home because of the weather. One of the ideas I hope to implement is using wine corks as a kind of mulch around plants in the flowerbeds. It sounds cheesy, but it looked really classy.
Speaking of classy...Don walked around carrying his coffee cup all day. Not an unusual thing...except this was my coffee mug. A large one that says Biker Chick in huge Harley orange letters.
Not cool.
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