The Blog With No Name

I spent most of the early morning hours (4:30-6:30 a.m.) in a sort of waking nightmare, imagining that I had put silly silly offensive things in the bulletin announcements, calling people names and so forth, and that Monday morning would roll around and I’d be fired. Weird.

I have made three batches of bread today: regular sandwich bread, herb bread (both loaves of which will be gifts), and (for the first time in years and years) quickbread – applesauce & spice bread, the recipe given to me by a congregation member at my church of employment. (She and her husband also bought me a ginormous electric stapler, but that’s another story.)

Furthermore, sitting in the fridge, waiting to be popped into the holder tomorrow morning, is a crock pot full of vegetable/bean/pesto soup. (The pesto gets added when you serve it, so the pesto is not actually in the crockpot, so whatever.) Doesn’t that sound good? I’m imagining that my kids probably won’t eat much of it (my daughter will happily eat chicken noodle ramen soup, and that’s it), but I’m hoping that it’s something I can take to work each day. I really need to get out of the habit of eating out as much as I do at work. Bad bad bad for the budget.

…it’s just been a busy few weeks. The annual report at my office/church always sneaks up on me. But it’s printed, bound, stapled, and available for the meeting this weekend. It’s also online. I found a neat-o free .pdf tool that allowed me to take five different portions of the report and stitch them together into one file, isn’t that cool?

So now I just have to survive Lent.

I’ve just been doing my work-church’s annual report. I finished running it off late yesterday afternoon, and a group of doughnut-eating people will collate it on Saturday morning. Who knew that 2,420 sheets of paper could be such a pretty sight, all stacked up and tidy?

and THANK $DEITY, the kiddies go back to school next week.

The guy who nobly spent his New Year’s weekend putting a new kitchen floor down, despite having a cold, has just been ambushed by technology. His laptop died. His work laptop. This is bad.

Note to self: obtain 1GB thumb drive, make backups of his Outlook and other files, with or without his permission/knowledge, once he has a functioning laptop again (oh the misery that awaits – reinstalling Office, Outlook, Palm, Agendus, games, the horror, the horror……….)

Here is what is left of the floor material after Charles has cut out what he needs for the kitchen. Lucky me, I got to mop the living room floor when he was done. It’s amazing how large the room looks with no furniture. Very tempting to leave it that way…

The view into the kitchen discombobulation. I grabbed the pasta machine out of the over-fridge cupboard, and might have the kiddies make some pasta (they both love love love ravioli, wonder whether they’d enjoy making it?). Got to figure out how to clean the pasta rollers first though – it’s o so dusty.

Mr. Master Fixit Guy in action!

The fridge in its temporary home on the back porch.