The Blog With No Name

Good bye 2007.  We are seeing the year out with a few friends, and my mom’n'aunt, for possibly a movie, possibly Trivial Pursuit, who knows. Got the champagne glasses cleaned and dry on the buffet, so we are ready!

My clone daughter is, as I type, giving tech support to one of her friends over the phone (how to set up iTunes with her new Nano). I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

*It is snowing tremendously (which is fine because no one has to go anywhere in it).

*I am making herb bread, and whole wheat bread (to which, from now on, I am going to add flaxseed meal).

*I am also making my mother’s meatballs. I remember them being fabulous as a child. We Shall See. (I made Charles some meatloaf for the first time ever, in fifteen years [almost] of marriage, two days ago. He liked it.)

*Charles is painting the bathroom, a project he started before our daughter was born. Our daughter is now in sixth grade. I do not judge, but merely comment.

*the kiddies have vanished over to the neighbor kids’ house, to play XBOX!! And sled down the hill in their front yard. Haven’t seen them for hours.

I have one whole week off. It’s amazing. Today I went to Target. Yes, I know that was stupid. I was not returning anything or looking for sales, though; Charles and I are attacking the bathroom (the one we started working on before our daughter was born) so I was looking for a shower liner, curtain hooks, bath mats, that sort of thing. Charles has taken all the hardware off the walls and is going to spackle etc. So right now there is no place to hang a towel or washcloth. Tomorrow, I attack all the little piles of paper lying around. As a reward, I will use the sauna at the gym after I work out tomorrow morning. I looooooove saunas, yes I do.

I ordered iPod Nanos for the kiddies today; that is how they decided to use the unholy amount of Christmas money that they each received. Better than piddling it away on junk I suppose.

My co-worker found out yesterday, the darkest day of the year, and four days before Christmas, that her husband is not getting tenure here at the local Lutheran college. Did I mention the three little kiddies under age ten? What a crappy way to go about things. “Merry Christmas, and oh by the way, you’re fired.” I guess he’s not really fired, but he gets to finish this year, then teach for one more, and that’s it.

My favorite doctor says that extra exercise and CALCIUM might help mitigate my PMS symptoms (i.e., feeling like a homicidal maniac). Alas, I am told that this gets worse with age. MENOPAUSE – BRING IT ON BABY.

I now have oil and wicks for my lamps, lots of flashlights and batteries, and some emergency candles and a UCO candle lantern are on their way from Amazon. I am much better prepared for the disaster-that-might-have-been on Weds, which of course means that the next disaster will be completely different.

The good thing about my gym is that it has at least one of every exercise/weight machine ever invented (did you know there is a machine for working your neck muscles? I didn’t). The bad thing about my gym is that when the power goes out, and you are upstairs in the back, you now get to negotiate around at least one of every exercise/weight machine ever invented, in complete darkness.

Luckily, the power is back on (our house was out too), but in that hour I discovered that we had no batteries, only one working flashlight, no oil or wicks for our fancy oil lamps, and were generally pathetically unprepared. It was only an hour this time; last time it was seventeen hours, and the next time it could be DAYS. So guess what my priority is in the next few days?

I forgot the yeast.

I might keep this blob of dough around for a few days anyway, just to see what happens.