I cropped some photos from Saturday’s auction but forgot to write the post. I’ll save that for tomorrow. For now, I’ll direct you to the CDC Facebook’s site so you can see some amazing photos that one of our board members took for us. She is incredible! The kids did great. It was a short, family-friendly service and we got to sing a bunch of songs. Good job, everyone.
Archives for December 2015
Grumpy.
My kids sing for church on Saturday and we have snacks afterward. I tried to get a jump on making snacks this afternoon and many, many things went wrong. Like ‘throw out one whole batch of cookies’ wrong. The cookies you see here? All for show; several things wrong inside.
I am grumpy. I have had two glasses of wine. I am done.
He’s still got it.
Sunday after church I cooked up a whole mess o’ meat. I browned three pounds of hamburger for future meals and then browned a small roast. All that browning made a fair amount of smoke. (The saying around here is, “If it’s smokey, Lauren’s cooking.) The sunlight was streaming through the smoke and Lloyd said, “Turn around. Ralph is jumping at dust fairies.”
Awww… remember when he used to do that? Let’s go back in time to see a 3-years-younger, much spryer baby Ralph jump around.
Now let’s watch his fatter self do the same thing. Please note that I am flicking dust up for him to catch. Once I saw he was jumping, I dusted the t.v. so he’d have some more stuff to chase. Our house is disgusting.
Whoa! He’s still got some smooth moves, like the ‘Over the Head’:
Or the ‘Reach Out in Front'”
But best of all, the ‘Walking on Sunshine’:
Nice job, old Ralph. I’ll try and burn more food for you on the next sunny day.
*sigh* my fault
Lloyd has a cold, so after work I went to Wal*Mart to get some restorative stuff for him and some other junk for the rest of life. When I came home to the pitch-black, quiet house with arms full of bags and boxes, I was greeted by the strong scent of….. coffee?
With cats circling my feet, screaming to be fed, I walked the 15 feet through the darkness with thoughts racing. “Did Lloyd try to make coffee? Maybe something’s burning? No, that’s definitely coffee. Do I have coffee in a crock pot?” I knew I didn’t leave the coffee pot on because I drink instant every morning and the pot is in the basement for when company comes.
I flicked on the light and all was made clear.
When I made that saltine/toffee stuff? I took the coffee out of the freezer to make room.
Like an idiot, I put in on top of the fridge.
The knuckleheads found it.
Dang it! Dang it! Dang it!
I scooped the very top part off and am now making some cold-brew concentrate with it. The rest went into the garbage. So, so wasteful.
At least it gives me a chance to show you that a week or so ago I hung the whisk broom inside the kitchen cupboard and have used it several times. ‘Yay’ for organization!
Oh, and the paper towel holder on the other side? I am still on my first roll of paper towels.
Goin’ for less Grinchy.
I don’t think I posted about giving up on Christmas. The last post I can find about having a regular tree was when I took it down in January of 2012. That’s four years ago. When the kittens came along and Wally was destroying everything in sight, I bought a little 3-foot-tree that lives year-round in the corner of the living room behind the door. Christmastime comes around and I plug in the lights. Boom. Festive.
It’s not really just the decorating that got me down, it was the fact that you had to put them away in a timely manner, or else be embarrassed that spring had arrived and your Santas were dusty. Well, this year I have actually put out a few decorations, and tonight I even got out the box of ornaments.
It is possible for teachers to have many, many, many, many, many more ornaments than the ones in this box, but even when I decorated I kind of pared it down to a crystal/gold/red kind of look. The ornaments in the box are either in those categories or are meaningful, and with bigger trees I’d add gold and red balls to fill it out. (There was one awesome year where I just put on lights and then stuck things from around the house on the branches: a box of jello, a toothbrush, junk mail. That was fantastic.)
This tree is tiny, so I just hung a few ornaments. I trust Wally will have them on the floor by morning.
Lloyd, do not eat the candy canes. They are four years old. At least.
It’ll do.
Dang it, Facebook. I was looking around and someone linked to ‘Saltine Toffee Crack‘ something-or-other. I haven’t messed around in the kitchen for a while, so it seemed like a good plan. I knew I had everything: butter, brown sugar, chocolate chips, saltines. This was a done deal.
I got everything out. Um, I did not have saltines.
Well, what if they were just tiny saltines?
Those’ll do. Let’s get to melting.
The toffee was fun to make. (I just made a half batch.) You melt the butter and brown sugar and then boil it while it makes violent bubbles. Nice and dangerous!
Anyway, I followed the rest of the directions to the letter. Hooray!
After flipping it over, I saw that the toffee didn’t get everywhere. I see this as a feature rather than a problem
Cut cut cut,
Sample, sample, sample.
I liked it quite a lot! I wonder how it would be for breakfast with milk…..