I was at the grocery store today when I found these:
I was flooded with memories of the things my grandma makes in the kitchen at christmas time. My favorite was her chocolate covered Ritz sandwiches. The recipe was this:
two Ritz crackers with peanut butter sandwiched between and then covered in chocolate or almond bark.
They were a holiday favorite of mine and I made them in my home my first christmas on my own.
I was excited to see that Ritz was making pre-dipped crackers and I almost bought them thinking I could just put some peanut butter on them and they would be almost the same….
almost the same.
not the same.
they would bring disappointment.
I put the box back on the shelf and left with a hunger for family, baked goods, games, warmth and song.
It wasn’t the same, but nice try Nabisco.
I’ll probably still buy them eventually, just to be sure they aren’t the same, but I already know the answer.
Last night j and I had dinner with my grandparents. This morning we went to my parents for brunch. This past Thursday was my dad’s birthday. Two of my siblings and their families are spending the weekend at my parent’s house. J and I went up for brunch with all of them.
We arrived at a very smokey house. We thought it was just the tail end of the cooking, but as the smoke built we realized something was wrong. The pan with the egg casserole was melting in the oven. My brother-in-law had checked the pan to make sure it was oven safe prior to using it. It said it was. It was not. We spent some time outside to let the smoke clear and the oven air out.
Breakfast was good. My brother showed me pictures from his deployment in Afghanistan. He came back this summer but I had yet to see him.
I love my family
Three years ago today I said “I do.” Today I proudly changed my Facebook picture to a pretty photo from the wedding:
I think, however, for tonight’s post I will pay homage to the pictures that don’t make it into the album. I give you: the worst picture from the wedding. Feel free to add captions to this picture!!! I would love to read the narrative that this picture paints for you!
Oh yeah, I suppose I should also mention I love my husband and I am so thankful for him and the last three years we had together! He isn’t around tonight. I love you!!!
J asked me to order his textbooks for his upcoming semester. I looked them up online and did my best to price compare to find the best deal. The final total: $823. Wow, that is a lot of money for books that will be used for 16 weeks! I couldn’t believe how much it was going to cost us just so J could sit in frustration and stress while finishing homework assignments and studying for tests.
E-books are becoming more common. Most of Jeremy’s required textbooks are available as e-books. These books are less expensive and can be shared with up to three people. So, our decision is whether or not to purchase an iPad so J can get textbooks and do other school and non-school related things on it. I realize other brands have their own take on the “tablet” but I am starting to think my relationship with Apple is becoming exclusive and I am pretty sure I would be disappointed with any other brand.
This is the first time I have considered getting an iPad. Up until now I thought it would be frivolous if we got one (I would be in the gray section of this pie chart). Now, I am seeing the benefits of the tool (orange). J would not have to haul large text books, he could save money on the cost of the books and he would have a reasonable excuse to make a very expensive purchase. After all, it is about saving money in the long run, right? 🙂
We haven’t decided yet, but I know we will have to soon. J starts school in less than 2 weeks.
J and I got iPhones last February when Verizon became the cool kid. A feature we use and abuse is the “Find my iPhone” app. J goes on fishing trips in the summer so he is away a lot. Last night I went to visit him. When I left I asked him if he wanted me to send him a text when I got home. He said “No, I’ll just use Find My iPhone in the morning.” So I drove home and went to bed. At 5:30 I got a call. It was J panicking because Find My iPhone wasn’t working and he immediately thought an array of horrible things happened to me. He was wrong. He called at 5:30 and I immediately thought of an array of horrible things to do to him.
I am quite thankful to have a husband who cares enough to make sure I’m alive, but did he have to do it that early? I told him he should have waited, but he said he simply couldn’t. His mind raced with different scenarios involving my untimely demise.
He called at 5:30 and to find I was alive – groggy and quickly turning into a fire monster – but alive. J and I tied the knot nearly three years ago. I thought he learned that I am quite tolerant about most things except when he wakes me up. I have been known to hit, push and yell my way through partial-awareness. I am most violent between the hours of 12am and 6am. I guess I should be thankful J was willing to face 5:30am beast just to be sure that his wonderful, caring and understanding 7:30am wife was alright.
My Mom came down to visit me last night. We hadn’t seen each other in six or seven weeks and thought it was time to catch up. We went out to Panera. On our way into the restaurant she asked what was going on in my life. I said, “Not a lot” and left it with an awkward pause. She replied, “Well that won’t help us keep a conversation!” We went in, ordered and sat down. She gave me an anniversary gift from her recent trip to Asia as well as some things she found while going through some old boxes at home.
My Mom and I have always had a good relationship. She has always supported me and is proud of my life choices. We never had a falling out. We also never had a conversation like the one we had last night….
My Mom is a strong woman. I have heard that from people who have only spent a minute or two with her. Last night I had never seen her stronger. She opened up to me and was honest about past failures, mistakes, downfalls and footholds. She allowed me to do the same. I was never able to be as honest with her as I was last night. We sat at Panera for far too long and left only because I didn’t want to cry there – I failed. I don’t want to go into too much detail, but I think I can firmly say that last night’s conversation was one that will affect the rest of my life in a very good way.
I love my Mom.
I mentioned a few days ago that my dog had a bad day. I realize by writing this I will complete my transformation into one of those people who treats their pets like humans. I spent far too many entries talking about my dog and this one goes into far too much detail about my Dog’s day than any of you probably care to know. If it makes things any better, I refuse to be called my Dog’s “Mom.” I am not his mother.
Ely’s day started out well. He had a good breakfast, a good scratch behind the ears and a dentastick. It was shaping up to be an above average day. I assume Ely spent the morning by the door, chewing on his favorite blanket and chasing a cat or two. I came home for lunch. As always, I let Ely out to give him a little break. Then I did something horrible – I left him tied up to my front porch.
When I came home from work 5 hours later, he let out a panicked bark. I felt awful and immediately gave him several treats and a short petting session. While eating my dinner during my hour between work and rehearsal, Ely relaxed at my feet. He was there for several minutes and then slightly shifted his weight. Out of nowhere he yelped out in pain, discharged his anal glands (that was a first for me!) and ran over to where his kennel used to be with his tail tucked tight against his belly. I had NO idea what happened. I also had no idea what he just left on the couch and the carpet. My mind raced – was there a rodent under the couch? did he just get sick and was trying to keep it in and felt bad for not doing succeeding? did a tick just come off him and it was painful? I let him outside and he hid under the bush. I brought him back in, showered him off in the bathtub and cleaned up the small mess he left in the living room. By that time I had to leave for rehearsal. Ely was very timid, but not showing signs of pain so I left him.
I came home and Ely was still just fine so I went on with my normal evening routine. I still had to get my blog post out so I grabbed the lap top from the coffee table. It was in hibernation mode and would not turn on completely. I checked the outlet and the cord to see if it was still connected. Everything was still plugged in but while checking the cord I figured out what happened to Ely. The computer cord was gnawed on during the day. I found the exposed cord laying on Ely’s blanket. Ely has never gnawed on electrical wires before and I don’t think he did this on purpose. I know he likes to wrap his antler in his blanket and chew on it through the soft felt. I think the cord got stuck in the blanket and he enjoyed the texture of the cord through the blanket. When he shifted weight at my feet he must have leaned on the cord and connected the charge. I finally understood what happened to Ely. I am thankful he was ok. I am frustrated I have to buy a new power cord to a computer I hate.
I was embarrassed to tell J about my failure as a dog-owner. After telling him everything that happened I said, “Ely had a bad day…”
I am not home much anymore. This will not change for the next two months. I come home for lunch, eat quickly and return to work. After work I go home, eat quickly and run off to rehearsal. This is not bad in small doses, but it will be like this Monday through Friday for the next six weeks. I am so thankful for frozen meals and sandwiches or I would be calling McDonald’s, Taco Bell and Wendy’s my kitchen (Oh who am I kidding, it would exclusively be Taco Bell).
Gotta run, thanks for the food!