Monday Musings

Hello there!  About four different times in the past week, I was about to Muse and then got way-laid somehow.  I'll try to keep this brief and interesting and encouraging and funny if that's even possible.  I noticed on my stats that last month there were over 3,075 page views.  That makes me amazed and humbled and surprised all at the same time.  Thanks for following our journey through this wonderful experience called life!

A painter-lady just came with her lackey helper.  She told "Corey", "this is Linda.  It will smell amazing here pretty soon because she's a good cook.".  I'm tempted to go burn something on the stove and see how "Corey" reacts.  Heh.  I marvel how Lisi acts like they both are her best friends in the world and this will be the best day ever... and the cat slinks to the basement to be sure he's safe from danger.

Not everyone feels that way about my culinary expertise.   As one of the MYP ran into the house after school the other day she yelled, "it smells like vomit in here!  What is that terrible smell?".  Um that is what will soon be your supper.  Apparently Parmesan cheese and puke can come across the same way with the olfactory senses.

I must admit I'm not an electrician.  We got new light fixtures for a bathroom.  I "Youtubed" it and had 145% confidence I could do it.  I pulled down the old ones, ate some humble pie, and called a talented friend that showed up in a moment's notice.

We were at the mall on Saturday.  Crazy I know.  But the people watching was fantastic.  I did feel thankful for something.  I was thankful that my parents didn't force me to sit on Santa's lap.  Children are taught all the year long about stranger danger.  Yet, parents plop their children to sit on this old, hairy strangers lap before a crowd and bright lights and then told to smile.  Almost all of the kids I observed were screaming their heads off.  Smart children I say.

I did tell the Chairman that I sure would love to have little kids around again.  I look at the little 3-8 year old kids and remember how fun they were.  One of our smart-mouthed teenagers overheard this and said, "why?  so you wouldn't fail the second time around?"  (On a side note I must say I really am enjoying these teenage years too.)

I was at my local Aldi a couple days ago.  So was "Jim" (I like to put names in quotes for some reason.)  Anyway, "Jim" had a battle axe of a wife and both were in their mid-60's.  She was the most passive-aggressive lady I've ever witnessed.  "Jim, go pick out a pizza.  It doesn't matter which kind." So "Jim" goes and picks out a pizza and brings it to their cart.  "Why did you pick out that kind?"  A couple aisles over.  "Jim" tries to pick out something and was once again berated.  Poor "Jim".  He didn't look happy and I'm certain "Mrs. Jim" wasn't happy inside either for the way she treated him.

We are having record-warm days here in Dairyland and it is making a lot of us cranky.  We have had a couple days of rain.  If the temps dropped about 30 degrees this would have been 12" on the ski hill.  Instead we are squishing worms when we walk in the dark of night.  Ick.  I'm ready to move north.  And please, don't call me crazy.

I don't understand addictions.  But I think I came close yesterday.  I made that caramel puff corn.  If you don't know what it is, look it up.  It is horrible in a very delicious sort of way.  It is like "Lays" potato chips only multiply that by 1,000.  You can't eat just one or two or a handful.  They are horribly addicting and you want more.  So please don't look up the recipe and make it. Your thighs and your arteries will thank you.

A nice guy we know had a dream and made it come to reality.  He's converted a truck in to an adorable coffee shop on wheels and invited us all to come taste and see before he left for the sunny south.  Oh to be young and full of dreams!  He's going to do well.  I just know he will.

this man has been my elder for 21 years and I witnessed him having his very first cup of coffee

 Our nice guy had a successful hunt and now is successfully cooking us a meal nearly once/week.

 Our nice girl headed on her first maiden voyage to visit her cousin for a couple days.  I may or may not have stalked her on "Find Friends" until she arrived safely.

 Even Santa needs a potty break.  He was just returning here.

 The other night two of our MYP were missing.  However, two other MYP wanted to come.  It's a good thing we really like all these MYP (many young people).

I didn't keep this brief and for that, I'm sorry.  Happy new week to you!