It’s cold outside, I think another cup of hot coffee is required, before getting started.
I need to get dressed, but flannel pants and a fleece hoodie are so comfortable and warm.
I’m hungry, and there’s still 2 sweet rolls left over from Christmas morning. They would be delicious with another cup of hot coffee. I wonder how long it would take to warm them up.
The cat’s on my legs. how am I supposed to get up?
#4′s room is the Goal of the Day. It’s a dump, a trash heap, a mess. A black hole, a supernova of legos and dinosaur parts. I enjoy cleaning up his room, really, it’s just that…y’know…the cat’s on my legs.
The living room is nice and clean. Laundry’s done, there’s chicken in the fridge to make chicken and dumplings for supper. That doesn’t have to be started until around 3 or so. Plenty of time, and maybe the cat will be off my legs by then.
Oh…I’ve got a couple of shows DVRed…probably ought to go ahead and watch those before I get too involved in cleaning #4′s room. One of the shows is Hoarders and that always gets me crackin’ in cleaning mode. So it’s decided.
I’ll move the cat and refill the coffee cup, warm the leftover sweet rolls, and watch Hoarders, before getting dressed and cleaning up.
Sounds like a plan.
Filed under: Holidays!
Terry and I talk about this alot. What are we going to do when the boys are all married, and it’s Christmas? The way of the world seems to be that married people spend holidays with the wife’s parents. Right now it’s not an issue but I know one day before too long there will be Christmases where it’s just the 2 of us. Truth? I am kind of looking forward to it.
Not in that “UGH I’m so tired of company at Christmas” kind of way, because that’s not it at all. I enjoy the company. I love the preparations and cooking and general hanging-out with everyone. But I can look ahead and foresee a Christmas of the 2 of us in a cabin at Unicoi Park up in the Smoky Mountains, or at Callaway Gardens. Or even simply at home, with a cornish hens and wild rice for dinner, and a couple of gifts under the tree instead of the heaps and heaps. I’m ok with that.
We’ll make phone calls to everyone, maybe talk with grandkids if there are any,and sit around and watch football or old movies and just….be.
With 4 kids, maybe they’ll work out some kind of rotation amongst them, maybe once in a while they’ll all be *here*. Terry says if that happens, we’ll get hotel rooms for the adults and have the kids here. AND we’ll PAY for the hotel rooms, too. My parents are notorious for getting us a room,or inviting us to a restaurant, or to the Callaway Gardens Light Show,and then having us pay for it…Terry is appalled by that and thinks if you invite someone somewhere, then the invitor pays for it. Period. It’s not that he’s cheap and doesn’t want to pay for it, it’s just that he’s old school and thinks…y’know…*that*.
So anyway…Yes, Christmas is supposed to be all about family,I guess, but Terry and I are family,too, and I am not nervous about the prospect of being alone with him for Christmas.
Now, a bit ago,Terry announced *PLANS* that meant my parents couldn’t come for a couple of days starting today. I’m going to say this and that’s all I’m going to say. Yes, He (and we) Have Plans. They are going to be fun, and very,very personal. now that I know what they are, I understand why ‘no parents’. And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
The problem is that every time I turn around there’s abother recipe that looks SO GOOD and I think “OH! I should make that for Christmas Day!” but when is enough enough? I think I’ve reached it but Pillsbury keeps sending things made from rolling stuff up in crescent rolls and I flamin LOVE crescent rolls.
Mom used to make these sweet cookie-ishthings by chopping up pecans really fine, almost like a meal, and mixing them with brown sugar and butter, then spreading it on crescent rolls and roling them up. I’ve had crescent rolls rolled up around little smokies sausages, filled with ground sausage and cheese, or creamcheese and chopped stuff (olives, bell peppers, whatever).
I’m not making anything out of crescent rolls this year. It’s too hard to make enough and even though the dough is already done and Pillsbury is all “EASY PEASY,FOLKS!” it’s just not that simple. I have a whole bunch of crackers and savory biscotti made, stuff that I didn’t send out, plus cheese coins (like cheese straws only round discs instead of long caterpillars). Those will have to do.
I remember as a kid, whenever Mom would make anything Pillsbury from a can, hopeful and wishing the little doughboy would pop our of the can. I always knew THIS TIME he would…but he didn’t and my disappointment was appeased by the delicious cinnamon or orange or crescent rolls. Even today, with all my culinary snobbery and love of homemade, I still have a fondness for those orange rolls, or anything can-poppy.
I’m standing on home base, knees bent, squinting at the pitcher, bat waving a little over my shoulder…will I knock it out of the park? Or bunt and dribble a sad little bouncing ball toward 3rd base, or will the ball go whiffing by my head to the tune of an umpire shouting “STEEEEERIKE!” WHO KNOWS??
Ok no more baseball analogies.
Christmas is a-comin’! RAAAAHT OVER THAR! You can’t even say it’s just over the horizon because now it’s turned onto our street and we can see it coming!
I think I’m ready…still need to get a gift for Terry’s mom…I know what I’m going to get, just have to go and get it.
I was in the grocery store before 7am. If it’s a choice between dealing with floor-sweeping young men or cranky women with cranky children, I’ll take the young men, thanks.
Food is all bought, it just needs to be prepared. Low fat cream cheese for dips and a cheese ball. Velveeta and sausage as per Terry’s request. Bell peppers, cucumbers and carrots in an attempt to stave off the inevitable heart attack from the velveeta and sausage. Apples and oranges, tortillas to make crackers (cheaper, lower fat, and tastier). Chickpeas for hummus, because it’s WEIRD and I want to give Terry’s mother something to call WEIRD…it’s called manipulation. If you fix something you know is WEIRD, then you’re controlling what that person thinks….HAHAHAHAHA….
Oo I found tasty recipes for a sundried tomato and pesto dip, gonna make garlic chips for that, and an easy-peasy cheeseball that’s just cream cheese, cheddar cheese, and a pack of Ranch dressing powder, then roll it in nuts…I like easy, I like Ranch. The velveeta and sausage is more complicated…you cook the sausage, mix it with melted velveeta…that’s it. Terry’s going to hunt up a small crock pot, we’ve been wanting one anyway. If he can’t find it I’ll do the double boiler thing. I’ll put recipes up at Rootie’s Kitchen
See, I don’t DO Christmas Dinner. When you have a houseful of Heathens, who wants to spend 4 hours cooking a big meal? NOT ME! So Christmas Eve will have a nice meal after church. 2 fat hens smoked with oranges and ginger, a WEIRD rice blend, and turnip greens provided by Terry’s mother. I don’t cook turnips and she knows Terry loves them, soshe’s bringing them. i suppose if I loved Terry more, like a proper wife, I’d fix them frequently…but there are limits, I reckon.
Anyway, I’m as ready as I’m going to be. The guest room needs sprucing up and fresh sheets. Air mattresses need inflating, because the older boys announced that they WOULD be spending Christmas Eve night here. Last year they were all Adult and stuff, and said they’d be over sometime Christmas morning, and dragged in about 9am, only to discover that we’d already opened gifts and had sweet rolls…apparently they though we were going to wait on them or something…so this year, they want to Be Here. And since I converted their old bedrooms to something else about 5 minutes after they moved out, they’ll get air mattresses on the floor.
Are you ready? What do you still have to do?
Yesterday was cold, wet and sloppy. not cold enough for interesting stuff like ice or snow, but enough that additional layers of clothing and a bit of whining was in order. As such, I made chili for supper. See, understand that we’ve gone from a household of 6 (including 3 young men)to one of 3 in just a matter of a couple of years. It has taken me this long to figure out how to cook Just Enough instead of Way Too Much.
So, I made chili, half as much as I’m accustomed to. It was difficult. Even with a stew made mainly from opening cans of tomatoes and beans, I still set out the 2 huge cans of tomatoes and 4 of beans… then looked at them and, in a striking act of unprecidented daring, only opened HALF THE CANS. And I didn’t even die, not once.
So it made this nice pot of chili. Enough for Terry and #4 to each have a bowl and enough left over for a decent 3-person tamale pie on Monday. How Nice!
Then (you knew that was coming or I wouldn’t be writing about it)
David and CJ show up. Unnanounced.
HEY MOM WHAT’S FOR SUPPER??
They’re used to me cooking enough for an army,and normally, except for today, I do.
Then they eat all the chili.
and now I’m thinking…best keep cooking for everyone until they all live in a different state.
the good news is,since I only used up half the ingredients, I can still make more and have it for the tamale pie. The bad news is, I have to make it for the tamale pie. The whole point was to be efficient enough and get it all made at once, so all I have to do Monday is make the mush.
And the thing is, I can’t even complain about them showing up because earlier in the day I’d texted David and told him I was making chili, which was a de facto invitation to show up,because normally chili is measured in the gallons around here, with plenty for later *and* for the boys to take some home….but the last few times invitations were extended they were ignored so I figured,it being Saturday Night and them being Young and Single they’d have more exciting plans.
That’s what I get for thinking.
Terry’s recipe for Chili (which is the one I used)
2 pounds ground beef, browned and drained
1-28oz can crushed tomatos
2-14oz cans chili beans (the seasoned ones)
2 packs McCormicks Chili Seasoning (original)
Mix everything together in a pot and simmer until it tastes right.
Top with cheese and serve with Fritos.
Makes enough for 6 normal people or 3.5 Dodds
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So, as an early Christmas gift (which does NOT absolve him of the responsibility to put wrapped things under the tree) Terry replaced my sick and dying old laptop with a shiny new LARGE screen one, and added PhotoShop to it so hopefully soon I can start churning out new headers and other graphics thingies.
“oh Rootie, what a nice gift, how could you possibly expect more”
Because I CAN. Oh sure, I don’t expect stuff like this every year. Mostly I don’t at all, but it’s kinda pathetic to sit on the couch while everyone else is unwrapping their stuff, right? right.
But yeah, this shiny new computer kinda rocks. It’s fast, it doesn’t shut down at random moments or rearrange my bookmarks (or make them disappear for a week then put them back). It doesn’thave a broken hinge or a G button that sticks so you gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggget a whole string of them in the middle of a carefully crafted letter to your ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggrandmother.
And it has a fullsize keyboard,just the right size for the cat to lay on. like right now.saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk;kd;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;sssssssssssssssssssssigh,
See, Christmas is coming, right,and Terry’s parents are coming Christmas Eve and staying until Sunday, when they will leave and take #4 with them for the week. Cool, eh! Terry has to work Monday-Wednesday doing inventory so I’ll be Home Alone, as inventory days will be long and he’ll have to get up early, etc…
And my mother called earlier today, to announce that they’d be coming on the 26th and stay until Tuesday and I was all “great! Terry will be at work and this will give me someone to mess around with while Terry’s at work, maybe we could go to Savann”"ahfor the day or see the beach or something…Cool!”
Then I texted Terry of the plans and 30 seconds later he called back and said “Tell them they can’t come, we have plans and won’t be available” and I said
“no we don’t…”
and he said
“Yes We Do.”
and I said
“What plans” (because I’m dense like that)
and he said
and I said
and he said
“PLANS“so I go
So now I have NO IDEA what plans especially since he’s going to be at work those days but y’know…he’s never failed to surprise me yet.
So I called Mom back and said “PLANS“
and she says
and I said
“I have no idea, but Terry was emphatic, so…sorry…apparently we have PLANS“
So there we are…I reckon I’ll have to wait and see.
Filed under: kids
Yep, that’s me. I’m a MNNGPDELHKM. Wot? you say?
It’s like this. #4′s school is clear on the other side of town. Now, it’s not like we live in College Park and he goes to a private school in Chamblee and it’s an hour to get there. I get that. This is Statesboro and even if you catch all the red lights to anywhere it’s still only 10 minutes TOPS from where we live on the east side to where the school is all the way on the west…but still, it’s the principle of the thing.
I drive him to and from school every day. There’s no bus, so I have to. In the afternoon, I don’t wait in the car line for him to come out. No, I go in and remind him to write down his assignments, ask him if he has everything he needs, etc. Every day, same thing. “Got all your stuff, got what you need?” and he replies “Yessss Mommmmm” and I go OKEYDOKEYSMOKEY and we go home.
Once in a while, like today, he realizes he forgot something, a science book or a spelling thing or something he needs and he goes into full-on Beggery Mode.
“Oh Mom pleeeeeeese can we go back to the school and get my stuff Pleeeeeease”
and I say
“nope” because you see, as a MMNGPDELHMK, I am under no obligation to get back in the car, use another gallon of gas, and 30 minutes of my time that could be spent playing Solitaire on my computer to make sure my kid, who was instructed to get all his necessary stuff, has all his necessary stuff. Not gonna happen.
Today is worse than normal because he has a spelling test tomorrow and if he doesn’t turn the thing in that says he took a pretest at home, he’ll get a 0 for the spelling homework, and he’s funny like that, not wanting a 0 and all….but I asked him if he had what he needed and he was all Yeeesssss Mommmmmm so I figured he did. *shrug*
Also, the rule is that he can’t get on the computer, watch TV or play a video game until all his homework is done. If, for some reason, he is unable to finish his homework, let’s say HE FORGOT SOMETHING…O well, no electronic entertainment. So Sorry,Cholly.
He spent 15 minutes wailing and beating his breast and breathing chocolate mint fumes in my ear,begging and pleading and offering …oh wait, he didn’t offer anything…no “I’ll rake the patio” or “I’ll give the dogs a bath” in exchange for my 30 minutes and gallon of gas to take him there…just repeated pleading and fumes.
So no, I’m not taking my child back to the school to get a book. He’s a big boy, big enough to do his own laundry and scramble an egg,so he’s big enough to remember a schoolbook.
MNNGPDELHKM. I wear the label with pride.
Filed under: Uncategorized
So it’s the kind of blustery cold Southern winter day. It calls for warm cozy food and comfortable stuff like afghans and a cat in your lap and a dog laying on her back pleading “O pleeeeeze rub mah belly!”
And honestly, I was feeling incredibly uninspired kitchen-wise. Cramps abound, it’s that time of the month. I’ma- gonna bitch-slap Eve one day. It’s her fault.
So dinner on the menu read something about Pizza only I used up all the flour making biscotti for Christmas so alas, no pizza.
I Know! Bacon and eggs! Who doesn’t love bacon and eggs? no one in this house! Only…no bread for toast and frankly right now I can’t be more than 10 feet from a bathroom so maybe Terrycould buy some bread on the way home only I hate to ask him to do that after a long day’s work…OhI know! Cheese grits! Bacon and eggs and cheese grits all in a bowl together is quite possibly the world’s perfect combination. Plus it’s warm and cozy, belly filling and tasty. And of course I didnt’ take any pictures of it.
See, right now is…y’know…That Time Of The Month. Aunt Dot is Visiting. There’s a Communist In The Funhouse. It’s The Moon Hut and the She-wolf or something.
If you’re a woman you know what I mean, if you’re a man go do something masculine. and go away.
Which requires comfort food, warm and filling and soothing and followed up with chocolate. today that is in the form of Hersheys Dark Chocolate kisses and those Hersheys mint Chocolate kisses O yum.
And I’m watching a documentary of William Castle and his cheesy horror films. Which is both interesting and boring at the same time.
So… this is a very disjointed post.