Better, but still shouldn't be cooking it seems...
Dinner's in the oven.
Can't tell ya how long it's been in there.
Or what it's going to turn out to be. Heck. I'm usually a pretty good throw-together cook. Things generally turn out edible. Of course, the fact that Grayson wasn't up for liking the mixing bowl isn't really a good sign is it? I mean, he was fighting David to eat things off the floor I'd already eaten once earlier in the week. Ok, ok, TMI, I know. Still I wrote it and it's there! And we know nothing can ever be deleted from the electronic universe! Oh, I should probably clarify that only Grayson wanted the vomit to eat. David had other, more sanitary, plans for it.
Anyway, I looked in the fridge tonight and found frozen ground pork! Genuis! Eggrolls it is!
But then when I looked in the fridge I got distracted by the pretty feta cheese.
So I reopened the freezer and pulled out some spinach for Spanikopita. Mmmmm..... iron.
But then I reopened the fridge and dumped a dollop of ginger paste on the browning pork. And realized there was no cabbage for the eggrolls.
But then I saw the tomatoes. Oh, the droolingly good hothouse tomatoes our neighbors gave us. Yay neighbors with hothouse.
So I added some phyllo dough, olive oil and garlic and put it in the oven.
Bet Dave eats it anyway.
Ah, heavy drug induced stupor.
We're not in Kansas anymore.
Um... since when does Santa hang out on the ocean floor and rappel off skyscrapers?
http://www.wcpo.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=fe8c2b9e-8107-47f1-a046-b2df44adff45
Oh my. I've moved into a very, very strange little world.
Well, at least the sky is still blue.
I Never Got Sick Like This When I Was Teaching
Truth. I'm not even lying.
Happy Thanksgiving y'all! I hope the turkey day was bright and shiny and reminded each of all he or she has been blessed with.
As for us, we managed to get into NYC by 6pm, goof off with the inlaws for a bit and still settle in for a good night's sleep. Elissa put on a great feast on Friday and we took his youngest sister in to Chinatown on Saturday (had a heck of a time getting back). Brunch on Sunday and it was time to go home. Quick, easy trip. Except for the sick part.
I have never been in NYC without being sick. From a mission trip in high school in the middle of summer while I had a sinus infection (not so bad), to the year Em & I went to Times Square with friends (very bad--I had to try to clean up their entire bathroom at 3am without waking anyone), I have been sick, sick, sick.
This time around I started to feel ill on Thrusday, but managed to fake it until we were in the car on the way home Sunday. There's nothing quite like being out with your sister-in-law and her cool friends doing cool stuff and feeling like elves are doing the samba in your throat. No more babysitting for sick kids for me! No sirry-bob.
But now I am better. My husband said that on Monday and Tuesday I looked like I was considering just maybe crawling into a corner to curl up and die, but now I'm just pale and shaky.
That said I have to say it's way cooler to have a David than my parents around when I'm sick. My parents were always the type to give me some pills and leave me on the couch to get better with as little other contact as possible. Sick kids did get full control of the remote.
David's all like "what can I get you?" and "do you need me to take you to ready care?" and "I can clean that up for you." and "Don't cry honey, you're going to feel all right again soon." Dang, I married a great guy. He even went to the store yesterday at 7am to buy saltines and gatorade before he left for work.
Ok that's the end of my non-story. Off to find my cellphone charger.
I love being married.
I made povitica, so David wrote the Thanksgiving Email to my family.
I had to work so David got the supplies for the trip.
I made the dinner and David did the dishes
I cleared off the porch & took out the trash so he deposited my paycheck & took the dog to dog camp.
I packed the car so David did the laundry.
Sure is easier than being single.
Ok, so the whole "Riverview is an idol" thing. It's pretty weird. I know the body is all over the place and in so many churches. But I've loved being at Riv so much I think I've put it up on a silly pedestal. I've been down here visiting churches and catagorically ruling them out. Which has been, on the whole, good. There are certain places we shouldn't be.
But we did find one. And we've been busily trying to talk ourselves out of it. I don't want to go to a church that doesn't have heat (not when it's kinda cold, not when it's freezing). I do like that they're taking the call to live their ministry so steadfastly. Can I manage that? Can I do the inner city renewal thing and really invest in the crazy communist-style community? I guess we'll see.
I love sushi. I love Wii. I love the people in Lansing. Thanks Jenny & Pete. 'night.
Ok, Brain Dump
1. Saw a documentary last night with discussion group called "The Yes Men". Watched my husbands's eyes light up in the same way they do when I make povitica. Signed up to become a yes man.
Oh, go see it already.
2. I think Riverview has become an idol for me. I expected church on Sunday to be the best thing of the weekend--to go in, feel the fit, be challenged and walk out renewed. Was good. But didn't happen. Also, I realized I mentally hear all the signs posted around Riverview read out in Noel's voice ("Coffee", "Please do not throw hygiene products in the toilets. Please use the bins provided") except for the program/bullitien thing. I hear that in Steve's.
3. I've got to go to work, but have 8 more points.
Oh. My. Word.
Quick Praise & Prayer Request:
One of my friends who has been trying to get pregnant for eight years just got the news that she's 2 months along with TRIPLETS!
Holy Cow.
Yay God.
Eeeps!
