Mmm. Yesterday I made the best pot of chicken soup. Last week I had boiled down rotisserie chicken leftovers to make stock, and it came out so full-flavored. The soup I made yesterday just tasted so rich; I wish it wasn’t all gone! My brother and I were totally spoiled growing up because with the exception of tomato soup, all the other soups we ate were homemade by my mom or Babci (that’s “grandmother” in Polish, if you haven’t heard it before). I think one of the reasons I loved my Babci’s soup so much was because she chopped everything up so teeny tiny. Yes, I know on the soup commercials they brag about “big chunks of chicken and vegetables,” but… I don’t know. To me that just doesn’t taste as good as the itty-bitty cubes of potato, carrot, and celery. So that’s what I did. Typically I like barley in my soup, but I decided to be crazy and go with egg noodles because I thought Jake would be more likely to eat them than the barley (and I was right).
Also, Drew had a funny story earlier. I’m working tonight and he called and was looking for dinner ideas for the boys. I told him that Jake would eat the rest of the soup and to take a container of beef and bean stew out of the freezer for Noah. He warmed it up in the microwave and then set it on the counter. Meanwhile, he wasÂ puttingÂ Jake’s soup on the tableÂ and he turned around and saw that in a matterÂ of about 20 secondsÂ Noah had stepped on the bottom of the stove (you know, the drawer thing that electric stoves have), had somehow opened up the spice drawer which is right next to the stove, had gotten a spoon, knocked the bowl into the drawer and somehow with the spoon moved it closer to him, and was eating the stew like that. He makes me crazy with his fearlessness! (Don’t worry, the stove was NOT hot.) But I guess he really does like that stew! He just couldn’t wait to eat it!
I really hate things that were designed with the right intention, but just don’t deliver on it. Case in point: the bag carousel at Walmart. Does your Walmart have these things? I understand that it makes it easier for the cashier to place items in a bag, spin it to the next ready bag, fill that one, and so on. However, there have been several times when I’m just not fast enough to get all the bags in my cart before she spins it around and there have been many times where I almost forget a bag. Well, this morning the inevitable happened. I drove all the way home and was putting away the groceries and thinking, “Hey, where are those Boca burgers? Hey, where are those new apple-strawberry chips?” I ran out to the Jeep to make sure I brought everything in. I rechecked all the bags. I made sure that Noah didn’t randomly drag a bag into the living room. Nope. They were still at the store. And I wasn’t about to drive 20 minutes there and 20 minutes back to retrieve them. (The cashier probably wouldn’t have even remembered). Frustrating. There has got to be a better system.
I’m really in a cranky mood today. I’m bummed about our house, I’m bummed because I ate junky food all day yesterday, I’m bummed because it’s super cold out. I just keep focussing on the fact that next week at this time we’ll be on vacation, and hopefully not thinking about anything even vaguely related to the real world. I’m also hoping that my MIL will agree to watch the boys on Friday so Drew and I can go on a date night. We have a gift certificate to PF Chang’s that he got for his birthday last year… in April! Yeah, so I think we should get around to using that, huh?
Not much else is new. We had a pretty nice weekend. There was another house showing yesterday, but as usual, there was something about it (this time, it was the way the lot is layed out) that the buyer didn’t like. I’m getting tired of hearing that our house is perfect for someone except for this one thing (whatever that sticking item may be). I’m also at the point where I feel disgusted every time I head up our driveway. I just don’t even want to see the house anymore or deal with it in any way.
Bright and early this morning (8 AM! I love when I can get an appointment that early!) I went to the hairdresser’s and got a little more than 3 inches cut. I should have taken the photo right away when it was still nicely coiffed, but this will have to suffice. I’m soooo happy with this length, the layers, and the fact that it works with my curls (though obviously you don’t see that here; you’ll just have to trust me). Hooray for good haircuts!
But good news for my tastebuds — this weekend a Cold Stone Creamery is opening just down the road from the wine shop. Now, I’ve heard lots of good things about this place, though I’ve never been to one. Just looking at the ice cream on this flyer, though is making about five pounds settle on my hips — yikes! At least it’s far enough away that IÂ couldn’t walk there and back within five minutes. The Ben & Jerry’s that used to be two doors down was very dangerous, especially during the summer. I just could not resist their Strawberry Lemonade Smoothie. I’m sure it is partially responsible for the pounds I packed on towards the end of last year!
“Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.”
– Oscar Wilde
I saw this on Christina‘s blog and thought I’d do it, too. And just like she did, I’m also adding five songs that make me think of my sweetest sweetie
Not counting the relationship you may currently be in, post five songs that remind you of five exes/former crushes:
1. Justin gets two because he’s special : “Both Hands” by Ani DiFranco and “Mr. Right Now” by The Nields.
2. Peter: “Black” by Pearl Jam
3. Will: “The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove” by Dead Can Dance
4. Terry: “Pictures of You” by The Cure
5. Paul: “Never Going Back” by Morphine
And five for Drew:
1. “Into My Arms” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (our wedding song)
2. “Queen Elvis II” by Robyn Hitchcock
3. “A Little Rain” by Tom Waits
4. “Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta” by Geto Boys
5. “My Son” by Rosemary Caine (because if it weren’t for this song, I would never have heard him sing, never have had a secret little crush on him, never have wanted to see the band play live, never have e-mailed him, and never have met him.)
I am *dragging* this week. I’ve had so much to do lately (and granted, not all of it is absolutely necessary, but it’s stuff I want to do, which is just as important). I am trying to make lists of things I need to pack for this weekend (the boys and I are heading up to visit my parents), and trying to get organized for our vacation in less than two weeks. I have to find Noah’s bathing suit among the piles of 24-month clothes in the closet, I need to locate snowpants, I need to make a list of everything we’ll need… yikes! Plus, this afternoon I need to finish a diaper cake I’m delivering this weekend, I need to go to Wal*Mart, I need to finish putting together my final SP9 package and get it mailed out this weekend… and the list goes on and on.