I Am Older Still

My friend Margie took me out for my birthday, and these were our pop cans!, how appropriate. We were at the tiniest Mexican restaurant ever and it was so delicious, made more so by the company. My birthday is also the anniversary of my being commissioned as an EM, which is way cooler to celebrate.

Windows Blown

This is what I find every time I go to drive one of our cars after a teen boy has driven. The stereo bass is pegged,so when I blast my music, I get blown away by the bass, windows shaking and everything.

Beauty Parlor Again

Schnitzel's groomer/breeder actually called me today, to mention that it had been a very long time since Schnitzel had been groomed.  He was looking so cute and scruffy. I hate taking him to the groomer; he gets all nervous and vibratey, and cries when I leave.  That is why I put it off for so long.  When I went to pick him up, he ran up to me and I did not recognize him! They balded him. The groomer said he had looked like some dog that had been rescued when I dropped him off, which was a little harsh.  So now he looks like a real Schnauzer, but not like my Schnitzel.  Ted feels that now he will look presentable to our esteemed guests who will be dining with us this week.  I say, they would have liked him much better, all scruffy.  We will have to wait for their opinion, although I suspect they are more cat people than dog people.  The groomer made me promise that I would bring him in more often. But now that they have balded him, I am even more reluctant.

Trifle Trouble

I am attempting to make a fruit trifle, in little jars, to take to my friends at church tomorrow.  Once again I am experimenting on those whom I love.  It was kind of hard to smoosh all the ingredients into a little jar, but I hope that does not affect the taste.  While I was slaving away on this endeavor,  Isaac was bemoaning his belief that I only do these desserts for others, and never for the family, him in particular. He said how much he LOVED a fruit trifle, and how I NEVER make them for the family.  I posited that he only loves the pastry cream in the trifle, and not the entire trifle, but he disputed this.  Then he said that when he finally picks his birthday dinner, he will pick a trifle for his dessert. 

I ended up making way too much of the different parts that go into it, so I made a normal sized one for the family from leftover ingredients.  Then I had the gall to say that this could count as his birthday trifle.  After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, he stated, unequivocally, that an "incidental" trifle was not going to count as his birthday trifle, and he is still going to request it for his birthday dinner….

I cannot believe how much ado there has been about this trifle today.

Thanksgiving in September

This is what happens when your freezer goes kaput, and you have to eat everything in it. Thanksgiving in September, and grateful guests! What also happens, is that you have to give away gallons and gallons of frozen milk, which means grateful neighbors. A lovely fake Thanksgiving, the boys were thrilled that we had to eat the turkey.

School Days

The school year has begun in earnest, with Jack,  as usual buried in homework.  They are trying a new "House System" at school this year, it is kind of like Harry Potter, and all the boys are in House Dublin. I hope they have another great year!