~~~I love lasagna. Especially the way Superman makes it. He hasn’t made it in years. Generally when he makes it, he uses almost every pot, pan, spoon, bowl and dish we have then expects me to clean it up.
Fugetaboutit! That is just not part of the lazy life style I have come to enjoy, but the cravings…they wouldn’t go away. I’ve been wracking my brain for something that meets all the pasta/meet/sauce/cheese requirements that leaves me with little to no clean up. Meat filled ravioli. Bingo. So, I made “lasagna” last night replacing the noodles and meat with that. It took me all of 5 minutes to get it all in the dish…and the second best thing of all……there was noooo cleanup. Muahahahahaha. The best thing was that it tasted just like lasagna. The brilliant award goes to me!
~~ I put Vaseline on my feet every morning in the winter. I heart Vaseline. So does my dry feet. So does my cat Sebastian. He is weird.
~~ Superman’s car is in the shop. Which means that not only did I shuttle the girl around all weekend, but Superman too. I’m going to invest in a taxi meter.
~~ Even though everyone and their brother is sick unto death of the snow, I’m rather enjoying driving in it. Mainly so I can park my car. The city plowed my car in. Then the neighbor man with his little plow on the front of his 3-wheeler shoveled even more snow all around. Superman had to push me through the first time, but now there is a wee path that I can drive on. Sooooo fun. And when I park at night, the little path that I have made is not always visible so I slide into my spot like a stunt car driver. Takes me back to when I used to go mudding in Missouri.
~~ I have a new favorite cereal. Frosted flakes. Superman told me you are what you eat, so he gets pork butt for supper tonight.
Hello Monday. Even after I’ve banned you from the calendar, you continue continue to show up. Take the hint. Your not wanted!
I have a new cat. His name is Sebastian, and he is one ugly cat. Tried to get a picture of the boy, but he just won’t sit still.
The girl brought him over 2 months ago. He was cold, dirty and flea infested. She and her sad puppy dog eyes begged me to take him in. I said no. I didn’t want fleas in the house, but I relented insofar as I put a can of cat food outside for him to eat.
His mewing was pitiful. Stab you in the heart pitiful.
So the next day I brought him in. Contrary to popular opinion I’m not heartless. Superman tells me I’m a marshmallow filled with marshmallow fluff.
He promptly got a flea bath and was quarantined in his own room for over a month till the fleas died.
There in that quarantined room I fell in love with the bugger.
He now has taken over the house. The oldest cat puts up with him because he makes her put up with him. The middle cat is bigger than he is and she whomps him all the time.
In other news….well…there isn’t really any other news. Life is slow and boring here at the house of chocolate. Until Sebastian decides to play ‘tackle the other cats at CC’s feet’. Both my legs bare the marks of said “fun”.
A long time ago, about 21 years to be exact, I had this marvelous coat. It was hunter green. It was fleece. It was perfect. The pockets were perfect. The fit was perfect. The amount of warmth it provided was perfect. I loved that coat.
One day I noticed that the pocket was torn, so I sewed it up. Superman saw me doing that and suggested it was time to get a new coat. I protested…mightily. Through sheer will I made that coat last another 2 years. Superman still had no idea how many times I sewed up various parts of that coat when he wasn’t around. Finally he made me throw it away…under MUCH weeping and gnashing of teeth. I still remind him of that coat from time to time…but I’m not bitter.
Over the years I have had other beloved items. Particularly sweaters. The one I’m wearing right now is one of them. It used to be a lovely rose color. Now it is a …uh…dusty faded pink, and has some slight bleach spots on the arms, but it fits perfect. The pockets are perfect. The amount of warmth it provides is perfect. Suuuurrre it is pilly in some places and snagged in many others, but it still is perfect.
3 days ago the girl pointed out that I have a hole in the back of it. Fortunately Superman doesn’t know yet. He doesn’t know that I’ve already sewed up one of the pockets, and today….today I’m sewing up that hole. I can make this one last AT LEAST another 2 years before he gets a hold of it.
Just so you know, next Monday I’ll be much happier because I will have acquired one more hour of sleep, thank you daylight savings time.
Saturday Superman and I were discussing the fact that he hasn’t had any tickets/wrecks in quite some time, and I had to brag that I hadn’t been on the receiving end of a ticket since about 14 years ago…pat myself on the back.
Sunday I was driving up to the parents. I was blasting some Carrie Underwood and singing at the top of my lungs because Carrie Underwood is great to belt songs with. Had I a hair brush that would have been my microphone. I saw some flashing lights in my rear view. Didn’t even cross my mind that they were for me…until they didn’t stop. oopsie
Well, Mr. Babyface Officer said I was doing 43 in a 25. I think Mr. Babyface just wanted to see me smile, because his radar HAD to be miscalibrated. I don’t drive fast. Mr. Babyface, don’t hand people $90 tickets and then tell them to have a nice day. Your words are futile.
The word just inspires peace.
Want to see some more peace?
This is the view outside our room. Actually I was standing inside our room to take the picture.
This crane has been here since we have. It is so funny to watch.
This is where we are staying. Our room is 3rd from the left side.
You are allowed to drive on the beach. It is the coolest thing EVER. Except for the view, and the jacuzzi tub, and the everything else.
Hello Monday. I’m for once happy to see you. You see Monday…on vacation… is a beautiful thing!
Before we left on vacation, I consulted my good friend Google for directions on how to navigate to Corolla, NC. Google was great up to a certain point.
Then I totally feel that Google was misled, because I KNOW Google would never steer me wrong.
Go I 77 south…check
Take 64 E…check
Take exit 177 for I 295…uhhh….I don’t see that Superman! NO, wait…264 and 295 are the same thing. Panic averted…check
Hey! Navigator what do I do now?
SM squints at the instructions…then, because he can’t see them, he hands my phone to me as I’m speeding down I264/295 doing 70 and being passed by all. Dude! I’m driving here! Your gonna have to read it to me!
Take exit 15B to go I64 W…huh? Okay…exit 15B it is. Only….we are not on I 64…but we are going west, when we are supposed to go south, huh…SM! Wake up! I don’t know where to go. I don’t know where we are going!! SM!!!!!
Squint, squint, tries to hand my phone over. CC is now in full panic mode.
Take exit 291 B to merge with 168 S Great Bridge/Nags Head Okay. I’m looking for the ever elusive exit only there isn’t a 291. CC continues to drive, panicked and nauseous. Superman tries to go back to sleep, but OH NO! If I’m panicked, then he is going to panic with me! It is only fair.
Finally I see 168 S. Whew….only not.
I turn us on to 168 S Business route. At least we found a Walmart to stop at, get me something that I had forgot to pack, and get directions. Real directions GOOGLE. Real directions.
More driving. More muttering under my breath. More looking for a Great Bridge/Nags Head exit. Hey Google! They don’t have that sign up anymore. Ya might want to redo some directions,,,,
Finally we see a sign for Great Bridge, so I follow that one, thinking that at least now I’m going south instead of west. And Hey! Google! 168 turns into 158. Might want to tell the next people this so they don’t try to kill their navigator. It would save some angst…lots of angst.
But we made it. It is lovely here and SM wants to move here.
We ate at a fabulous Italian restaurant last night. The waitress was Russian. She said she moved here because she fell in love. Obviously she is a spy. Seriously. Hasn’t anyone watched CSI, NCIS, or SVU?