I’m tired today, so no pithy comments, no witty jokes, not even a list of bizarre and funny things. Just me, tired. But not too tired to blog.
I swear I’m not getting obsessed, I just thought I’d provide an update. We got through the week okay, and I thought every recipe we tried was pretty good. I’d make some minor adjustments here or there next time, but all in all the cookbook is worth it as a cookbook and as a lesson in nutrition. The children hated everything and Charlotte survived the week by eating bread and butter. It seems that hunger does not induce her to eat what she’s given, but only induces her to scream and flail around. Only once, on Wednesday night, did I have a total emotional breakdown and ask the Ogre to go get pizza and chocolate chip cookie dough. Because I don’t have an emotional relationship with food at all.
Thanks to Melanie, a fellow UD grad, I asked the Ogre to pick up this book for me at the library. I’m trying to staunch my Netflix habit (which is really a shame, because all four seasons of Psych are now streaming) and I know if I set out to read what I should be reading (Orthodoxy) I’ll just flip a few pages and give up in favor of Instant Entertainment! So I’m easing myself back into reading with a great fiction book. It is great, too. Not scholastic, but great fiction, and it was written by someone who is neither JK Rowling nor Stephanie Meyer, which means the Ogre isn’t harassing me too much about it. Although he did ask if I was now reading romance novels. (I don’t know why. Neither the cover nor the name implies romance.)
The book is about time travel. I wish we had that technology now, because I would really like to travel back in time and date Robert Redford and Richard Wilbur. Not at the same time, of course. I’m not that kinda girl.
But apparently I am the kind of girl who dates men she’s not married to. It’s okay, the Ogre would understand. It’s Robert Redford and Richard Wilbur, for heaven’s sake!
Fair is Fair
I told him it’s okay if he dates Lucy Liu. So we’re even. He doesn’t even need a time travel machine for that one, so really I’m being generous.
National Grouch Day
Speaking of the Ogre, it’s National Grouch Day. Here’s a little something for the very special man I married. (Thanks to my sis for the email!)
Aday for all Grouches to celebrate their way of life.
A Grouch’s mission in life is to be as miserable and grouchy as possible, and pass that feeling on to everyone else. Only then will a Grouch feel in touch with his or her world and be happy. Yet, even though a Grouch may show happiness at anyone’s misfortune (including his or her own), a Grouch would never admit to being happy. Such is the stability of a Grouch’s life: so balanced, and yet so unbalanced.
(To be fair, the Ogre is always much happier and more even-keeled than I am. He just looks grouchy and, um, doesn’t really like people.)
40 Days for Life
Since it’s 40 Days for Life this month, I’m toying with the idea of writing my own story about how being open to life has transformative powers, but I keep feeling like the blogosphere is drowning in those stories. Also, I’m not really sure that yet another true story would accomplish the intended purpose (changing minds and saving lives). Thoughts? Suggestions? I would really appreciate feedback on this one.
Happy Friday, everyone! Go and visit Jen for more Quick Takes. This week she’s providing us with a handy guide to scorpion-killing. This is helpful if you live in Texas like she does, or if, like me, you live in a place where God never intended anyone to live, which is why He built a frakking desert here.