He looks pretty good in them!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Four-eyes
B got glasses this week! Tristan got glasses in fourth grade. I didn't get them until my first year of college. I guess he got lucky and got his dad's genes.
He looks pretty good in them!
He looks pretty good in them!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Real friends share recipes
On a crazy whim the other day I started a recipe swap blog for friends to share recipes amongst friends. I invited a bunch of you, but it was kind of annoying how I had to invite, so I know I didn't get all of you. If you are interested in becoming an author leave me a comment and I will send you an invite.
Or you can just check it out: http://www.realfriendssharerecopes.blogspot.com/
Or you can just check it out: http://www.realfriendssharerecopes.blogspot.com/
Thursday, March 24, 2011
A symbol of my husband
My husband has few vices. One is popcorn and one is sunflower seeds. I suppose that is healthier vice than my sweets, so I can't complain too much. When we were first married, my mother-in-law used to buy popcorn in huge bags from Sams. (And yes, this is where he gets his passion for popcorn). And we would go to her house to refill our supply. She must have given us this bucket to use to get started.
Since then, we can now afford our own popcorn but the bucket has stayed. I think years ago I tried to get him to get a new container for it. It would get cracked and he would quietly patch it up with mans best friend (duct tape). I'm not one to notice details, especially when it doesn't affect my life. I hardly ever make popcorn myself. That is his his job. So the bucket must have become something that I became so used to that I didn't see it anymore.
So, this morning Capri was rummaging through the pantry looking for fallen scraps (we do feed her occasionally), and she dropped the popcorn bucket. Luckily not on her toes. (Although about ten minutes previously she did drop a huge lotion container on my toes almost breaking them).
And the old decrepit plastic just couldn't hold up anymore. Another hole was broken and popcorn went everywhere. After not knowing whether to laugh or cry, I picked up that old popcorn bucket and took a closer look. I didn't realize it was so worn out and how many patches were covering various mishaps.
I'm not sure if that original date that my mother-in-law wrote was 6-91 or 6-97. I wouldn't be surprised at either. Then I realized how symbolic this bucket is to my husband. He is frugal to a fault. If I was the popcorn maker I would have thrown this hunk of junk out long ago. My husband finds value in keeping that could still work with a little help. He can't stand wasting money.
And so, faithful little popcorn bucket, your master wasn't here for your latest mishap to save you. And you find yourself in the garbage and the popcorn now has a new container. You will always be remembered for your service to our family. RIP
Since then, we can now afford our own popcorn but the bucket has stayed. I think years ago I tried to get him to get a new container for it. It would get cracked and he would quietly patch it up with mans best friend (duct tape). I'm not one to notice details, especially when it doesn't affect my life. I hardly ever make popcorn myself. That is his his job. So the bucket must have become something that I became so used to that I didn't see it anymore.
So, this morning Capri was rummaging through the pantry looking for fallen scraps (we do feed her occasionally), and she dropped the popcorn bucket. Luckily not on her toes. (Although about ten minutes previously she did drop a huge lotion container on my toes almost breaking them).
And the old decrepit plastic just couldn't hold up anymore. Another hole was broken and popcorn went everywhere. After not knowing whether to laugh or cry, I picked up that old popcorn bucket and took a closer look. I didn't realize it was so worn out and how many patches were covering various mishaps.
I'm not sure if that original date that my mother-in-law wrote was 6-91 or 6-97. I wouldn't be surprised at either. Then I realized how symbolic this bucket is to my husband. He is frugal to a fault. If I was the popcorn maker I would have thrown this hunk of junk out long ago. My husband finds value in keeping that could still work with a little help. He can't stand wasting money.
And so, faithful little popcorn bucket, your master wasn't here for your latest mishap to save you. And you find yourself in the garbage and the popcorn now has a new container. You will always be remembered for your service to our family. RIP
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