House Full Of Bums

Let me preface by saying, that I'm not feeling well. And, I did sleep until some time after noon.

But, that is really beside the point . . .

After a little puttering around, fixing some coffee for myself, I sat down on the backsteps with a little something to eat while I bonded with my husband, as he raked the backyard.

My little Elijah starts asking for a sandwich.

ME: "But, you just ate."
E: "I want a sandwich."
ME: "Come on. I just sat down."
E: "Gimme a sandwich."
ME: "What do you say when you want something?"
E: "Sandwich."
ME: "Say, 'Please', Bum."
E: "Please, Bum."

My husband chuckles. Saying, "You really set yourself up for that one."

As I stomp back into the house . . .

Bastards!

I'm in a really strange mood . . .

So strange, in fact, that I've taken some ground beef out to maybe cook spaghetti later.

I boiled some eggs and potatoes. And, made a potato salad.

I fried up my last eggplant from my garden. You know, fried green tomatoes? Well, I have found out the New York way is fried eggplant. That's what the Italians told me.

No, I'm not pregnant. I just feel like cooking a bit.

So, I have this one last cucumber from my garden . . .

I'm looking online for a recipe for the lone cucumber.

This is it below.

Cool Cucumber Salad

Ingredients (use vegan versions):

1 large cucumbers
teaspoon milk subsitute
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
2 teaspoon finely chopped red onion (optional)
salt
pepper
sugar

Directions:

Peel cucumbers and slice thin. Layout them out on a cookie sheet and pour salt over the entire batch. Let them sit for 10 minutes. Pour them into a large bowl and squeeze them dry. Remove the liquid. Add vinegar ,milk and onion. Finely add salt, pepper and a pinch of vegan sugar. Chill for 30 minutes. I also like it room temperature.

Enjoy as a light addition to any meal.

Serves: 2
Preparation time: 10 minutes

I could be wrong. But, this recipe is way too complicated for me. It's not like I have an onion to chop up . . . but, I can't see me doing more chopping.

After all, I chopped up the eggplant, didn't I?.

Oh wait. The chopped onion is optional. So, I slice up the cucumbers. And, squeeze them dry? Not liking this part . . . but, I will try it.

Like I said . . . I'm in a really strange mood.

Matchbox Twenty . . . I'm crying for my love for them . . .

In other exciting news . . . WooHoo!! . . . I've learned to post some YouTube!!!
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In more exciting news . . . this is about as political as me or this blog as ever been.
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So much so, that when I was spelling political, it was more like p--o--l--i--t--i--c--a--l.
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See . . . how far I've come!!!!
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But, wait a minute, this video is full of democrats . . .
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Who am I kidding? I'm just glad that I still look OK air guitaring to my boy, Rob Thomas!

This. Can't. Be. Good.

Faith: I have a friend at school.
ME: Oh, yeah? What's the name of your new friend?
Faith: Brandon. [she sort of sings the name]
ME: Why are you smiling so much?
Faith: He's cuuute. [all smiles and still sort of singing it]

I think I caught my husband shooting fake bullets to his head.

The whole time, I'm like, in my head . . . "I'm not my mother. I'm not my mother. I'm going to handle this better than my mother. I know that I can do this."

Also, just trying to not relive my earliest memories of first grade when I was told that I wouldn't date TILL I WAS SIXTEEN! So, don't even think of liking that boy!!

Probably one of the sweetest things ever said to me . . .

As I put my Elijah to bed, I lay down in the bed with him to see how he is doing. Just to have a little night-time talk.

He says, almost in a whisper, "I like your big, beautiful, blue eyes."

I say to him, "Why, thank you, baby. I like yours too."

It's true . . . my eyes are not blue . . . but, by God, I sure should be able to enjoy the compliments that he gets to hear all damn day, I birthed the child!

So, thank you, baby, for passing some of it on to your mother.

Summer Harvest

 

We were the only ones fully clothed . . .

 

Long Beach, NY

 

Summer Sweets

 

At least at preschool, there is a choice of programs . . .

But, as far as I can see, there is only one program for Kindergarten.

It's be there at 8 am . . . or else!

I like choices. I must not like too much change. And, frankly, I'm a bit disappointed at the strict regimen.

Come on . . . where is the choice of 8am or 12:30pm?

I don't have a problem with a 12:30pm to 7 pm program. We'd pick her up just in time for bedtime. [I so bad!]

The public school system definitely needs a complete overhaul.

I might be tempted to vote at the next election. I'm going to change the system for sure . . . afterall, I'm all about change! HA!

Well, here is a picture of our Kindergartener. She had a great half day.

There is Elijah supporting his big sister's big day. Now, that he has two pairs of Cars sneakers to wear--I believe he is ready for school himself. He is going with Cars pull-ups and Cars sneakers. Doesn't this just spell "ready"?

As for myself, I did cry some tears. But, I must admit that I think my tears are flowing from a selfish heart.

I am happy for my big girl.

But, HOW IN THE WORLD am I going to attempt to adjust to an earlier wakeup! Doing breakfasts! Making lunches! Getting hair decent looking! Making sure that teeth get brushed! The list! . . . it just goes on and on . . .

I know. You hear violins, right?

But, I'm just completely devastated . . .

[she slumps down from her chair . . . crawls into bed . . . because she has to do it all again tomorrow!]