Something to practice in your spare time

With a couple days of practice...or a couple of life times, you too can be part of Swan Lake. Just be sure to hang in there until the clapping. I think I could do the frog part....minus the upper body strength.

Queen of Freeze

Tonight while I was in the process of boycotting my role as the preparer of dinner, Greg pulled up a chair in front of the freezer accepting the fact that unless he wanted stale cheerios, the dinner mantle was upon his shoulders. I rarely go to the freezer for meals because usually it is too late for the selected item to be defrosted. Greg knew he would hit some jackpot....he just needed to invest some frosty finger time in the search (hence the chair.)

At any rate, dinner was prepared we all ate and our crankiness dissipated. Food is an easy solution to alleviating moodiness in our house.

It wasn't until later we laughed about the fact that the only frozen food items that didn't come in a Trader Joe's box or a plastic wrapped ditty from Costco was originally frozen by my mother-in-law. Lynn Davis is truly the "Queen of Freeze." She is pretty much the most amazingly resourceful woman I know and tonight she received an award in the area of frozen food. Among the items in my freezer which were from her kitchen was: chocolate cake (which I would usually throw out because I am too lazy to package it up,) shredded beef (fairly old to have been consumed tonight but so far there have not been any serious repercussions,) minestrone soup, etc.

The fact of the matter is I don't understand the language of freezer speak. If we didn't eat all of one particular meal, it goes in the fridge. If it hasn't been consumed by day three or if we find it in the fridge and don't remember the last time we actually ate it, the trash receives a new friend. Often times the tupperware containing the lively specimen is thrown out with it because neither Greg or I have the nose to deal with the aroma that would ensue. Lynn Davis on the other hand goes straight to the freezer with it in the proper freezer bag, sharpied with date and name. I need to learn freezer speak!

All in all, thanks to Queen of Freeze ala Lynn Davis, we were spared stale cheerios and had a delicious dinner. Lynn has way more to offer than Martha Stewart.

Superhero status

Yesterday while I was making dinner, a tearful Jamison came running down the stairs with an urgent message.

"Mom, my superhero fell in the toilet and is covered in poo." sniff sniff....watery eyes.

Apparently, this superhero was not so super enough that he could rescue himself from his current dirty dilemma so I sarcastically exclaimed, "Well, reach in a get him out and then wash your hands."

"I can't, I'll get poo on me!!" sniff sniff sniff.

At this point, I knew I was going to have to dive in as the size of this particular superhero would clog the toilet if it were flushed...not to mention Jamison would take a week to recover if his superhero joined the depths of the San Diego sewer.

Thanks to a "super" spoon with a long handle, the incredible hulk was rescued and bathed in bleach.

Who's the superhero now?