The angels must have felt bad about the roof, the rain and all of the crying. A few days passed, and I thought, maybe, just maybe, Lady Luck would be on my side for a change. I am tellin’ ya, I rolled a hard eight! Plugged the 46″ HD LCD TV in for a slight chance that all it needed was a few days to dry out. Front line winner, chicken dinner! Got a working TV!
Now, about that roof…
One of my favorite Christmas songs. Of course. One can never go wrong with John Lennon. Or the Beatles for that matter. Love them.
The Christmas season approached like a much dreaded doctors appointment. You think it is so far away and then all of a sudden, you wake up and realize that the day is upon you, whether you like it or not, ready or not. Christmas for me is a double edged sword. I absolutely love spending time with family, seeing the excitement in my kids, but there is also the pang of the crazy amount of money spent, money that could have been used for other needed things. (Like a new roof….I will get to that!) I try not to be scroogey, but when you have been unemployed for 6 months throughout the year, the extra “fun” money is not really there any more and what you used to spend on movies and pizza is now spent on the electric bill and milk. Oh, well. Our favorite phrase, when times are tough is “big picture…no one has cancer” but that cannot be said anymore.
My uncle has cancer. He is not an “old” uncle. He is a youthful, maybe 60 if not 59 year old uncle. He has hair down to the middle of his back and a beard just as long. He plays rock and roll on his many guitars and has an affinity for really good music. He also loves the Beatles,(my cousin was named after a Beatles song) as well as Eric Clapton, playing the harmonica and expensive whiskey. His sense of humor is legendary in our family and spending but one hour with him will have you laughing so hard, you will start to feel pain in your face! He is a modern day “hippy” and one of the coolest guys you would ever want to know.
Our family is no stranger to the nasty C. Three of my grandparents had lung cancer, now my dad’s brother has been stricken with it. He had a lung removed in October and the good news is, when there is good news with cancer, it has not spread. It was contained in one lung and the removal of said lung has essentially removed the cancer. Now, as a preventative, he is undergoing chemotherapy. We went for a visit on Tuesday night. He was getting another round of chemo the day before Christmas Eve and was going to spend his Christmas this year sick. His attitude about it is so inspirational. He laughed and expressed how grateful he was to be alive. Although the chemo would make him sick on Christmas, he told us he was OK with that. One year of being sick with chemo on Christmas, would make him have many more healthy Christmas seasons. He joked about how vain people are. When someone goes through chemo, they usually worry about their hair falling out. Now, my uncle has a head of hair. If I had to guess, he has not cut his hair in over 20 years. And now, it is starting to fall out. He laughed about it, and said “big deal…it is just hair. Not like my arms or eyes are falling out!” Not so sure if I could look at it like that if I were in his shoes. I think that is why he is doing so well! His attitude. He looks amazing and is handling everything so fantastic. I am proud of him.
For the first time in a long time, I did not host Christmas Eve. My mother in law wanted a turn as she has just remodeled her basement and was excited to have a party! At first I was a little hesitant to give up hosting duties. It is one of the days of the year I look forward to fondly. Only because I love to cook and bake and put out a spread that is quite impressive, if I do say so myself! The whole family gets into the preparations and we all do our part. Mr. T. puts together a fantastic bar area with everything from wine, assorted beer, our traditional snowflake martini’s as well as any other spirit that would suit your fancy! The kids help with cleaning and decorating and we all make Christmas cookies so that we are able to put out a nice tray of them on the dessert table. With me being in school now, and having a final on December 15th, I gave up being the hostess. After it had sunk in, I was actually relieved! It is a lot of work and a lot of cash to throw a Christmas party, and I was off the hook this year!
We went over to Mr. T.’s parents house about 4PM on Christmas Eve. It had rained most of the day, and the snow on the ground was melting quickly, leaving the ground a soppy mess. Forget about a white Christmas…how about a “wet” Christmas? We had a great time, the kids as well as the adults, were spoiled! By 10PM we were ready to come home and get on with our own traditions. We walked in the door, happy and tired, with the kids chattering about how early they were going to get up. I suddenly had a very sick feeling in my stomach. We are no strangers to water trouble when it rains as long as it has the past day. Remember this? Storms, sewers and Mikey the Plumber
Well, we walked in, I immediately went into the living room and was met with a puddle of water…on my 46″ HD LCD TV…all over my new TV console….alll over the floor…dripping from the ceiling….quickly. I had to really control my emotions. My instinct was to collapse to the floor and wail. My kids were standing right there and the chattering quickly stopped. The stood there in silence as they looked at me with genuine concern. They sprang into action, grabbing towels. My oldest boy that is quickly turning into a man, helped me try to sop everything up and move the console table and tv. When Mr. T. came in from unloading the car, he just looked at me, and in his good natured way, said to me, “It is OK…it is going to be fine.” Well, once we got the water cleaned up, the TV moved out of the way of Niagra Falls, and a few buckets placed to catch the water (and my tears!) along with many towels, we re-plugged in the 46″ HD LCD TV (that is one year old as of December 11th!) AND……nothing. The TV is dead. Seems that when it rains, it pours, quite literally and we now have a blown out TV AND a leaky roof! Merry Christmas!!
This is not new to us. Since the day I got married, every single home we have ever lived in has has a leaky roof. One of the reasons why I prefer snow to rain. One of the reasons why when it does start to rain, I get a little panicky no matter where I am or what I am doing. I despise the rain. When we first bought this house, everything was “new.” New Pella windows and patio doors, new remodeled kitchen, fresh paint on every wall and ceiling, new 6 panel doors, new central air, new flooring, and of course, a new roof. Uh-huh. A new roof. Well, by the second year of living here, we noticed a stain on the living room ceiling. It was gradual and there was never actual water that was visible, but a water stain. Eventually the stain turned to wet plaster and we knew we had a problem. We called a roofing company and made an appointment to have it looked at. The professional roofer told us that our cedar shake siding on the dormers of our little cape cod were starting to warp and water was getting behind the shingles. Sounded right to us. We hired the roofer to come and caulk the cedar and we were assured that the caulk should take care of the problem. Except it didn’t. The next time the roofer was called the following spring, we were told that the cedar was rotting and needed to be replaced. That surely would take care of the problem. So, we hired a siding guy, had all of the cedar shake torn off the dormers (and the garage as well) and re-sided. That is not cheap, in case you were wondering. In fact, it is so expensive, that I am not even going to tell you how much it was because then someone will post a comment telling me how their uncle’s brother’s cousin does siding on the side and we could have probably had it done for half of what we paid, so I will save all of us a little heartache and not even tell you! So, problem fixed, right? WRONG!
Once again, about a year later, the roof was leaking again, in the same place. Our frustration turned into anger and we finally had a different roofer come out and look. It just so happened that the day this roofer was coming, it was pouring out! It did not damper him at all, and he put a ladder up to the dormer and within minutes showed me a rotten window sill in the dormer and showed me right where the rain was pouring in. We were singing his praises because not only did he finally find the problem, he gave me the name and number of his buddy that did aluminum trim work. We called the buddy, he quoted me a few hundred dollars to trim out the windows in aluminum. YAY! Answer to my prayers. Windows were trimmed, caulked. I fixed my lving room ceiling all by myself. I researched repairing plaster, talked to some guys at Menards, bought my supplies and got to work. I was so proud of my craftsmanship, that I actually considered going into the plaster and drywall trade. For just a second! Whenver anyone would come over, I would usher them over to the place in the ceiling and proceed to tell them that I repaired. By myself. With no help from a man. Everyone “oooohhhed” and “aaahhhhed” over my work and told me that it looked great! We finally thought the end of the leaky roof nightmare was over. Except it wasn’t.
That was one year ago. Enter 2009 Christmas Eve. Here we are, back to square one. So, not only do I have about $8,000 invested (that is an estimate…remember, I am not telling you how much it was!) but I still have the problem that I started with. I am defeated. The rain and roof has won. I don’t know what else to do, except have the entire roof ripped off and start completely over. As my Dad would tell you, water travels and it is impossible to tell where the water is coming from. Although it is leaking in the living room, it could quite possibly be leaking near the kitchen, and just traveling towards the lving room and that is where it is finding it’s entrance. Like a slithering snake waiting to find a weak prey victim…
So, Merry Christmas to us! We need a new TV, and a new roof. If someone has any pull what-so-ever, please, please please ask God to make the rain stop! Either that, or send us the winning Power Ball numbers. I don’t know how much more I can take. The bills are mounting, the rain is pouring and my TV does not work anymore. And we cannot even say “big picture….nobody has cancer.” Because someone does! UGH!
I know it could always be worse. I know my kids are healthy and strong. I know I have my health. I know I have an incredible husband that loves me more than words. I know our parents are still here on earth. I am grateful for all of those things, truly I am. I feel blessed. But dammit, I want to live in a dry house! I want my TV back before American Idol starts in January! I want the rain to stop. I want the roof to stop leaking. When my parents stopped over this morning to see the kids and all of their Santa loot, when we walked them into the living room to see not only our tree and the presents but also the leaky mess. When I got a little teary eyed about it, my Dad gave me some advice. He told me that it is not a big deal. It is just a roof and a TV. So what? He proceeded to tell me to stop worrying about money. Who cares about money? “you never had it, you never will! It is all a part of being a homeowner.” Sound advice, but that still does not help me with the issue of not having a TV before American Idol starts!
Merry Christmas, from our leaky, wet house to yours! Enjoy your families! Happy New Year! May 2010 bring you happiness and health, dry houses and working TV’s!
Feliz Navidad! Mele Kalikimaka! Nollaig Shona Dhuit! Buone Feste Natalizie!
So, sue me. I have totally slacked off on this blog of mine. Thing of it is, school is kicking my big , fat arse! Oh, and I got a job. So, now I am a working, college student, wife and mother. I don’t have time to do much else, but work, school, mother and wife!
I bumped into one of my advisors on campus on my way to class one night. He asked how I was doing, and through my big, fake smile I told him “oh, I am doing OK. But um, this school thing…boy, it sure is a lot of work. I mean, 20 hours or more of homework a week? Wow!” His response? “Ummm, remember, it is an accelerated program.” Oh………..I see……
Boy, do I feel dumb! I guess when they told me “accelerated”, I was thinking time wise, as in I will get done a lot quicker! It never hit me that the material and class speed would be accelerated as well! Huh…..
So due to me having a crazy amount of school work to keep up with along with my house desperately needing a good cleaning, bills that need to get paid, errands that need to get ran, groceries that need to be bought, I think I will just give some highlites!
~I got a job. Yup. A real job. Don’t get me wrong…that whole stay at home thing was a blast while it lasted. I mean, I have almost 200 Facebook friends, I got an A in Spanish 101, I cleaned out the fridge several times and organized the cabinets. The basement got new shelving units and all of my “stuff” got sorted and shelved. But my bank account has dwindled. considerably. I needed to have a job that would allow me to continue to study all of these crazy hours, and still be a wife and mom. So, I am now a….bartender. Beer wench, as Mr. T. likes to say. My friends own a few local hot spots and they were kind enough to let me come aboard. My hours are clutch and the pay is not too shabby! It will work out fine until I graduate. I feel old when I am there, especially when some of the other employees are twenty-one year old hotties in skin-tight clothes, push up bras and layers of makeup. Maybe I could be their mentor and tell them that the makeup will fade, the boobs will sag and before they can say “Sunday Absolut Bloody Mary with a Miller lite chaser” ten times, they will be forty years old and looking for something more.
~My parents were here for a visit and we loved every minute of it! T here is nothing like coming home from work and seeing your Mom cooking in your kitchen! My Mom’s pasta, homemade meatballs and sauce are one of our favorites and it has been a long time since we have been able to enjoy her Italian heritage! Somehow, my Ragu out of the jar just pales in comparison! I know, I know. I need to learn! I have tried, sauce is just not my strong point! The other thing Mom made that was a huge hit is a Carmel Apple Cookie pizza! Just like how it sounds…delish! We polished that off with out a problem! It was also my Mom’s birthday while they were here, so we celebrated with roasted beef tenderloin, baked potatoes, steamed broccoli, garlic bread and salad. Chuck and Ann brought fabulous desserts and we all had a nice time!
~I was the parent that poo-poo’ed the whole Swine Flu epidemic. I thought the media was making everyone panic and it was a bunch of nonsense. Well, then my boy started “oinking.” He came down with a fever and a cough. I took him to the doctor and sure enough. He was swabbed, we waited the 10 minutes and our very much-loved pediatrician came into the exam room and stated, “well, this is his fifteen minutes of fame! He is positive!” My stomach just sank and I had to reach for the Kleenex box because I started to cry. I felt horrible that I did not take it more seriously. But no harm done. The doctor started him on Tamiflu immediately. I brought him home, put him in his SpongeBob jammies and made the “sick couch” for him. The sick couch is when I get out a sheet and cover the couch, bring down a pillow and blanket and get the afflicted family member tucked in for recovery! By Saturday afternoon, he was fever free, and back to his spunky self. Luckily, we were only down for a short time. I have heard others in our area that have been sick for a week or more!
~My Boy #1 got a full mouth of braces on Friday. He looks so adorable! Eating has been a challenge for him due to his teeth being very sore. We have made oatmeal, soup, pasta, mashed potatoes, and whatever else he requested to try to make him more comfortable. I think the worst is over and hopefully today will be the start of him getting back to normal!
~I have for the very first time in my life, started Christmas shopping! I have a few gifts purchased and it feels so good! I want to have a calm, relaxing holiday season and this early shopping can only help! I found some great gifts and could hardly pass up the sale price. Now, I just have to remember that I have them and not forget about them hiding down the basement! Christmas is only 55 days away!
~Although the whole cupcake thing has taken a backseat lately, I did manage to receive two large orders. One order is for a retirement party in November, the other for a Christmas party! I am going to be busy! I love baking and I am glad that others enjoy the fruits of my labor! It would be pretty awful to have so many cupcakes just sitting around my house. Well, I guess not that awful!
The hammer came down yesterday. I will not be going back to my place of employment. The economy has not been kind to the real estate industry and there is no job there for me anymore. I had, in the back of my mind, thought that this would be the case. After all, you cannot squeeze water from a turnip, or something like that. So, the search for a job has begun.
I sent out an email to my contact list, telling all of my friends that I needed a job. I thought, it would not hurt to network a little, spread the word. I had several responses from friends. Some told me they would keep an ear out, some gave me some good ideas.
Then my friend, Mom of 1 + 2, who is a regular reader of my blog and also a great friend, sent the email that has caused me sleepless nights since I received it. My friend is a department head in the advertising department of a major pharmacy chain. She told me of an opening that was at her company and although it might be a long shot, she was the one to decide who would get an interview and I would be on her list. She told me that I would be perfect for the job. I am very detail oriented and I am a hard worker. The job is what many might consider a dream come true. Unbelievable pay, which I felt I was not worthy of (after all, I still don’t have a bachelors degree!) profit sharing, vacation time, 401K, insurance…all of the bells and whistles.
All good news, right? Well, here is the bad part. It is a commute. Not twenty minutes, not a half hour, nope. About an hour and fifteen minutes and that is on a day when traffic is pleasant and the weather is good. My friend told me that there are days where it will take her 2 hours to get home, especially in the winter months. Wow. That is a lot of time in a car!
My initial reaction was, “I’ll take it, where do I sign?” Then something popped into my head. Two things actually. Those two things are named Jordan and Collin, commonly refered to Boy #1 and Boy #2. According to Mom of 1 + 2, I would have to leave my house by 6:00 -6:15 AM daily, on good weather days. That would mean J and C were on their own in the AM to get ready for school, and get out the door on time. What if they overslept? What if they did not feel well? What if they were fighting and arguing? What if it were raining or cold out? All of these thoughts popped into my mind and I started to cry. The thought of making my kids get themselves off to school in the morning hit a nerve with me. I like being here in the morning, telling them to have a good day, making sure Collin’s clothes match, making sure notes and lunches are in the backpacks. I am a mom first. I want to be a mom first. I need to be a mom first.
I am so struggling with this decision, that I cannot sleep or talk about anything else. I called my Mom and told her. I constantly talk about it with Mr. T. I need someone to tell me what to do. Is a huge paycheck worth it? Does a huge paycheck make up for the fact that my kids will be latch key kids? Does the huge paycheck make up for the fact that I would only see my kids about 2 hours a day? Does a huge paycheck make up for the fact that I will miss every single baseball game, football game and talent show at school?
I am struggling with this. I need to make money, and thinking that I not only would be making money, but enough money to pay all of my bills, pay student loans, maybe add another bathroom on the second floor, put in a rec room basement, live the American Dream? Is all of that worth the sacrifice of being around for my kids? I am so conflicted. What is the right thing to do?
At this point, I don’t know. I need to work. I need to make money, but I also need to be a great parent and raise my kids. I only get one shot at that, right? I surely don’t want to screw that up! I know the rest of this week is going to be spent contemplating, discussing, crying, sighing and not sleeping. How does a person say no to an opportunity like this? How does a Mom take a job that is more accurately described as a career? Why does this have to be so hard? Why can’t I hit the Powerball?
I guess , for now, I have to look at it like this: I am so lucky! I have friends that think enough of me to consider me for a job like this. I am so flattered! Wow…me, a career woman? I know this is a good problem to have. I know there are people who have been looking for work for a long time, and most people would not think twice about a decision like this. Thing of it is, I am not most people.
Once again, I have been called out by my Dad as to my lack of posts. I have made it my mission to update today, no more procrastinating!
I have been delinquent due to my school schedule. If you remember, I was only taking one class at a time. How hard could that be, you may be asking? Well, let me tell you, HARD! There was so much reading and writing to do, I needed at least a couple hours a day to focus on school. Between the research paper, the oral presentation with Power Point and the most difficult final exam I have ever been faced with, it has been a LONG seven weeks! I spent a total of about seventeen hours on the final exam, and that is not an exaggeration! There were nine questions on the exam. NINE. Seventeen hours. Do the math! They were all essay questions, some two part questions, and all required me to go back to one of the three books and refresh and research. Once I hit ’send’ on the email to get my final to the professor (on time, I might add) I felt like a hundred pound weight had been lifted off of my shoulders! I still do not know what my grade is. I will be anxiously waiting.
School is back in session for all of my boys. Everything has started out with a bang and we are back into the swing! Here they are on the first day:
Jordan's first day of 7th grade
Collin's first day of 4th grade
Doesn't he look so grown up?
We have the first week under our belt, and everything is feeling fine! Collin loves his teacher! She is sweet and kind and I think he is going to have a great year! Last year at this time, we had some tears and Mr. T. and I already had to meet with the teacher. So far, so good this school year. No tears, only smiles! Collin’s words were “Mrs. J. is super nice! She is strict, but nice-strict…not mean-strict!” That is Okey-dokey with us! We like strict, especially nice-strict!
Jordan made his way to 7th grade without incident. He is getting so big, and so grown up looking. As you can see, he would not even wear shorts on his first day. Much too cool for shorts! I dropped him off and he was met by many friends with high fives. He also started football, which has been interesting. The first few days of practice, Jordan told us that there were about 75 kids going out for the team and those kids would be divided up into the varsity team (mostly 8th graders) and the junior varsity team (mostly 7th graders). We went to watch the practice last night and it looks like they are down to about 40 kids TOTAL! Apparently, there have been several injuries already. Fabulous. Just what I wanted to hear. Even Jordan’s best bud, Eddie Haskel is out for the year. He took a pretty hard tackle Thursday night, and separated his shoulder. According to Eddie’s mom, the orthopedic doctor has not ruled out a torn rotator cuff. He will be having an MRI in a couple weeks to determine the extent of the injury. This, and there has not even been an actual game yet! Poor Eddie! He has been waiting and waiting for football season.
Jordan’s has been wiped out every single night. His schedule consists of getting up about 7AM. Leave the house at 8:15 to go to school. School lets out at 3:50, practice starts at 4PM. He has practice until 6:45! He comes home, eats dinner (he is ravenous at this point. If you know Jordan, you know that kid needs his food!) takes a shower and goes to bed by 8:30 or 9PM. He is exhausted! Luckily, he has not had any homework the first week. I am not sure how we are going to fit that in! I guess keeping this busy will keep him out of trouble. And away from the girls. I could not help but notice last night at the football practice that there were two girls, both of them Jordan’s friends, in their cheerleader warm ups, giggling and hanging out near the practice. And so it begins…
I have had a few orders of cupcakes lately. That went very well. I made 6 dozen last week for one order. We also went to a neighborhood picnic last Sunday. Our neighbors have a “Back to School” bash each year before school starts. I made my banana cake with creme cheese frosting. It is one of my favorites and I had some over ripe bananas, so that was my contribution to the picnic. I had a lot of really nice compliments. Two days later, one of the ladies that was at the picnic called me and asked me to make a cake for her son’s birthday. Although I have never done “cakes” before, I thought I could give it a try. I explained that I was trying something new, and it may not be pretty, but if she were willing, I was as well. Her son requested marble cake with chocolate frosting. The chocolate frosting was not a problem. I can whip up a wonderful chocolate butter creme. It was the cake I was worried about! Since I have a recipe for a fabulous butter cake and also a scrumptious chocolate cake, I decided to make both batters and “swirl” them together. Once the cake was baked, the hard part began. It is so hard to make a layer cake, and make it even and flat. Usually, they turn out a little “domed” or they crack across the top. I did some research and got some good tips. I also went to my favorite chef store and bought a cake leveler, which was the best $7.00 I have ever spent! Then I took two layers, made them into four and started the frosting and filling. Here is what I ended up with:
A four layer marble cake with chocolate butter creme. I was happy with it and so was the neighbor. I am anxious to try some more cakes. I found a recipe for a coconut cake filled with lemon curd and topped with a coconut creme frosting. It looks heavenly! I am hesitant to make it for a couple reasons. Mr. T. will not eat anything with lemon which would mean I would have this 4 layer, fluffy, decadent cake in my house with no one to eat it except me. And maybe the boys. I would eat it. All. It also seems pretty complicated and I am not sure if I am ready for something that has two pages of instructions. I may start off by trying things that are a bit simpler. I could literally spend hours looking through cook books and baking web sites. Hours! If I could find a way to make a decent living by baking, I would be one of the few people in the world that is truly passionate about what they do. Sigh….as Mr. T. would say, “If I had a stack of hundreds laying around with nothing better to do…” I would rent a space, buy my equipment and start my bakery. There are a few ideas brewing in my head, so I am not ruling it out just yet!
This morning, the boys and I grabbed a couple garbage bags and went into their rooms and started doing a “pitch and clean.” We do that every couple months. It never fails to amaze me that after only a couple months, I drag out a few bags of garbage! Shoes that don’t fit, old sketch pads, dried up markers. Collin is a little pack rat and he seems to accumulate a lot of junk very quickly! If I start to throw stuff out with out him looking, I can usually change two bags of garbage into three or four! Seriously, I don’t know where he gets some of this stuff from! There were little gadgets and cords that even he did not know what they belonged to! Out it goes! Once it is complete, they both comment on how nice their rooms look. My response never changes…”Let’s see how long we can keep it like this!”
I am off to look for recipes. It is a gorgeous, sunny day! I am ready to enjoy the weekend!
A couple of weeks ago we had such a great experience, I have to share! I am always thankful for good friends and this time was no exception.
A few weeks ago, Mrs. Tennessee called me from her cell phone and hurriedly instructed me to not make plans for the 25th of July. Okey-Dokey, no problem there. We are not usually the kind of couple witha full social calender! Turns out, Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee were the winner, winner chicken dinner of a fabulous night with a visit from a professional chef. The chef came from Chicago to their home and the Tennessee’s had to invite two couples over for a night to be remembered, and remembered it will be! We were lucky enough to be included, along with Matt and Nancy.
The Cornell's
The Tennessee's
Mr. T. and I
I am a lover of food. Good food. Expertly prepared food. I looked forward to this night all week long and called Mrs. Tennessee mid week to see if there was something I needed to bring. I am lying. I knew I did not need to bring anything, I just wanted to see if I could get her to spill the beans on the menu selections for the night!
We were told to arrive around 6PM for a cocktail hour. For one of the few times in my life, we were right on time! Maybe even a few minutes early, as I did not want to miss a single minute. When we walked in, the chef was in the kitchen, dressed exactly as a chef should be, in a white coat embroidered with her culinary school logo and her name.
The kitchen was busy and she had the center island full of fresh herbs, carrots and plenty of utensils and bowls. A quick introduction was made, and we made our way to the patio for drinks.
When it was time for the first course to be served, Chef Jennifer from Chicago came out to the patio and let us know. We filed into the dining room, found our seat and this is what we were presented with:
The first course, lemongrass, ginger and bean thread carrot consomme garnished with Asian spiced shrimp. Not only was it beautiful, it was delicious as well. The chef was alerted to my shellfish allergy ahead of time, so my consomme was served sans shrimp. I didn’t miss it! The consomme was light, refreshing, crisp and delightful! A perfect way to begin a meal, and tease our taste buds. The chef also included wine pairings with each course, and the consomme was served a dry white wine.
The next course was something that I think I will remember for the rest of my life. If you have ever seen the Food Network Show, “The Best Thing I Ever Ate”, this is the course that would definitely be featured as my selection!
Herb crusted beef tenderloin with garlic Gruyere potato flan and caramelizedport wine and thyme red onions. Can we just pause for a moment, please? (Pause, pause, pause.) The. Best. Meal. Ever. The tenderloin was like butter, so tender and moist that it melted in your mouth. The potato flan? There are no words. I have made it my mission to try to duplicate the potato dish at some point in my lifetime. They were a creamy, cheesy, rich and decadent. Comfort food at it’s best and a fantastic compliment to the beef. All of this was topped with the caramelized port wine and thyme red onions, which added just the right amount of sweetness to offset the richness of the potatoes and beef. Mr. T. is not a fan of onions, but after a taste of them, he was ready for seconds. And thirds! I think we talked about this course for the remainder of the night, it was that good.
Finally, the third course. Dessert. I come from a long line of dessert connoisseurs, so let me just start by saying that I know a good dessert when I taste one. I can sniff out a store bought cake or a box mix from a mile away. I am critical and not very forgiving. I scoff at Betty Crocker and Duncan Hines and Funfetti cake mixes are taboo in my home. I am a baker that uses all fresh ingredients and am known to spend double digits on a few ounces of imported Madagascar Bourbon vanilla. Chef Jennifer did not disappoint! To cap off an already fantastic evening, we were then served this:
Chocolate Mousse torte with raspberry puree. The mousse was so smooth and silky and the raspberry puree was fresh and so good, we all joked about licking our plates clean. Well, some of us joked, some of us actually did! I am not naming names, though! The dessert course was served with a type of wine called Muscat. That was new to me, and although I am not much of a wine drinker, I really liked it! Definitely a dessert wine, maybe that is why I liked it so much.
Muscat
What a fantastic evening shared with good food, good wine and even better friends! Is there anything better than that? I think not.
Here is to good friends!
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I survived the first night of school, which basically means that I have not dropped out yet and I made it home safe and sound. Once home, I collapsed on the couch and begged Mr. T. to pop a bag of microwave popcorn for me and pour me a glass of Crystal Light, fruit punch of course. I almost started to cry, but then my sweet family presented me with a card congratulating me on completing the first night. Yeah, we thrive on praise over here!
When I arrived on campus I found my class room in a jiffy after parking a mile away. That morning, I threw my back out and so the walk was not only difficult but very slow as well. It was a good thing that I left the house so early! There were ten others in my class and I was thrilled to see that I was not the oldest one there. I wasn’t the youngest either, but fell somewhere right in the middle, which is fine with me.
The name of the class is Heritage Studies: Issues in Cultural Interaction. I was somewhat prepared because I had purchased all of the books and started reading one of them the week we were on vacation, so I thought I knew what to expect. I thought wrong.
The first question asked by the professor was “what does it mean to be human?” (blank stare, blank stare, blank stare, blank stare, blank stare.) We actually had to get out paper, and respond to the question. Now, I am not a philosopher by nature and I tend to lean more towards cut and dry, right and wrong answers. I really struggled with that question. What does it mean? I cannot remember exactly what I wrote, but I fell somewhere in the middle of one students answer of “having opposable thumbs” and another answer of “being a living, thinking, emotional being that can feel.” Turns out, there was not a correct answer but the professor rebutted every single one of us. “Does that mean that someone born without thumbs is not human?” Does that mean that someone in a vegetative state is not human?”
When we got on the subject of life support and decisions to end said support, we discussed at great lengths the rights of those involved. Whose decision is it? What gives us, as humans to make such a choice, for ourselves, or for family members? I found myself getting slightly annoyed, because I felt like this professor was preaching religion to us. It is a Lutheran school, and he is a religion professor, but I was annoyed none the less. I believe that each situation is unique and what is right for one family, may not be right for another and that ending life support is a very personal choice. When he called on me, I said just that and Mr. Professor man shot me down, with a little smirk. He told me I was living in a world of relativism, and that was going to get me into trouble! Well, that just made me really mad and I almost walked out. I hate when other people shove their views down others throats and present themselves as so self-righteous. Ick.
I, of course, stayed in the class and finished the night, not without having such back pain that it almost brought me to my knees. The syllabus is what brought me to my knees! This is a four credit, 7 week class. I have five books to read, cover to cover, a nine page essay to write, two quizzes (each on a different book), an in class presentation, a group project on the book The Art of War and a final exam, which from what I have heard from a woman that had this class and professor before, the final exam is, let’s see, what did the lady say???? Umm, “extremely brutal.”
So there you have it. The next 7 weeks are going to be incredibly difficult for me, for sure. I am a little grouchy about it! For now, I am just going to hope that my back starts to feel better, that I can actually understand what I am reading and that I am not going to get kicked out of class for living in a world of relativism!
Here it is, two days away and I am starting to panic a bit. My first class starts Tuesday. I have completed orientation and bought my books. There were 5 books required for one class! That averages about 1 book per week. Mr. T. smirked a little when I came home with all 5. He seems to think that the books are optional and that I will soon learn the difference between which books are required and which are optional. I am a rule follower for sure, so all 5 were purchased!
We returned from the north woods yesterday afternoon. Although the weather did not cooperate with our plans of sun, fishing, skiing and tubing, we did have a great time regardless of Mother Nature’s plans. My parents are still working harder than what I would like to see, but as Mr. T. repetitively tells me, it is not my decision. When my Mom told me how tired she was, I responded by saying, “well, sell this place and come home. Enough of this nonsense!” I felt like the parent, lecturing the teenager. That comment brought a look from Mr. T. that told me to shut up and mind my own business. So I did.
I have a lot of pictures from our trip and hopefully I will find the time in the next few days to post some here. I am so nervous about school that I need to just focus on that for now. I have heard that often times the professor’s assign “pre-work” and post something about a paper that will be due on the first night of class. I am obsessively checking my email and looking on Blackboard to see if I am missing something. Nothing has been posted yet. I am afraid that I will walk into class and be the only one that has nothing to turn in. I guess no news is good news. I will find out tomorrow!
All is well at Casa Teenie.
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I was given this “award” by my favorite blogger who happens to also be my “Aunt” Kristin. Along with it comes the requirement that I list 10 things about myself. I think I am going to have a hard time coming up with 10 very honest things about myself, but I am willing to give it a shot! This may take me a few days to ponder, but here it goes:
1. I think not finishing my degree is the biggest regret of my life. At the time, graduation seemed so far off, and so unnecessary that I just gave up. It was easier to get a full time job and get all of the things I thought I absolutely needed at the time. Now, I have no job and no degree and I am forty years old and I still don’t have all of the things I thought I needed or wanted. I have always been someone that needs to learn the lessons in life the hardest way possible and this was no exception.
2. When I look at my kids, I wonder what in the world I did right to get them. They are my pride and joy and someday, I hope I can put into words what they mean to me, how they saved me from myself. While other people are getting rich, working hard at a career to get their reward, I know deep inside, I already have mine.
3. I have always thought I was overweight, even in high school. I have never, ever been happy with my body. Now, when I look at my pictures from high school, I think I have a very distorted body image! I was thin and cute and oh, how I wish I appreciated it back in the 80’s! I would give anything to look like that again.
4. I honestly think, scratch that, KNOW I have a 6th sense. I am sure it was inherited from my Grandma Rhey. She had a 6th sense as well. Some people think I am wacky when I say this, but if you lived with me, you would be a believer. It has taken my husband many, many years to admit it, but he is now convinced. I can tell when things are going to happen. Often. Sometimes my visions are extremely random, like I will just know I am going to run into someone at the grocery store, and sure enough I do. Other times it is something heart wrenching and scary. When we got on the plan to Vegas, I knew we would never see Rob again. I knew it. When the phone rang, no one even needed to tell me.
5. On a daily basis, I worry. I worry that someone in my family is going to get hurt, get sick or worse. I wish I could let my kids go on a bike ride and actually feel okay about it. I get butterflies in my stomach and worry the entire 15 minutes that they are gone.
6. The older I get, the more I dislike Christmas. I know, it sounds scroogey and I of course don’t let on to my kids that I dislike it, but I really, really do. For many reasons. First, I am not very religious and it may come as a surprise to some, but Christmas is a religious holiday. I do consider myself spiritual and I do pray and talk to God, but we are not church goers and part of me feels a little guilty for celebrating Christmas on such a grand scale. Second, I hate the commercialism. It irks me when I hear people talk of the exorbitantly expensive things they buy their kids for Christmas. I hate the greed. I get sick when some of my kids’ friends call my kids and want to know how manypresents they received. Not “Merry Christmas. I am glad you are my friend” not “did you get something that was a surprise” but how many did you get? That makes me really sad. It makes me scared for the future, really.
7. When Dicky and I got married, we got a dog. It was my idea. I always had a dog growing up, and I thought we needed a dog in our young marriage. I found a puppy at the humane society and brought her home. We loved her, but of course we were never home and the poor dog never got much attention. We gave her to a co-worker of mine that had two boys because we thought the dog needed some kids to romp and play with. The dog ended up biting one of the kids, and he needed a lot of staples to close the wounds. In his face. I still feel terrible about that, fifteen years later. Once we had kids, we got another dog. I knew in my heart it was the wrong dog for us, but did not have the heart to say no. I disliked that dog a great deal. She shed so badly, I needed to vacuum twice a day. She never greeted us at the door, she constantly knocked boy #2 down as he was just a toddler learning to walk and she and I never bonded. She had bathroom issues and after about the gazillionth time of cleaning up dog crap in my house, I had enough and she went too. For many years, I was really down on myself. I thought I was a terrible person. What kind of human does not like dogs? Why did I suddenly turn into this evil, dog hating person? I swore off dogs forever and ever. Then boy #1 begged. And begged. And begged. “We’re boys…we are supposed to grow up witha dog” he would plead. I studied breeds for about a year. I took a test to match a breed with my alpha female personality. A Toy Fox Terrier came up as an 88% match. Hmp. Never heard of them. Found one. 125 miles away. Bought him. As cheesy and melodramatic as it sounds, I cannot imagine my life, or my kids life without this little 8.5 lb creature. He has made me a better person and I can honestly say, he is truly one of my best friends. He knows when I am sad, he knows when I need a hug and he is always right beside me. I love him. Also, when my parents moved away, my Mom gave me a box with all of my childhood things in it. Newspaper clippings, kindergarten art projects and things like that. Included was my baby book and for the first time, I read it cover to cover. My Mom was so good about journaling and making note of little things I said or did. On almost every single page, she wrote about how much I loved our dog, Kelly. She wrote about me laying on the floor, covering the Irish Setter with kisses and hugging her constantly, wanting to be next to her all of the time. When I read “Teenie is such a dog lover and loves Kelly more than anything” it made me cry. I felt better about myself and it justified to me that I really am not a terrible dog hater, I just needed an 8.5 lb Toy Fox Terrier to bring out the best!
8. Now that both of my Grandma’s are gone, I miss them so much. I wish I would have taken the time to know them better, to really sit down and talk about their past, their youth. When your young, you don’t always think about those kind of things. About a year before my Grandma Joyce passed away, I started going to play Bingo with her, every Sunday. I wish I started earlier. There are many things I wish I could have asked her. One month before she died, my Mom and I took her to Vegas. We went over Mothers Day weekend and for the rest of my life, I will remember that trip. Life is short.
9. I have a bucket list of things I want to do or accomplish in my lifetime. Some of the things on the list are silly but some area really meaningful to me and I can only hope that I will be successful in achieving most of them.
10. As much as I love my kids, I don’t always think that I am a great mother. I wish I listened more, took more time to just sit and be. I wish I could just relax and enjoy being with them instead of asking them if they made their bed and brushed their teeth.
So there it is. 10 Honest truths about me. I am supposed to now nominate another blogger and I would if I knew anyone else that blogged. Aunt Kristin already did her list, and my friend Dana is saving Africa right now and I think she probably has more important things going on. Although I am almost old enough to be her mother, Dana is one of my favorite people. I can only hope that my kids turn out a smidge like her. Check out her blog here. Dana in Kenya She is an amazing young lady!
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