I was really excited or happy about something the other day... and now I can't remember what it was. Probably feelings from a dream carrying over into my real life. That happens a lot. Which means most of my mornings start off with me being really weird-ed out. Like the dream where I built a new house and Jana was in there with me (and we had barbies...?) when some cowboys started shooting it up, so in the process of running for our lives, I met Luke Harper in the driveway, eating a spit-roasted rodent. Yeah.
Hey, I could start a dream blog. Those would be some crazy stories... and some scary ones... I die in some of my dreams. Never mind.
Anton's been gone on a camping trip for a class and I feel lonely. So I've been cleaning. Found some cool stuff. Money, candy, jewelry, hairbands. I really feel like throwing away the rest of the stuff in my house, though. I usually feel that way when I don't want to do the dishes... bleh.
Well, the end is in sight... for my bachelors. Now for the masters. I've been debating what to go into-- and I realized that I'm just as fickle now as I ever was. I like everything (except math stuff), and I feel so restless. I need someone to tell me what to do. But not Anton because he only tells me what not to do.
I plan on staying home with my kids, whenever that happens. But I still want to be educated, not just for a back-up plan, but because I want a degree in something useful. For me, for my family, for the community I live in, etc. And when my kids are gone, I'll need something to do. I'm planning out my whole life, here.
I've been considering Children's Literature. Still feeling fickle, though.
Meh. Anyway, things are good. I do wish Rexburg had a pet store so that I could go there and hold the babies, but not have to deal with them when they're not cute anymore. Cal Ranch has baby chickens and baby ducks, but we're not allowed to hold them (although I did convince one of the employees to let me hold a baby duck for minute). :-)
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Is It Wrong To Force-Feed My Husband?
It's cold and windy, and I'm feeling grumpy today. So, I've turned on my favorite-smelling wax and prescribed myself a nap.
That was all I got written down before I actually fell asleep. Now it's 2:00 A.M. and I'm wide awake-- but no longer grumpy... that's what I get for napping after 4:00 in the... evening? Afternoon? 4:00 is an odd one. Because 3:00 is definitely afternoon. And 5:00 is pretty solid for evening. I'll call it evennoon. No. Afterning. Four O'clock in the afterning. heheh. Reminds me of a song I heard called 9:00 in the afternoon. I was singing it one day when I realized... there is no 9:00 in the afternoon... mysterious.
Okay. Anyway, Anton has been a little on edge the past couple weeks. He's gone into "hate Russians" mode. There is a special place in the heart of every resident of any former Soviet Union state that is dedicated to hating all things Russia (except Russians, of course--they love themselves enough for everyone). He's getting better, though. I think he's either letting it go, or finding someone else to rant to. Probably finding someone else to rant to.
I switched topics with the after school kids and am now doing food... but not advertising it because then every single child in the whole school will come to my class, and that would be a nightmare for me to plan for. So, we do mostly food crafty things and include a little dance so that we don't have to change the name. But I am trying to think of activity plans that include kids doing something with food. So far we're making peach pie pops, banana snowmen (because it snowed today, blast this weather!), and edible paint, which we will use to paint food.
I need to come up with the grand finale lesson in three weeks--we're supposed to go out with a bang! So any suggestions are appreciated.
Speaking of food, I asked Kyle for some recipes of things he's been learning to cook in Arizona. He gave me some good feedback, but I can't make most of it because it includes barbecue sauce, which my husband doesn't like. You know, he complains about me not cooking (and I admit I don't really cook that much anymore) but I tried when we first got married. He just didn't like any of the things I was used to making. He won't eat anything barbecue-esque, he hates the way I cook potatoes (or any kind of breakfast food), he won't eat my goulash (something I could live off of for days), he dislikes anything whole-wheaty, and he doesn't even eat my potato salad (Mom's potato salad). I'm not saying I'm blameless, because clearly there are other things I could learn to make, but cooking is more stressful for me than I thought it would be (with such a picky, demanding husband, anyway...maybe if he suffered through my child's-size serving of burnt vegetables, it wouldn't be so bad).
P.S. I am proud to announce that I made a very delicious chicken gravy from one of my recipe books! Just the gravy, though... One step at a time, I guess.
That was all I got written down before I actually fell asleep. Now it's 2:00 A.M. and I'm wide awake-- but no longer grumpy... that's what I get for napping after 4:00 in the... evening? Afternoon? 4:00 is an odd one. Because 3:00 is definitely afternoon. And 5:00 is pretty solid for evening. I'll call it evennoon. No. Afterning. Four O'clock in the afterning. heheh. Reminds me of a song I heard called 9:00 in the afternoon. I was singing it one day when I realized... there is no 9:00 in the afternoon... mysterious.
Okay. Anyway, Anton has been a little on edge the past couple weeks. He's gone into "hate Russians" mode. There is a special place in the heart of every resident of any former Soviet Union state that is dedicated to hating all things Russia (except Russians, of course--they love themselves enough for everyone). He's getting better, though. I think he's either letting it go, or finding someone else to rant to. Probably finding someone else to rant to.
I switched topics with the after school kids and am now doing food... but not advertising it because then every single child in the whole school will come to my class, and that would be a nightmare for me to plan for. So, we do mostly food crafty things and include a little dance so that we don't have to change the name. But I am trying to think of activity plans that include kids doing something with food. So far we're making peach pie pops, banana snowmen (because it snowed today, blast this weather!), and edible paint, which we will use to paint food.
I need to come up with the grand finale lesson in three weeks--we're supposed to go out with a bang! So any suggestions are appreciated.
Speaking of food, I asked Kyle for some recipes of things he's been learning to cook in Arizona. He gave me some good feedback, but I can't make most of it because it includes barbecue sauce, which my husband doesn't like. You know, he complains about me not cooking (and I admit I don't really cook that much anymore) but I tried when we first got married. He just didn't like any of the things I was used to making. He won't eat anything barbecue-esque, he hates the way I cook potatoes (or any kind of breakfast food), he won't eat my goulash (something I could live off of for days), he dislikes anything whole-wheaty, and he doesn't even eat my potato salad (Mom's potato salad). I'm not saying I'm blameless, because clearly there are other things I could learn to make, but cooking is more stressful for me than I thought it would be (with such a picky, demanding husband, anyway...maybe if he suffered through my child's-size serving of burnt vegetables, it wouldn't be so bad).
P.S. I am proud to announce that I made a very delicious chicken gravy from one of my recipe books! Just the gravy, though... One step at a time, I guess.
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