Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Last Tuesday night, as we sat on the runaway in Atlanta on our way back to the Lunchroom,
the pilot got on the PA system to give a little pilot-y information and update.
As he spoke, he had a slight accent. A slight Russian accent.
Ok. Maybe not slight.
Perhaps it would really be considered quite strong.
PB&J started laughing.
He looked at me and asked "Can this guy be for real?"
He sounded just like the Russian guy in this movie:
(it's a short clip. I promise. -- like 46 seconds -- but you have to wait til the end to hear the Russian.)
And the rest of the flight, whenever the pilot spoke, you could also hear PB&J laughing.
It was premium.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I am celebrating:
That's my treat. I love all the traditional foods you get to eat at Thanksgiving. And I can't pick just one thing. Everything we're having is my favorite. Well, maybe turkey's not really my favorite, but it's Tradition!
And that happy, too-full, dying to take a nap and ignore the kitchen full of dirty dishes feeling!
This Trading Treats Tuesday, tell me what one food you are looking forward to the most.
One of my friends confessed that her favorite was her dad's made from scratch fake mashed potatoes.
So, what's your favorite Thanksgiving food/treat?
"full" picture by itsthinking
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
this morning I feel like my brain is floating above my body in a balloon.
It’s a smallish balloon.
(Too bad my voice doesn't sound funny.)
I hope this wears off quickly.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
she was thinking about how she was going to squeeze souvenirs into her packed full bag. She was totally shocked that she said it out loud.
so funny on so many levels.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
10-12 slices white bread (should be a dense bread)
1 c milk
1 c whipping cream, unwhipped
1/3 c butter
½ tsp salt
2/3 c sugar
1 Tblsp vanilla
1 tsp cinnamon with 1 Tblsp sugar, (optional)
Bring milk, cream, butter and salt to boil. Mix eggs, sugar and vanilla. Stir small amount of hot milk into eggs, then stir eggs into hot milk mixture. Should be very smooth. Pour mixture evenly over bread cubes.
Place dish with pudding in a roasting pan. Fill the roasting pan 1/3 full of water. Carefully place both pans in 350 degree oven for 35-45 minutes, until pudding is golden brown. Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar.
1/4 c butter, melted
½ c sugar
1 c cream or half’n half or milk
1 Tblsp cornstarch
1 Tblsp vanilla
Melt butter and stir remaining ingredients into it. Bring to a simmer for 1 minute or until thickened. Whip to blend. Dribble sauce over pudding.
Surprisingly good with a dollop of whipped cream on top.
bird picture originally uploaded by John Charlton
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Being down in the OC this last weekend, my heart was warmed by all the Yes on 8 signs lining the highways and byways. We only saw one group of protestors.
For weeks now the kids have been singing various jingles:
"B@r@ck Ob@m@, he smells like llama"
"Use your brain, vote McC@in"
The Oldest Carrotstick said she wrote in Mitt Romney's name at their school mock-lection.
And the kids are begging me to let them stay up to see who wins. (that's a big NO.)
It is very much akin to the 2004 presidential election.
Back then, to my chagrin, my kids knew all the words to JibJab's version of "This Land is My Land" and they sang it with gusto.
And the Littlest Carrotstick, even though he was only 2, for some reason known only to his own bad toddler self, was a staunch J*hn Kerry supporter, in a family of Republicans.
I kid you not. Go figure.
It's 7:36. You still have time! Go vote!
Oh, by the way, that's my treat today: Democracy.
Monday, November 3, 2008
This picture of our hotel room number plate says it all. We had a great time, and now I am coming off my vacation high. I am blaming my sloth and idolence today on a vicious mixture of jet lag, time zones, and daylight savings. Too bad it's not really a very valid excuse, since we only went to CA.
These guys are now coming off their sugar high.
The Littlest Carrotstick was a nerd. He had me and PB&J in hysterics. Unfortunately in this picture, his shorts aren't up quite as high as he likes, and the effect is more geeky kid from the nineteenth century than Steve Erkel. But he really was funny. And I am now officially swearing off tie-dying. The Middle Carrotsticks shirt is my third attempt at it, and I'm still terrible.
Anyway, all that unnecessary information aside, I'm hoping we'll all be back to normal soon.
Let's talk more tomorrow.