archives: December 2008
Recipe for bland
December 8th, 2008 @ 9:26 pm | Comments (3)
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I just spent HOURS scouring the Internet and pouring through cookbooks to come up with the perfect recipes for a potluck I’m going to tomorrow night. What am I going to make? Chocolate cream pie and a pasta bake. I? Am boring and indecisive and afraid of trying new things.
I’m also supposed to make cookies to donate to a local children’s home. My contribution is going to be peanut blossoms.
Tell me, what is your favorite potluck recipe? Christmas cookie? Dessert?
Perspective
December 6th, 2008 @ 1:26 pm | Comments (2)
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After telling my sister she was stupid, I went to the movies with my other sister, Bim, and her mother-in-law. On the way, we talked about what I said and sibling relationships. Joan told us stories about how she used tears to manipulate her sons to make up after a fight because life is too short to be mad at your sibling. Her mother and brother died in separate car accidents and that changed her perspective.
Bim and I were supposed to meet this morning to drive to a wedding in western Pennsylvania. Because bad weather was forecast, she was supposed to call me before 7 a.m. to let me know if the trip was still on. Her in-laws and husband were afraid the roads would be too bad. She didn’t call and I tried calling her for more than an hour. My paranoid mind leaped to a problem with her pregnancy, but as I was about to give up, she answered - our plans were still on. As Shazaam’s boyfriend and I were about to merge onto the Turnpike, Bim called sobbing.
Her brother-in-law was killed in a car accident early this morning in Pittsburgh. Details about the accident are still sketchy, but someone is in custody in connection with the crash.
I didn’t know Adam that well. I first met him before Bim started dating his brother, at my soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law’s 21st birthday party. I thought he was soooo cute. There was the time we went snowmobiling at their family’s mountain house. And of course the wedding, in which he was the best man. His toast was a hit, but his self-consciousness made him seek out reassurance that it was good. (And then when he helped my cousin push her car from the mud, I’m pretty sure they hooked up in the back seat.) And just last weekend, I sat beside him when we saw Four Christmases.
Adam was the miracle child. He’s six years younger than my BIL and they were all fiercely protective of him.
Please keep my sister’s family in your thoughts and prayers. And tell your siblings how much you love them.
Milk’s Haute
December 5th, 2008 @ 3:29 pm | Comments (0)
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It’s random, I know, but this is all I have right now. It’s probably the best milk mustache ad yet. Enjoy and have a great weekend.
(Image courtesy of whymilk.com.)
Thanksgiving Wrap
December 2nd, 2008 @ 10:08 pm | Comments (2)
Filed: My glamourous life | Tags: Dylan
After many, many lectures about what I was and was not allowed to say to my sister (I may have told her getting pregnant was stupid last time I saw her), Thanksgiving went remarkably well. That sister refused to join us for lunch, citing her fear of what I would say as her excuse. But she brought my nephew over for an hour later in the afternoon so we got to spend a little time with him and learned the boy loves to dance. Put on some music and the kid gets down.
Before the whole fiasco unfolded, I was really involved in Dylan’s life. My sister invited me to the ultrasound when they found out the baby was going to be a he. I spent many, many hours in her hospital room. I went home most weekends to spend time with him and my name was one of the first words he said. Now he barely recognizes me.
My respect for both professional photographers and the people at the mall photo studios grew over the long holiday weekend. My mom wanted to get Christmas photos taken of Dylan but trying to get an appointment on the day that all schools in our county were closed for deer hunting was a huge fail. She called to see if I would play photographer and let me say, wrangling a toddler, lights and a camera is harder than milking a bull.
