That’s the nickname that my sister earned 30 years ago. She is glad to know that she has finally passed the torch….to my husband! I haven’t decided what nickname he will receive but I wont be the one to pick it. That’s because I don’t want to spend the rest of our time in Europe having to be the sole driver. Let’s just say that tram tracks will never be the same, ever, especially if hubby is driving anywhere nearby. After flattening a tire by jumping tram tracks and hubby getting drenched from changing said flat, we changed vehicles and drove up to spend the night in ramstein. Ramstein is the shizz of military bases. They have an awesome mall like complex that houses different shops and restaurants. We ate a positively awful meal at the macaroni grill there but totally enjoyed it. My steak was practically mooing at me and my mashed potatoes were cold but seeing my hubby get buzzed from a girlie pomegranate martini made it great. Only in an American restaurant could you be seated looking like you’d just been dragged from the gutter. That’s how we looked. We’d been up since four am, had a major vehicle malfunction and seen our boys through a football game a piece. By the time we hit the restaurant, we were exhausted and looked it. So,that meal was less than stellar but the experience was so great. Al ate off everyone’s plate and provided commentary on the clothing choices of our fellow customers. So, Al is nomming away on Kai’s pasta, “what’s this flavor? It’s so good! I just can’t place it!”. Kai replies, “dad, its butter.” I think I need to have a pomegranate martini now.
I don’t have a huge sweet tooth. Most times, I prefer the savory side of snacks. Lately, I’ve been baking cookies thanks to Pinterest though. One of my favorite recipes is a strawberry chocolate chip cookie made with cake mix. Easy and delicious even to this girl. i made a batch for my oldest son’s post football practice potluck. They were a hit. My upstairs neighbor and I exchange food all the time so I thought I’d set aside a cookie for her. Unfortunately, I’d had an awful cold that week and in a moment of extreme weakness, I ate her cookie. That’s right. I gobbled that cookie down. To my credit, I did confess to her. She’s cool enough to have gotten a big chuckle out of it. Thinking I’d put cookies behind me, I embarked on another adventurous day of homeschooling. Youngest son asked for chocolate pancakes and I obliged. About an hour later, chocolate pancakes AND a cheese omelette had been consumed. The boys started the day and I began the task of being a human cattle prod. After nagging and nudging, I finally sat down to take a break. Youngest son looks up at me, “mom, can you make some cookies or something?”. Oh hell no!
Well, maybe my thoughts aren’t that deep today. After days of worrying over the shutdown, my mind turned numb. Yesterday, I gave the boys a break from our normal homeschool routine. They finished up a small bit of work and then we flipped on the telly to watch educational programming. My oldest and I learned we want to live in the Alaskan wilderness. Hubby protested so I think we won’t get our way. Bright and early this morning, I planned out todays workload. The boys got started with my youngest finishing in record time. My oldest is procrastinating and doing his level best to irritate. So, I did what any reasonable parent would do when dealing with a nagging kid. I hid in the bathroom. The sound of the shower really muffles that pesky whining. I emerged to find that whining had been abandoned in lieu of a mysterious bathroom emergency. That’s okay, I’m willing to work through the weekend. It’s not like he’s dealing with an amateur here. I know the deal. He thinks he can out-procrastinate me. Oh no. That will not happen. Now that I’m relieved of meal planning for the pending apocalypse, I got nothin but time.