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Jan. 23rd, 2011 08:53 pmWell here we are. Sunday night.
Mr. Jenner came home Friday afternoon and all was well in my world once again. I made him chicken pie, he brought presents and calm to the house. *cue angels singing*
The weekend has been spent cooking, playing around the house and being with the family. I even escaped here and there and enjoyed the luxury of grocery shopping by myself. Nothing like gliding through the aisles in solitude and contemplating different kinds of crackers without having to discuss it with anyone else.
I made marmalade this weekend. I hope it turns out well. I made shepherd's pie today (in honor of National Pie day) and then I made a trifle. Mr. Jenner had a hankering for one. I made a mace pound cake yesterday and used some of that as the base for the trifle. It turned out beautifully. I did a great deal of cooking today. It was good for the soul and getting me out of my head.
I went to the library yesterday and came home with more books as I don't have enough to read. (you can sense the amount of sarcasm in that sentence all the way in space) I checked out a copy of I Was Told There'd Be Cake and finished that today. It is a series of essays by Sloane Crosley. She has that NPR/This American Life sort of vibe about her. (David Sedaris likes her if you need confirmation of her kind of humor) I like many of her essays and the first one kind of spoke to me. She wrote about this collection of toy ponies in her kitchen drawer. This collection came about from assorted ex-boyfriends over the years because of her long-standing response to questions is, "Is it a pony?" or "Can I have a pony?" (yes she is a kindred spirit) She isn't sure what to do with all of these ponies but she knows she needs to get rid of them in case she ever died and her parents had to clean out her place and they would find this weird creepy drawer filled with toy ponies. (These are genuine concerns people)
I laughed when I read this. Mr. Jenner gave me a pink toy pony when we were dating. Of course I married him so I only have that one pony. Maybe that is the lesson learned, "don't let every man give you a pony?" The pink sparkly my little pony now lives in a toy box and the kids play with it.
I like how honest the author is about her failings as a human. She refers to herself as morally lethargic and that cracked me up.
I think it is time to make some cocoa and watch a little Downton Abbey.
Mr. Jenner came home Friday afternoon and all was well in my world once again. I made him chicken pie, he brought presents and calm to the house. *cue angels singing*
The weekend has been spent cooking, playing around the house and being with the family. I even escaped here and there and enjoyed the luxury of grocery shopping by myself. Nothing like gliding through the aisles in solitude and contemplating different kinds of crackers without having to discuss it with anyone else.
I made marmalade this weekend. I hope it turns out well. I made shepherd's pie today (in honor of National Pie day) and then I made a trifle. Mr. Jenner had a hankering for one. I made a mace pound cake yesterday and used some of that as the base for the trifle. It turned out beautifully. I did a great deal of cooking today. It was good for the soul and getting me out of my head.
I went to the library yesterday and came home with more books as I don't have enough to read. (you can sense the amount of sarcasm in that sentence all the way in space) I checked out a copy of I Was Told There'd Be Cake and finished that today. It is a series of essays by Sloane Crosley. She has that NPR/This American Life sort of vibe about her. (David Sedaris likes her if you need confirmation of her kind of humor) I like many of her essays and the first one kind of spoke to me. She wrote about this collection of toy ponies in her kitchen drawer. This collection came about from assorted ex-boyfriends over the years because of her long-standing response to questions is, "Is it a pony?" or "Can I have a pony?" (yes she is a kindred spirit) She isn't sure what to do with all of these ponies but she knows she needs to get rid of them in case she ever died and her parents had to clean out her place and they would find this weird creepy drawer filled with toy ponies. (These are genuine concerns people)
I laughed when I read this. Mr. Jenner gave me a pink toy pony when we were dating. Of course I married him so I only have that one pony. Maybe that is the lesson learned, "don't let every man give you a pony?" The pink sparkly my little pony now lives in a toy box and the kids play with it.
I like how honest the author is about her failings as a human. She refers to herself as morally lethargic and that cracked me up.
I think it is time to make some cocoa and watch a little Downton Abbey.
