Jul 272009
 

Craig and I are in the early stages of ruining our family and home by adopting a dog. This week we’re discussing whether the dog should come from a breeder or shelter. Since people are always comparing dogs to men, I have concerns about the shelter route.I’ve never cared for a dog before, but I have cared for men…and while it always felt exciting to take in one who needed rescuing, it usually saved me a lot of hassle when I chose the well bred kind.

So the debate continues.

Jul 272009
 

Last night I excitedly served a beautiful salad with dinner instead of our standard frozen brocolli. Craig sat down to eat and said without sarcasm, “Honey, did you cut this tomato yourself?

And this is why I love my husband: because he always notices the tomato. Isn’t that all we want? For our puny but painstaking love offerings to be noticed and appreciated?

I wanted to reply YES, HUSBAND I DID! And not only did I CUT the tomato but a few days ago I DROVE to the grocery store and remembered to BUY the tomato because I was feeling very homemaky and thought it might be nice for us to have a fresh salad one evening. So I WROTE “tomato” on my GROCERY LIST so that I would have one for JUST such an occasion as tonight’s dinner! Do you believe what a grown – up I am and how organized I must be to have a GROCERY LIST? And so tonight when I was making dinner, I REMEMBERED that the tomato was in the refrigerator and I CUT it, and then I put it in the salad! And just look at it now, it’s so RED! Our salad is COLORFUL! And did you notice that I got out the salad tongs too??? And can you imagine that I did all of this while simultaneously keeping our three kids alive? I mean the tomato thinking and writing down and buying and remembering and cutting and finding the tongs weren’t even my MAIN JOBS this week! THANK YOU, HUSBAND for understanding that this tomato situation is a MIRACLE!! And I’m sure you can also understand that after all of this miracle working I’ll need a break. Dishes and bedtime are, obviously, on you.

 

Aug 052009
 

One day Chase brought home a PTA flyer that read: “For Teacher Appreciation Week, let’s give the teachers a lunch banquet of home cooked food. Please send in your favorite dish, along with the recipe card.” WHAT? I panicked and reread the flyer, searching for the, “Check this box if you’d rather just send $10,” part. No box. I imagined all the other moms casually flipping through their “favorite dish” recipe card files, since apparently these existed. For the thousandth time I whined to Craig, “Why is kindergarten so haaaaaaaaard??” I considered boycotting the event, out of principle, and incompetence. But I really did want to appreciate the teachers. Teachers are the people I appreciate the most. So on Banquet Day I proudly delivered a batch of gourmet cupcakes with red and black Bobcat frosting and the following “recipe card:”

Melton Cupcake Family Recipe

1. Google “local bakery”

2. Dial, state order, read credit card number

3. Relax on couch immediately with large glass of wine.