Queen Anne's Lace and Lilacs

That's a Spicy Nacho!

I'm thinking I may have to give up my Baskin-Robbins Cappuccino Blast.  I haven't been able to sleep, lately, which isn't totally unusual, but it's gotten worse.  This morning, I was awake at 4, after being awake until after 2:30.  I decided I might as well get out of bed at 5:30.  I began reading through my blog reader, and came upon Pioneer Woman's Restaurant Style Salsa.  I decided we could have that, with some of her cheesy nachos, for dinner.  (What a relief!  The question of what's for dinner often results in screaming and crying.)

I didn't tell Bethany about the cheeses - grated Pepper Jack and Habanero Pepper Jack -  because she refuses to eat spicy foods.  Earlier, I had made her take a teeny tiny bite of a chip with the yummy salsa nearly all scraped off.  She sat with her tongue in ice water for the next 15 minutes.  I knew if she was aware of the cheese situation, she wouldn't even take a bite.  So, I didn't tell her.  My, oh, my!  The shrieking! 

Was I bad?  I don't know.  Bethany finally squeaked out, "You KNEW this was going to be spicy!"  She refused any more cheesy chips, despite my insisting she try a few more.

You know, when I was a kid, I detested broccoli. And, I could only eat cauliflower if it was covered in Velveeta.  My mother didn't stop making me eat those foods.  She didn't care at all that I hated them.  I could have sat at the table until the day I died, but I was going to eat that food!   And, now, years later, I love broccoli and cauliflower, and eat them in a variety of ways regularly, and this is just how you have to deal with these things. 

Back to the menu.  We made some guacamole.  Tim bought a cut of London Broil steak, which we cut into strips and fried with onion and garlic.  We layered the chips, the steak and onions, and then those wonderful cheeses, and heated all of that until the cheese melted.  With the salsa and the guacamole, it was as good as eating out!  Well, for some of us.

Sadly, there are no photos.

I forgot (not really) to mention Brett.  He came in, saw what we were having, and left.  Whatever.  It's going to be fun watching these people when they have their own kids.  I'm preparing to be amused.

Sadie's 2010

It's been quite a while since I've posted anything.  No particular reason for this, unless it would be Facebook.  I don't post a lot there, either, but I do enjoy playing "Bouncing Balls."  I'm determined to get past the eighth level, and it's not easy! 

I was trying to think where I should begin.  I'm thinking Sadie Hawkins Day.  Oh, I know.  The kids today just call it, "Sadie's."  They'll do anything to be different!  Of course, that's what they called it back in Brett's day, too, and that was a number of years ago. 

Bethany asked Alex to the dance.  No one just asks a person to the dance anymore.  Even that has turned into a major production.  Bethany and a friend glued about 50 kinds of candy to a poster containing the invitation.  Shoot!  I don't have a picture of that!

The kids went together in a group.  The girls dressed as the Spice Girls, of all things (Bethany was "Baby").  The boys went as the Backstreet Boys.  Or 'N Sync.  Hmmmm....which one were they....I don't think it makes any difference.  Alex's shirt says, "Joey."  I wasn't into either of those boy bands, so I don't know which one had a Joey.

These groups - the Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys, 'N Sync - these are the oldies for these young whippersnappers today.  I guess their going back in time to dress like a '90s band is like my generation getting a kick out of putting on an old poodle skirt and bobby socks.  Speaking of which, my mom made me wear bobby socks LONG after they were out of style.

What HE Said

It's All Fun

Since deciding to become a Giants' fan this year, I've been recording each and every game for Tim.  Unfortunately, we don't have time to watch entire games every single evening, so Tim has taken to fast-forwarding through the game, hoping to catch the highlights.  This is fine with me, as I take this time (about a half hour) to get ready for bed.  (What?!  A half hour is perfectly enough time to watch anything that needs to be watched in a baseball game!)

Often on Wednesdays, the Giants play at noon.  Well, yesterday was Wednesday, and there was no game at noon, but there was one at 3.  I recorded the game.  Now, I've become more generous in my recording.  For the first few weeks, I only recorded a half hour extra (which killed me to do, because I then could not record a number of MY OUR shows), but Tim was missing quite a few ends of games.  So, a couple of weeks ago, I decided to record an hour extra (you're welcome, Baby).  

Tuesday night, the half hour turned into 45 minutes.  Tim came into our room and told me the game had gone into extra innings, so he would be a bit late.  Which was fine, because I was in the middle of "Dancing with the Stars," and Tim hates that show, anyway.  When he finally came to bed, he was a bit bummed.  He'd watched 12 innings, and then the recording stopped.  He didn't know the outcome of the game.  He eventually learned that the Giants had finally beaten the Padres!  Oh....and he didn't get to watch it.  Well, I felt bad, but I had recorded that extra hour.

Now it's Wednesday night.  Same routine.  We watched Glenn Beck and American Idol.  I went back to bed.  Tim started his half-hour baseball.  About an hour later, Tim comes in and says, "Man, they're killing me!  Another 12-inning game!"  I said, "Wow, that's weird."  Tim went back to finish the game. 

He finally came back to bed.  He said, "That was so strange.  It ended just like last night's game.  Is it possible I just watched last night's game again?" 

I thought about that for a couple of seconds and then burst into a fit of laughter that went on for several minutes.  I couldn't breathe!  Every time I tried to answer the question, I'd start laughing, so it took a while to get back to the conversation.  Oh, my gosh! I was laughing so hard I was crying.  Tim was even laughing, but he didn't know why...which made me laugh even harder. 

FINALLY, I was able to ask, "Was it the same pitcher as last night?"  Tim said, "Why, yes! I think it was!"

I didn't think I'd ever stop laughing.  He watches a game until 1 a.m. and, at no point does he think, "Haven't I seen this before?"  Even when the pitcher's the same, the score's the same, the plays are the same, the number of extra innings is the same - oh, Timmy!  Priceless. But...Hey!  It was late!

Of course, I finally had to explain how it came to be that I mistakenly recorded the rerun of the game.  WHO KNEW that they weren't playing an early game?  It was Wednesday!  I do think I've figured it out.  If it's a home game for the Giants, they normally play at noon on Wednesdays.  But, as this game was in San Diego, it was a night game.  And, yes, 3 o'clock isn't the same as noon, I REALIZE THAT, but it was an early Wednesday game, so, whatever.

Oh, my gosh, though!  The actual Wednesday night game?  Tim might be happy he missed that one.  The Giants, um, kind of lost to Arizona.  Well, it was only 13 to 1.  No extra innings!