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Jan. 23rd, 2007
Day 4494 Evening
Jan. 23rd, 2007 06:46 pmWell, I don't know anything more about Dad than I did this morning.
What I do know is that the Marchand De Vin sauce is not worth the amount of time I spent on it but it is better the second day. It is also really good on potatoes. I also know that if I want fruit for either me or Emily, I will have to buy it daily... Liz has eaten almost all the fruit I bought for this week Saturday and Emily and I haven't had a taste for it. I am especially angry about the blueberries. Both the girls love them and could have easily eaten all that I got but I intended to share them out between them... one by one if necessary. Now Liz has gone and eaten all of them when Emily was the one who asked for them. (Why not buy more blueberries, you ask? Because they are expensive and because Liz believes that a serving of anything is all we have in the house. If I had bought four times the amount, they would still be all gone.)
I also know that my cats approve of this quilt. Every time I go to work on it, I'm dumping at least one cat off.
Work.. we don't want to think about work today. I can't get Outlook Express to behave and Sarah shared a bit of timely personal information with me that I would have guessed even if she hadn't told me.
Second charm story:
There is a beetle on my bracelet... that opens to four Beatles singing "Yeah Yeah Yeah". This is a recent addition but it has a looong back story. When I was very small, the Beatles were all the rage. Not ever being one to follow the crowd, I had no use for them for two reasons. First, I heard them compared with my favorite band, the Monkees. to the Monkees' detriment. Second, I had to wear, every week on Saturday, one of their sweatshirts with an awful pair of olive drab polyester peg leg pants... the kind with seams sewn up the front to imitate creases. So I hated them for years. Then I heard Paperback Writer on the radio when I was about 11 and decided it wasn't fair to hate a band without ever listening to them. I am glad I have my extreme youth to blame for not realizing how good they were back in the day... but in 1964, I was only 1. They are still not my favorite band, that honour goes to a-ha, but they come in a close second.
and a picture of the first charm.
What I do know is that the Marchand De Vin sauce is not worth the amount of time I spent on it but it is better the second day. It is also really good on potatoes. I also know that if I want fruit for either me or Emily, I will have to buy it daily... Liz has eaten almost all the fruit I bought for this week Saturday and Emily and I haven't had a taste for it. I am especially angry about the blueberries. Both the girls love them and could have easily eaten all that I got but I intended to share them out between them... one by one if necessary. Now Liz has gone and eaten all of them when Emily was the one who asked for them. (Why not buy more blueberries, you ask? Because they are expensive and because Liz believes that a serving of anything is all we have in the house. If I had bought four times the amount, they would still be all gone.)
I also know that my cats approve of this quilt. Every time I go to work on it, I'm dumping at least one cat off.
Work.. we don't want to think about work today. I can't get Outlook Express to behave and Sarah shared a bit of timely personal information with me that I would have guessed even if she hadn't told me.
Second charm story:
There is a beetle on my bracelet... that opens to four Beatles singing "Yeah Yeah Yeah". This is a recent addition but it has a looong back story. When I was very small, the Beatles were all the rage. Not ever being one to follow the crowd, I had no use for them for two reasons. First, I heard them compared with my favorite band, the Monkees. to the Monkees' detriment. Second, I had to wear, every week on Saturday, one of their sweatshirts with an awful pair of olive drab polyester peg leg pants... the kind with seams sewn up the front to imitate creases. So I hated them for years. Then I heard Paperback Writer on the radio when I was about 11 and decided it wasn't fair to hate a band without ever listening to them. I am glad I have my extreme youth to blame for not realizing how good they were back in the day... but in 1964, I was only 1. They are still not my favorite band, that honour goes to a-ha, but they come in a close second.
and a picture of the first charm.
