I made pistachio pudding and poured it into a graham cracker crust. It was very yummy, especially with whipped cream on top. Is that called something? I think grasshopper has mint flavor, not pistachio. Anyway, it tasted good.
I'm having a minor stroke just thinking about public schools and fund raisers. Best not to ask me about either, really.
In a country that thinks nothing of exposing bra straps and even thong straps, why are women so afraid of panty lines? Personally, I think people should be grateful that I am wearing undergarments, and keeping them covered. I was always taught that if people can see your underwear through your pants, it means that your pants are too tight, and that if people can see your underwear through your skirt, then you should be wearing a slip. How did that ever get warped into the idea that less underwear or no underwear is somehow more decent? Boggles the mind.
Beginner class has started at taiko. I do not have much stamina for jumping jacks, which is shameful, but I don't give up. So far, I've only experienced very slight soreness around my inner elbows, and tightness in my neck and shoulders. Not bad, really.
Today I was angry at someone. There is someone who always comes early, but hides in other rooms and is sometimes very clever about doing as little actual work as possible. No one else has noticed. Today, this person was the first there. He decided that standing and holding the door of the practice room open was the best use of his time, since the doorstop was being used for another door temporarily. Everyone else was actually working - physically. I was very nearly rude. And that makes me twice as mad. If there is one thing I hate, it is when someone won't allow me to navigate a situation reasonably. I really do have an awful temper, but I work hard not to be outwardly angry. If someone forces it out of me, I feel a great number of things at once. Firstly, I am always extremely offended to be forced. Secondly, I am ashamed to give in to my angry impulses. Thirdly, I am frustrated by the other person's inability to cooperate and help me keep things civil. Not to mention that I despise rudeness in others, and certainly don't like disappointing my own scruples.
Josh does that, frequently. One of our greatest problems is that I loath public fighting, and in his mind, there is no such thing as, "We'll talk about it later." He even fights (or deliberately provokes fights - as seen above- out of me) in front of the kids! There is no reason that they should ever, EVER have to witness that. EVER. We actually talked about this sort of thing a few days ago. Hopefully, it will never need to be brought up again. (Well, I can dream, can't I?)
Having Josh's days off in the middle of the week hasn't gotten any better, just yet. It comes out to him having two nights off a week, but at a time where he can't put them to any kind of use in a social sense. Don't know why he is also prevented from household chores, etc. And then, of course, I have no days off. Or nights. Or mornings. I occasionally have help during dinner time, but that doesn't translate into help with dinner.
It sounds like I'm furious at Josh, but really I'm not. (That was last week. :P)
Tomorrow morning I am babysitting again. I've finally saved up for a haircut AND tip, but I'm thinking I should also save up for Abbie's haircut and tip, and then we can go together one day while Grant is in school.
My latest project has been copying all the CDs I own onto the computer as digital music files. They aren't actually MP3s, but I can't remember what they are, so you'll have to just use your imagination. The result is that I can now make CDs for the car with all the songs I bought in my teens and 20's mixed together with ones that I've recently recorded off the radio. OK, so I'm still a little behind the times, but I can pretend that I have a cool IPOD-type thing like you do. And Cahen very sweetly gave me a CD player and it lives in my kitchen. Ah! Can't wait to listen to The Cambridge Singers, followed by Clutch, followed by Fiona Apple, followed by Sissel, followed by Maroon 5!! You know, once when we had a serendipitous windfall, I actually bought 5 songs off of Amazon Music, but somehow they didn't get backed up and are gone. So sad. So wasteful.
Well, I am off to make tomorrow's lunch for Grant. He still loves school. His first "mid-term" is all top scores. And Abbie loves dance class, too.
Today was chilly. I hope you have some season-appropriate comfort food. Wishing you all a happy week!
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