so tonight i made that wonderful creamy potato soup. I haven’t made it in a very long time.
It wasn’t until i started making it that i realized that this was the first dish that i had ever made for my husband. We had been dating for only a few months and we were at his parents house, Hubby, his brother Jon and me and it was lunch time. Hubby and I scrounged around the kitchen for a little while looking for food. I discovered that they had the ingredients to the soup that i had just learned how to make in cooking class, so i offered to make lunch of him. I asked Jon if he wanted some too and he agreed. So i went into the kitchen and feeling very domestic like i was able to re-create the soup that i had made in my cooking class. I call them over for to eat and future-hubby gushes over it, making me feel good.
Jon asks what kind of soup it was and i told him potato soup. He asks what brand, and i blush and tell him that its homemade. I took it as a compliment (although over the years I’ve discovered that a lot of my food tastes like it comes from a box/can and i’m not exactly proud of it anymore)
It was the first thing i made that i ever got complimented on. it was when i learned that i actually liked cooking.
Well i was thinking about this as i cooked diner. By a wonderful coincidence diner was done exactly as Hubby walked in the door from work. As we all sat down at the diner table to eat, i told hubby. “Diner tonight is special, can you guess why?”
He took one bite of the food and he smiled at me. “This was the first thing you made wasn’t it?” he asked.
*swoon* He remembered.
He got up and served himself two extra bowls of it. Eight years later and he still likes my potato soup. I love that man
So tonight I was sitting here writing another chapter to my story. Husband is off with my brother in law playing video games and Baby and I are here alone. I’ve been procrastinating for a few days with writing this story so when i got the urge to write in it, i didn’t want to let anything get in the way. I sat here while Caleb ran around the house. He asked a few times for me to put teletubbies on for him, but we don’t have a DVD and PBS isn’t showing it until tomorrow morning. Things got quiet and so i decided to get up and make sure he wasn’t destroying his bedroom or invading Poland or anything. I turn in my chair and have to jump to avoid kicking him in the face.
My little boy had crawled up behind me while i was writing, wrapped himself up in his daddy’s blanket and fell asleep behind my chair as I wrote.
Can he get any cuter? I submit that he cannot.
So i went to the thrift store yesterday and cleared them out of books. Well not really, i left anything that i thought would contain the words “her heaving bossom” and well there were a lot still left on the shelves. I walked out of there with anything i had heard of before. Two large bags of books.
Caleb walked out with a book about cats and a bright red felt cowboy hat.
It was a good haul.
Last night i picked a book at random and started reading. Fried Green Tomatoes at The Whistle Stop Cafe
Wow. Good book. Suprizingly so. it was random and hard to follow at first, but really cute and funny and interesting. I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning just to finish it. Reminded me of my grandma…my crazy grandma, the one who pushed my mom down the stairs…
Lots of fun. I’d totally reccomend it (i’d lend it out if i didn’t think i’d be reading it again in the next few days).
I’ll keep you updated if i find any more jewels in my pile o’ books.
I haven’t been blogging in a while because I’ve been working on my story. I hate to admit it but i’m on chapter 24 right now. I can’t believe I’ve spent so much time and emotional energy on a story that i will never publish. Thats got to say something about me, although i’m not sure exactly what. I’ve been having a lot of fun with it though. I’ve also been making lots of playlists to listen to while writing.
So today’s mission is to fill you in on whats been going on in my life int he past month and a half.
Caleb was in kindergarten for four days before i pulled him out. Every single day i went to pick him up someone would have a word for me about my son’s behavior. He wasn’t sitting still in class, and he was being disruptive. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Thats exactly what i warned them about, but he was enjoying it so i kept him in. On day four, I got a call from his teacher in the middle of the school day. She told me that he had attacked two other kids during circle time.
I hate to sound the parent that thinks her kid can do no wrong, but that is just so NOT like him. I’ve never received a single complaint about aggressive behavior from him int he entire year he was in preschool. He goes to church every week and plays with other kids all the time and has never been shown to be aggressive. I don’t think that his teacher would make something like that up though, maybe exaggerate…maybe, but not make it up. It was obvious that something was wrong there and that it was not the place for Caleb.
Homeschool was supposed to start a month ago but theres been a problem with registration so i haven’t been able to enroll. Its beyond frustrating right now, and thats all i really have to say about that.
I’ve been spending a lot of time writing my story, but i’ve also spent time writing articles for a home town magazine that my sister in law wants to start out. I’ve also been doing editing work for her. I even decided on a pen name. Annora Coffey. I don’t have much confidence in this magazine going anywhere, but its fun to think that i may actually become a published writer (even if not a professional one, as the magazine isn’t going to be making much, if any, money for a while).
What else…money’s tight, our car has broken down three times in the past three weeks. Life is chaotic. You know the usual. One of my best friends is moving away to another town, but is still a short drive away. I think that i finally figured out the problem that made it so that i couldn’t talk to Sarah on messenger, LOL, but haven’t been able to test the theory because she hasn’t been online much.
Caleb’s made a lot of progress in his OT. he’s met his goals for the year already, a month and a half early. His Occupational Therapist is very impressed with his progress, and i’m very proud of my little boy.