I Found It


Scan-4YES!!!!  This is the scanned picture Anika drew of Max!  I’m so excited and so up in the air about this.  Isn’t that girl an undiscovered talented artist?  And gorgeous to boot.family-355 That’s Anika on the left of an Andrew sandwich, with Laurie, Anika’s twin brother, and Ethan in the back.  They are all a couple of years older now, but really a group of good looking kids.  Now I’m wondering which one is going to the UK vs Louisville game with their dad tonight.

Bill HAS to attend the games, because of his job at UK.  Doesn’t that make you want to cry him a river?  My older brother, Tony, used to have to do that job, and after a few years of it I think he got tired of going, but Bill takes one of the kids with him each time he has to go to a game.  We asked him Thursday which one was going with him today and he didn’t really answer.  Just said whoever was the best for the rest of the week.  Don and Mike both started grinning and told him he would have to pretend they were his kids for one of two of the games then, because they were always better than the kids.  I could add a comment or ten on that subject here, but I’ll save that for future blackmail material.  Ummm, I mean for another post.

Bill and Ethan at Final Four, 2012 This is Bill and Ethan last year at the Final Four in New Orleans, where UK won the championship.  I don’t really follow any sport, but I will admit my blood runs UK blue.  I also have several UK shirts.  All for survival of course.  One brother, two kids, a granddaughter, a grandson, all either still in, working for, or in some way screaming GO CATS, so I would be found guilty of high treason if I didn’t at least support the game.  We’re talking basketball here folks, not football.  I don’t think anyone in the extended family would argue that they are not good at football.

I really wish I had remembered to take my camera with me to my party, because Ethan now has a bush growing on his face.  It almost matches his Uncle Mike’s bushy face, except Mike is beginning to (gulp) get a bit gray.  And he’s my baby.  And only 11 1/4 years old, due to his birthday being on Feb. 29.  That wouldn’t be so bad except that he acts like an 11 year old kid.  Janette and I decided on duct tape instead of a plaster cast for him, and we decided to duct tape Noah to him after some of the shenanigans on Thursday.  I think duct tape across Mike’s face would be even better, because when he pulls it off, we might get to see what he looks like for the first time in years.

I’m not sure what this post is supposed to be about tonight.  I was just really so thrilled to find my scanned photos, that now I know where to look for more of them when I scan them in, and WordPress started to crunch the photo but changed it’s mind and let it in.  Must be my lucky day.

I also found someone willing to go to the grocery for me today, so I now have some frozen TV dinners, which are a welcome switch from the soups I’ve been eating.  The first one I ate even had some beautiful, green peas that stayed crunchy when they were warmed up.  What more could I ask for.  The pain level is dropping, so my shoulder is probably healing on it’s own, I ate some crunchy peas, visited with friends downstairs, got a few groceries….I even asked Steve to bring me a couple of the microwavable potatoes so I can have baked potatoes with sour cream and shredded cheese on them.  Didn’t think about getting some broccoli to put on top, but then I don’t think I could hold the knife yet.  But, ya never know.

A.

What A Week


And it ain’t over yet.  But after fighting with my computer, the internet, WordPress, and my shoulder for several days, I finally was able to get back on my blog.  I have had to reset my password about 25 times this week, and right now I’m not very sure which one finally worked, but Firefox has something on it that remembers passwords for me, so hopefully it will remember the one that finally opened the blog back up.  Or maybe I should say, opened the dashboard up so I could start posting again.

Rose in December Decided to show my rose in December photo again, because today my kids were here for our Christmas/birthday celebration, and Gina had my cake decorated to look like a large rose.  Of course it was my angel’s food cake, but this time the “frosting” was a whipped cream, marshmallow mix, and I’m not sure who decorated it, but it looked just like a beautiful red rose.  I really hated to see it cut, and really, really wanted to just bring it up to the apartment and preserve it forever, but the grand-kids over-ruled me on that one.  And if you believe that, I have a big blue bridge across the Ohio River that I’ll sell you.  A real bargain price too.  Unfortunately, I forgot to take my camera down with me, so I’m waiting for one of them to post some photos on Facebook that I can save to my computer and maybe download to the blog later.

My day started with a surprise visit from a friend from long ago, bringing me some fresh fruit.  A very welcome gift at this moment when I can’t go out to the grocery, and have to order things without seeing them first.  I really like to look over my fresh fruit before I buy it, but haven’t been able to get over there since the shoulder injury.  And I still don’t know if surgery will be required or not, but since the doctor wants me back in his office to deliver the news I don’t think it is going to be really good news when I hear it.  Well, I’ve lived all these years with MS, so I guess I can make it a few more years with a sore shoulder.

My computer is making some really weird noises at me right now.  There are days I would like to drop kick it down the hall, but then I regain my remaining brain cells and think about broken toes, and the fact that I don’t have any combat boots or steel toed shoes any more, and just shut it down for the night.  Or I can stick my tongue out at it and make silly faces, just to show it I won’t let it tell me what to do.  Of course that just ends up in another fight with it, and I’m not all that techy, so it usually wins that battle.  One of these days though, I’ll really show it who is boss around here.  It is, of course, but as long as I don’t say that out loud it will never know that because I happen to know computers are only as smart as the person using them.  That makes mine a real dummy.

Well, I think I should rest this shoulder a bit more.  Also have another blog to write, acknowledging Mark Bialczak and thanking him for awarding me my second Blog of the Year award.  I do hope I spelled his name correctly.  Right now I’m not sure I can spell mine.  Anyway, Mark is a great guy, with a great blog, and I thank him very much.

A.

Personal Train Wrecks


barbeque grill Okay, so this isn’t really a train wreck — it’s an unusual barbecue pit, but this past week, while posting about my family I’ve experienced some train wrecks along the way.  A few spectacular falls, switching from my ATT cell phone to a pay-by-the minute phone that no one seems to know the number, even though I emailed it to the family, my computer refusing to accept WordPress (that will change tomorrow) and assorted other things I will tell you about.

I really don’t know where to start.  I guess first is that I have lived in this building for 11 years now, and have never turned the heat on.  I usually get the heat from all of the people below me who turn their thermostats up to 5000 degrees, and of course, heat rises, so that means I have to turn on my fan, open the windows (which requires liberally spraying them with WD40) and wearing summer clothing all winter.  This year, however, I don’t think anyone has turned their heat on, because I’m freezing.  I may have to break my 11 year tradition by turning the heat on.  You know, that actually hurts my feelings.  How can all those people do that to me?

And of course, the weather doesn’t help a bit.  Cloudy, windy, rainy.  It’s getting in my bones.  I think it’s in bones I didn’t know existed until this year.  And I’m pretty sure I have more joints than ever before too, because they are all achy breaky heart like.

So, one of the ways I’ve tried to combat the weather is by making soup.  Lots of soup.  First was some pumpkin carrot soup.  Gina was supposed to email a recipe for it, but she didn’t send it in time, so I sorta made up my own.  I wish I had remembered to take some photos of my pumpkin cutting routine, but I had pumpkin guts all over myself, and didn’t want to take time out to clean my hands for the camera.  Anyway, I found the pumpkins kinda hard to cut in to.  So, with my knife stuck in the first one, and me unable to pull it out or get it thru, I pulled out my trusty rubber mallet and hammered away at the knife.  Success!  I got the seeds out, then opened the second pumpkin the same way.  Stuck them both on parchment paper lined cookie sheet and roasted them in the oven.  Let ’em cool enough to work with and scooped out the flesh and stuck it in the crock pot with the carrots, some stock, milk, spices, put the top on and let it cook on low all night.  Pulled some out of the pot in the morning, after mashing the carrots up a bit, and it was really delicious.  Had a couple of meals of it, then froze the rest, so I could make more soup.

100_2559 Guess you can figure out my next soup project.  Potato, sausage and kale.  That was probably the biggest spud I’ve ever seen.  The blue thingy is my ceramic chef’s knife stuck in the potato.  I was afraid of trying the mallet on that, because I didn’t want to break it.  So, I just had to see-saw the knife until it went thru the spud.  It only took a couple of these to fill up the crock pot, along with the sausage, onions, stock and whatever else I put in it.  I waited until morning to add the kale, because I just wanted it wilted.  I’m still eating this.  I did freeze some of it, but I have one serving left for tonight.

Of course none of this happened without some wounding along the way. 100_2562 I sorta chopped my finger while I was chopping the onion.  It didn’t start bleeding right away, and I just sat there staring at it for a couple of minutes, just not believing it happened.  So I had to stop and do some first aid halfway thru the soup making process, then put on a rubber glove.  Recovered completely now.  Can’t even remember which finger it was.

A.