Sunday, February 26, 2006

I'm not Martha Stewart

Ok, it's been almost 2 weeks since my last post and I am feeling pressured to write something. I don't really have anything exciting to add, so I'll just put down a few details of what's been happening the last few weeks.

Martha Stewart's perfect chocolate cake isn't so perfect after all. For months now I have been wanting to make this cake, She made it on her show and it looked so good. I figured if it's from Martha Stewart's recipe book then it should be wonderful. Well, I have mixed feelings about this cake. The cake itself was good, although I over baked it a bit even though I took in out 5 minutes sooner than it called for. The ganache that went over it I could have done without. If I make it again I 'll do things a bit differently. I just get carried away with Martha Stewart stuff and always think her recipes are going to be better that what I've done in the past. Sometims, Kristin does know best!

My Grandma Eva has had to go live in an assisted living home. She's only been there a few weeks. And since it is a brand new facility, she is only one of three residents living in the memory loss wing. We, and by that I mean my brothers and sister and all their family went to visit with her tonight. The home is really nice and has a very upscale feel to it. Eva's not particulary happy about being there and would rather go home. But after her little adventure around the town where she lived, the family decided she needed supervision. We have discovered that our grandma has quite a fiesty side. Grandma and one of the other residents don't really get along. I guess they got in an argument last week that lasted 4 hours! They live in the memory loss wing... you'd have thought that they'd both have forgotten about the argument at some point. And grandma tried taking a swing a the lady. I didn't know my grandma had it in her. I hope that they get more residents soon...and hopefully they'll be people that Eva likes! :)

I am totally addicted to American Idol. I get sucked into this show every season. I really like the 17 year old girl, Paris. I think she's really good. For the guys, I think I like the rocker guy Chris. He reminds me of someone, I just don't know who.

Dan and I bought a new refrigerator on Saturday. It's getting delivered on Tuesday and I can't wait. It's so cute. It's stainless steel with the freezer on bottom and the french door refrigerator top. our kitchen is going to look so different... and smaller because our fridge now is dinky and doesn't even fill the whole space.

Well, that's enough ramblings for one night. Good night

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

My Funny Valentine

As someone who once spent years of being depressed and cynical on Valentine's Day, I can now really enjoy this holiday. I used to hate February 14th. It was just this horrible reminder that once again, I was not dating anyone. I'd watch co-workers receive beautiful bouquets of roses and discuss their dinner plans...and I would feel left out.
Now that I am finally married - I get to have Valentine's Day any day of the year. Yes, it's wonderful to get the extra attention and of course the presents on Feb. 14th , but my husband really does an amazing job of making me feel loved and appreciated every day. So now February 14th is a special day for us, but it's not the important date that I used to think it was when I was single.
Just to let you know just how wonderful my husband is, he had a dozen roses delivered to the house this morning and as part of my gift he wrote me another heartfelt love letter ( he gave me the first one last year on Valentine's Day).

To my single friends reading this, hang in there. Looking back, I'm glad now that I didn't waste Valentine's Day on men who weren't going to be my husband. All my memories of Valentine's Day are going to be about Dan and I. And I like that.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

It's greek to me

I don't understand football, and I don't think I will ever care enough about it to even try and understand it. It's just a lot of people getting paid a lot of money to run up and down the field with a ball.