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Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
BIG sigh of relief
The Praxis is officially over. Now I wait 4 weeks to see if I failed and will have to take it again, or if I passed and will soon be a licensed teacher. We're hoping for the latter.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Say What?!!!
Here is the "official" invitation I received from the university earlier this week. Though I am certainly honored, I'm not so sure I'm ready for my flute debut.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
...Excuse Me???
Overheard from the girl behind us at the movie theater tonight during a quiet part of Sherlock Holmes:
"Yeah, but I really like this stuff - like, the Satanic stuff - it's so creepy!"
.... ?
"Yeah, but I really like this stuff - like, the Satanic stuff - it's so creepy!"
.... ?
Thursday, March 04, 2010
What's that smell?
The other day I was feeling particularly wifely.
Since we spend entirely too much money eating out because I am too tired and hungry to make anything when I get home, I decided to make dinner at home for a change.
I got out all my ingredients, prepped them, put a brand new skillet on the stove, and waited until the perfect moment to begin cooking so it would be done right when Chad got home from work. The moment came, and I felt like Julia Child... (okay... I realize that reference has been over-used in the last year what with Julie & Julia, but oh well) throwing things in a saucepan and waiting for magic to happen. I even used stewed tomatoes! I didn't even know what they were until that night. Then it was all finished and it just had to simmer for 20 minutes until the pasta could cook. I sat on the couch and waited for Chad to walk in the door and be impressed by my dinner. It smelled delicious (onions and garlic will do that). I heard the door at the bottom of the stairs, and then Chad came in. "Mmm!! What's that smell?! I could smell it all the way down the hallway." I grinned with pride "That's dinner!" I went in to check on it, and show off my creation, when I smelled the faint, ominous odor of something burning.
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently my dish was out of liquid to simmer before my simmering timer went off. I tried to rescue the top layer by scooping it out and putting it in a separate dish. Then, like a mature adult, I opened the window and put my pan out on the roof. *sigh* We ate the salvaged dish and it was actually really good. Too bad I burned half of it. So now I have a saucepan with a nice layer of charred pasta, tomatoes and sausage on the bottom. I hope I figure out how to clean it. It's brand new! I guess it had to be officially christened, and in my kitchen, that means having something burnt to the bottom of it.
...Tonight I made fish sticks and tater tots.
Since we spend entirely too much money eating out because I am too tired and hungry to make anything when I get home, I decided to make dinner at home for a change.
I got out all my ingredients, prepped them, put a brand new skillet on the stove, and waited until the perfect moment to begin cooking so it would be done right when Chad got home from work. The moment came, and I felt like Julia Child... (okay... I realize that reference has been over-used in the last year what with Julie & Julia, but oh well) throwing things in a saucepan and waiting for magic to happen. I even used stewed tomatoes! I didn't even know what they were until that night. Then it was all finished and it just had to simmer for 20 minutes until the pasta could cook. I sat on the couch and waited for Chad to walk in the door and be impressed by my dinner. It smelled delicious (onions and garlic will do that). I heard the door at the bottom of the stairs, and then Chad came in. "Mmm!! What's that smell?! I could smell it all the way down the hallway." I grinned with pride "That's dinner!" I went in to check on it, and show off my creation, when I smelled the faint, ominous odor of something burning.
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently my dish was out of liquid to simmer before my simmering timer went off. I tried to rescue the top layer by scooping it out and putting it in a separate dish. Then, like a mature adult, I opened the window and put my pan out on the roof. *sigh* We ate the salvaged dish and it was actually really good. Too bad I burned half of it. So now I have a saucepan with a nice layer of charred pasta, tomatoes and sausage on the bottom. I hope I figure out how to clean it. It's brand new! I guess it had to be officially christened, and in my kitchen, that means having something burnt to the bottom of it.
...Tonight I made fish sticks and tater tots.
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