Smarty-pants me!

So who wants to hear the highlight of my Friday night?

I made a pasta salad for dinner tonight -- wide egg noodles, some left over pork steak chopped up into squares tiny enough so as not to choke small children, 1/4 cup of Italian dressing and 1/2 cup mayonnaise. Mix well. (I added tomatoes and olives to my portion once it got to the table; DH is allergic to uncooked tomatoes, but if anyone else out there wants to make it, I highly recommend that addition.) It was an easy, fast, no-brainer meal, perfect for a weekend night.

Apparently I took the "no-brainer" part a little too seriously, though. As I brought the pot from the stove to the sink to drain the noodles in a colander, I somehow managed to slosh a fair amount of boiling water all down the front of me.

I've got a mild burn now at the top of my chest, where the collar of my button-down shirt was open, and another couple burned splotches on my stomach. It's no big deal -- 1st degree only, and I put ice on the areas immediately. I probably won't even be able to feel it tomorrow!

But boy do I feel like a smarty-pants. :-P


~RCH~

I know I've been slacking off lately

...but sometimes I really feel like this. It's a problem.

I actually have a lot to say about family size and the end of my streak (should have worn my lucky socks, dangit!) and my fear come true and a couple new projects I'm working on, but I have neither the time nor the energy lately. Blah!

Maybe you'll hear from me for real this weekend. I'll try, anyway. Sorry.


~RCH~

Day in the life

"Arrrrrgh! Ahoy, me mommy!"

"Ahoy, me toddler."

"I'm Pirate Toddler. We have to go save the baby!"

"I can't right now; I'm cooking the dinner. Can you save her by yourself?"

"Sure!"

[Toddler goes in the other room where the baby had been playing very happily by herself]

Suddenly, from the baby: "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!"


~RCH~

Neener-neener, I'm the winner

I'm trying to be a good sport, but I just can't wipe this big fat grin off my face.

DH and I have a standing date to play Trivial Pursuit on Sunday nights after the girls have gone to bed. We have, since beginning this tradition, played four games. And I am the four-time Trivial Pursuit CHAMPION.

Oh, yes. I'm on a streak. Roll that lucky die and pass me another pie piece, baby!

It surprises me every time. Even back in the day when I was smart, it wasn't the sort of detailed minutiae smart required to win a game like this. And DH, well, he's amazing! A doctor, a pharmacologist, a freaking PhD who knows stats and scores for 30+ years of sports (including sports he never played and doesn't actually enjoy) and the words to every song ever written.

And yet, who's the winner? That's right, kids. Say it with me: RCH is the winner. Every dang time.

This despite answering the question, "What does the letter R stand for when imprinted on automobile tires?" like so: "Uh.... Round? No, wait-- Rubber!" (For future reference, the correct response is radial.) And guessing that the Italian team was allowed to bring wine to the 1932 Olympics in Los Angeles, despite Prohibition, instead of (pay attention, here's the correct answer) the French. (I figured if it had been the French, they'd have brought champagne.)

Apparently it pays to know your trashy celebrity news (I knew that Kate Moss was the poster child for the waif look of the early '90s) and your UN Secretary Generals (thank you, Boutros Boutros-Ghali, first African-Arab to have the job!). Sports & Leisure tripped me up, as it always does, but I correctly guessed water polo (don't remember the question) to earn my green pie piece and I knew -- no guessing required! -- that the Charlotte Hornets were the first NBA team to be named after an insect, an answer which won me the game.

The fabulous thing about my streak is that DH has not let me win. He is fiercely competitive. No, no, children, these wins are all mine. I am the QUEEN. (There I go with that big fat grin again!)

As we put the board away tonight, he suggested that maybe we should play Cranium next week. To which I replied, "Bring it on, baby."


~RCH~

I'm going to miss it here

Today's weather reports for various places of interest:

My hometown: High of 45F.
The town I lived in before this one: High of 36F.
The town I will live in next: High of 40F.
The town I almost lived in: High of 22F.

The town I live in now: High of 66F. Sunny with a light breeze.

*Sigh!* I'll really miss the "winters" here.


~RCH~

Eeeeek.

Okay, so remember once upon a time two months ago when I smashed my finger in the car door? The finger itself is fine now; I have even regained complete sensation in the nerves along the side. And yet....

All is not well in the Land of Fingers.

Ever since that happened, one side of the fingernail has been growing in the wrong direction -- away from the nail bed and the finger itself, like it wants to come off despite the other half of the nail still being firmly attached. It's odd and very creepy. But yesterday it got worse: Somehow it snagged on something, and now it really is threatening to come off. I've had it wrapped in a bandage ever since, but I'm still freaked out.

First of all, what if it does come off? That sounds like a bad thing to me! What is the evolutionary purpose of fingernails, anyway? My guess is to protect, um, the delicate and sensitive tops of my fingers. (DH isn't here or I'd ask him.) If the tops of my fingers are so delicate and sensitive, I don't want them exposed! I need my fingernail ON!

And secondly, what if this is a permanent condition? What if the nail -- or half of it, anyway -- has now been thoroughly trained to grow the wrong way? What if it falls off, and then grows back all convex and prone to repeated snagging and falling off? Am I destined to repeat this freakish cycle indefinitely?

Eeeew. And eeeek.

I wish DH were home.


~RCH~