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Who lets you have your way more than you should? Let me see.. my mother (oh.. so very much), my husband (on a weekly basis), and sometimes my father.. but I think he’s on to me.. I’ve noticed that I’ve gotten away with alot less here lately. Every now and then… I get my way with my sisters.. but I think they’re on to me too… (Rats… I gotta change my MO)
According to the cliche, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but what’s the way to yours? A pair of Italian leather pumps and a Hermes handbag. Or a box of Nerds…you know.. whatever’s handy.
What’s something that should have been put away but hasn’t been? Two laundry baskets full of clean clothes that were washed two weeks ago. Um… it’s on the to-do list people, it’s just that I’ve been too busy with the cookies and all…….
When did you last weigh yourself? Yesterday morning. I try to weight myself in the mornings at least 3-4 times a week.
What do the cops in the donut shop say? “Hey Jim… get me a 1/2 dozen with sprinkles this time… I’ve gotta get to a domestic disturbance call on the other side of town…”. Ohh… I’m just kidding. All the cops in the donut shops say “Way Ohhh Way ohhhhh… Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay oh way ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Walk like an Egyptian”.
So lately, I’ve been on this cookie baking binge.. allow me explain.
My husband buys cookies at the grocery store.. in the deli/bakery section. And it burns me up because for like $2.99 he gets 10 cookies. TEN!!! Which in and of itself is stupid. Who sells ten cookies?? Everyone knows that if you are going to sell bakery type cookies.. you package them in some sort of derivative of a dozen… not TEN! Anyway.. my husband buys two packs for 20 cookies (seriously… not 24… not 18… 20!!!) and then proceeds to chow thru them for the rest of the week. This eats me up because I make good cookies and I enjoy baking said cookies. Once.. a friend of mine was stuck in Iraq for Christmas and I baked him something like 15 dozen cookies. I mean.. really.. I love baking cookies. This love for cookie baking has gotten stronger since my then fiance, now husband, bought me a professional Kitchen Aid mixer as my graduation gift in 2006.
Umm.... soo yummy
**Side Note ** There’s nothing like giving an MBA a kitchen mixer as a gift…huh?? No.. not a Coach leather briefcase or a nice Cross pen set… a stand mixer. What kinda message does that send?? It says “I’m glad you felt the need to further your education but…Bitch.. you’ll stay at home and bake me a pie and a loaf of bread and some mashed potatoes. You will not go out and conquer spreadsheets and establish a career and bring home more money than me. Your place is in kitchen. Oh.. and bring me a beer while you’re making me little weenies for the ballgame”.
Or maybe it says this: ”Are you seriously asking me to buy you another kitchen appliance as a gift? You know I hate giving you kitchen appliances as gifts because it sends the wrong impression. Seriously… STOP ASKING. What are you doing!?!? Take that out of the cart this minute….Really?? You really think that pouting will get you a mixer… Grrr… Oh alright.. but this is the last time. No more kitchen appliances for gifts….damn woman. And don’t tell anyone about this…. “ (I am sooo spoiled)
I forget which was the actual conversation and which I just made up in my head. Meh.. no biggie.
So to encourage myself to be less ‘lazy’ and far less “bored” and to keep my husband from buying 10 counts of cookies that just piss me off, I’ve been baking. And when I say baking I mean “at-least-two-batches-of-cookies-or-somewhere-around-6-dozen-cookies-a-week” baking for the past 3 or 4 weeks. YOWZERS. *note to self… look for diet/light cookie recipes* On the plus side, this baking spree has encouraged me to want to cook more during the week and it’s kick started me on a mission to clean up the spice cabinet (which thus far has involved me researching best methods to store spices and discovering where I can pick up some of those uber cool modern spice tins for c.h.e.a.p)
So the past two weekends have been full of me stopping at the grocery store for random cookie ingredients (like reconstituted lemon juice, Mexican vanilla, and 60% cacao chocolate chips), then baking myself silly while the hubs transforms into the cookie monster taster.
We did manage to get out to Dollywood’s Splash Country on Sunday. It was good clean fun and nice to be out in the sun with our friends D & E for a while. My only issue was that it was seriously windy from the leftover pieces of Ike and you either wanted to be totally dry or completely submersed in water, but not 1/2 in, 1/2 out. Brrrrrrrrrrr I was rewarded for venturing out in a swimsuit was a lovely lunch at my one of my favorite restaurants, The Old Mill. They have this corn chowder that is simply to die for and their corn fritters taste just like little round balls of funnel cake! YUMMM
This weekend should provide for interesting times. Lux and Tink are paying us a visit. Actually, let me rephrase that. We have an empty guest room and this weekend is the Tennessee-Florida game (it was rumored that it was also the location of ESPN’s College Football GameDay, but according to the website… it is not. Maybe that has something to do with a horrible loss to UCLA?? Anyone?? Maybe??) Since hotels have been sold out for a majillion months and are like $2000 a piece.. well.. you see where I’m going when I say that the Engineer’s brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law are coming to squat in our guest bedroom visit. All kidding aside.. we love having them visit us and look forward to a fun filled weekend, even though the Engineer and I will not be attending the game.
“I thought you were die hard fans! Why will you not be attending the game??”, you ask. Well… because (A) this particular game isn’t a very fun game to attend.. with all the player/coach/fan animosity.. the air is always thick with spite, pride, snarkiness, and a dash of “look at me the wrong way you Gator fan and I will kick you in the throat.. oh and.. by the way… go (Bleep) yourself.” Really.. we (UT) have great fans and for the most part (aside the drunks, those who have money on the games, and maybe 70% of the fraternity guys) we’re very pleasant fans/people. This game however, brings out the worst in even the nicest fans. And well.. the Florida fans (and I can only speak for the ones I’ve personally come in contact with) are not so much nice….EVER.
And (B) we’re kinda… gonna (umm.. how do I say this as quickly and pain free as possible) getourbuttshandedtousonabigolFLORIDAplatter. Yeah… it’s a growing year. =/
So for the rest of the week, the Engineer and I will be cleaning house like two people hyped out on ridiculous doses of meth in order to make it appear that we live in a museum with a $5 million dust and air filtration system, even though we have two cats, all whilst maintaining a carefree “meh.. welcome to our humble abode.. we didn’t do anything special when we heard you were coming’ attitudes.
Man… I need a cookie.
