| Last night my daughters friend spent the night.?I was rather reluctant to have her at my house...mostly because she tends to be a bit of a handful, but her mom drops?my daughter?at school for me and makes sure that she is picked up when I get caught in things like the rain.?To top it off, I had been suffering from a three day (two day at the time) sinus headache, but to the girls credit they were both very well behaved.?This morning I asked the girls what they wanted for breakfast (still had my headache).They said cereal and oatmeal...and I went into the kitchen to get it and looked at the box of blueberry pancake mix that I bought about a month or so ago.So I asked them if they wanted pancakes (even though we have no bacon in the house...I think bacon is a necessity when cooking breakfast), and they said yes.As I was mixing the batter I started to think about when I owned MY house (I live in?my dad's house), and how we would make waffles...and no, I did not pack it when I came back home...but didn't I BUY one???...I was sure that I did, and I started looking through my cabinets, and sure enough...there it was.It is not like me to forget something like that...but what a nice surprise, so I made waffles instead.I got the girls dressed for church...and church is only up the block thank God (can't believe I just typed that...there is never parking to be found on Sundays).Father Arthur asked all the Brownies, Girl Scouts, Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts to come to every mass today (yippee).?My daughter and her friend sing in the choir...her friends mother was waiting outside.We probably live closer than everyone else and are always the last ones to arrive.I sent her friend across the street and went to get something out of my vehicle that was parked across the street from the church.To be honest, church was the last thing I wanted to do this morning.We walked up the stairs to the choir loft...I am not Catholic but my grandmother was, and she went to that church and I took her.I never knew there was a loft...I had to have a kid to get up to the choir loft which is accessed via a rather steep spiral staircase. |
| I never knew there was a loft...I had to have a kid to get up to the choir loft which is accessed via a rather steep spiral staircase.I get to the top and the other mother says "Where's her (Brownie) sash?" to which I responded "home".She said they needed it.I went back down the stairs and down the block and got to my house when I realized it was in my vehicle.So I walked back up the block, got her sash and went back to the loft.The other mother then asked me where HER daughters sash was (how the hell was I supposed to know)...and I did not say it like that, but it turns out it was in her bag in my house.Sooo...I went back downstairs and down the block and got her sash (wtf) and back up to the loft again...well...sinus headache and sweating like I just had a work out.I sat two rows behind her and the woman in front of me (her daughter is also one of my Brownies) asked what was wrong and I looked at the other mother and back at her and mouthed "I could fucking kill her...I have been to church three times now."So...now that we have established that I KNOW I am going to burn in hell (and again, I am not even Catholic, but I know better)...during the service I looked at the mural of Jesus...which I tend to concentrate on when I am upset or bored...and I was both because the Asian Father-whose-name-I-do-not-know was giving the service which means you cannot understand 85% of what he is saying (it's true)...and I asked the mural why did I HAVE to have a headache today...was it not enough that I had all kinds of stuff to do all week and now Father Arthur wanted us to stand outside and it is cold out...could I at least not have a headache while doing that?I started thinking about people that are REALLY sick and still come to church because they expect to feel better...and even I know I am not REALLY sick, my mom had cancer for 31 years.ANYWAY...we came out of church (it was all rather disorganized) and went to Dunkin Donuts for coffee...and I went back to my house to put warmer clothes on my daughter, and by the time we were finished and walking back up the block to church my headache was gone...totally the truth.Keep your fingers crossed for me tonight though, because THAT is usually when it starts.In the early evening my daughter and I went for a walk...and ended up at Target...and ended up spending over $150 which seems like the usual thing that happens when we go to Target with the intention of getting one item.We got home and I started dinner, and I was looking through my cabinets and I found a box of Chocolate Chocolate Chip pancake mix (yes, that's right...Chocolate Chocolate twice)...and all of a sudden I remembered...I have not made waffles since my mom passed away two years and four months ago...I would make them for my daughter...Waffles with Whipped Cream, sliced strawberries and sliced kiwi fruit and raspberry syrup...yes, food can be a lethal weapon in my hands.Two whole years.I guess maybe it is time to NOT not think about somethings and remember stuff...at least the foil bag that the mix is in is still sealed...oh yeah, and there really WAS bacon in my refrigerator after all. |
| I guess maybe it is time to NOT not think about somethings and remember stuff...at least the foil bag that the mix is in is still sealed...oh yeah, and there really WAS bacon in my refrigerator after all. |
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