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Reese: “Mama, whatcha doin’?”
Me: “I’m making you a peanut butter sandwich for lunch.”
Reese: “I don’t want the peanut bulla.”
Me: (amused) “Oh. Well then, what do you want?”
Reese: “Peanut bulla!”
Ah.
Anybody else’s bracket as busted as mine? Man. Thanks a lot, Clemson. Thanks a lot, Duke. Coach K, I expected more from you, honestly. Work on your game in-the-paint. Duh. I played basketball for one sad season, only scored one point (I still don’t know how I got fouled…must have had the ball in my hands), but even I know you can’t shoot (and miss) threes all night and expect to win.
The good news: Hansbrough and the dandies at UNC haven’t failed me. Yet. I picked them to win it all. Who’d you pick?
The ‘Madness has set in. The brackets are filled, ESPN at the ready, the smack-talk exchanged…let the tournament begin!
May my bracket be truer than Michael’s, may Reese deal well with the overdose of TV basketball, and may Psycho T take the Tar Heels all the way to the top. Amen.
It’s awesome, baby!
I just figured out how to make Monday mornings go down easier: make a weekend breakfast. Reese and I just had scrambled eggs (and cheese), bacon and cranberry-orange bread for breakfast. Feels like Saturday morning instead of a rainy Monday. Top of the marnin to ya!
I guess I could’ve made my mom’s Irish coddle for the occassion, but seriously. Don’t expect great things from me until after seven o’coffee.
I really want to get in the car and road-trip today. Sunroof open, no music, just loud wind. Not sure where I’d go. Out of the city. Somewhere new. Or somewhere new on the way to somewhere old.
Why’d ya have to be so cute? / It’s impossible to ignore you / Must you make me laugh so much? / It’s bad enough we get along so well / Say goodnight and go.
(from “Goodnight & Go” – Imogen Heap, Speak For Yourself)
As I was sitting here I just realized I have a whisker poking out from my jawline. I gotta go pluck that.
Before I go, though, I confess my love for peach preserves! I wonder what would happen if I mixed them with raspberries or strawberries. Either way, it’s still goodness on my english muffin.
Also good: tomorrow is going to be 62 degrees. Planning an evening outside! Need wide open space. Memorial Park will probably do the trick.
I have never been so excited to shave my legs! I found this new shaving cream by Alba Botanica, can’t wait to use it after Michael emerged from the shower glowing, his face smelling like real mint, and raving about the best shave of his life.
Go see this guy’s photography. He is a friend of Kate’s husband, Todd. Spectacular shots. The prairie never looked so good!
Last night I made pork chops in the slow-cooker, and realized that they have to be one of my all-time favorite comfort foods. I feel cozy & comfy when I have a chop on a plate with some sort of potato (potatoes put the comfort in comfort foods!).
It’s been a comfort food week. I also made my mom’s oven-fried chicken – finger-lickin’, lip-smackin’ good! (I love-love-love fried chicken. Cold or hot, it matters not. Sorry, Randel.) And, when Jane was here I had meatloaf and homemade cheddar biscuits. I wonder if somewhere in my psyche I’m trying to console myself about something: this long, long winter, perhaps?
Next week, Katie’s coming over for another one of my favorites, pasta & bacon! (specifically, Cheryl’s carbonara recipe) Need to get: the recipe for Alicia’s blueberry orange bread. Had some this morning and it was sooo good with orange slices & coffee.
What’s your idea of comfort food?
2.20.08
She was right. Annemarie told me to check out this blog, and now I’m in love. Check it. It’s also on my blogroll to the left. I’m inspired to do a little visual blogging myself!
