Monthly Archive: January 2004

I’ve just had one of the worst evenings ever with Karin. So bad that I left the house in tears and walked around the neighborhood twice and then sat on the porch and cried. I’m at a complete loss. 🙁

This was me, last night, and sort of this morning too. Not sure why as there isn’t any real reason for me to be crabby, so I suspect it’s PMS. Damn you, Biology! I went grocery shopping after work, something I haven’t done for over a week (except the regular emergency runs for milk and bread), and the lines were long and slow, which is probably what started it. And there weren’t any of my favorite Chicky World Cordon Bleus in the freezer section. And the bill was really high. sigh Then I came home and fixed dinner for the...

Historic Tale Construction Kit The only bummer: no moose images in the middle ages, apparently. Or lizards.

The fog in Lund lumbers in like an overweight, lazy smoky-grey cat with half-lidded eyes that can’t be bothered to get up once it has plopped its fat ass down and lies around on its back with its feet in the air all day. Combined with the snow on the ground, the view out my window is all-white and translucent and opalescent and vaseline on the lens. The snow is the kind that makes for great snowballs and building forts, all wet and sloppy and heavy. I didn’t even have to scrape windows because the snow all collapsed from its...

My mom just suckerpunched me. She called my faux-Avgolemono-soup-insta-recipe PATHETIC. The nerve! Or, as Bugs would say, the noive! But, she graciously sent me HERS, which I will try, but must point out, that mine took about 15 SECONDS, MOM and yours says 55 MINUTES! So there! Anyway, for those of you who feel you can do better, here’s the recipe for Mom’s Moosewood-snob-artichoke-Avgolemono-soup (notes in parenthesis are hers): 2 C chopped leeks 1 C peeled & chopped carrots 1 C diced celery 2 garlic cloves, minced or presses (I use chopped, 2 teas. from a refridgerator jar) 1 tsp...

Dear Grandma, Words cannot ever be enough to thank you for sending the huge batch of homemade gingerbread cookies (my favorite!) with mom for us to enjoy all through the holidays. The best part is that I just remembered there are still some in the freezer and Anders and I are currently waiting impatiently for a 4-pack to thaw. And the best best BEST part is that I still have 3 packs left! XOXOXO!! Liz

I just cleaned out my closet and I deserve a medal. A big, shiny, ruthless medal for 5, count ’em, FIVE big giant paper bags of clothes to give away, 2 bags to the trash and 1 bag to the laundry to decide later. I still have to go through slacks, but man, I made a dent in the pick-from-six-different-sizes mess that was my closet. I went through the kid’s clothes, too, except for outerwear, for an additional 3 big bags. AND I’m putting away Xmas decorations. Anyone need things thrown out or organized or tidied away, I’m your girl!...

It’s cloudy out for the first time in over a week, but the clouds are high and light so I’m not so bothered by it. I started taking down Xmas decorations yesterday evening and, not including the tree ornaments, we have enough stuff to completely cover a dining room table that seats 12. A bit scary, no? It was only Anders that woke me up in the middle of the night to go play hockey-bockey. They won again, so he’s playing right now at the 3rd round. I’m not sure how many games are left if they win this one....

She fell asleep within 15 minutes. Of course, I was sitting on her bed, doing a crossword puzzle and her head was in my lap, but those dark circles from last night’s melodrama-fest did their job (YAY, dark circles!) and she was too tired to fight the lids. So, now we’ll just hope that she STAYS asleep, because with my darling daughter, that is never a given. 🙂 Good writing out there right now: The World According to Chuck I’m feeling very accomplished at the moment, because I defeated, albeit not singlehandedly, the kids department. Go me! You can see...

Karin pulled a melodrama queen evening, flinging herself about with over-the-top declarations of the impossibility of slumber. She CAN’T close her eyes. She CAN’T go to sleep. She CAN’T stay in her bed. I’m so tempted to find a pacifier and stick it in her face, it’s not even funny. Anders thinks she’ll get over this pretty quick once she’s back on a regular schedule with daycare and too tired to do this kind of thing every night, but I have my doubts. It’s like she has to test every boundary and go in the opposite direction of everything we...