Think

Dear Obama:

How's that honeymoon working out for you?

*snort*

XOXO

Kim

Randomness

Sorry. It's been awhile. It's the most frantic time of year, made even more so by moving and renovating and volunteering and such.

Today was my great-uncle's funeral. People I've told that have said they're sorry. I appreciate it, but really, he was 96 years old. Married for 67 years--my great aunt, who is in fantastic health, is 88. You don't get a much better run than 96 years. It's sad to see him go, but man, would that we all got so much time to do what we do.

I'm having serious issues with this auto bailout. Chrysler, Ford, and GM have made cars that absolutely suck for decades. I say that having owned several. They blow. I mean, take apart a Honda, see how they do it, build cars that don't require regular tows, and then bail your damn selves out by providing a product people want and developing return customers and a base there. Or go under--you really do deserve to go under. And have a chat with your unions about realism and such things...but that's its whole own blog post. Unions. Feh.

Someone called me today to see if I could take her lunch duty slot in 2nd grade tomorrow. I did two lunch duties last week, and I said no. I've never done that before. But I have a hot date with myself for sushi tomorrow and some errands to run, and I honestly need an hour to breathe. So no, I'm sorry. I can't take it. *sigh* Selfish me, huh?

We started ripping out the first floor powder room two nights ago. Rewired the main light to move it to another wall, patched the drywall, and ripped out the godawful scallop shell sink. Now, it's painting and installing the new vanity. It's been a long time since we've done this kind of work. I told someone it's like labor--you forget about the pain after awhile. Did I mention I'm never moving again? Like, never ever? I should mention that.

School's closed for inauguration. It's never been closed before for it. But damn if we're not shutting down for the Unicorn Corps. Nothing like a little partisanship in the school system, huh? Sweartagod, not a word about money for four years, people. Nothing. I'm not listening.

Just a Thought

Dear Ford, Chrysler, and GM:

I'm about to bail you out.

Ready?

Stop building cars that suck.

Voila.

Love,
Kim

ps--It's not about the salary, stupids. We all know with your annual six-figure bonuses, a dollar salary offer is meaningless. Try again.

pps--I heart my Honda. Heh.

Where Not to Shop

Another Black Friday, another trampling at Wal Mart.

Tis the season...every stinkin year!

Recipe

With the Money Pit falling down around me and a DH who's seriously on the verge of a complete breakdown, I thought I'd share something positive. And that's dinner from last night.

In a bowl, mix together two regular-size cans of cream of mushroom soup (condensed...I use the Healthy Choice kind), a third of a cup of white wine, and a 10 oz can of sliced mushrooms, drained.

Put that into the crockpot with a couple of chunked-up chicken boobs.

Set it on low and let 'er rip for 6-8 hours. Serve over egg noodles.

Fantastic comfort food. And it's been that kind of week...

Sing It!

Just for fun (and cuz it's a teeny bit true *blush*)

Vote please!

For my kids' teachers (there are four of them), should I get gift certificates for manicures at the Red Door Salon, or give handmade bracelets with natural stones and gold/silver beads and pretty clasps?

Leave your vote in my comments section. I'm stumped.