The Curse Of The Crock Pot & Evolution Theory

So, despite accidentally double medicating yesterday morning I actually was quite energetic & got lots done, for me that is. I was revelling in the glory of regaining a bit of my old self at least. Now, that's not a lot to be excited over mind you, but I'll take whatever little "woo-hoo-drive-the-bus-happy-dance" I can get!!

I squelched my husband's comments over getting use to being a single parent in the evenings by actually staying up, awake & somewhat functioning. I chatted away with him & then stopped, looked at him & said, "I bet you wish I was back hiding under the covers in the bedroom huh?" His voice said,"No, not at all" in his best 'good-husband-speak' however, eyes & body language indicated he was a tad annoyed at being distracted from yet more computer work here at home. This could be due to hunger.

Last Sunday I bought a retro 50's style metal magnet that said with a "June Cleaver" looking type glamor gal holding a cake, "The only reason I have a kitchen is because it came with the house". Now, either this thing is more accurate than I realized or it is cursed, I'm not sure which. For the first time in I don't know how long, I actually was making dinner for my family! Not just quietly mumbling, "Fend for yourselves, there's frozen food & leftovers" - what a change of pace huh?! I know! I was excited too!! At 3:00PM-ish, I took something out & put in the crock pot. By 5:00PM-ish it dawned on me I couldn't yet smell dinner. Boy my allergies sure must be bad for my sense of smell to be that far gone! So I went to check on my fantastic offering of an actual dinner for my beloved family. Yeah, I'm a real winner, miss Freakin' Betty Crocker - not. Rachel Ray would be shaking her finger at me (not that I even hardly know who she is - which I make very apparent). I had forgotten to add a key ingredient & while I did turn the crock pot on, I did NOT check to make sure it was plugged in. You guessed it, it indeed was NOT plugged in. Can you say, "Whoops"? I'm beginning to think the kitchen is just a place with magnetic surfaces so I can hang up notes with phone #s for take out & other vital information.

So for the second time in 3 days I had to admit I was an idiot. First to the preschool/child-care provider about the non-matching shoes, now to my family. Great. However, I have a feeling they may have already suspected as much.

Later as the evening wore on & I continued to be surprisingly awake & interactive, my hunger-ravaged 17 yr old son was combing the fridge & freezer for anything possible to eat. Something came up on television about the whales that got into the Sacramento River by mistake & all the efforts to rescue them. My 17 yr old son made some remark of disgust so I baited him. I asked if he would have the whales die? Wouldn't he want to help them? He smirked & said, "I believe in survival of the fittest, smartest, got to weed out the dumb animals, don't want that in the food chain" or something very similar, I may not have gotten that word for word but you catch his drift? Of course this comes from an incredibly athletically fit A+ student. Biast?

I was just pleasantly interrupted with a "skype" web call from Kazakhstan. I botched it because my speakers didn't work well. We saw each-other, although it was fuzzy, I heard the person a bit but they could not hear me. It was a very surprising morning for me, evening there.

Well, until next time Dear Readers, I hope you have pleasant surprises in your day & weekend & you escape a crock pot / magnet curse & survive evolution! Be Blessed.