I'm writing from my office. I just got everything rearranged and cleaned and ready to get down to work tomorrow and get a lot done before the regular semester starts next Monday. Sigh. Today we cooked out - I'll try to get a pic from the girls to post. I made a pasta salad to die for in our big bamboo bowl that is about 16 inches in diameter. I learned to make that from Beverly. I've learned all kinds of pasta things here, a lot of them from her, including pierogie lasagna. Even when we leave here, I'm taking those two things with us.
Anyhow, the ribs turned out perfect and I didn't bake to heat up the house, (although the weather here is perfect today, a good reason to move here; however, February has 28 reasons to stay away) so we had a Louisiana Crunch Cake from Wally World and it's just been an okay day. My house is straight the way I wanted it and now I can relax and focus on me and school a little bit.
I have a camera, and I'll try to figure it out and post pictures of my decorating this past month. I redid my bedroom. It was green and purple (I really did make it work) and I found a bedspread on sale . . . and now the whole thing and the master bath is blue with a spa motif. Very peaceful.
The only thing not perfect is I have red sheets on the bed right now, but they don't show. I always make the bed, but I absolutely make it when the sheets don't match. I had a code when I was married. Red sails on the bed (sheets) mean it's that time and don't bother me.
I'm not going to lie. Once in a while I left them on a few days longer than strictly necessary.
It always strikes me as funny to be putting them on the bed now but I have discovered if you ever overflow, red sheets are the best ones to overflow on. For a couple of years I was a river, but I had surgery and now I'm a normal woman again.
Stop laughing! Normal is relative.
I took the girls to Denny's after the garage sale since we had a little surplus and it is three blocks from our house. Carly likes breakfast food for dinner. On the way home, the check engine light came on.
A moment of gloom and doom: I had $100 extra bucks and I figured the car was going to take it. And part of me was hoping that was all it was going to take. So, the girls' dad drove it to Advance where they will check it for free, and they gave him the code saying it was some little electronic gizmo that adjusts the air flow into the engine. The air was too lean. He fixed it for me. I don't know what to think sometimes. He can drive me crazy but he can help me out and no one else is over here to check on the widows and orphans, so if that scared Jared or Abel or anyone else off, so be it.
Of course, I fully realize the next time I see him he'll be driving me crazy and I'll be too chicken to complain about it after singing praises over the electronic gizmo. I wonder sometimes what he says about me to his friends.
I'm going home. I never understood someone who would not eat leftovers. They ain't had any of my cooking to say that.
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