What do you do?

If you’re a big movie buff like I am, you just read that in Keanu Reeves’ voice (and maybe attached the expletive at the end!).  This is the question on my mind today.  What do you do when every little thing seems like it’s too much?  When every little thing, no matter how small, is that it’s the one more thing that makes you want to jump off the ledge?  When the stress of the everyday becomes too much, what do you do?

Usually I tell myself to just breath and relax.  I tell myself that everything will be okay, that things will work out.  I do yoga or go for a run.  I talk to a girlfriend or my husband, someone.  Or I find something to laugh at.  Most days, this works.  But, not always.

What, I wonder, do other people do?

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I made it!

Twenty four straight days of work and five days of a migraine – why yes, I did let everyone live.  Yay me!  Poor M is filling in at work today and I’d like to say I’ve been productive.  I’ve gotten a few things done, namely laundry, changing linens and grocery shopping.  Mostly, I’ve enjoyed a deliciously quiet day.  And spent entirely too much time thinking about dinner:  grilled New York strips, baked potatoes, sautéed spinach with lemon and parmesan and roasted cauliflower.  I’m going to make a rosemary vinaigrette to pour over positively everything jazz up the steaks.  Then, I’m making crispy peach cobbler for dessert, served with freshly whipped cream.  You’d never know I like to eat, would you?

I finished reading Going Off Script.  It was an interesting read.  This book was taunting me front the shelves of the library.  Every time I’d go in, there is was, front and center, taunting me to pick it up.

going off script

I have to admit, I’d never heard of Giuliana Rancic.  I’m not into reality television unless it’s Property Brothers because well, gorgeous man fixing up houses.  Hello!  Who wouldn’t want to see that?  Still, I enjoyed hearing her stories of the late Joan Rivers.  And I was moved by many parts of Giuliana’s story, particularly her difficulties having a child and her battle with breast cancer.  I will admit to being a bit put off by her somewhat colorful language.  Not that my vocabulary doesn’t include a few choice words but I suppose I’m a bit more picky about using them.  That aside, she comes across sympathetic, acerbic, brave, warm and cold – all at the same time.  So, yeah, interesting.

Now, about that peach cobbler…

I am not the enemy!

Normally, my husband is fabulous.  Except when he is sick.  I don’t much like him when he’s sick.

Why?  Because!  HE gets to run off and hide in the bedroom.  HE gets to sleep all day, as much as he wants.  Unless, of course, it is time for me to sleep.  Then, he’s awake.  And wanting to play music or watch television or have me fetch him something.  Worse, he likes to tell me how bad he feels.  I.  Do.  Not.  Care.

I am an evil witch.

Because I have also been sick, though I’m telling myself it’s just a bit of a cold and a person inside my head trying to stab their way out with an ice pick headache.  I have gone to work, made sure his shift was covered, I’ve run to the grocery, done the errands, made dinner, helped the tiny humans with homework.  In other words, I have been awesome.

Evil wife, fabulous co-worker.

Today he was feeling well enough to come into work where he snapped at me because of my inability to read his mind.  I let it go.  In my head I am chanting I am not the enemy!  I am on your side!

Someone should come over because I’m giving some thought to smothering him with his pillow.  Or pouring a very large drink.  It’s one of those.

The answer is a milkshake

Usually the answer to all questions is chocolate and wine.

I’m on the last, I hope, of yet another super busy week.  I’m readying for corporate and personal tax returns.  I know, right?!  Ugh!  Usually my thought is that this sucks  must be done so just settle in and crank it out.  It’s been a bit tougher this year.  As I was going through the numbers, I was shocked at how much money I’d spent on gas.  Seriously.  Not as though I’d driven cross-country, seen the Grand Canyon or traveled to Maine to eat lobster to my heart’s content!  Then, I saw the dates and it hit me.  I was traveling out-of-state non-stop to be with my dad as he was dying.  Like being hit by a bus.  It is so not funny how the grief just sometimes sneaks up and beats you down.

I have done what any rational person might do.  I sent M out to get me a milkshake, requested Chinese for dinner and made plans to dive into my secret stash of chocolate!  There might even be wine.  And a movie.

During stressful times I love to make comfort foods.  I don’t necessarily eat more or anything like that.  I just want specific things to help nurture my soul.  I find that this is not exactly a hardship for the household.  In fact, there might have been dancing and the waving of hands in the air.

prime

I call this yumminess Prime Rib.  I am ASTOUNDED that more people do not make it at home, particularly given how much more affordable it is to do so.  AND, AND, it’s a breeze to do well.  Really!  This  is a four pounder that I got at Costco (they’ve above average meat priced more affordably than a regular market).  This one ran about forty dollars so not an every night dinner but certainly cheaper than going out for a similar thing.  Anyway, yadda, yadda, yadda, here’s how you make your own.  Let the meat rest for a few hours before you cook it.  It’ll be fine sitting on the counter….unless, of course, you’ve hungry pets, then skip this step.  Preheat your oven to 500 degrees.  That is not a typo.  Trust me.  High heat is going to sear the outside of the meat.  You want that.  Rub the meat generously all over with olive oil.  Then, take a head of garlic and lop off the top half.  Rub the bottom half all over the meat.  Generously salt and pepper your meat.  Do not be stingy with the salt.  This is a rookie mistake when cooking beef.  If you have it, press whole thyme leaves all over the meat, fresh is best but dried thyme will work in a pinch.  Now, put the whole thing into a sturdy oven safe pan (I use a big saute pan).  Put it in the oven, uncovered.  THE MOMENT YOU PUT IT INTO THE OVEN TURN THE HEAT DOWN TO 250 degrees.  Do not forget that step.  Bake until a meat thermometer inserted into the center reads between 125-130 degrees.  Let it rest before hacking off a slice to stuff into your mouth.  Be amazed.  You just made that.  (This four pound, boneless piece of heaven took about an hour and a half to two hours…..it’ll be longer if you use a bone-in piece.)  I serve mine with au jus and this horseradish sauce that I tend to put on every single thing I can find.  I’m saving you from yourself by not giving you that recipe.  But, I will upon request.

Also, I finished reading Beach Town.  I’d been wanting light and fluffy.  It was that but I can’t say that it was as good a story as some of her others.  Kind of a bummer.

beach town

Hope you guys have had a good week.  Happy weekend to you!

I hear voices!

I believe that tiny humans should be read to.  There are, of course, many scientific studies citing all the reasons why this is good for them, how it helps build vocabulary, reading skills, etc.  All well and good.  I read to mine because I hear voices and these voices must come out!  In this particular instance, the voice is of a Giant, a BFG.  That’s a Big Friendly Giant for those of you that don’t hear voices.  That would be you, man I live with, who does not understand or appreciate fully the power of the voices.

the BFG

Roald Dahl is magical.  I first introduced him to my children with The Witches years ago, around Halloween.  My littlest one is just now at the stage where I’m introducing chapter books.  Imagine my delight to discover that my older ones (who my husband has corrupted with The Hunger Games and other maybe not quite age appropriate books) are sneaking into the little guy’s room (or nearest hallway/bathroom in the case of the middle school one) to listen.  This, my friends, is the magic of Roald Dahl.  But, he’s hurting my voice.  BFG’s speak loudly!  With funny accents!

If you have a budding science like brain anywhere in your life then you must check this out:

what if

This is such a fun, wacky, oh, you will learn something even if you are trying not to kind of book.  It’s based on the author’s website, https://what-if.xkcd.com/ where he answers crazy questions submitted in a very scientific manner.  It’s laid out much like the website with charts, drawings, cartoons and such.  My favorite were the weird and wacky questions that are between some of the chapters. I mean really, people?  Pretty certain that some, or all, of the people that submit questions might have a bit too much time on their hands.  No, I’ve not submitted any questions.  Why do you ask?

Lastly, Penny would like me to ask everyone why people cannot park between the lines in a parking lot?  Is it the lines they have trouble with?  And, if so, how do they manage the driving given that you are supposed to drive between the lines?  Seriously, we need answers!

I need a WIFE!

In keeping with the all good things must come to an end, so has my streak of productivity.  Why?  Because I left the house, that’s why!  Broke my own rule, darn it.  I blame this on the fact that I don’t have a wife.  I need one.  And some banana bread.  The latter’s getting ready to come out of the oven.

So, back to the wife thing.  My husband and I have busy full-time jobs.  I have the bonus of being the domestic goddess, herder of tiny humans to activities, academic counselor and medical coordinator.  I suck at all these jobs.  Clearly, I am supposed to have more hours in the day.  I do not want said hours.  Please do not offer me yours.  I need a wife that I can hand off all some of these jobs.  Where is she????  I’ve been looking.  I’m pretty certain she is hanging out with the house elves.

I’ve made some banana bread.  Not the fancy kind.  There’s no brown butter or exotic add ins or any of that.  I’ve made those kinds.  Today, I wanted easy, fast and yummy (read as one the tiny humans will eat without fussing).  Behold.

banana

I made four tiny loaves rather than one big one.  Because they’re cute, that’s why.  I’m sharing the recipe in case your cook is working today.  Hey, it could happen.

Everyday Banana Bread

  • 3-4 ripe bananas mashed
  • 2 eggs
  • 3/4 c. vegetable oil
  • 3/4 c. sugar
  • 2 c. all purpose flour
  • 1 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 2 tsp. vanilla

Preheat the oven to 325 degrees

Now, you could be all fancy and mix the wet and dry ingredients separately.  I’m lazy so I skip that.  I smash the bananas first with a fork then toss in the rest of the stuff in one big bowl.  Stir until just mixed.  Less is more when it comes to mixing if you want a nice crumb.  That’s fluffiness for the rest of us.  Because I’m forever trying to get the people to eat things that are good for them, I tossed in a few handfuls of blueberries.  Pour into a loaf pan, or four minis, that have been buttered & floured.  That Baker’s Joy is magic, just sayin.  Bake for 50-60 minutes for a large loaf, 35-40 for the minis or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.  Don’t be me and pierce a big chunk of banana!  Don’t burn your mouth!  Wait for it to cool a bit before you slice a piece…..that’s the part the people keep messing up.

K’ gotta run, the medical coordinator is awaiting a call and the domestic goddess needs to resume running the vacuum.

Hands off the Tiara!

I just got back from that money sucking place Target.  Someone stopped to compliment me on my Tiara.  Oh, the look on her face didn’t bother me.  She was just jealous of the gloriousness.

Yesterday and today, I’ve been rockin my tiara collection.  I’ve paid bills, caught up on laundry, worked in the yard, demolished the stacks that had taken over my office.  I am on fiyah!  This is the upside to the first part of school.  Things get done.  This honeymoon period lasts a couple of weeks so I’m taking full advantage.  It’s amazing how much better you feel once you get a few things off your list.  Or in my case, it is amazing how much better you feel when you are doing said things while listening to your hot boyfriend, Adam, sing to you at full volume.  Add in the dancing and I’m getting a workout too?  Who knew the magical powers of the tiara?  You.  Must.  Get.  One.

Remember how I was looking for a light and fluffy book to read?  Preferably one that was funny?  Yeah, that didn’t work.  Instead, I read The Quiet Man.  It wasn’t horrible.  It wasn’t particularly interesting either unless you are rather warped, like I am, and think that some books say more about their author than their subject matter.

The Quiet Man

Still in search of the light and fluffy.

I’m getting ready to head to the post office.  Of course, with my tiara!  Duh!  Sending a box to my friend, G.  She’s having a tough go of it as her mom is battling an incurable cancer.  I did that for a year so I know just how much it sucks.  Like me, she’s also a hockey fan and avid knitter so it’s basically a mishmash box that I hope will make her smile.  Never fear, I’ve stuffed it with a well-known cure-all, Chocolate Salted Caramels!  Behold their yumminess.  (oh, and just imagine them cut up and individually wrapped in shiny paper ’cause I sealed the box already)

chocolate caramels

Since I’m going to the post office, I’m also doing a box for my friend, Peter.  He is once again deployed to parts unknown.  He has one of those scary, secret jobs.  He is an amazing, amazing man….brave, smart, funny, easy on the eyes….  All he ever requests when he heads off is for me to send RKT’s.  No, that’s not a weapon.  Brown butter rice crispy treats.  I have a couple of batches cooling while I’m typing this.  He was my reason for heading to Target this morning.  Raiding the candy aisles to fill the rest of the box since some people DON’T LIKE CHOCOLATE!   I do not understand this.  We are friends anyway.

So, what’s up with you people this week?  Anyone need a tiara?