Okay, sorry for the couple-day hiatus there. It’s been quite a week here, including strep throat, visiting spring-breakers, and hosting a birthday party.
If this tells you anything, I haven’t been running or lifted since the DAY BEFORE ST PATRICK’S DAY.
We went to the YMCA yesterday for our usual round of lessons (which we missed last week, see: strep throat) and do you know what I did?
Took a shower.
That’s how my week has been.
I will have results from Farmer Boy’s screenings this week so I’ll be back soon to post about it.
Also, seriously, what is up with this freakin’ cold spell? COME BACK SPRING! I’M SORRY FOR SAYING IT IS SOMETIMES A LITTLE DEPRESSING WHEN YOU ARRIVE BECAUSE I NEVER SEE MY HUSBAND!
And finally – I have a weird relationship with casseroles. I didn’t even know what they were until high school (thank you, pot luck sports award suppers) because my mother (hi, Mom!) is one of those children who kept her preference of no-food-touching-other-foods right on into adulthood. I, of course, thought casseroles the most incredible idea I’d ever heard (poor Mom)!
Of course, then I go through phases where they are all I make until someone indicates (usually my child who prefers no-food-touching-other-foods) that they would like to have a meal in parts, rather than a whole.
Last week was one of those stages and I’ll share some recipes soon. My sis-in-law gave me a gift for Christmas that included a book of only casserole recipes. An entire chapter is dedicated to macaroni and cheese. (~weak knees~)
Umm….yesssss please on the recipes. I need some fresh ideas that are…ah hem…not a pain in my _ _ _!
Took a shower!?! Ha!! Love It! You so crazy!
You know it – insane.
I can assure you of fresh ideas, but I’m not breaking my pain in your patootie streak.
Mmmm, casseroles. My kids barely eat them, though. Actually, my kids seem to hardly eat anything. They’ve become pickier and pickier as they’ve gotten older. They’ll eat breakfast cereal and oatmeal, mac and cheese (but not homemade), PBJ, pasta with sauce. I tend to make dinner for me and Bob and ignore whether the children eat or not.