I got a friday off. It is a bit of a waste because the girls are leaving for the weekend but I just found out that one of our good friends is coming to town tonight and staying for a week or two. He lives in Columbia and is going to be living there for three years. He is state side trying to see as many people as he can before he goes back down there. He is an amazing harmonica player and great all around musician so hopefully we will get to pick while he is here. He is a good friend of the wife as well, though we met him at totally different times and not as a couple. A lot of our mutual friends are like that.
This work week has been mercifully slow but next week looks like a real pain in the ass plus Mother's day. My mom made reservations for Mother's Day at my place. This will be the first time she has eaten there. She is bringing my aunt and my grandfather which should be interesting. My grandfather can't see or hear but he is very interested in what I do these days for some reason. He has never been a supporter of my cooking for a living and always told me that I chose a hard life. He was a mortician and ambulance driver when he was my age so he doesn't really have much room to talk as far as I'm concerned. So I am excited to feed him and let him taste what I do and he is excited to come and we just won't tell him it's $30 bucks a person so he doesn't have a heart attack there in the dining room.
We have all been feverishly cleaning for the onslaught of graduation company. I taught the girls to fold clothes (passably, not great but good enough for them because they always tear through the drawer looking for something and fuck it all up any way) and so they did five baskets with little whining and only the vague promise of pizza I was already planning on ordering. Today I snaked two drains blah that shit is nasty. Then I bleached and cleaned the bathroom. I am almost to the last load of laundry though that hasn't happened in a while. I cut the crap out of my finger at work the other day and on my knife holding hand for a change not a great change but something new I suppose. I always get hurt worse when I am pissy and try to force something and that is what happened this time. I was cutting steaks out of a sirloin and when I was breaking it down I hit tough spot of fat and rather than pause and try to work around it figured I 'd just give it a shot with a little more umph and slid my finger off the handle on to the blade instead. A stupid little cut on the joint but pretty deep. It has knit for now but I am trying like hell not to pop it open again because it bled like a son of a bitch the first time.
Well I need to get back to my cleaning and what not. Peace out SG.
This work week has been mercifully slow but next week looks like a real pain in the ass plus Mother's day. My mom made reservations for Mother's Day at my place. This will be the first time she has eaten there. She is bringing my aunt and my grandfather which should be interesting. My grandfather can't see or hear but he is very interested in what I do these days for some reason. He has never been a supporter of my cooking for a living and always told me that I chose a hard life. He was a mortician and ambulance driver when he was my age so he doesn't really have much room to talk as far as I'm concerned. So I am excited to feed him and let him taste what I do and he is excited to come and we just won't tell him it's $30 bucks a person so he doesn't have a heart attack there in the dining room.
We have all been feverishly cleaning for the onslaught of graduation company. I taught the girls to fold clothes (passably, not great but good enough for them because they always tear through the drawer looking for something and fuck it all up any way) and so they did five baskets with little whining and only the vague promise of pizza I was already planning on ordering. Today I snaked two drains blah that shit is nasty. Then I bleached and cleaned the bathroom. I am almost to the last load of laundry though that hasn't happened in a while. I cut the crap out of my finger at work the other day and on my knife holding hand for a change not a great change but something new I suppose. I always get hurt worse when I am pissy and try to force something and that is what happened this time. I was cutting steaks out of a sirloin and when I was breaking it down I hit tough spot of fat and rather than pause and try to work around it figured I 'd just give it a shot with a little more umph and slid my finger off the handle on to the blade instead. A stupid little cut on the joint but pretty deep. It has knit for now but I am trying like hell not to pop it open again because it bled like a son of a bitch the first time.
Well I need to get back to my cleaning and what not. Peace out SG.