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Barefoot Contessa's Margarita recipe
1/2 cup lime juice
the juice of one lemon
1 cup triple sec
1 cup tequila (not the good kind)
ice
BLEND
She served it with an indoor clambake, tomato, basil, and mozzarella salad and a simple, tasty-looking apple crustada. I <3 the Food Network.
I've been on a tea kick lately. Sometimes herbal, sometimes black, no particular rhyme or reason. Sometimes I sweeten it with a little Splenda and sometimes I don't. There's something I like about the sense of tradition and ritual to it. Atkins-wise, it's guilt-free, so that's a bonus. Also, I love teapots. There's something so cozy and gentile about their fat little shapes, sitting there all piping hot and waiting to dispense your beverage. I'm a sucker for evocative food and drink.
A couple nights ago, I was lying in bed thinking about becoming an accountant.
We were working on a Winnie the Pooh puzzle here at Jimmy's, but it turned out to be a lot less fun than anticipated, so it's just been sitting here for weeks. My mom, puzzle-obsessed as she is, said to bring it over to my grandparents' house and she'd finish it so Jimmy could frame it and give it to his kids. Though I had the least interest in the thing, I was given the duty of transporting it. I put it on a board, so the part that was already complete wouldn't have to be disassembled, and wrapped a blanket around it -- my mom's instructions. I was on my way out to the car with it when, you guessed it, I dropped it. In the grass. The green grass. Guess what color the back of the puzzle was? I bet you can. The good news is, I think I found all the pieces except one. My mom's blazing through it, putting Jimmy and me to shame. She'll probably have it done sometime in the today or tomorrow ... Hopefully he'll be able to frame it so that the missing piece, which was part of the border, won't show.
The subject has finally been broached: my aunt, Gloria, asked me whether I thought the arrangement of taking care of Nana at home was working. She said that several people have mentioned to her that they've noticed a decline in Gramps ... And she's now anticipating that Ma and me taking care of Nana at that house, with Gramps there, is not going to be viable for much longer. She also asked me whether I thought my mom was getting burnt out. I hate talking about my mom to Gloria ... Feels like informing on her. But I have noticed that Ma isn't getting everything done in the mornings that she used to. When I'd arrive to go on duty, Nana used to be up, dressed, and fed. Now she's eating breakfast around the time I go on, and frequently I'm the one to get her dressed. I knew that this arrangement wouldn't last forever; things can change so suddenly and dramatically with Alzheimer's. But I didn't think it would be Gramps' condition that would cast the deciding vote. Now I'm just waiting to see what comes down. Jimmy had asked me what I had in mind to do next ... Seems downright prophetic that he brought it up again just last week. For awhile now I've felt like a frog that is sitting on a stove, and the stove is slowly getting hotter and hotter, and I have no clue which way to hop.
Spent several hours last night looking up Vegas info for my sister's bachelorette party. Her first choice is to stay at the Hard Rock Hotel, which is, of course, one of the most expensive places in town. I'm planning to go with a less-expensive hotel; I'm trying to keep the cost down so that more wimmins will be able to afford to join us. Heck, I'm trying to keep costs down so I can afford to go!
Jimmy called me yesterday, making rustling noises in the background, and complained that his truck was full of wrapping paper and he hoped I was worth it. *grin* Then he brought my birthday present home last night, beautifully wrapped (by him!), and set it on the bedside table. To torture me. I have dutifully picked it up and shaken it. Feels kind of heavy. I'm guessing maybe electronics of some sort. (I honestly don't care what it is; the anticipation is definitely the best part. It could be a pet rock and I'd still be thrilled). In addition, I have made reservations for the traditional family dinner on Thursday night next week. That will leave the weekend open for other partaying. I'm planning to force everyone to eat low-carb ice cream with me after dinner. It's good to be the Queen! ;-)
You know it's bad when lyrics from eighties hair-band ballads start running through your head for no reason: I'll be there for you/ These five words I swear to you/ When you breathe, I wanna be the air for you/ I'll be there for you/ I live and I'd die for you/ Steal the sun from the sky for you/ Words can't say what love can do/ I'll be there for you ...
We are going to the gym today. Or else.
1/2 cup lime juice
the juice of one lemon
1 cup triple sec
1 cup tequila (not the good kind)
ice
BLEND
She served it with an indoor clambake, tomato, basil, and mozzarella salad and a simple, tasty-looking apple crustada. I <3 the Food Network.
I've been on a tea kick lately. Sometimes herbal, sometimes black, no particular rhyme or reason. Sometimes I sweeten it with a little Splenda and sometimes I don't. There's something I like about the sense of tradition and ritual to it. Atkins-wise, it's guilt-free, so that's a bonus. Also, I love teapots. There's something so cozy and gentile about their fat little shapes, sitting there all piping hot and waiting to dispense your beverage. I'm a sucker for evocative food and drink.
A couple nights ago, I was lying in bed thinking about becoming an accountant.
We were working on a Winnie the Pooh puzzle here at Jimmy's, but it turned out to be a lot less fun than anticipated, so it's just been sitting here for weeks. My mom, puzzle-obsessed as she is, said to bring it over to my grandparents' house and she'd finish it so Jimmy could frame it and give it to his kids. Though I had the least interest in the thing, I was given the duty of transporting it. I put it on a board, so the part that was already complete wouldn't have to be disassembled, and wrapped a blanket around it -- my mom's instructions. I was on my way out to the car with it when, you guessed it, I dropped it. In the grass. The green grass. Guess what color the back of the puzzle was? I bet you can. The good news is, I think I found all the pieces except one. My mom's blazing through it, putting Jimmy and me to shame. She'll probably have it done sometime in the today or tomorrow ... Hopefully he'll be able to frame it so that the missing piece, which was part of the border, won't show.
The subject has finally been broached: my aunt, Gloria, asked me whether I thought the arrangement of taking care of Nana at home was working. She said that several people have mentioned to her that they've noticed a decline in Gramps ... And she's now anticipating that Ma and me taking care of Nana at that house, with Gramps there, is not going to be viable for much longer. She also asked me whether I thought my mom was getting burnt out. I hate talking about my mom to Gloria ... Feels like informing on her. But I have noticed that Ma isn't getting everything done in the mornings that she used to. When I'd arrive to go on duty, Nana used to be up, dressed, and fed. Now she's eating breakfast around the time I go on, and frequently I'm the one to get her dressed. I knew that this arrangement wouldn't last forever; things can change so suddenly and dramatically with Alzheimer's. But I didn't think it would be Gramps' condition that would cast the deciding vote. Now I'm just waiting to see what comes down. Jimmy had asked me what I had in mind to do next ... Seems downright prophetic that he brought it up again just last week. For awhile now I've felt like a frog that is sitting on a stove, and the stove is slowly getting hotter and hotter, and I have no clue which way to hop.
Spent several hours last night looking up Vegas info for my sister's bachelorette party. Her first choice is to stay at the Hard Rock Hotel, which is, of course, one of the most expensive places in town. I'm planning to go with a less-expensive hotel; I'm trying to keep the cost down so that more wimmins will be able to afford to join us. Heck, I'm trying to keep costs down so I can afford to go!
Jimmy called me yesterday, making rustling noises in the background, and complained that his truck was full of wrapping paper and he hoped I was worth it. *grin* Then he brought my birthday present home last night, beautifully wrapped (by him!), and set it on the bedside table. To torture me. I have dutifully picked it up and shaken it. Feels kind of heavy. I'm guessing maybe electronics of some sort. (I honestly don't care what it is; the anticipation is definitely the best part. It could be a pet rock and I'd still be thrilled). In addition, I have made reservations for the traditional family dinner on Thursday night next week. That will leave the weekend open for other partaying. I'm planning to force everyone to eat low-carb ice cream with me after dinner. It's good to be the Queen! ;-)
You know it's bad when lyrics from eighties hair-band ballads start running through your head for no reason: I'll be there for you/ These five words I swear to you/ When you breathe, I wanna be the air for you/ I'll be there for you/ I live and I'd die for you/ Steal the sun from the sky for you/ Words can't say what love can do/ I'll be there for you ...
We are going to the gym today. Or else.