Random Notes from the Sandwich Life

1. Ahhhh....a weekend, a beautiful sunny day, and lots of make up math homework for a certain someone. What could go wrong?

2. Hattie, in her favorite spot, the shower....probably waiting for her beloved Todd to come back.

3. So, because it's a lazy Saturday morning and I'm wasting time, I clicked on the site for some upcoming movie---it's supposed to show you how much can be gleaned from your facebook profile. It said I was a conformist and demonstrate compliance and will be governable if pressured. It also compared my commonly used words with those of David Olney. Mine were sorry, smashed, of course, perfect and respect. David's were neurotic, depressive, deviant, volatile and submissive. Huh. It also said I lived at 1010 W. Springfield so perhaps David and I are safe.

4. Speaking of my neurotic, depressive, deviant, volatile and submissive (I get the first four, not so sure about the last one) David Olney, I am like a little kid waiting for Christmas. Less than two weeks now!! This video will always be one of my favorites. It's the first song he did from the first show he played at our house. Most people there had no idea what to expect and you can hear people laughing in shock as he gets going. Makes me do damn happy every time I play it. I've posted it hear a million times and you can expect that to continue. My sweet peas....can't wait to have them here! This is from four years ago, can you believe it? My sister Debbie was here that night, my Mom was still alive, the boys were only 8 and 10....a long time ago.

OH, and what this one, watch this one!!!

5. So I'm doing Cuban-ish for the David and Sergio show. Roast pork with orange juice and lime juice, some vegan black beans and rice. How does that sound? 

6. Last year Ernie made two new small raised beds on the patio. Owen claimed one of them and planted a strawberry plant and a couple of annuals. This year we're rearranging some things since the death of our patio fence and I wanted to move some other strawberry plants into Owen's bed. We were walking down the alley the other day and I broached it to him. He looked at me impassively, said, "Sorry Mom, my strawberry's a lone wolf" and walked on. I followed behind him giggling and snorting. What the hell am I going to do with this creature?

7. Have I mentioned that my beautiful brown-eyed sweet pea came home from school the other day with not just high honors, but also the Einstein Science Award? Damn I love that boy, award, or no award.

8. Scheduling an appointment at the Cancer Center for 4:00 on a Friday afternoon is just DAMN stupid. But we made it and it was all good. I am LOVING Ernie's new oncologist and feel really good about his care. Ernie's PSA was still down and the oncologist also ordered an x-ray and referred him to physical therapy for the problems from the car accident. Love him. AND Ernie looked damn cute getting his infusion while wearing his Ian Hunter t-shirt. Listened to that Ian Hunter album the other day and JHC it's freaking great.

9. And last, but certainly not least, the pleasures of going sleepily up to bed after a shower on a Friday night, only to find clean white sheets and freshly plumped pillows. A good start to the weekend.