The Joys

David took his Legos (pictured below) and promptly made a futuristic Hummer captained by mutant lizards:

Ghengis took his new cuddly teddy bear:

And promptly eviscerated it:

Maddie took her Christmas Busy Bone:

And eviscerated that as well:

And this morning, when I downloaded the pictures off my camera and I this bounty of happy faces I knew I could do nothing but smile. Every single day there is something joyous for me to experience, and 9 times out of 10, that joy is right here next to me.
Happy Holidays to you and yours.

HAPPY HAPPY

Last night was the maternal side of the family Christmas Dinner! I am officially exhausted.
* Cheese plate with Mirableu sheep’s milk blue from spain, Humboldt Fog chevre from California and an Irish cow’s milk cheddar. Whole grain and rosemary breads, olives, jams and truffles.
* Salad of mixed greens with roasted pears, roasted sweet potato, mirableu cheese, toasted walnuts and a spiced sherry vinaigrette.
* Bouillabaisse! I used the New York Times recipe, the recipe my mom uses. I followed it mostly, but was a tad heavy handed with the wine and used crab instead of lobster as I did not have the wherewithal to deal with a lobster. For David I made a tomato and bean soup with potatoes, carrots and kale.
* Dessert was a gingerbread trifle, the recipe was made up in my head the day before. Gingerbread drizzled with ginger syrup*, layered with chopped apple, pear, walnuts and dates (thanks to alex for suggesting the dates, they were a hit), the fruit had been mixed with some ginger syrup as well as fresh ginger, ground cardamom and allspice. Also in the layering was spiced (cardamom, nutmeg, allspice, cinnamon) whipped cream. The trifle seemed to be well liked.
My favorite gift of the evening was the definitive Dinosaur pop-up book!! OH MY GOD. This thing is just beautiful.
the flip side of everything is that I have 4.2 metric buttloads of dishes to wash. Sigh. I also have a healthy serving of bouillabaisse left over just for me!

*Ginger Syrup
Two thumbs worth of ginger, peeled and matchsticked
one cup sugar
one cup water
mix together, bring to boil. Simmer for 10 or 15 minutes, let cool. Strain. Also good mixed with vodka and lemon sour for a refreshing drink.

man….so totally busted

My boss totally read my website last night and had an issue. It’s not that I said anything bad or untoward about the school or anything, no nothing so Dooce-like as that. No, he managed to see that in my manic frezy yesterday, a day he was not in the office, I posted twice. Two rather lengthy posts from my desk. I thought about pointing out that the timestamp on these posts are off by a little over an hour, but that wouldn’t really have exonerated me in any way. Even if we moved them up, they still would have happened during the work day.
Sigh.
So I had to promise to actually work today. And I did. Mostly.
I know he reads my site to see if I say bad things about him. Hi, Brock, I don’t actually think you’re a prick! I wouldn’t make scarves for your kids or dinosaur birthday cards for your wife if I hated you!!
He was also a tad upset that he had to read two whole lines about my birth control craziness from earlier this year. I have sex frequently! I need to prevent pregnancy! None of this should surprise you!!
Speaking of, my doctor set me up with a standing prescription for the Morning After Pill. I did not know you could do that! The only problem is that I don’t think it would occur to me to be concerned until my period was late and by that point it IS too late. Ah well, it’s nice to have back up plans and not use them than to have nothing and need them.
Tonight I went and picked up ingredients for dinner tomorrow. I’ll post a full menu later. I completely made up a new dessert in my head today, gingerbread trifle! I’ll let you know how that goes.
I need to go start the dishes and a certain chobo needs to be vacuuming real soon…

aaaaw fuck

The apocalypse has been scheduled on my birthday! What the hell? This was my 06/06/06…666 birthday and I was so looking forward to helling it up that night.
Crap on a Club Cracker.
Stupid scheduling conflicts.