How's school going?
My friend S lent me her rolly chair so I spend almost no time on my feet. which is good. the doc is threatening bedrest if I have any contractions next week.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
How's school going?
My friend S lent me her rolly chair so I spend almost no time on my feet. which is good. the doc is threatening bedrest if I have any contractions next week.
Rolly chairs are good. I hope you escape the bed rest.
You know what's good? A monte cristo sandwich made with challah. OMG.
I had a french toast monte cristo last weekend. OMG times forever.
Me too! my goal is to work through mid May. Which might be impossible, but I'd like to do that. I will settle, though on working each day I can and letting that be what it is.
No contractions! I forbid them. For now, anyway. I may change my mind later.
Lee, tell me about your tagline. Is it a personal mission, a quoted one, or both?
Well, the bread tastes fine. Fine in that hey! fresh baked bread in my kitchen! way which is probably more than fine. It's not as delicious as the good loaves of the original recipe, but the proofing was marvellous, and it has a great crumb as a result. Next time I'll substitute out another cup of the bread flour for whole wheat, and see how far I can go in that direction.
Then I want to try gluten-free bread. But first gluten-free brownies. Maybe tomorrow. Not sure why I want to try gluten-free stuff mostly. Some offshoot of my attempt to lower the glycemic indices in my diet.
I want fresh baked bread. And some mental help.I want these things too.
I am making shrimp pasta though so much is right in my world right now.
but you have lee there. Me? NSM. Home alone cleaning and organizing. Not so fun.
All this C&H reminded me of my invisble friend, Guaggy (pronounced soft G gaw-gee. Not certain on the spelling, but that one is pretty close to looking right. May also be Gauggy. Funny that even now this matters to me.)
She was a sort of androgynous 5 or 6 year old, shaggy jaw length brownish black hair, dark olive brown skintone. She was always dressed in a grungy, dirty raggedy mid-thigh sleeveless white shift. Maybe a torn up tshirt. Always smudged with dirt. I have no idea where I got her from or why she looked like she did. Apparently, I came up with her pretty early. No idea when she ceased to be real to me. But when she was real, she was a conversation partner and play-acting companion. She was fun and silly. I have very clear impressions of talking to her when I was potty training, sitting in the toilet closet, with her standing in the doorway.
Odd, that.
oooh.. sara, I still have chile cheese bread in the fridge! But only a slice left.
Good for sticking to wheels. I really hope you are able to be up and about for as long as possible with these amazing little stinkers taking over your real estate.
Forgive me if you are bored with the question, but any reaction from the kids (students)? I remember classmates being terribly intrusive with our questions for pregnant teachers. And classmates in mid school, sadly.