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Not Quite The Gourmet

Everyone that knows me, knows to never use the word cook in the same sentence when mentioning my name.  Drew does the cooking {and very well} in our household, and I do the cleanup. 

This is just how it is and it works for us. 

I am quite the baker though.

Tonight, while Drew and Belle were at lacrosse practice, Lily and I spent some quality time in the kitchen whipping up a celebratory loaf of pumpkin bread for Belle, who went to an audition today at Citi Field for the opportunity to sing the National Anthem {more about that another time}, while at the same time, I decided to cook dinner.

It was only pasta people.  Nothing fancy, just pasta.  And this is what happened. 

After the water had come to a boil, I added some oil and then turned to grab the sea salt.  As I poured it into the boiling pot of water...

Oh wait, let me first tell you what happened last week when I was again, trying to make pasta.  As the water began to boil it started spilling so violently out of the sides of the pot it snuffed out the flame. 

When I turned it back on, no flame. 

The girls and I were in the kitchen and I smelled gas leaking from the stove.  I opened the window really quickly and when Drew came home the girls were screaming, "MOMMY ALMOST BLEW UP THE HOUSE."

Total exxxxxageration.

So back to tonight, just when the water started boiling Lily was so cute and said. "Mommy, should I open the window?"  Like the natural order of things when Mommy is making dinner is when the water starts boiling, someone should run for the window.

So feeling ridiculously confident because I had so many things going at once and it felt so natural, I replied, "no, baby, Mommy totally has this one."

And sure enough just as I said that I poured the sea salt into the water and this happened.

The cap came flying off and the ENTIRE bottle of sea salt fell into the boiling water.

 

 

Seriously, I CAN NOT cook. 

Actually, forget the use of the word cooking, because that would imply that I can make it past boiling water, because clearly I can not. 

Hating: Filterless

I need to bitch here for a minute....

 

Do you want to know what I am SO SICK of?

 

People that never SHUT UP and have constant ridiculousness spewing from their lips EVERY time they open their mouths.

People who are so clueless and self absorbed that they couldn't even conceive of the fact that they do this in the first place.

People who do not filter themselves and think it is okay to say whatever they want, regardless of who their audience is and how it will make them feel.

People who talk about things that they are doing that NO ONE else cares about because they think they are so important.

 

And then there is my favorite, people who NEVER ask you how you are when every single conversation that you have with them, starts with you asking how they are. 

You look in their eyes and genuinely ask them how they are.  You try to connect. 

How is work?  How are you children doing?  How is your summer going?

 

And you know what? 

They talk, and talk and talk and never ask you how YOU are.  Or how YOUR job is?  Or how YOUR children are doing?  Or how YOUR summer is going?

They just blab and blab and blab...and I could give two shits about what they are saying as they have already sucked those seconds, minutes, hours {god help me} of my life right out from under me.  Time that I can never get back.  Time that would have been better spent with a friend that would have cherished the time that I gave.

 

I just don't get it.

Every time someone asks me a question I always make sure I reciprocate.  I try hard to never monopolize the conversation. 

Why is that there are people roaming this earth that do not KNOW that conversations are two sided.

I just don't get it.

But I feel better now...thanks for the bitch and thank goodness I only have one person in  my life like this right now and I hope there are some of you out there that have no idea what I am talking about.

 

Peace out.

Hating

Nothing sucks more than having to go back to work after five amazing days of loving my babies and lounging in the sun.

Pray for me today that if someone looks at me sideways, which you know they will...it is New York after all people, that I don't bust out and cry right there in front of them while wishing I was back in the comfort of my family.

Hating...

the way I feel right now in anticipation of a late afternoon jaunt I have planned for tomorrow in midtown before I head home to my suburban bliss. 

Depending on how things go...and that's a BIG depending...

and if I feel my experience can add value to some of my readers, maybe I will share.  I'll keep it clean though, I think. 

I mean I have never had this done before which is exactly why I am including this post under my  HATING category.  I am exactly that, hating the unexpected and hating that I don't know what waits for me on the other side.  But I'll know this time tomorrow.

I have already said too much.

Think strategically placed tubes.

Hating

Hating that I have had a category called 'Hating' for months now, but you don't know about it yet because I haven't written anything in it so it doesn't show up in my category listing...

Loving, now that shows up because I have a few of those and those are easy to come by.

But not today, today I have a Hating entry to get the category up on the board. 

I am hating the way that I feel on the night before the night that I move into my new house.  I feel sad when I should feel excited.  Melancholy, when I should be hopeful.  That's how I feel. 

This is the home where we have accumulated five years of memories.  This is the home where Lily learned her first words, gave up her paci and slept in her own bed.  The home where Belle lost her first tooth, scored her first goal and fell in love with a boy.  The first home they had where Santa was able to come through the door right into the house instead of having to stroll through the lobby in our building. 

This is the only home my children have ever really known.

Maybe next week I'll have a Loving entry about how much I love the new house and how I look forward to all the great memories that I can't wait to make in the suburbs.  But for now I'll have to sit with melancholy.