Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
But I do have a lot of cookbooks, probably too many. But I like to pick one up and then cook new things from it for a whole week. And every so often, I actually remember to do that.
This weeks book:
So far I have made the Shrimp, Tomato, and Basil Pasta (that's it there on the cover), the Greek Salad with Pita Bread, the Mini Lamb Burgers in Pita, and tonight we are trying the Farfalle with Prosciutto and Peas.
The book is organized by season, and has lots of yummy things that are not full of crazy ingredients, and nothing takes more than 30 minutes.
Sounds like the perfect summer meal to me. As Julia would say-Bon Appetit!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
After this last weekend's race in Stone Lake, Wisconsin, my hubby is now on the top of the heap. He advanced to the B class last year, after winning the whole C class the year before.
His goal is to be an A class rider by the time he is 50, and the way he is going, he will easily accomplish that. (unless he gets injured, but we aren't going to think about that)
This doesn't just happen, he is totally focused on his goal. He works out daily, either at the gym, or riding his bike, or often both. Tuesday he dressed in mulitple layers of clothes and headed out on his bike in the heat and humidity. I said "aren't you going to get a little hot?" He told me that was the idea, if he trains with lots of clothes on in the heat, then he will be able to handle riding in the heat, in the woods, with all of his gear on. He is always working on his bike, fine tuning it, making sure it will do what it needs to.
I still think he's crazy.
But I will support him 100%. (Unless it involves trudging through the woods, or sleeping in a tent with him. I draw the line there.) But I am happy to have a nice clean, cool house for him to return to at the end of a long, tiring weekend. So maybe that is more like supporting him 98%. And I make him wash his own smelly dirt bike clothes, so that it probably more like 95%...
And I am really glad there are women like Deb Maki, who travel with their dirt biking families, and take great pictures. (thanks Deb!) And Sue Neinow, who helps Mike at gas stops, and feeds him at the end of the race. You are far better dirt bike wives than me.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Anyhoo-I tend not to read the 'it' book at the time it is popular, just because I like to roll that way, and be a little different. I had seen this one in big displays in the bookstores, and reviewed in the paper, but for some reason just never felt compelled to pick it up. I love the cover, and the title is intriguing, but I had so many more books in my pile.
I picked it up at a yard sale a couple of weeks ago, for 50 cents, (apparently that is the price I was finally willing to pay for it) and the other day it just kind of called out to me as I was walking by my bookshelf. "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. I am sure all of you have probably already read it, and you are thinking "Sheesh Kristi, get with it!"
Oh what I have been missing!!!! It is funny, and tearful, and so well written. I want to go to Italy and eat my way through it.
A favorite line I read last night: "...it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection."
I am going to finish this as quickly as I can, so I can send it off to my sis. The descriptions of how this woman suffered through her divorce, and how she coped, may help her deal with her own emotions. Unfortunately, she won't be able to leave for a year and travel through Italy, India, and Indonesia to help her through the process, but maybe this little book will allow her to do that without leaving Bemidji.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Like learning how to do laundry.
But seriously, he rode his all terrain trike until he was nearly seven. He really liked that trike.
Swimming was another one of those situations. His first year of preschool, he sat on the edge of the pool for the entire year when it was time for swimming. Swimming lessons did nothing to encourage him to jump in, so we canceled them.
He had no interest in going to the pool when he was younger. We did go to Lake Elmo, he would gladly sit in the shallows and play in the water.
A few years ago, he went to a day camp at the University of St. Thomas for a week in July. Part of the camp was Red Cross swimming lessons each afternoon. I don't know what was in that water, or who the magicians were who taught him, but he suddenly became a fish, and loved to swim.
The last several years, I have been bringing him to the pool so he could have fun. Not a fan of sitting around all afternoon in a swimsuit, I longed for the day when he didn't need me to bring him to the pool anymore. Unless his cousin Riley was in town, and I could hang out with Heather at the pool too.Fast forward to today. I dropped him and his very good buddy Austin (the wonderful young man who 'hangs out' with him when Mike and I have date night) at the pool for the afternoon. And they had the best time. And I got my work done during the day (instead of having to work early in the morning or late at night like I used to have to do on our pool days).
And it won't be long, and he will be jumping on his bike, with his towel draped around his neck and his friends urging him to hurry up, and he will pedal off to spend the day at the pool unsupervised. And there will be young girls in bikinis hoping to catch his eye.
Criminy. I'm not quite ready for that yet.
Monday, June 22, 2009
(I apologize for the crummy pictures, Mike wasn't around to help me figure out what was wrong with my settings, and if I can't point and shoot, then I am lost. Really need to take a class someday...)
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
But once Charlie could communicate with you (if you will recall, his first word was DADDY)-it quickly became a different relationship. You shared a love of construction vehicles, anything with wheels,