My mother wanted her kids and grandkids to email her often, and when we protested that we didn't always have news for her, she would say, "If all you tell me is what you had for lunch, I will be happy." Hence the title of my little blog. And hence the reason I will be telling you what I had for lunch. Every time I write. Unless I forget.
So how are you? Hmmm. I guess the nice thing about a blog is I don't really have to pretend to care about that, eh? I can just get straight to MY news. Which is why I can't believe I haven't started blogging before....
We'll start with the kids. Emily, my self-proclaimed history buff, spent last evening working on a project for government class. I believe the assignment was to "found" a political party and design a political poster for it. Last I knew, she'd named her party the "History Buffs", selected the zebra as its symbol, and chosen "purple and zebra print" for its colors. Among her "what we stand for" points were such things as numbered parking spaces and field trips to foreign countries. I'm thinking I would join this party.
Rachel spent last night watching "Jane Eyre" and giggling at William Hurt's awkward portrayal of Rochester. In her spare time, she has been honing her non-verbal communication skills. By that I mean she shrugs, sighs, and rolls her eyes a lot. She also likes to pantomime answers to questions. Like when I ask her who she's texting, she'll hold up four fingers, and then I have to guess who they are. This was only fun for me one or two times. Now, it's only fun for her.
David has decided to start a band. He will play guitar (after he learns how), Rachel will play electric violin (after she learns how), and they're still hashing out Emily's role. She thinks she can sing, but David prefers her on Tambourine. Of course, David appears to be something of a tyrant as a bandleader. The girls have already been kicked out of the band and invited back in several times and they haven't even started practicing. But when they are getting along, they spend a lot of time picking songs for their "playlist", kicking around names for the band (one favorite suggestion was Tight Underwear), and evaluating potential drummers. I guess I should start looking around for one of those panelled vans...for the tour you know.
Dave's garden is officially out of control...and so is he. Yesterday he forces me to go out there to look at his pumpkins. While we're there, he points each pumpkin out to me and I have to admit they're pretty glorious. But I notice he's talking very quietly to me, almost whispering. I ask him why, and he says he doesn't want the neighbor kids to know about the pumpkins...for fear they may raid the garden. I just hope the neighbor kids don't read this blog...
As for me, my neck is bothering me again, I wish I had a pasta pot, and I can't find my Eddie Bauer jeans.
And I had a crispy flour taco yesterday for lunch.
