I'm still here. Dang blog. Had I been a good little blogger the last few weeks I would have posted no fewer than 5 times! Unfortunately, I'm a not a good little blogger...here they are anyway:
I had a post planned two weeks ago-and it never happened. I was going to show you what my kitchen looks like on Tuesdays:
Pretty bad, huh?
Since January I've been doing a food swap with another family in our ward. I take her family of 6 (with no food allergies) dinner Tuesday night, and she brings us food on Wednesday nights. (It seems a minor miracle to NOT have food allergies here where we live-is it that way everywhere now or is there something wrong here?)
Let's just say Wednesday is awesome and Tuesday kind of sucks.
Having a warm meal delivered to your door is perfectly delightful; coming up with recipes that are new and exciting and worthy to be shared with friends once a week is stressful. Not to mention the preparation and clean up.
That's a lot of dishes!
Preparing homemade baked manicotti for last week's swap gave me an idea for another post...
My Food Processor Finally Comes Out of the Closet (and box)
Long ago, when we lived in Small Town, Mexico, I went through a freezer meal obsession. I purchased a food processor and had it sent to New Orleans where they were supposed to stick it on a boat that was coming down to Small Town. Instead, the new guy in the mail room just sent it down in the mail and we ended up having to pay about twice what I paid for it in customs (grrrr).
I never even opened it up until last week when I was making sauce for the manicotti (ground beef and pepperoni ground up together-interesting).
New things scare me. I remember when I first got an ipod-it sat in a drawer for 6 months before I opened it.
On to the next would-be post...
My friend had her 4th baby last week. Her 3 other kids, ages 8, 5 and 19 months, came and stayed with us for a couple of nights. These kids are great kids (believe me you, I don't offer to do extended babysitting very often), and I was EXHAUSTED! Like falling asleep on the couch at 9 pm with my clothes on exhausted.
Here are a couple of shots of my house...
Pedro, Always the Charmer
I hope this was due to the fact that my friend had her baby last week, but I can't really be certain...
Pedro came up to me the other night and put his hand on my stomach and asked if I had a baby in there because my stomach, according to him, "is big".
Time to lay off on the Blue Bell ice cream.
And last but not least...
Guapo was called to be the new bishop of our ward last Sunday. That makes me a "bishop's wife", which to me conjures up images of someone MUCH older (and slightly nicer) than I am. Oh well. So, I've been spending a lot of time coming to grips with what that means for our family for the next 5 or 6 YEARS. I need to simplify things as much as I can around here in order to remain sane (note to self: this does not mean neglecting my blog).
(For those of you who aren't LDS, our church doesn't have a paid clergy-every position in our congregation is fulfilled by a "regular" person in our 300 member ward. A bishop is the person in charge of the ward and it's kind of like taking on a part-time job in addition to going to his regular job. It will require anywhere from 15-30 hours a week of service. A bishop doesn't have a set "term" but it is normally around 5 years-our last bishop was in for just over 6 years)
He'll do a great job. And don't worry-I'll never again refer to him as Bishop Gaupo on my blog.
He's still just Gaupo to me.