"Gourmet" Mac 'n Cheese at the Buffet House

We went to the buffet house for dinner. Mmmm... or not as you see it.
I don't care - I didn't have to cook dinner. That makes it "Mmmmm..."

My dd had the 'gourmet' version of mac 'n cheese. Oh, yes.. and a roll.
Oh - she did eat a little fruit, and a little ice-cream. That makes it a very
well rounded meal. SCORE!!

Her little brother chowed down on meatloaf, mashed potatos, gravy, grean beans, carrots, corn, corn bread, milk, fruit, and cleaned up with an ice cream cone. He announced that he is going to be a 'cleaner man' when he grows up. Awesome. Will save some dough when it comes time for college.

All in all - it was a pleasant evening. And it's quiet here since we dropped the darling girlie off at dance class on the way home. DS is playing on the Wii (with his biggest brother) - but that is for another blog - another day.

Go Tech

An anniversary of an awful day. Still recovering from that day. It's hard to believe it's been a year already. I thank God my boys stayed safe that day. I think that experience aged me 10 years in a moment. I pray that God will bless those families who are still grieving. I can't imagine. When I couldn't locate one of my sons on that day, I have a brief glimpse into their reality - be it ever so brief, my being ceased for a flicker. My breath gone. But I was given blessed relief. He was safe, and I could breathe.

Is a Quesadilla 'really' Just Cheese and Bread???

Well - guess what? My dd actually ate a fairly good sized portion of a homemade quesadilla for supper. It's a miracle from heaven above. Shhhh.... don't tell her mother it's cheese and bread...

Oh, and she had a scrumptious, healthful snack - a slice of garlic bread!

Somehow, I managed to sneak a carrot stick in there. I go to bed a happy mom.

My Dad's Final Prank - An April Fool's Day Passing

Today is the anniversary of the day my Dad died, April 1st, 1998. My son, John went to the cemetary this morning to visit his grave.
I guess I should take my Mom over there - and some flowers.
I still miss that old grumpy guy!! I miss cheddar cheese and Wheat Thins, and working
the crossword puzzle with him. Grilled cheese and tomato soup with the blackest croutons... fishing, boating... building contraptions for stuff... playing the piano - and his trumpet when he could still play. His red jacket and his funny hat. The way he could twitch his ears, and make that funny sound with his lips to amuse a baby. I miss the way his fingers twitched when he would scratch his head - he couldn't move one hand without moving the other. I even miss being called a "dummy" when I did something stupid.
I miss the look of pride on his face when I did something right.
I miss you, Dad.