Deep fried mozzarella stix and marinara sauce for your stomach's pleasure.
I have a new reality show idea where I will compete and WIN! It will be called Finding Things. Only women will be contestants for their ultimate finding things ability. Men would be at such an obvious disadvantage, as they were not born with the finding things gene.
Why will I win? Because I'm the best.finder.ever.
We have to get our septic inspected every three years. It's the first time we'll have to do this since we built the house. The inspector is coming this morning. Yesterday Chris announces we must find the keys to the septic padlocks. Hm. I didn't even know there WERE keys. So, I launched into my preliminary questions to him:
1)Are the keys on a ring or together somewhere else?
answer: They are in a tiny 1x2 inch padlock box
2) When was the last time you saw them?
answer: In my hand when the septic installer handed them to me.
3) And you have no idea what you did with them?
answer: nope.
4) What does the little box look like?
answer: plain, grocery bag brown
5) No pictures on it?
answer: no
Ok, so you realize that the last time he had this small box was before any of the interior stuff was done in the house and there were boxes and piles of materials all over the place. There was no spot for safe keeping. The only spot would've been in the camper we had on the land at the time (we've sold it since that time).
After mulling about 5 possible spots for the keys, I went on my search. They weren't in any of those places. In the basement there were two boxes of misc. caulk, nails and leftover cabinet parts, etc. Lo and behold, guess what I found in one of those boxes. I win.
Five minutes later Chris lost his little rachet he was using the prior evening while working on the garage door. It wasn't anywhere in sight. However, thinking of all the possible places to set things, I realized he had the truck tailgate down to work on the overhead section of the door. Ding ding! Under the tailgate, on the bumper sat the rachet.
See, I would win. Don't even try to challenge me.
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Man! You're good! I'm the one who is always misplacing stuff. Then I'll run across it when I don't need it and I think "Oh, that's where that went." and then promptly forget where it is when I need it again. *smacks forehead*
BTW, the beer bread warmed up topped with melty butter is pretty splendiferific! YUM! I haven't tried any of the other stuff as it's all for DH's stocking. Oh and we have made homemade sauce the last four weekends. Sunday evenings with whole wheat pasta, fresh sauce and a bottle of red, makes for a nice evening.
I didn't expect to see you here this morning! What a nice treat.
Isn't the beer bread good? I can carb overload on it quickly. Especially when I put Pesto and cheese mixed in. *drool*
Wow, you are a sauce making fool! I've gotten quite used to wheat pasta now. I've found a surprising new red that I love. I normally drink merlots, cabernets and pinot noirs, however, Cline (Sonoma, CA) has a great Ancient Vines Zinfandel that is great. I just bought another bottle yesterday at Cost Plus.
I have some things for you to find. Come over please.
We play this game in our house all the time. It usually involves the piles and piles of bills.
But now we have a new participant: Conner. Every morning I send him to find his shoes or something else in order to keep him busy. This morning he found a bag of money. All of Michael's coins. It's a pretty big bag of loose coins. Lots of coins. He spent about 20 minutes running to the "puter" room fetching coins and then running into his room to fill his piggy bank. He was busy with Michael's money. I didn't dare stop him.
That's some mighty fine Sherlocking, Kim!
But eventually you will tire of this game and the responsibility involved in always having to know or intuit where everything is.
"I dunno" and "find it yourself" are my mottos. (Of course when the kids ar small you must have this finding instinct as a matter of survival.)
Making the sauce is fun. We throw some music on and just have at those tomatoes. The first batch was good, the second was carpy, the third was good and the fourth was the best.
Now, I think we're just about out of tomatoes. That's bums me out as it was a great thing to come in the house and smell sauce cooking.
You should have told me about the pesto and cheese! My cod that sounds great.
LOL at Connor stealing dad's money.
*snort* at Connor!
Swami, I do ocassionally tire of it, especially when he won't even TRY to find something. I make sure he's made a reasonable effort first. I figure I should just get a good attitude about it now & maybe I won't resort to killing him in the future. :-)
T-kit is crazy for being sad the sauce making is done. One batch of sauce and one batch of salsa & I'm done for.
My mind is obviously cluttered. I just tried to drink my stapler. My coffee mug wasn't where it usually is.
Oh my gawd mozzerella sticks with marinara. I love those.
*gobble*
Good for you for being able to find stuff! Men can't find things, it's true. My favourite story is the time DH was harrassing me about where the remote for the VCR was. This was in the days before kids, when the coffee table was home to remotes, the TV Guide and drinks. I had just tidied. It was right there, on the coffee table. He kept looking at me and saying "Well, where is it?" and I'd answer: "Right there in front of you." He picked everything up on the table and looked underneath it (ashtray - we smoked at the time - TV Guide, other remote) and couldn't see it. I thought he was playing a joke on me. He wasn't.
*sigh*
Can you come over and find the US Weekly that came in the mail yesterday, that DH has already misplaced? I could have killed him for that. *sigh* Where is it? I looked under the couch cushions, under the couch, everywhere, damnit! (he said he tossed it on the couch with the other stuff. The other stuff was there, my mag is not. *pout*)
If you're not going to let me compete, can you at least come to my house and find stuff for me?
The question, MM, is who moved stuff on the couch between the time he put it there & you went to find it. Someone did. Even if they don't remember doing it, they did. Someone did the crossword puzzle & used it as a stiff writing surface. Or he went to answer the phone before he had a chance to throw it down...
HD, I'll be over for dinner with my finding eyes on.
MM: Check the bathroom.
I would so lose that game!
When you can play "Finder" over the phone, down to the inch in the pile of paperwork, and explain well enough that your hubby can find it...we'll talk. I AM the champion.
Nolay can't find anything because he's looking through "guy eyes". That's what I call it when Dave can't find things that are "hidden" in plain sight.
And Momma? I challenge you to a game of "finder". We play that ALL the time around here. *rolls eyes*
Oh bloody hell, I just read TK's post and have to go home.
I'm bloody starving.
I lost my underwear the other morning when getting ready for work. Looked all over the house for them, even in the cat food can. Then I found them . . .on me.
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