For the last couple of days, publishing to this site has been tough. The service I use, Blogger, hasn’t been able to support the number of people using it and as a result everything bogs down. This has lead me to search out other web publishing alternatives. Of course, I probably don’t have the time or technical know-how to host my own stuff but hey, it’s fun to learn about what else is out there.

Kevin is coming out of his hectic shift schedule at WT and moving into his off week. I’ve been concocting a nice long to-do list to keep him busy. You know what they say, idle hands are the work of the devil or something to that effect. I’m particularly uneasy because for Christmas, he got his first real power tool. Before Dec. 25th, his biggest baddest tool was a cordless drill and a couple to of pull saws. However, my dad was kind enough/crazy enough to get Kevin a bansaw for Christmas. Lets just say it’s big and could easily cut off your finger in about .2 seconds. The idea of leaving Kevin alone with it unsupervised for a week gives me the willies. So far he’s been pretty good except every time I see him working with it he isn’t wearing his safety goggles. I shudder to think what else he’s doing when I’m not around.

So maybe I’ll but Kevin on the quest to find a new web publishing replacement. When he’s on the computer, my only worry is how big of an ebay charge we’re going to get hit with. I’d rather deal with Visa statements than drive to the hosipal with a finger wrapped in ice. Bleck.

And maybe, if your REALLLLLLY lucky, he’ll even turn of the web cam tomorrow and you can watch him as he watches his computer. Ohhhh, how exciting would that be!

Sometime, Kevin cracks me up. Actually, it’s either I laugh or I cry and I’ve decided laughing is probably healthier for me.

Take, for example, last night. I made this *incredible* soup from scratch and left some out for Kev since he was working late. He comes home, sits down, eats his soup, and I sit across the table from him listening to his day and telling him about mine. After the soup (which he also felt was incredible), he decided he needed to relax in front of the t.v. I, however, was not in the mood to veg in front of the boob-tube. Instead, I set up shop at the kitchen table. I took out the Zen garden we got for Christmas from Jean & Ben, arranged the smooth river rocks in an aesthetically pleasing fashion, stuck a few sticks of incense around artistically, lit one for ambiance, and pulled out my new Naked Chef cookbook to inspire my newly fanned cooking desire.

And so there I sat, relaxing in the kitchen, dreaming about fresh mozzarella and twice bakes potatoes when suddenly Kevin shouts out…”Hey, here’s that special on Carrie Otis. Did you know she used to be married to Micky Roarke?”

My moment was shattered. I replied in the negative and re-settled myself as I rummaged through the joys of baking your own bread when….

“Oh man! Guess what they’re doing to these guys?? They’re hitting them with baseball bats. Oww! Can you believe that!” my husbands yells to me from the living room. “I’m trying to read here” I sweetly remind him.

This continued for then next twenty minutes. Every time Kevin saw something interesting on the t.v. he felt compelled to shout out a description to me in the kitchen. Finally, I admitted defeat, snuffed out my incense, shelved my book, and spent the rest of the night on the sofa enduring Kevin’s feeble attempts to channel surf. (Lets just say, he surfs like a weenie.)

Such is my life. I will, however, leave you with the recipe for my awesome soup courtesy of my mother. It’s sooooo easy, you won’t believe it.

You will need…..

1/2 onion diced
2 tbs olive oil
1 1/2 cups water
1 can of chicken broth
1 can of garbanzo beans, drained
1 can of chopped tomatoes, undrained
1/2 tsp cumin
1/4 cinnamon
1/4 ground black pepper
1/2 cup ditalini pasta (this is a very small tube pasta about 1/2 the size of macaroni- bigger stuff probably won’t work)

Here’s what you do. In a medium pot, add the olive oil and saute the onions until tender for a few minutes. Then add everything but the pasta. Turn it to high until it starts to boil. Then reduce the head until you have a nice steady boil and let it sit for about 5 minutes. Finally, add the pasta and cook until the pasta is tender. AND THAT’S IT!!!

Personally, I love pasta in my soup so I added more than 1/2 a cup. If you do this, be prepared to add more water/chicken broth as the pasta really sucks it up as it cooks. This isn’t a really liquid soup which makes it good enough for a dinner. Yum yum. I’ve decided to keep the big ingredients on hand – ditalini, chopped tomatoes, and garbanzo beans – and then I’ll be ready to make it one a moments notice. And I don’t even like garbanzo beans!

That’s all my culinary knowledge for the moment. Trust me on this one, make this soup. You’ll thank me!

I was talking to Kevin last night and told him that Eric Clapton had just married his 25 year old girlfriend. Kevin’s response?

“Man, I’ve got to learn how to play the guitar.”

Here at last are the long promised pictures. First, feast your eyes on the “before” for the computer room. Notice the ugly floor. In a fit of incompetence, we painted a concrete floor with regular paint. The result is a nice peeling, spotty floor. Euuuuugh, gross. If you want, click on the image for a closer view of our icky paint job.

Now look at that same floor with carpet! How neat is that??? Artie decided he wanted to help cut the molding too and managed to chew through five feet of the stuff before we managed to corral him. If you look closely, you can see bits of demolished wood handing from his mouth. We moved back in all the computer stuff and Kevin set up shop again. Artie took up watch at the door making sure no pesky cat tried to invade the new space. Personally, I think the carpet brings out his eyes, don’t you?

And then there was the baby piglet. Take a look at him all curled up next to me. Look how cute and snuggly! Who knew what a terror lurked beneath that peaceful facade. Please disregard the knitting needle sticking out of my hair. I’m constantly forgetting where I put it and sticking in on my head has proved the only way I know how to keep track of the thing. Man, I miss that baby piglet….

So there you go. Pictures as promised. That wasn’t so bad, was it?

We took down the tree and packed up all the xmas decorations. All except for my Christmas card making supplies. You see, I have a deep aversion to mass productions. If you are going to make something “home made” you should only make one. An original, one of a kind creation. To mass produce your home made goodie makes you no better than Wal-Mart or Hallmark. I apply this sensible belief to everything from decorating cookies to Christmas cards to letters. The idea of baking home made Christmas cookies and then passing them down an assembly line of same frosting color, same sprinkles, same placing of red hots makes my skin crawl. Each cookie should be a unique and precious piece of work, otherwise, what separates it from a plain old Chips Ahoy?

However, the draw back to my belief is that creation takes time. Faced with 27 star cookies, how do you creatively decorate each one in a unique and yet presentable fashion? In the time it takes my dad to mass produce all 27 candy canes in a monotonous red and white striped pattern, I find I have complete a mere 3 star cookies each a unique and delightful joy to behold. I wonder if the Cabbage Patch creators were faced with the same dilemma?

So for my Christmas cards, I realized that in order to be ready for next Christmas, I need to start making cards in January. For this year, the time break down per card ran something like this…

Drag boxes from basement and arrange stamps, ink and papers around me in a suitable position….. 45 minutes
Take a break for coffee and to call Kat to come join me…. 20 minutes.
Watch with envy and delight as Kat arrives and arranges all her stamps, ink and papers in a suitable position around her… 20 minutes.
Select first paper size, orientation and color…. 5 minutes.
Select first stamp for paper… 6 minutes.
Select correct inking for above selected stamp… 3 minutes.
Ink and stamp… 1 minute.
Confer with Kat over outcome of paper, orientation, color, stamp and ink result… 5 minutes.
Proceed to select wording and correct ink to work with above creation…. 5 minutes.
Ink and stamp… 1 minute.
Confer with Kat over outcome of wording and ink to previous creation… 5 minutes.
Break to refill coffee and confer with Kat about her current creation… 10 minutes.
Select appropriate envelope and stamp/ink for outside…. 5 minutes.
Stamp and ink…. 1 minute.
Sit back and review entire set of envelope, words and card, confer with Kat re results…. 10 minutes.

Total time spent to set up…. 1 hour 25 minutes. Total time to create one Christmas card….. 57 minutes.

So you see, in one sitting I can create approximately 4 cards on a good day with no interruption. At approximately one card per hour, I figure I need to start my Christmas creations now rather than later. An so, with a brisk pat on my back for such foresight, I have refrained from packing away all my Christmas stamps. This fact alone should cut down on the set up time by at least 6-7 minutes and at my pace, every second helps.

So if you were one of the lucky few to receive a home made Chrissie card this year, rest secure in the knowledge that yours is a unique and original creation, created with my own little hands and sweat in the mere space of one hour. If you did not receive a card from me, I apologize for this oversight and vow that come next Christmas there will be enough cards to go around. At 4 cards per weekend, and dedicating one weekend per month, I figure I can complete 48 cards for 2002. Is that impressive or what?!?!?

The truely astute reader will realize that there are no pictures on this site as promised. Yes, the carpeting is finished, yes I took pictures, yes I transfered them to the home computer. However, at this point, someone turned horrible grumpy and stormed out of the computer room ranting about demanding and pushy wives. I don’t think we need to names names, do we? So come back tomorrow, no promises but heck, it’s better than working, right?