Grooving to the Music

I'm Going Crazy

Jake concurs that I am going crazy.

The first story to illustrate this point is the clock story. I did the laundry on Saturday night, and let's just say there was a little mishap. Before starting the load of colored clothes, I picked up a few shirts and pants that were laying right next to Jake's side of the bed. I then continued to fill the washer with the colored clothes and begin the washing cycle. I came back an hour later to put the clothes in the dryer. As I lifted the last few items of clothes from the washer, I heard a "clink" sound. I looked down to find that I had washed Jake's alarm clock and its life was over. Normally this wouldn't be a huge deal since you can just go the store and buy a replacement, but unfortunately this was no ordinary alarm clock. Jake had this alarm clock since before his mission about 6 years ago and has never had to replace the battery. For the past year or two Jake has been telling me how much he loves his alarm clock and how curious he was to see how long it could go on one battery. Alas, Jake shall never know. It's like that commercial with the tootsie pop...how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop...the world will never know.

This second story happened no more than 20 minutes ago. Yesterday Jake and I cooked creamy potato soup for the first time since it is one of the soups that we are going to serve at our Christmas Workshop Enrichment. We had company over to try out the soup as well, and it was a hit. Jake and I also made a roast that we were going to eat for lunches throughout this week. Well I had the delicious roast for lunch today, so I decided that I would have some left over soup for dinner. I got out the soup and dished it into a bowl to heat it up. I noticed the soup had thickened up quite a bit, but thought that this kind of soup must just thicken up when kept in the refrigerator. Once it was out of the microwave I grabbed a spoon and started chowing down. It was definitely not tasting as good the second day. After a few spoonfuls I was getting really full. I was so confused how I was able to eat 1.5 bowls of the soup yesterday. Then it dawned on me...Jake made gravy for the roast!!! I had eaten about 5 large spoonfuls of thick, hot gravy, which I would guess was about 1/3 cup.

Where is my mind these days!

Scary Dreams

At 2:30 in the morning last night I was awoken by Jake talking. He was stabbing the air with his fist and saying in an intense voice, "I'm gonna get you Mr. Riddle. You better watch out Mr. Riddle, I'm gonna get ya." I immediately woke Jake up because he was honestly scaring me. He woke up and said in a nice soft voice, "Hi honey. What's wrong?"

This isn't the first time that Jake has talked in his sleep. It makes me want to put a pad of paper next to my bed so that I can record any other crazy episodes. I'll keep you all posted if this happens again.

Mud Masks

So, the other night Jo was feeling restless. After a second, the idea came to her that mud masks were the answer to her plight, and guess who got brought along for the ride? I'd never had a mud facial before (obviously) and apparently my time had come. I don't know if I would have gone along with it though if it had been some kind of vegetable thing where I would have put the cucumbers over my eyes. But it's just smearing dirt on your face. Heck, I did that all the time when I was a kid. So why don't I have marvelous skin now if mud's the answer to beauty? I guess it doesn't matter, I didn't do it for the glory... I did it for the pictures.