The Last Thing I Looked For...

I can be pretty scattered brain at times.

It is sad really, how forgetful I can be with my things.

I roll my eyes each and every time, followed by a shoulder shrug when I can't find something.  At least, if I don't have a complete meltdown followed by a temper tantrum and usually tears.  Sometimes, silent promises of revenge to those who took my thing that I am looking for, even if it was the pixie that lives under the stairs.

Oddly, if the Husband is looking for [insert item here] or my kid, hell, even my boss - it is scary how I can recall where [insert item here] is located.  And, by recall I mean literally, I can close my eyes and see whatever is needed.  I could see [insert item here] from the corner of my eye, one time, and when asked for [insert item here] *poof* I know where [insert item here] is located.


Not so with anything that I need.

Case in point, Sunday, I was taking the kids to see grandma and could not find my keys.  My keys.  I know I had my keys the night before because we had gone out the night before and I drove.

I drove, parked and unlocked the door to get in to our house so I know I had keys at some point within the last 24 hours but when I go to leave, again, gone.

Flashes of the before mentioned pixie come to mind, as well as the Husband devilishly hiding them behind the couch, but after several sad attempts at trying to remember where they were and two kids who were itching to get out the house to visit grandma, I took the Husband's set and went on are way.

They have to turn up somewhere.  Right?

Once home and his keys returned to the hook on the wall, I promptly forgot that I lost my keys.

I threw the wash in to the dryer and started the dishes.  Then I heard it.  A thump or was it a clink.

Clink, clank.

I turned the water off and waited.

Nothing.

Turned the water back on and a few minutes later heard it again.

And in a flash, I knew were my keys where at...

Writing Prompts:
2.) Write about the last item you looked for. Why did you need it?

Baked Potato Soup

I made Baked Potato Soup from a recipe I found thanks to Google and Allrecipes.com.  It turned out great!  I doubled the recipe and forgot to add garlic but it was still really good.  *pats self on back*

The Husband liked it, too, only he poured it (like gravy) over the dinner I made the night before... hmmm...  not what I intended.  I was trying to make meals - plural.  sigh.  At least he liked it and maybe he does not think I am trying to kill him.  Ha!


Baked Potato Soup:

Ingredients:

3 bacon strips, diced 1 small onion, chopped 1 clove garlic, minced 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon dried basil 1/2 teaspoon pepper

3 cups chicken broth 2 large baked potatoes, peeled and cubed 1 cup half-and-half cream 1/2 teaspoon hot pepper sauce Shredded Cheddar cheese Minced fresh parsley

Directions:

1.

In a large saucepan, cook bacon until crisp. Drain, reserving 1 tablespoon drippings. Set bacon aside. Saute onion and garlic in the drippings until tender. Stir in flour, salt, basil and pepper; mix well. Gradually add broth. Bring to boil; boil and stir for 2 minutes. Add the potatoes, cream and hot pepper sauce; heat through but do not boil. Garnish with bacon, cheese and parsley.

Death by Dinner

I burned dinner Friday.  The husband thinks I am trying to kill him.  I can only assume he means through starvation because I have been doing this a lot lately... burning things not trying to kill him.  In fact, it was not until he said, "You buy it.  I will make it." did I realize that was why he has been cooking so many meals the last several months.  So I burned a few meals and maybe forgot to cook but it beats cleaning up when I do cook. HA!  The kids eat.  And Jamba Mama wants to do nothing BUT nurse.  It is exhausting.  Half the time I don't think she is even "eating" just sucking and her scream... sweet Jesus!  I give in... I give in so much so that I am pretty sure I am practicing attachment parenting without meaning it. *sigh*

Today.. vote.  Can't escape the message.  It is everywhere and with good reason.  I had planned on using my company's policy in regards to voting but did not request it soon enough and I may have screwed myself.  I now have to decided between getting the kid to gymnastics or voting.  Tough choice...  Husband is working.  Not sure how I will swing this if there is a long wait.  *sigh*

The last two weeks have been pretty much like this... mini fails.  Lost Misplaced the family debit card on Friday but only realized at 4:00 PM on Halloween when I went to buy candy.  Lost Misplaced keys and had to walk to the church for my PSR class and while there my iPod died and had no way to tell time till the end bell rang.  Bought a sippy cup for the baby to only find out that they are not like Avent's and you can't use the nipple on it too to help baby learn to hold a cup (top it off I paid the same amount for one that avent has for two).  blerg.  Did I mention that I got a flat driving home to let the husband take my car because he had a flat?  *sigh* 

I have had some mini wins, too...  Bebe has her (first) two bottom teeth, I got to walk Corey to school on Monday; chatting about life and the Friday before I hung out in his classroom for their fall party.  I think he was pretty proud of me that I baked for his class and that is always a big win when your kid is proud of you.  I also made a stellar roasted vegetable soup and a killer pulled pork (with the help of the Husband's amazing BBQ sauce.. yay for team work!).  In the whole scope of things, I have more mini wins then fails but why do the fails always seem so much bigger when it is the wins that we will/should remember. *sigh*

Here is to all the big wins, the mini wins and all the stuff in between.