Miles and I had an hour to kill today so we went to DI. It wasn't a pleasant trip- junky, smelly, and an odd assortment of grabby/rude people. While walking past an end cap, look what I found for sale...
Driving home from Lagoon yesterday, Miles excitedly shouted "That says Miles." I looked up and we were passing a freeway sign that was similar to this one.
Yesterday was MegaDiamond Day at Lagoon. Unfortunately it fell on a weekend where Nolan was at Arches, and Jonathan was taking the ACT and then had to work, so only Dan, Miles, and I could go. We got Lynn to meet us up there so Dan and Lynn could go have fun and I could hang out in Kiddieland. Miles had fun. He had so much fun that he refused to use the bathroom because that would take away from his playtime. He held it until we left the park, then he pulled down his pants and peed on a rock just off the Lagoon property. Back to the rides...He liked the rides that go in circles for about half the ride, then he sat there looking bored for the remainder.
The other day I caught Miles dancing to "Eensy Weensy Spider." He
was awesome (and the fact that he also had to go to the bathroom made it
more interesting).
Growing up, I had a friend whose parents were from India. Her mom wore saris; she always had her hair pulled back and off the neck; she had a Hindu mark on her forehead. She was a woman from India living in California. My friend was an American girl with East Indian heritage. She liked Indian food, but was just as happy with a hamburger. She dressed and looked like a typical American girl. My friend's house always smelled funny to me because her family ate authentic Indian food and the seasoning permeated the house 24/7. I remember it, sometimes, smelling awful; most of the time, it just smelled different, exotic. I've been on a big Indian food kick lately. Today I started wondering if the aroma of Indian food has started to permeate my house. I don't think I'd complain, but my boys probably would. I just finished a bowl of Vegetable Korma. It was simple and fast to make, but the seasoning needs tweaking. It was moderately flavorful, but needs "more", so I need to think about how to "fix it" before I make it again. Nolan and Jonathan would be happy if I never did though because the onion I pureed is burning their eyes. I made another batch of Samosa filling this week. Last week, I made full blown Samosas- the potato and peas mixture in the flaky crust. I baked them instead of frying them and they were good. However, I realized that I like the filling a lot-a lot and would be happy to eat the Samosa filling as a side dish. So I did (and not having to wrap the filling was a time saving bonus as that is a real pain).
I think it's really funny that I love Indian food. My first exposure to Indian food didn't go so well. One of our graduate school friends from India got married and he invited us to celebrate with him at an Indian restaurant. I thought the food was weird-too many flavors. I wasn't feeling well afterwards and when I got home, I threw it up. Now, it's a favorite.
Yes, that is the current score. I'm in a contest with my bed. I'm losing. The other day Miles insisted that his "iPad" was under my bed. I dug out everything of his that he'd stashed under my bed, but his "iPad" wasn't there. He wasn't satisfied. I rotated the bed 90 degrees to prove to him that the "iPad" was somewhere else. Still not good enough. I took the mattress and box spring off the frame so he could see for himself that, unquestionably, his "iPad" wasn't where he was insisting it was. He was satisfied. But now I had to put my bed back together. While walking around the frame, I slammed into the corner of it with my shin. It split open. A lovely 3.5" long gash that was gaping open. It was stitches worthy, but since I am a stitches wimp, I bandaged it up and limped to WalMart to buy some butterfly bandages. I butterflied it together, wrapped it up, and called it good. Back to the bed reassembly... So I needed to move the mattresses to an easier-to-reassemble location. I moved the box spring without incident. I was moving the floppy mattress and it fell into me, knocking me to the ground. I landed on the floor in the middle of the frame, but my left calf was on the frame and pinned between the frame and the mattress. It took a bit of maneuvering to get my leg out. I have an impressive calf bruise from that adventure. Well, then I got help and put the bed back together easily. So, my bed won that round 2 to 0.
Yes, my boys did just get out for summer break last Thursday, but I really did start the back to school shopping today. It's nearly impossible to find jeans that fit Jonathan- he needs long and lean! His size is uncommon and most companies do not even make his size. When I do find jeans that actually fit him, I usually have to pay through the nose for them. I rarely can find them for a good price because if his size was ever even available, it was sold out before markdowns. Today I found the size he needs and they were 50% off! I bought 4 pairs. Now if I only had an idea about what size Nolan will be in the fall...
