Under the date Oct 17 these go back to Sep 13, at least until I change the post dates to be corrected
9/26
Morning break, lunch, and it’s gone. The Superwife and the kids don’t even get to try it. Everybody liked it. So here it is, a reasonably good cherry crisp.
Reasonably Good Cherry Crisp
2 Big cans of cherry pie filling
1 cup rolled oats
½ cup brown sugar
½ cup flour
½ teaspoon cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon nutmeg
½ cup butter
½ cup coconut
1 package sliced almonds
Mix in cinnamon and nutmeg into cherry filling. Or don’t add the nutmeg, you get to make the decision. Pour it into a 9x14 pan, or whatever makes you happy.
For topping combine oats, brown sugar, flour, coconut and cut in butter until crumbly.
Sprinkle topping over filling. Sprinkle almonds over topping.
Bake in 375 degree oven for 30-35 minutes.
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Friday, October 17, 2003
9/25
Potluck. I try a piece, it’s too sweet. But it would be real good with ice cream. There’s so much food it hardly gets touched. Either that, or it’s a bust. If I brought it home the Superwife would say something like, “Do you know how many calories are in that pan? You eat it.” So it’s left in the office fridge for tomorrow. We’ll see.
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Potluck. I try a piece, it’s too sweet. But it would be real good with ice cream. There’s so much food it hardly gets touched. Either that, or it’s a bust. If I brought it home the Superwife would say something like, “Do you know how many calories are in that pan? You eat it.” So it’s left in the office fridge for tomorrow. We’ll see.
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9/24
Potluck at work tomorrow. We go to Wally World for miscellaneous and sundry stuff. While the Superwife and kids are shopping for their things I head for the food section to find something to make.
I head back to the cake mix section. No, no cakes, don’t wanna do that. Have to do something different. I see easy to make cherry crisp. That’s possible. But looking at the box it looks like something that was at the school picnic, and it wasn’t too impressive. So I shall make one from scratch, or nearly so. I have decided, it shall be so.
Pick up a couple cans of pie filling and stuff I might need.
It’s late, too late to start cooking, but there’s no choice. Find a recipe and make cherry crisp. I find one and figure some adjustments will have to be made. It calls for a two-quart pan. I want it bigger, thicker, and it has got to be good. Into a pot go two big cans of cherries, cinnamon, and a little nutmeg.
Supermom comes down after reading to the kids and getting them asleep. I cannot find brown sugar. She says we don’t have any. She drives to a store to get me some. Either she loves me or she wanted to get out of the house.
In preparing the topping I don’t exactly follow the recipe, I never do. To adjust for a bigger 9x14 pan everything is doubled. I add coconut, because cherries and coconut is a natural. After the topping is on I sprinkle a bag of sliced almonds over the top. I hope it’s good.
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Potluck at work tomorrow. We go to Wally World for miscellaneous and sundry stuff. While the Superwife and kids are shopping for their things I head for the food section to find something to make.
I head back to the cake mix section. No, no cakes, don’t wanna do that. Have to do something different. I see easy to make cherry crisp. That’s possible. But looking at the box it looks like something that was at the school picnic, and it wasn’t too impressive. So I shall make one from scratch, or nearly so. I have decided, it shall be so.
Pick up a couple cans of pie filling and stuff I might need.
It’s late, too late to start cooking, but there’s no choice. Find a recipe and make cherry crisp. I find one and figure some adjustments will have to be made. It calls for a two-quart pan. I want it bigger, thicker, and it has got to be good. Into a pot go two big cans of cherries, cinnamon, and a little nutmeg.
Supermom comes down after reading to the kids and getting them asleep. I cannot find brown sugar. She says we don’t have any. She drives to a store to get me some. Either she loves me or she wanted to get out of the house.
In preparing the topping I don’t exactly follow the recipe, I never do. To adjust for a bigger 9x14 pan everything is doubled. I add coconut, because cherries and coconut is a natural. After the topping is on I sprinkle a bag of sliced almonds over the top. I hope it’s good.
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9/23
Trainboy had a class picnic at school. I left work as soon as possible and away we went. We eat the usual stuff, meet his teacher, and go outside to play. When you’re 46 recess isn’t that big a deal though, the thrill is gone. I’d rather lay on the blanket. Trainboy had other ideas. He runs through the playground equipment and I am envious; firstly, because he feels like running all day and can, and secondly because this is pretty neat playground equipment.
My Dad could have said the same thing. As could his Dad before him, going back to when some guy grunted that when he was a kid he didn’t have two rocks like that to bang together. But I digress.
Afterwards the Superwife told me Trainboy was excited that I was going to meet his teacher. Well I failed that one. I just stood there and watched like the anti-socialist I am. She also told me that he told her that he had a special friend in class. Okay, you’ve got my interest now. He then said his friend had brown skin. I don’t know why that would matter. He’s never heard us make racial comments, we don’t make any.
He led the Supermom to the class pictures that surrounded the black board. He pointed out the picture of a cute girl- long black hair, brown eyes, probably Hispanic. Trainboy has good taste. Trainboy can pick ‘em.
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Trainboy had a class picnic at school. I left work as soon as possible and away we went. We eat the usual stuff, meet his teacher, and go outside to play. When you’re 46 recess isn’t that big a deal though, the thrill is gone. I’d rather lay on the blanket. Trainboy had other ideas. He runs through the playground equipment and I am envious; firstly, because he feels like running all day and can, and secondly because this is pretty neat playground equipment.
My Dad could have said the same thing. As could his Dad before him, going back to when some guy grunted that when he was a kid he didn’t have two rocks like that to bang together. But I digress.
Afterwards the Superwife told me Trainboy was excited that I was going to meet his teacher. Well I failed that one. I just stood there and watched like the anti-socialist I am. She also told me that he told her that he had a special friend in class. Okay, you’ve got my interest now. He then said his friend had brown skin. I don’t know why that would matter. He’s never heard us make racial comments, we don’t make any.
He led the Supermom to the class pictures that surrounded the black board. He pointed out the picture of a cute girl- long black hair, brown eyes, probably Hispanic. Trainboy has good taste. Trainboy can pick ‘em.
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9/18
Didn’t make it to Wally World last night. It was Awanas night. The kids go, Patricia teaches. I am a slacker and stay home. Woe unto me. But a little peace and quiet once in a while is nice. I am content to sit on the couch and…. Fall asleep.
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Didn’t make it to Wally World last night. It was Awanas night. The kids go, Patricia teaches. I am a slacker and stay home. Woe unto me. But a little peace and quiet once in a while is nice. I am content to sit on the couch and…. Fall asleep.
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9/16
We checked out the machines at Wally World. On the one hand I’m always for supporting local merchants. On the other hand, I work days, she works weekends, and it’s sometimes hard to get us all together and moving at the same time. Wally World is open 24/7. And if I do say so myself, I like that.
In the past I’ve driven by large retailers and seen cars in the lot well after closing. They were probably stocking shelves or cleaning, whatever, but it always seemed to me that as long as you’ve got people in there why don’t you put a couple at the registers and make some money? Wally World does that, and there’s people in the parking lot all the time. Making money 24/7.
So we went to Wally World to see if they had any sewing machines. They do. They carry everything but lumber and, and, I can’t think of anything else. We scoped out the machines, they definitely have some nice machines. The Superwife would be content with any of them. But the Frugalwife definitely doesn’t want to overspend. She is inclined to go with: http://64.4.8.250/cgi-bin/linkrd?_lang=EN&lah=2076170f1e3cb72f6411d49fa7f27cde&lat=1066383777&hm___action=http%3a%2f%2fwww%2ewalmart%2ecom%2fcatalog%2fproduct%2egsp%3fproduct_id%3d1744744%26amp%3bcat%3d4770%26amp%3btype%3d1%26amp%3bdept%3d4044%26amp%3bpath%3d0%253A4044%253A4064%253A90433%253A4770
That’s some kind of link.
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We checked out the machines at Wally World. On the one hand I’m always for supporting local merchants. On the other hand, I work days, she works weekends, and it’s sometimes hard to get us all together and moving at the same time. Wally World is open 24/7. And if I do say so myself, I like that.
In the past I’ve driven by large retailers and seen cars in the lot well after closing. They were probably stocking shelves or cleaning, whatever, but it always seemed to me that as long as you’ve got people in there why don’t you put a couple at the registers and make some money? Wally World does that, and there’s people in the parking lot all the time. Making money 24/7.
So we went to Wally World to see if they had any sewing machines. They do. They carry everything but lumber and, and, I can’t think of anything else. We scoped out the machines, they definitely have some nice machines. The Superwife would be content with any of them. But the Frugalwife definitely doesn’t want to overspend. She is inclined to go with: http://64.4.8.250/cgi-bin/linkrd?_lang=EN&lah=2076170f1e3cb72f6411d49fa7f27cde&lat=1066383777&hm___action=http%3a%2f%2fwww%2ewalmart%2ecom%2fcatalog%2fproduct%2egsp%3fproduct_id%3d1744744%26amp%3bcat%3d4770%26amp%3btype%3d1%26amp%3bdept%3d4044%26amp%3bpath%3d0%253A4044%253A4064%253A90433%253A4770
That’s some kind of link.
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9/15
I talk to my sister about the sewing problem. She’s really good at that kind of thing. She made the Superwife’s wedding dress. If you saw the pictures you’d be impressed. Anyway, she said that elastic is about the worst thing to sew. When I mention this to the then exasperated Superwife she cut me off and said, “It even does it when I'm sewing cotton!" Translation- "I want a new sewing machine. End of discussion." So we'll probably go to Wally World tonight and her get one.
That will be fine with me- the machine she has was bought used shortly after we were married. She complains it doesn’t keep tension consistently and it breaks the thread. You don’t have to sell me, let’s buy one and get it over with. My middle name is Easy.
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I talk to my sister about the sewing problem. She’s really good at that kind of thing. She made the Superwife’s wedding dress. If you saw the pictures you’d be impressed. Anyway, she said that elastic is about the worst thing to sew. When I mention this to the then exasperated Superwife she cut me off and said, “It even does it when I'm sewing cotton!" Translation- "I want a new sewing machine. End of discussion." So we'll probably go to Wally World tonight and her get one.
That will be fine with me- the machine she has was bought used shortly after we were married. She complains it doesn’t keep tension consistently and it breaks the thread. You don’t have to sell me, let’s buy one and get it over with. My middle name is Easy.
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9/14/03
The Superwife was trying to mend some of her work pants. The elastic in the waist had worn out. She tried to sew new elastic in using her sewing machine. It was not good. It did not work. A very upset Superwife declared, “I need a new sewing machine!”
Alrighty then, let’s go get one. Too simple. I don’t understand the complexities obviously. It is hard for Cheapwife…I’m sorry, “Frugalwife” to live with a guy who thinks if you need something you should just go down to a store and buy it.
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The Superwife was trying to mend some of her work pants. The elastic in the waist had worn out. She tried to sew new elastic in using her sewing machine. It was not good. It did not work. A very upset Superwife declared, “I need a new sewing machine!”
Alrighty then, let’s go get one. Too simple. I don’t understand the complexities obviously. It is hard for Cheapwife…I’m sorry, “Frugalwife” to live with a guy who thinks if you need something you should just go down to a store and buy it.
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I can tell I’m not going to get caught up, it’s just slipping away. Oh well. But here’s some more flashback anyway.
9/13
We drive back to visit my brother and his family. While there he and I go to Wally World, there’s one everywhere you go. Sam Walton still wants your money. He’s dead, but old habits die hard. As we walk to the door I trip over the lip of the sidewalk and fall like a freaking tree.
Being cross-eyed screws up my depth perception. Normally I would never trip over something like that, but I just couldn’t see it. At least if I die from the resulting injuries they have it on tape. That would be about right, I always figured if I won the lottery it would be after I died.
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9/13
We drive back to visit my brother and his family. While there he and I go to Wally World, there’s one everywhere you go. Sam Walton still wants your money. He’s dead, but old habits die hard. As we walk to the door I trip over the lip of the sidewalk and fall like a freaking tree.
Being cross-eyed screws up my depth perception. Normally I would never trip over something like that, but I just couldn’t see it. At least if I die from the resulting injuries they have it on tape. That would be about right, I always figured if I won the lottery it would be after I died.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2003
I haven’t posted in… way too long. There are reasons, but it’s already been so long I’ve forgotten most of them. Such is life, or just getting older. What hasn’t helped is trying to decide how to cover lost ground. Because I want to is why. When I obsess I really obsess.
So I’ve decided to just write something, leave it for the day, then move it to where it should have been posted. Eventually things should kind of fill up. That’s not important to you, and I don’t blame you for not caring. After all, it’s my neurosis, not yours.
I was tired Sunday morning. It was one of those mornings where you just want to stay in bed and sleep. It would be just one Sunday, and God has forgiven bigger things.
God would forgive me, but Superwife, the Holywife, would not. So I arose, it was a poor imitation of the Big One. It’s unlikely that on His resurrection he mumbled “Five more minutes?” but at least I was awake.
Get dressed in something presentable. Brush teeth. Comb hair that’s getting so thin it hardly seems worth the bother. But I do. Then we all pile in the van and away we go at speeds that can get you in trouble. The kids keep an eye peeled for hug-bugs, I keep an eye peeled for the local boys in blue. May I digress? Thank you, I’ll try to keep it short.
People race all kinds of crap. There are car races, bicycle races, motorcycle races, pickup races. Nearly every kind of conveyance built by man is raced. But, to my knowledge, not vans. Why not? Anybody who thinks you can’t race a van hasn’t ridden in one with my wife at the wheel on a Sunday morning. It’s almost a religious experience. Many times I’ve thought I was about to meet God. But He’s always waiting for us at church, so it’s always one more week of grace.
Anyway, back to church. And thanks for indulging me.
Admittedly, I haven’t been getting a lot out of church lately. With my double vision, there are two pastors, it messes with my synching lip movement to the sounds, therefore it can be hard to pay attention. Maybe, if I close my eyes and just focus on the voice it will be more clear. Focus, focus, but it’s not much better. If feels better though. So tired, it feels better. Relax and focus. It feels better….. Nudge.
Uh oh. A nudge can only mean one thing. I was sleeping. A quick peek at the wife- she’s smiling. Then look beyond her at Ms. Pikachu, she’s obviously suppressing a laugh. Hmmm, this can’t be good. I scribble on the bulletin, ‘Did I snore?’ The wife nods and writes, ‘But it wasn’t very loud.’ Uh huh, yeah, right.
It’s all my fault, of course. There’s an Air Force unit with the motto, ‘Anytime, Anywhere.’ They train to have that capability to drop bombs. I developed that capability to sleep. It’s a skill with no value to anyone but myself.
In contrast to a skill which is largely learned, there is the gift which is just there. My most noticeable gift is snoring. It comes from both sides of the family, you could almost say I was bred to snore. It takes little effort to sleep, it takes no effort to snore. It’s like walking around and getting fleas and the plague. Or something like that.
Crap, I can’t believe I fell asleep in church. Gotta know how big my faux paus was. Keep the head down and look around. Can’t be more than…. Thirty, may forty people who could have heard me. Not one of them seems to be looking at me, not one of them is smiling or sneering, or exhibiting any sign of annoyance. All of them are focused on the pastor, none of them are sleeping. Forget judges, the new standard is ‘Sober as a Baptist on Sunday morning.’
My few-seconds nap has me feeling positively high-res. Too bad there’s no way to gauge sleep efficiency. That little snooze would have rated high marks indeed. It’s one junk sport that would never get coverage on ESPN though, too bad. It’s as exciting as lumberjacking and has even less overhead. Hey, run them both at the same time and call it Sawing Wood Squared. Maybe not. Oh well.
After church the drive home is uneventful. No fear. No adrenaline rush. That is not to say it was slow. It never is. The Superwife drives to win. Everybody will be passed, just not as quickly.
We stop at HyVee to eat. Everybody gets Chinese except me. I get meatloaf- a freak in my own family. Not that I’m complaining. Everybody tolerates me pretty well. The Supernurse goes off to work. Ms Pikachu is doing computer drawings. Trainboy and I watch Cartoon Network. We laugh at 'Ed, Edd and Eddie' for a while. Then it’s just him watching. I fell asleep and took a nap.
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So I’ve decided to just write something, leave it for the day, then move it to where it should have been posted. Eventually things should kind of fill up. That’s not important to you, and I don’t blame you for not caring. After all, it’s my neurosis, not yours.
I was tired Sunday morning. It was one of those mornings where you just want to stay in bed and sleep. It would be just one Sunday, and God has forgiven bigger things.
God would forgive me, but Superwife, the Holywife, would not. So I arose, it was a poor imitation of the Big One. It’s unlikely that on His resurrection he mumbled “Five more minutes?” but at least I was awake.
Get dressed in something presentable. Brush teeth. Comb hair that’s getting so thin it hardly seems worth the bother. But I do. Then we all pile in the van and away we go at speeds that can get you in trouble. The kids keep an eye peeled for hug-bugs, I keep an eye peeled for the local boys in blue. May I digress? Thank you, I’ll try to keep it short.
People race all kinds of crap. There are car races, bicycle races, motorcycle races, pickup races. Nearly every kind of conveyance built by man is raced. But, to my knowledge, not vans. Why not? Anybody who thinks you can’t race a van hasn’t ridden in one with my wife at the wheel on a Sunday morning. It’s almost a religious experience. Many times I’ve thought I was about to meet God. But He’s always waiting for us at church, so it’s always one more week of grace.
Anyway, back to church. And thanks for indulging me.
Admittedly, I haven’t been getting a lot out of church lately. With my double vision, there are two pastors, it messes with my synching lip movement to the sounds, therefore it can be hard to pay attention. Maybe, if I close my eyes and just focus on the voice it will be more clear. Focus, focus, but it’s not much better. If feels better though. So tired, it feels better. Relax and focus. It feels better….. Nudge.
Uh oh. A nudge can only mean one thing. I was sleeping. A quick peek at the wife- she’s smiling. Then look beyond her at Ms. Pikachu, she’s obviously suppressing a laugh. Hmmm, this can’t be good. I scribble on the bulletin, ‘Did I snore?’ The wife nods and writes, ‘But it wasn’t very loud.’ Uh huh, yeah, right.
It’s all my fault, of course. There’s an Air Force unit with the motto, ‘Anytime, Anywhere.’ They train to have that capability to drop bombs. I developed that capability to sleep. It’s a skill with no value to anyone but myself.
In contrast to a skill which is largely learned, there is the gift which is just there. My most noticeable gift is snoring. It comes from both sides of the family, you could almost say I was bred to snore. It takes little effort to sleep, it takes no effort to snore. It’s like walking around and getting fleas and the plague. Or something like that.
Crap, I can’t believe I fell asleep in church. Gotta know how big my faux paus was. Keep the head down and look around. Can’t be more than…. Thirty, may forty people who could have heard me. Not one of them seems to be looking at me, not one of them is smiling or sneering, or exhibiting any sign of annoyance. All of them are focused on the pastor, none of them are sleeping. Forget judges, the new standard is ‘Sober as a Baptist on Sunday morning.’
My few-seconds nap has me feeling positively high-res. Too bad there’s no way to gauge sleep efficiency. That little snooze would have rated high marks indeed. It’s one junk sport that would never get coverage on ESPN though, too bad. It’s as exciting as lumberjacking and has even less overhead. Hey, run them both at the same time and call it Sawing Wood Squared. Maybe not. Oh well.
After church the drive home is uneventful. No fear. No adrenaline rush. That is not to say it was slow. It never is. The Superwife drives to win. Everybody will be passed, just not as quickly.
We stop at HyVee to eat. Everybody gets Chinese except me. I get meatloaf- a freak in my own family. Not that I’m complaining. Everybody tolerates me pretty well. The Supernurse goes off to work. Ms Pikachu is doing computer drawings. Trainboy and I watch Cartoon Network. We laugh at 'Ed, Edd and Eddie' for a while. Then it’s just him watching. I fell asleep and took a nap.
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