ANYWAY, you might have noticed that I've been a little absent on the review front. This past week has been crazy. For the first few days I had this horrible sinus thing going on where my lymph nodes were all swollen and sore and I pretty much spent all of my time whining and feeling like I had been run over by a large truck. I hate when my sinuses get clogged and icky and junk because then I get that brain fuzz stuff and I can't concentrate on anything for a long period of time. Which is why I can't remember exactly which night it was that I made this chicken noodle soup. I remember it was good though and that there is still some in the fridge calling my name for lunch today.
The above picture is just to let you know how crazy I now am about this whole blogging thing. If you could have seen the look on the hubby's face when, in the middle of feeling craptacular, I took the time to set my dinner like this and take a picture of my soup, just for blogging purposes, you would be wondering how it is that I'm sitting here and not locked up in a nut house with people examining me through a tiny glass window. (BTW- I am so glad that my blog is not being reviewed by that Gourmet lady Tammie was talking about on her blog the other day, because if you haven't noticed, I am all about some run-on sentences. I suck at punctuation, and I'm dyslexic so sometimes even spell check can't help me... this blog is certainly NOT for grammar junkies.)
Anyway, we had promised the B that after preschool on Tuesday, we would all go to the fair. I'd like to point out that we promised this because I forgot that I had invited Hobs out for dinner before he had to travel up to B-ham for his bone marrow transplant (we are all VERY anxious and nervous about the whole deal); where he will have to stay pretty much throughout the entire holiday season. And of course, it was RAINING buckets when we all woke up tuesday morning. The rain had pretty much cleared up by that afternoon, leaving everything feeling sort of damp and muggy... kinda like when you pull a shirt of the dryer that hasn't QUITE finished drying yet and it's all warm and soggy and stuff? Yeah... like that.
So we had dinner with Hobs and wished him all the luck and love we could muster and then took the kids to the fair. I get excited about the fair EVERY year. It never fails.. and then we go and we give them our life's savings and EVERY year, I'm highly disappointed.
There's the waiting in line and being in the crowds. And no matter how hard I shield I always end up getting anxious and feeling like I'm being attacked: "That person is sad, That person is angry, That person is worried, This one is anxious, That one is sick...etc"
The rides are always dingy and dirty and scary looking and make noises that I'm SURE they aren't supposed to, and then I get all worried that I actually let my kid RIDE it.
There's the games where "everyone is a winner" only you find out AFTER you play that the prizes aren't the ones on display but the TINY ones jammed into a box you didn't even see before and all you can think is: "I can't believe I let my kid TOUCH that thing for a 2 inch bear!!!! I pretty much just paid them to give my kid GERMS!!!"
Wednesday, we tried to play catch up on all of the laundry and dishes, and vacuuming and house stuff. Then I had to make snacks for B's halloween class party. I did this homemade cheddar chex mix type stuff which immediately required extra batches to be made: One for us, and one giant gallon zip lock bag full for Hobs to bring with him. Afterwards we carved pumpkins.
Aside from all the feeling like crap, the running around, the fair, the pumpkin carving, the trying to reassure Hobs and ourselves, and so forth I've also been trying to catch up on all of the mail I'm trying to get out. If you are awaiting a package from me, just be a little patient, it probably won't get mailed until monday. I've also had to finish up Mister's and B's halloween costumes, and I have two bags and a dress to sew that I'm actually getting PAID for. Wow!