Wednesday, June 24, 2009

three words i love

Dot with butter.

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So things are going a little better today. I got to the gym, finally scheduled my nose surgery for next week (to clean up the remnants of an old break), and made dinner for the fourth night in a row. Yeah, I realize cooking dinner shouldn't earn me a medal, especially since I'm a stay-at-home mom, but I'm talking a REAL dinner. Not the kind that involves jalapeƱo poppers and mozzarella cheese sticks or frozen burritos (although those bean-rice-cheese ones you buy at Costco are pretty tasty!). Plus, I've been treating my family to homemade desserts (apple pie tonight, in case you hadn't guessed). Anyway, I'm not expecting big things of myself this week. I've got some reading I'd like to catch up on, and that's as ambitious as I want to get.

5 comments:

adrienne said...

Hee. I love those three little words, too.

Suzanne Casamento said...

Okay, it took me forever to get the three little words. Then I realized you probably dot the top of the pie with butter.

Shows how much I bake.

Congratulations on four real dinners and homemade desserts! : )

Ara Burklund said...

Ha! Thanks. : )

Teri Lee said...

Three little words...what's not to love!

With 4 big apple trees on my tiny lot, the boys get mighty tired of apple pie. I usually have to give it away, because *I* never get tired of apple pie! I would eat them all!

You broke your nose? When did this happen?

Ara Burklund said...

FOUR apple trees??? Yum!!! I'll bet they're all established, too. Even though we've been here ten years now, none of our fruit trees produces a huge crop yet (although the burgundy plums and boysenberries are pretty good right now!).

Yeah, I broke my nose five or six years ago. Or, more specifically, Jeremy broke my nose. He accidentally head-butted me in the face. Blood everywhere, my nose was crooked--not too hard to tell it was broken, but I never saw a doctor for it. When I finally went to an ENT last year to deal with my Meniere's issues, he looked inside my nostrils and got after me for not seeking help sooner, since I guess my septum's all smashed to one side. This year, however, we've got better insurance, so I'm finally taking care of it.