Things that make you scratch your head

This morning, I was throwing the load of laundry into the drier (dryer?) and something dropped on my foot. Because I am consumed with being efficient, I did not stop to check it out until I had loaded all of the clothes from the washing machine. When what did my wondering eyes should appear, but this:

Laundry Supplies...

So, can you see what that is? Yes, it’s a piece of beef (Milanesa cut) from dinner last night.  It was the yuck part – with a chunk of fat that was supposed to go in the trash but somehow made its way in either a napkin, towel or placemat. Um, yuck.

I am quite proud of myself for not throwing up when I realized I washed meat. I almost became a vegetarian this morning. I will, however, forget it all the next time I smell a cheeseburger. That’s the truth.

The past two weeks have been crazy busy. Mr Darcy and I went to a conference up in the DFW area. It was awesome. We are refreshed and didn’t realize how much refreshing we needed until we were on the plane home. It was good – better than good to be alone with him. We were able to see some beautiful friends and family and I even got a power lunch with my sister and my sweet nephews! We also had dinner with Mr Darcy’s sister (who really is my sister, too!) and her hubby but we totally forgot to get any pictures! Nuts!

Me and She (and two of the four)

4 boys and the auntie that introduced them to soft drinks

While we were away, my precious Mom drove down here and watched the boys for us. They had a great time. They like Grandma rules. They painted, they went to the museum, they ate, they baked. When we returned, (after a longish flight delay in San Antonio), we had Charro Days.

Lest you start thinking, “coochie- coochie Charro”, this is an entirely different ball of wax. Charro Days is the festival our city has each year to celebrate the special relationship we have with Matamoros, Mexico. Um, right now our special relationship is “please keep your grenades pinned and your gun chambers emptied.” It’s really scary over there and “over there” is 5 minutes down the road. In any case, we have three days of parades and more. Our church had a food booth and Mom and I worked it. For three days, we made corn dogs, funnel cakes, nachos (con jalepanos y no), raspas (snow cones) and more. We were exhausted, but we had a blast. Mom left the day after it was over (maybe she ran away?) and we have slowly been trying to get back on course over here since.

So, that’s it. No new recipes, no new tips and techniques. Just me, trying to get the laundry done and finding squeaky clean meat in the darks load.

This is my life. I am living the dream



PS. If you have loved ones and you have access to a video recorder. Tape them. Let yourself get lost in listening to them talk in their normal way with their regular mannerisms. What a blessing this is! Yesterday, I found a recording from a couple of years ago of my sweet Mother-in-Love. Oh, how I needed to hear her voice! I cried while I smiled. I will be better about recording. This I know. ~J


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Martha Benavides
    Mar 04, 2011 @ 14:51:54

    I know what you mean about video recording. Derek actually just ordered a camcorder mount for the dash board on our vehicle. He is going to start recording this thought and advise for Diego while he drives because thats the time when he is trully alone and can talk about anything.

    I am glad you found those videos. We are working on converting our VHS tapes of my mother-in-law to DVDS.


    • Janna
      Mar 12, 2011 @ 22:35:29

      Martha –

      What a great idea for Derek!

      I am working on converting our old videos as well. I am trying to find someone who has an older VHS camera so I can transfer them somehow.



  2. Erin
    Mar 04, 2011 @ 18:49:22

    Wish we were having a power lunch again soon!


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