Today is Girl's Wednesday. It's the day at work where the boys don't come in because they work longer hours the rest of the week. So we talk about all kinds of girl things that we can't talk about when the boys are here. Last week when the tornado hit we went wedding dress shopping. Two weeks before that we talked about periods. Oh, the joys of being girls only.
Last night my mother in law, sister in law and niece came over for dinner. My mother in law recently moved to Colorado so it was nice to see her. Ross had to work late and his sister was late too so for awhile it was just me and my other mom. It was fun :) I made homeade spaghetti and it was wonderful. I'm going to make it a secret family recipe. However I worry that the next time I make it, it'll even be a secret to me because I was just tossing stuff in the pot. It was like instinct. That's how I cook. It's weird. I get in this creative zone and start throwing spices together. I treat cooking like I treat art but more wild.
My niece is 2 and she wanted me to paint her nails. She kept pointing to a nail and saying "that one?" I got both feet and one hand done before she was finished. I asked if she wanted me to to her right hand and she said no. Then she had me put cuticle oil on her toes. It was too cute. The best part was she only got messy during dinner and didn't spend the rest of the evening leaving food all over my house. Regardless, I can't wait to go home and clean my house. I'm a total germ-o-phobe. I'm thinking about all the stuff on my kitchen floor right now and all I want to do is wash it. It makes me happy to think about how clean and nice it will be when I'm done.
I'm so weird.
I also hate anything sticky. Really, really hate it. This creates a problem for me because children are generally sticky. I'm probably going to wash my kids in sanitizer when I have them.
Case in point for me being a germ-o-phobe: my boss was just complaining because she set her bagel down on her desk and now it tastes funny. I couldn't believe she set food on her desk!!! I asked her if she had any idea how dirty and nasty her desk is. EWWWW!!!!! I never set food on surfaces. I have a hard time setting food on my own kitchen counters and I know that those are clean. I always use cutting boards, cutting mats, etc. I always think in the back of my head "well what if the cat walked on here during the night? What if I didn't get all of those raw eggs cleaned up the other day? What if Ross forgot to wash the counter when it was his turn to do the dishes? He never uses hot enough water!" See, to me unless you're using a ton of soap and water that's nearly boiling, it won't get clean. And Ross does neither. It drives me nuts. He doesn't think it matters.
The thing is, I know I'm right about the hot water/tons of soap. When I worked at Panera Bread (for 7 years I might add) I was the safety inspector for our store. This included food safety. I went to classes and seminars learning things about germs and food safety. I was already kind of a germ-o-phobe and this job filled me with more information than I needed to know to fill me with more obsessive cleaning procedures. There's a common myth that most people get food poisining from restaurants. WRONG. Most people get it from their own kitchens. Simple things like using the same spoon to sir raw meat, then using it to serve the cooked meat. Not washing your hands after handling raw eggs or chicken. And I mean EVERY TIME. Every time you touch something that has come near that raw chicken you have to wash your hands. Even if it seems stupid. And everything has to be cooked to an internal temperature of 140 degrees. Food danger zone is 40-140F.
Okay I will stop preaching now. (Mentally removes herself from the Food Safety Soapbox).
Maybe tonight I will get to write. I've been thinking about my Florida story, but the only part I'm excited about is dealing with my main character and her issues with jealousy. It leaves me wondering if (the few baseball dance teams that exist) go to spring training? If they don't, that throws a wrench in my plan. I don't know how I can find this out, either. There is so little information about baseball dance teams.
I was also thinking about my Three Lakes story and another story I'm writing for my St. Paul Suburbs series. But I can't say much about those. It's not rated for this blog. Let's just say it's about a boy and his issues. :) I don't know what to do with my main character for the Suburbs series either. She's having a total identity crisis where one minute she's this in-your-face sex crazed vixen and the next minute she's the shy virginal girl next door. That just doesn't work for me. I need to figure out who she is. Maybe she's got split-personality disorder. When I started writing the story she was the shy girl. But as I started writing and going with the flow she turned into the vixen girl. It wasn't what I wanted her to be! Grrr....
I thought of a possible solution though. What if she's also living inside her head, doing things she WANTS to do? Inside her head she could be the vixen girl, but on the outside she's the shy girl. All the scenes I've written so far--holy crap I'm getting really excited here--where she's vixen can be taking place inside her head!!!
OOOO!! I love it!!! YEEESSS!!!
Thanks blog, for helping me work that out.
Until tomorrow...
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