when will the injustice end?

I was loading the dishwasher on Friday and had "The View" on the TV in the family room. I heard Elisabeth and Rosie say they were making Buckeyes. Oh, Buckeyes. These are delicious sweets that consist of peanut butter balls coated in chocolate. They are so tasty and just about any school party featured a tray of them made by some classmate's mom and gorged upon by the kids. I have made them in Arizona and taken them to gatherings here in California where they are relatively unknown (or known by other Ohio transplants) to great acclaim. They're easy and fun to make. I was tickled that they were being made on a national TV show.

Except they were made all wrong. Oh, so wrong. The peanut butter balls should be peanut butter, melted butter, and confectioner's sugar. Elisabeth added Rice Krispies. Mistake number one. But, that error paled in comparison to what was to come.

Buckeyes are supposed to resemble buckeyes -- a glossy brown nut with a small inner circle of light brown. When made correctly, you coat the peanut butter balls and leave some of that filling peeking out. You know, so it looks like the actual nut. On the show, they just coated the entire thing, which just gives you a chocolate-coated peanut butter ball. Which tastes the same, but doesn't look right.

People, I may have gone completely insane because I almost lost it over a cooking segment on a morning talk show.

Even better though, is that Archie is watching a BBC show where a specific Rush song was mentioned. Then that song was identified by album title and track. Which then prompted Archie to pause the recording and exclaim that the song was on a completely different album and this was a horrible, grievous error.

At least I have some company in my insanity.

change of scene

I'm just posting this because Archie told me this morning he was sad to see the "oh, we lost and I'm so sad" stuff just sitting there. It's almost like he thought I was still in some downward spiral over the loss. Which is completely false. I was upset on Monday, but I bounced back. It is just a game, after all.

So, this one's for you, sweetie.

at least our band is better

I hate Florida. I hope the entire team gets stuck behind some snowbirds at the ATM tonight, thus curtailing their celebrations. Yeah, I'm hard like that.

crap.

I hate Florida. C'mon Bucks! Let's go!

back to reality

Archie was home from the Wednesday before Christmas to yesterday. Almost 2 weeks of tag-team parenting (or, at least, another adult in the house to rely on in toilet-overflow or general meltdown situations). The twins go back to school on Thursday and that will be a good day -- the nice behavior (because I know Santa's phone number, heh) and sisterly holiday cheer has evaporated. The tail-end of vacations is always a pain. We'll got through it -- we always do.

What with shopping and celebrating and more after-Christmas shopping (thanks to money and gift certificates) and Archie taking a day to game with his friends, I haven't found the time to use my own windfalls of cash and certificates. I am in desperate need of a haircut. The house looks like it's been ransacked -- which it kind of has, except by 3 little girls, not criminals. The tree needs to be un-decorated and taken to the curb. There are piles of laundry and my side of the bed has become an even messier place.

I guess it's time to step up and get some work done.

(In good news, USC beat the Team I Can Never Cheer For, Even Though They Are A Big Ten Team. And, during the Wisconsin game, an announcer said something about the opposing team touching badgers and that still cracks me up. It sounds vaguely dirty.)