Catching Up

Last week Neal was out of town for work. Thankfully my mom was hear to help but I was still not able to get into the normal groove for the week. One of the things that fell to the wayside was reading/writing blogs and emails. I have a ton of emails currently in my in box that need addressing - for the most part they need reading as well. So if you have been waiting on me, "Sorry!" I am currently working on it.

As for food, well this week things are pretty boring but last week I cooked something new that was extremely easy and very tasty. It was Grilled Portobello-Goat Cheese Pitas. Yes it was girly food but it was just me and my mom. I made it again for lunch on Saturday for Neal and me and while he did not want to admit it he liked it as well. Would he be willing to eat it on a regular basis? Probably not but he had to admit that it was pretty tasty. And one more thought about it, I used feta instead of goat cheese.

Now a quick story from today...or maybe it should be considered a glimpse into my sick head. First though let me digress and say that Neal complains all the time and says I get the biggest laughs out of his peril. As much as I hate to admit it, he is right. When he gets in an awkward situation or something bad - but not too bad - happens to him I somehow always manage to find it funny. Now back to the story, about a month ago I let the children pick out some new boxers for Neal; they chose the ones with sports stuff all over them - basketball stuff, golf stuff, etc. Well what no one was expecting was for Dean to be fired up about them as much as he is. If Dean happens to come in before Neal gets his pants on while wearing his new sporty boxers, Dean starts pointing and yells (multiple times mind you), "Balls! Balls! Look balls!" (or something of that nature). Every time I can't help it, I laugh; it doesn't matter where in the house I am, I laugh. Today as I was folding clothes I saw them and laughed in anticipation for what is to come. I need help I know.