Saturday, February 18, 2006

It's Been a Day...

Valentine's Day was wonderful! Henry, Rhiannon and I went to Kwan Court for sushi. It was nice to get to do something as a family. I got Henry that gorilla from Hallmark that looks like he's playing bongoes on his heart. I've always told Henry that he snores like a gorilla, so he loved getting a stuffed gorilla that was wearing boxer shorts much like the ones I got him the first Valentine's Day we were together. I got Rhiannon an adorable little pink stuffed hippo.

The big surprise was the gift Henry gave me. He was spot on this time. Something that He knew for sure that I wanted. He had to go to literally every Kmart in the area to find it. He was out on a shoot in Newton and when he finished, he went to where their Kmart used to be. He didn't know that it had closed. So then he heads back to Wichita and where the Kmart used to be on the East side. It's been closed for just over 2 years. So then he heads to the one out on the West side of town. Nope, they've been sold out of the pendant for a week. He figures out that there's one other Kmart on the far South end of town and drives like a bat straight out of Hades with his backside on fire. They had one left and he almost got into a fight to buy it. So at dinner, he gave a a beautiful card with a sweet pink corset on it and then he pushed a little blue velvet box across the table to be. There it was...the pretty gold and diamond heart-shaped pendant that I had oohed and ahhed over when I would see it on tv. Gifts from Henry are usually a crap-shoot. He tries, he tries almost too hard sometimes. This time, he was spot on!

His birthday was Thursday so we went out for dimsum. He got his duck fix and I got my dumpling and shumai fix, so all was well. I took him out to buy him new hiking boots. His old ones were so worn out that you could literally see the insoles on the bottom of the boots. There was zero tread left. They had been like this for nearly three years and he would not let me do anything about it. He wouldn't buy himself new ones because they were too expensive. So I decided to take things into my own hands and get him what I knew he would never get himself.

So last night, it's flippin' cold 7 degrees...and I really don't want to go out. Besides, Rhiannon was on her way home. So Henry went out to Fetish Friday with our friend Merrie. Before they left, Merrie wanted to cook dinner for us. Very sweet offer, but not so edible. She made us Taco Soup...loaded nine ways to Sunday with icky kidney beans. Now I know that it's come up more than once that I hate kidney beans. Won't eat them. Nope. I hate them with a passion. I hate them more than I hate Brussel Sprouts, which I think taste like dirt. There were so many kidney beans in it that I could not pick them out and have much left. So I pretended to eat. When Rhiannon got home around 8:30, she was hungry. She won't eat kidney beans, either, and the soup was a little too spicey for her. So we waited for Henry and Merrie to leave about 10 and were online ordering pizza from Papa John's. Yes! I was finally going to have something that I wanted! A thin crust, All The Meats, minus the pepperoni and add on beef. I ordered Rhiannon some of their cheese stitcks with extra marinara sauce. I had 3 pieces of pizza left. Henry ate one when he got home at 1 this morning, so that left me 2 for lunch today. Oh no...Spike managed to get to it while I was in the bathroom. He ate the topping off of one piece and was 2/3's of the way through the other piece. I was not a happy camper.

So here I am, achy, cold because our furnace is acting up and not wanting to put out heat, hungry and getting progressively crabbier by the minute. Henry offers to make me Frito Pie. Not that he's ever made Frito Pie before, but he offeres. He thinks that all you do is dump chili on top of Fritoes and call it good. No, it takes chopped onions, lots of shredded cheese, Fritoes and chili, all layered together in a casserole and baked for 45 min to an hour. That's Frito Pie made the way we eat it in West Texas. We don't have enough cheese, because they used most of it on that icky soup last night. And I'm just not in the mood to go out and buy more right now. I'm just not having a good day.

Rhiannon fell asleep in our bed last night while she and I were watching tv. She knew that she was going to have to move to her sleeping bag when her Daddy got home. But noooooo, Henry didn't want to move her, so we had to try and sleep with the little mule. I gave up trying to avoid her kicking and flailing about 6 and just moved to the very edge of the bed. Henry gave up trying to sleep about 8 this morning and went down to the basement to get some work done. Once she had half of the bed to herself, Rhiannon stopped wiggling and kicking.

So I'm having an exceptionally bad day. I'm a major crab apple today. So if I snap at anyone, please know that it's not personal. I've just had a crappy day so far and it's not getting any better. Maybe it will get better later. I hope it gets better. If not, this weekend is shot to hell. Maybe I'll be able to get some stitching in later.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Stella's Got Her Groove Back!

And all I can say is that it's about flippin' time! Never will there be a year that passes like the last one. I don't care what my pain level is. I think I'm gonna go back and snuggle up with my hubby. *grins*

There's something to be said for sending the small person to the grandparent's house for the weekend. We've got a great bottle of champagne and some pear nectar. We may come up for air this weekend, we may not. If you haven't heard from us by Sunday evening, send in the rescue party!

Friday, February 10, 2006

It's Mini-Rant Time

Okay, this will mean diddly to most people, but I just have to do it. ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH! Why is it that people insist on spelling the words 'definite' and 'definitely' as 'definate' and 'definately'????? There is no such word as 'definate'! Then there are the ones who think that 'alot' is actually a word. NO, it's not! It is TWO words: A LOT. 'ALOT' is an acronym that does not share a meaning with the phrase 'a lot'. I promise. Look it up on (one of my favourite sites as it also has a nice thesaurus, as well).

Mini-rant over. Next post will be much nice. Promise.