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My One True Life by wayward heart
October 2012
1Sticker Shock
3A Novel Cookbook
5Beam Me Up, Scotty
6Welcome To Saturday
7 An Offer I Couldn't Refuse And A Sunday Serenade
9Babbling About Nothing Much
10Quote Du Jour
13Matinee And Messages
14 A Hawk In Suburbia?
19Staff Training Day
20Quote Du Jour
21A Clean House Is A Thing Of Beauty (& exhaustion!)
22Mum's The Word
23Better Than Prunes, Cranky Pants
25Are You SURE It's October?!
26Tea Party Preparations
28Tea Party Review
29Awaiting the Storm
30Weathering The Storm

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Better Than Prunes, Cranky Pants
October 23, 2012

As beautiful as yesterday's weather was, today was the exact opposite. It was rainy, raw, chilly. A good day to stay in bed. When the radio came on this morning, I couldn't believe it was time to get up, it was so damn dark outside.

Didn't help that I'd been in the middle of a bad dream. Mom, Dad, and I were staying in a hotel. We had to see an attorney about my divorce. Our appointment was in the afternoon. In the morning, I came back to my hotel room from having breakfast, and found Rat Bastard making himself at home in the room. I was incensed. I went and told Dad. He went to have words with Rat Bastard, and I went to call Security.

Later, Mom and I were at the library (which in my dream was an enormous multi-building complex). I was trying to find Elissa to tell her I wouldn't be at work that afternoon because of the divorce hearing. I never did find her to tell her, though, cause that's when the alarm went off.

I do remember that in the dream, although I was seeing a lawyer (or maybe a judge?), I was already divorced....but something had to be finalized or legalized or something. Very weird.

I woke up out of sorts and anxious...the way I was feeling in the dream. NOT the best start to the day. Took a while to shake the feeling and remind myself that it was ONLY a dream, and that I've been divorced for 6 years, and he's not coming back to haunt me!

(the one and only good thing about the dream was that my Dad was there. I always feel good when my Dad's in my dreams)

Anyway, apparently I wasn't the only one who woke up on the wrong side of the crypt this morning. We had several CrankyPants in the Discovery Room. No temper tantrums, thankfully, just a few whingy, clingy, miserable moody kids. I think it's the weather.

A little girl (about 2) pooped in her diaper, just as she and her mom were planning to leave. "I don't know what it is about libraries", her mother said. "But she always goes when we're in the library. We were in a different library yesterday, and she pooped there, too."

I laughed, and said to the Mom, "Well, now you know what to do if she's ever constipated! We're better than prunes!"

When I got home from work tonight, I made some dinner (mashed potatoes, broccoli, and the barbecued pork I defrosted), cleaned up, and then decided to go ahead and make the pimiento cheese spread and the clotted cream for Saturday's tea party.

I got email from Georgette, too. She's bringing a couple kinds of tea, pumpkin bread (one loaf with raisins, one without), which she says is more breadlike and less sweet than most pumpkin breads, some unbaked turnip and sweet potato scones, AND some mini chocolate cookies with chocolate peanut butter frosting!

I'm really glad about the cookies (even though they're similar to the witches' hats cookies I'm making). I was planning to run to Price Rite Friday morning to buy some mini-cupcakes to round out the desserts, but now I don't have to! Hooray! We'll have pumpkin cheesecake, the hat cookies, and Georgette's chocolate peanut butter cookies. That should cover sweets.

I'm not sure if she's coming Thurs night or Fri morning. I left it up to her. I need to call Patti and find out when I can borrow her black mugs and the serving dishes. Can't believe the tea party is THIS Saturday! I'm kind of excited about it. I think it's going to be a lot of fun. (even for me!)

I told Mom about Lois' coming for Thanksgiving. Surprisingly, she took it very well. Didn't say anything negative at all! It's all good.

And now it's almost tea and cookie time, so I will close here.
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