Thursday, August 28, 2008

Another big day...

The most wonderful day of the year (did I say that already?). It's the first game of the college football season. Holy heckfire! I'm so excited I can't even deal with myself. I'm so excited that I forgot a day this week in my pseudo-menu plan (only a suggestion, not really a menu). Actually that might be because I"m still really sick and have been for almost a week now. A lesser (read smarter) person would probably have been to the doctor by now, but since I'm pretty sure it's just a cold and there's nothing a doctor can do for a cold, I'm riding it out.

Less than 12 hours from now, my ass will be firmly planted in front of ESPN enjoying I don't even care who playing football. Yay! Actually, I do have a connection to this teams playinig this evening. NC State is ACC, which according to my grandmother makes them the team I need to cheer on. She's a major sports fan - I mean, seriously. But most especially Maryland basketball. Which transfers easily to Maryland football. So her rule is Maryland, then anyone in the ACC (if it's two ACC teams, whoever's playing Duke - which in football isn't even fair).

BUT the other team is South Carolina, where my BIL (who lives with us now) got his master's and PH. D. from. So I should cheer them on, since the connection's a little closer (as in sitting on the other end of the sofa). But I don't even care. It's football! Football's back!

Monday, August 25, 2008

It's that day...

The most wonderful day of the year. Well, not really for me. I'm not one of those people who's anxious to send her kids off to school. I'm jealous that their teachers get to spend so much time with them. I miss them already and they've been gone for an hour. Miss G started kindergarten today. I can't wait to hear how her day goes. She's a school-type, if you know what I mean. She just loves everything about it. Mr. T struggles a bit more - he's very smart, but sort of socially behind a bit. He gets better all the time, though.

So a new school for them and Tom, who's teaching general music this year (he hates that). I hope we all find a way to make it in our new life here. The change from suburban to rural small town is probably hardest on me, since I'm a suburb girl born and bred. The kids have known the farm since they were born, at least on visits. Tom grew up here, so it sort of works for him, even if in part he's grown a little too sophisticated in some ways. He still retains the small town farm boy inside, though, just with an orchestral exterior.

This day is probably hardest on one little person in particular - Miss S, who is losing her playmates. I'm planning to put her in a gymnastics class or something so she meets some friends and gets out a bit, but the fall parks and rec book isn't out yet, so that will have to wait a while still.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Homemade Peanut Butter Ice Cream Recipe

Homemade Peanut Butter Ice Cream Recipe

Testing this recipe this afternoon. So far this summer, I've made Lemon Gelato and Key Lime Ice Cream. I wasn't a fan of either one. My brother-in-law loved them both. They each required a cooked custard base and lots of lemon and lime juice. I squeezed them all fresh.

I've been thinking how good Peanut butter ice cream would be, but the primary purpose of peanut butter in my house is sandwich fodder. But today I bought the big tub of it and I'm making ice cream. And probably brownies later to eat with the ice cream. Got to end summer right.

UPDATE: The ice cream was seriously good. Like peanut butter fudge and ice cream met and fell in love and got married and had a tasty little baby.

The joys of moving...

Yeah, not so joyful. It's kind of a long story, but we're moving to DH's family's farm, into a farmhouse that his grandparents (now deceased) used to own that was inherited by my FIL. But it's full - I mean, full - of antique furniture that my grandmother-in-law had collected over the years. Most of that has been moved into a storage unit, but we're really only just starting to feel like we live here.

The kids start at their new school next week and I'm at once nervous and excited. In some ways, I'm just happy to be getting on with things. That's how I've felt for months now. We're unable to do everything we want to do when we want to do it, so it's just been a lot of frustration. I'm sure it's silly of me, but I just want school to start so we can settle into a routine. Silly because so often we pin high hopes on an event that just doesn't ever live up to our expectations.

In less than one week, I'll have just two kids home with me, only one of whom can do anything, so it will be like having one kid for the most part. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to entertain her all day long, but we'll make it.