traditional roles be damned!!

It may come as a surprise to some people that i am not a fantastic house keeper/cook. i know i know, most of you believe that i can do everything flawlessly but alas i must squash that heartfelt assumption. i often forget when i am cooking and therefore burn or other forms of ruining the food. And i don't have a lot of recipes under my belt so i'm often trying new ones out or experimenting and those are scary. i also believe that you must be home a certain amount of hours a day to keep a clean house and i'm not so i'm giving myself a freebie on that one. Plus i was raised not to clean on sundays so i never do, though going to the store and watching tv i now have no problem doing... funny.
So it happens the other night when david is at the house that he decides not to wait on my rush to make a disgusting dinner when i remember i'm hungry and then the inevitable bowl of cereal i will consume instead. Instead he becomes proactive and decides to make himself a dinner and asks me if i want some. This kid pulls out a marinated steak, sliced zucchini in balsamic vinegar, baked asparagus and a baked potato. It was ridiculously good. So as a way of complimenting i told him, "david! i think you are a better cook than i am!" and instead of being humbled to tears by my amazing compliment he instead says."Yeah, i've known that for a while..."
We now have a new house cook, though his humility might need some work. maybe cleaning the house will help him find that...

One way i'm proud of my daughter

i have a three year old and for those of you who have heard of the terrible twos, the reason you haven't heard anything about three year olds is that people can't say it without cursing. My little bug has been really good at being three, she could make a career out of it and i sometimes would gladly sign a contract to sell her to some agency or studio.
However, this summer i was lucky enough to score a job working with my ten year old autistic nephew. N, as i will call him, has a very severe form and cannot talk, among other things, and so it is very hard to communicate. My little bug has had a hard time figuring out how to deal with N's physical way of communicating. Most people do, he hits and scratches when he is upset, or excited, or tired. My little bug started out just dealing with it, but that quickly got old so she started hitting back. Then she went a little on the aggressive and would wind up and swing at the slightest movement towards her so we had to nip that in the bud. So now when he gets that way she will simply grab onto the offending hand, or both if he is really going at her, and gently lead him to me so he can sign sorry to her. i was thrilled at her problem solving and the sweet way that she dealt with the situation. I wish i could take credit for it, but she long ago proved that she is beyond my bounds of teaching.

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I am a four cheese pizza. Today i was grocery shopping with david and we picked up some frozen pizza and he chose the spicy chicken combination pizza and i chose the four cheese pizza and sadly enough my first thought was wow, these choices are exactly the kind of person we are. i don't know why i insist on being so cheesy and metaphorical but i'm good at it so i'll stick with it(hmm, the amount of cheese puns i forsee in this post is disturbing, i'm asking in advance for forgiveness).

So what does it mean to be a four cheese pizza? Good question, i don't really know. But i don't see myself as someone who takes a ton of risks, and who can go wrong with cheese? i usually appeal to the majority of taste pallets, and even those who can't digest me still try. i'm fine with being the compromise that people make when they can't agree on what they really want.

So say it loud and say it proud my fellow cheese pizza lovers! i'm here to stay. Besides, apparently cheese pizza people make really cute babies, inspite of the child's doubtless cheesiness.