Some thoughts: one, I took care of the silly phone calls—left a message clearly asserting that I did own the phone number they were calling and that I wished them not to call. Not a peep heard since.
Two, I got the all new joy of cooking for my Once-in-a-Lifetime-Golden-Birthday from my parents and I am loving it. I am looking forward to cooking with it for DV many years to come.
Three, I am not able to blog much of late, as a few people have commented to me—the holidays have been so incredibly busy and since I have been back I Ottawa the wireless I was ‘borrowing’ has not been available and so I am not online much. However, this is not always such a bad thing, but it does add a bit of an inconvenience to accomplishing certain things, such as blogging.
Four, I had my Christmas this weekend. The vigil was very beautiful; as was the service this morning; the singing was first rate and it felt very good and intimate as a church family. I am always amazed at the community that I have found here and how some of my new friends really love me so abundantly.
To me "The Joy of Cooking" is ordering out. I'm glad you're enjoying your gift, though. My mom once bought me a cookbook and inscribed in the front cover: "Stacy, You need all the help you can get. Love, Mom." I'm a bit notorious for poor cooking skills.
ReplyDeleteOnce, when I worked at a group home, I had a reputation for setting off the smoke alarms. My fellow staff thought they were safe from the alarms for a few days when I went home for the weekend for my birthday. While at home I decided to impress my parents with my new cooking skills by providing them with breakfast in bed. While I was cooking breakfast the phone rang and it was all of my co-workers on a conference phone calling to wish me a happy birthday. However, they couldn't hear me and I couldn't hear them because of the smoke alarm going off in the background. My parents were also running into the kitchen with robes flying and all in a frenzy as they were yelling to try and figure out what was going on. Trust me, I never heard the end of it. And my mom banned me from the kitchen.