Thursday, March 10, 2011

good things.

I must seriously seem bi-polar lately. One minute I'm gushing over how grateful I am to have wonderful people in my life and yadda yadda. The next minute I'm know desperately down in the dumps. I don't think I'm bi-polar. I think I'm hormonal. Third trimester, you know. Anyway, I've decided to be positive today. Even though it's rainy. That's really something for me. You have no idea.

Anyway, some good things. In no particular order.

1. If you want to make my daughter love you, make her scrambled eggs. If you want her to be your slave for life, make her bacon, too. I didn't make her bacon, but I offered to make her eggs this morning, and she practically leaped out of bed. For the record, I would probably make her eggs more often, but she would literally sit and eat half a dozen eggs if I'd let her, and she is seriously unhappy without three eggs worth of yellow fluffiness. I worry about her cholesterol if I encourage a three-egg-a-day habit. So, eggs for Little Ouiser.

2. Mellie Mellie is coming home a day early this week because she has an eye appointment tomorrow. That means that I'll likely get to sit and have coffee with her and chitchat tomorrow afternoon. It makes my heart so happy.

3. If that weren't enough, C is coming tomorrow night on her way to G's shower in Memphis. My two favorite women in one day. Glorious. I think I'll finally make PW's Cherry Cake Pudding.

4. Pepcid...with a prescription. I mentioned this on Facebook, but my life has so drastically improved in the last three days, that this little miracle pill deserves two shout-outs. Even with Zantac, my heartburn had gotten insanely out of control. I had noticed long ago that my trouble breathing becomes exponentially worse when I'm stressed. I had not put two-and-two together, though, and realized that the constant searing pain from my chest up through my esophagus was causing stress. Duh. Anyway, now that the heartburn is under control, breathing is coming a lot easier, too. And...And!! My doctor told me that it's totally okay to take two Tylenol before bed every single night for the next two months if it helps me sleep through my joint pain. So, hello. Mama's been getting some real sleep the past couple of days. It's miraculous.

5. S helped me make Stuffed Pizza Rolls for dinner last night. We filled them with ham, pineapple, and mozzarella. They were good. She loved them, M loved them, I thought they were pretty darn tasty. And, get this...the whole time we were putting the toppings onto the little squares, I was just dreaming of possibilities. Roast beef, provolone, and roasted red pepper. Diced tomatoes, fresh basil, and mozzarella. Goat cheese, roasted red pepper, and prosciutto. Brie and apple and cranberries. You name it, I want to wrap it in homemade dough, bake it, and devour it. Especially if there are soft cheeses involved. I've almost reached a breaking point in my desperate desire for Brie.

6. I am not so naive as to think that everyone has experienced knee-buckling, gut-wrenching falling in love. Not everyone knows to the very microscopic center of their being that they are with the person that they're supposed to be with. And that's okay. To each his own. But I'm lucky. Mr. Ouiser is my other half. I know it every single day. I just don't always think about it. Today I'm thinking about it because I just finished PW's book. So, if you want to remember what it was like to fall head over heels in love, or if you just want to read about it, you should procure yourself a copy of that book. It's funny how Marlboro Man is so, so nothing like Mr. Ouiser. He's an honest to God cowboy for crying out loud. M is a cartographer. But there's something about the relationship between PW and Marlboro Man that is the same. Maybe it's the way that everything just clicked from the beginning. Maybe it's finding out that I'm not the only person who thought of marrying their future husband within a couple of weeks. Maybe it's knowing that there are men out there who don't play head that will just let you know that they love you and will be there for you and take care of you forever and ever...and be great dads...great human beings, really. It probably doesn't hurt the comparison that M and Marlboro Man both get up for work before the sun rises. The difference being that M puts on chinos and button downs and nice sweaters while Marlboro Man puts on Wranglers and chaps. As I said before, to each his own. Anyway, read the book. Love your husband or wife or whoever.
7. That's enough for one day.


Angie said...

Hey - you can eat the Brie as long as it's made with pasteurized milk! (which a lot of it is) The soft cheese rule is just because a lot of them used to be made with unpasteurized milk. Check labels and eat! :)

Strongmama said...

especially if you are baking it! No problemo!

Paper Bird and Little Fairy said...

pizza rolls? yum.


die Frau said...

I feel so blessed to respond that I know exactly how you feel about your husband.

Glad the heartburn has abated!

Wonderland said...

Mrs. Frau said that just right. I'm so glad for all of us. xoxoxox