Monday, May 23, 2011

Monday morning and I am not in purgatory, as originally expected.

This morning I took the bus to work because it was raining. The back half of the bus was jammers with school kids being loud and obnoxious which, as I seem to recall, is exactly what teenagers do on the bus. However it made conditions on the bus sort of grody - noisy, humid, smelly, and crowded.  

Usually I get on the bus and there are about five other passengers, so you can't blame me for thinking "oh sh*t, so THIS is purgatory! I didn't make the rapture. F*ck!" 

Because being stuck on a noisy, humid, smelly, and crowded bus full of teenagers is exactly what I imagine purgatory to be. 

However, I managed to get off the bus at the right stop and when I got to work, look what a co-worker brought in:


Doughboy Donuts. 

Purgatory averted.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day to La Maman!!!

Come to think about it, I am really lucky to have La Maman that I do. Seriously, she is the bomb.

When Dad was traveling for work, which he would do for long stretches at a time, La Maman had to be Le Papa also and she did it with aplomb.

Once, when I was really in the throes of Laura Ingalls-itis, La Maman took my sister and I to Edaville Railroad in Carver to go fishing. I seem to remember we took the little train to the "Fishing Area" and La Maman rented us all the appropriate gear, namely a rod and  couple of dirty worms. Quite calmly she jammed a worm on a hook and we cast the line as well as we could for a couple of novices. I was totally in awe even if there was no chance of us catching anything in four inches of water. She had hooked the worm, with her BARE HANDS just to give us a chance to go fishin'.

My mother was not like the other mothers I knew: French, gorgeous, smart, and independent, she never catered to my whims of sameness. I got homemade lunches - sandwiches on bread she made weekly, rather than on store bought bread. Our underthings came from France in brown paper wrapped parcels, all Petit Bateau before it was de rigeur. She never wanted to do the things that everyone else was doing, she did what she wanted to do.

In short, she was the most annoying Mom to have as a kid trying to fit it, but the absolute best kind of Mom to teach a girl how to be a strong, independent woman.

La Maman, j'adore! Thank you for being my mother, not my friend, when I was a kid, and for now being my mother AND my friend. You are a wonderful human being and the world is better for having you in it.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Super fast lunch

I took the day off today to get some stuff done and one of those things was tiling the master bathroom floor.

Great day in the morning, tiling is HARD!!!

Anyway, I didn't want to break for lunch for too long or I would have abandoned the dumb thing. So I emptied a can of chickpeas in to a pan of hot olive oil and sauteed them with basil and garlic.

Then I tossed the whole thing with a little cheese, and done.


OMFG so delicious!!!!