Don't Pass the Sp-ork-ghetti.

The speed of life is blinding at times. As a kid I remember how slow things moved, how time seemed to go on forever. The older I get though, the faster things pass by. Why is that? Is it simply that our jobs have multiplied as grown ups, that there is so much more taking up our time? MJB is here for the next day and a half still, and then back to working out of town. I wish I could just slow down time, and really soak up the feeling of having him here, because before I know it he'll be on the road and gone for another 10 days or so.

As much as I love to cook I don't think I am all that good at it. This one time, I made MJB pasta with tomato sauce and ham chunks, he couldn't even get one bite down, he and his friends named it "sp-ork-ghetti", gross I know, but I learned my lesson. I never follow recipes and I think that maybe I should, for a while anyway, to get some of the basics figured out. So this next week and a bit while he is gone I am going try a few recipes. Test them out on myself and the kids, and really wow him when he gets back the next time. I hope!

The power went out yesterday and my kids were dumbfounded. They have no concept of how that can be possible, it was really cute to see the expression on Hunny's face, just genuinely lost. I was kind of excited. I like the simplicity of life without elecricity, we lit some candles, cracked a cold beer, and were about to break out a board game when the power surged back on. We watched TV instead, what can I say, we are creatures of habit, not that it bothered me much, I was just happy to be with my man.