Wannabe Martha

Still trying to figure out which Martha

Reality-Based Menu – Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel Edition

Read and weep:

  • Monday – Chili (yep – that was it – while working or doing homework)
  • Tuesday – Roasted Cauliflower Carbonara (maybe) – and the only reason for this is that there actually IS a cauliflower in my refrigerator; also eggs and parmesan cheese (remember how I talked about maybe making it over the weekend?  Guess what?  I didn’t.  Quel surprise, non???).
  • Wednesday – Leftovers – because there’s still a lot of chili and there will probably be pasta
  • Thursday – Chicken-something and Salad (because there is chicken in the fridge and I have to cook it because there’s no room in the freezer because I go shopping and then don’t cook what I buy)
  • Friday – “The Tears of our Forefathers” (I saw that on FB a couple weeks ago and laughed so hard I damn near peed myself)
  • Weekend – I don’t know and I don’t care.  Nobody will starve.

This is a brutal week for me and for the people who live with me.  There are tests, play practice, the actual play itself, and there is work – a great deal of gut-churning, migraine-inducing work.  It’s always like this one week out of the month – this would be that week.

It’s these times when nobody cares about eating, but we should.  I know that good meals would help, but that would require a level of attention which is not possible from anyone.    Frankly, if I could, I’d order takeout every night just to cut myself a break (Well, Maevey, why don’t you just go ahead and order takeout every night?  Because instead of thinking ahead and planning, I spent the takeout budget on actual groceries.  Le Sigh).

Please, somebody tell me that you’re inspired to cook something nice for your family this week (it will give me hope…)



Sometimes No News is Just No News

It feels a little odd to post when I haven’t really anything about which to post (maybe I should have issued an “Awkward Sentence Alert for that one).

I’ve been hanging out a little on FB; read a couple Gothics; and was required to actually WEAR PANTS this morning when taking Iseult to her carpool.

Other things going on at my house…

Angharad announced that it was about time for “Gonnagetcoldageddon”

I sort of lost my temper on FB over the perpetually peeved among us peeing themselves all over the internet because a guy wore a cool shirt when talking about the most interesting scientific event of, say, the last decade, maybe (I’m sure there have been others, but hey, I’m tired and I’m giving myself a pass – feel free, however, to post other scientific things about which we can be excited).

Also, the following happened.

On Saturday evening my best friend came over for dinner and movie – her men (husband & sons) were camping, so this was excellent timing.  I bought one of these at my local Harris Teeter.  It was super delicious and even better I didn’t have to do anything but put it in the oven and let it cook.  Well, actually, I had to put it in the oven breast-side up and snip a 1-inch vent in the bag.  It’s a measure of how distracted I am, that I didn’t notice I’d roasted it upside down until it was cooked and I’m staring at it trying to figure out how to carve the damn thing (also trying to figure out how to get it out of the bag – it was fall-apart tender).

So, there’s the four of us in the kitchen, staring at the stupid chicken in the stupid bag, upside down in the stupid roasting pan, and Iseult helpfully  pipes up “You just want me to flip the bird for you?”

We all stop and stare at her; she turns beet-red and we all start howling with laughter.

“Sure sweetie, you flip that bird all you want”

Good times Chez Maeve et Filles.

Oh – I also had to call my in-laws to tell them the divorce was final.  My MIL started crying and it was very sucktastic.  On the positive note, however, they’re coming for Thanksgiving, so I won’t be required to bake Retaliatory Cupcakes this year 🙂


Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

So, umm, just what the heck is that Maevey?



Maeve’s General-All-purpose-Mood-Enhancer

Why it’s a spoonful of peanut butter with chocolate syrup on it.

Isn’t that sort of the universal female answer to all our travails? You got something better?


Le Meh – It Continues

It would appear that I’m jonesin’ for a fight.  You know how that is, right?  You’re cranky and irritated and you just want to duke it out (preferably with someone who’s feeling similarly inclined so you can be friends afterwards).

It’s sort of a dangerous state for me, because I get just a leeeeeeetle free with my words (verbal/written, doesn’t matter) and you know how hard it is to take back things you say.  I’m always skating a thin line anyway, so it’s especially important that I get a grip.

I’m trying to figure out what’s eating at me.  There’s this massive crisis of faith I’m dealing with (or not dealing with); there’s the pending finalization of my divorce; there’s the insomnia; there’s the worry over my girls. Then there’s the mass insanity going on all over the world.  But none of this is exactly “new”, so I’m not quite sure what has me all riled up this week in particular.

Maybe I need some down time – real downtime.  Or sleep.  Or a good book.

Or cheesecake.