Hey Jakey,

Oh Jeez Louise. Haven't kept up with the blog much lately. Your grandma's here, and you're both runnin' me ragged. You've got another tooth coming in, I can see a white bump showing through your top gums, and you've been on a real pisser for the past couple of days. You were up and down all night last night and the night before. Huh.

I've been cooking a lot lately. Cold weather has that effect on me. Here's what I made for dinner last night (started at 2pm and it was ready at 8pm...)

* Pork loin roast
* Cranberry-walnut-cornbread stuffing
* Creamy gruyere potato gratin
* Pumpkin flan with cinnamon whipped cream

Burp. It was really good and we'll all be eating leftovers for days. Yay for MEAT! Actually, this was the meal that I was supposed to make last Wednesday for my pumpkin-carving party. But it snowed and no one was able to make it. L was coming all the way from Sacto, C was supposed to come from KB, but the weather was too fucked up. Of course, I LOVE the snow, but not when it messes up my plans. I had bought a boat-load of groceries to make dinner, lotsa liquor, and pumpkin-carving stuff. Oh well. And the weather looks like more of the same all the way through to the end of this week.

Grandma's been here long enough now that I can't remember life without her. She's sleeping in the RV out in front of the house, and spends the day hanging out with you. I think we've gone out ONCE since she's been here (lunch at CVI and a quick trip to Wally World... how classic is that...).

I'll have you know that I've been blogging in my head ever since my last entry, and had all sorts of clever and informative things to say, but of course, now that I'm actually sitting here in front of the computer, I don't remember any of it.

The phone system's down here at work, so I hope I don't have any kind of emergency that calls for outside communication.

Don't you hate it when...

* You accidentally win something on Ebay that you don't really want
* You get a zit on the INSIDE of your nose
* You make a flan, and half of it sticks to the bottom of the pan when you turn it out onto a platter
* A bill collector calls you at work and frightens you into paying them $321
* You get one of those bleeding hangnails that's so horrendous that it hurts to type
* Your neighbor gets back from his hunting trip right as you're getting in your car to go to work, and he promises to bring over a dead duck later
* You take your 9-month-old son to the park, and an old lady says, "Oh, what a cute baby! What, he looks to be about 3 months old?"

That's pretty much my week in a nutshell. I'm trying to think of a "Don't you love it when..." list, but right now I think it would be pretty scanty.

Don't you love it when...

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My favorite thing that someone has said to me today:
Me, to C when she walks into the office: The phone system's down.
C, in all seriousness: Oh God. Do you think we should call someone?

Well, I hope your day goes much better than your night did. I'll try to keep up with this blog a little bit better and keep you posted on you grandma's doin's. Love you!