Puttin' the "Dis" in "Disrespect:"

This morning I made oatmeal for breakfast. I put almonds, dried cranberries, cinnamon and brown sugar in it. I made up a bowl for Boo, let her stir in the milk.

She didn't seem too interested in it. I encouraged her to eat up. She wanted to know if it had chocolate in it. I replied no, it didn't.

"Your chocolate all gone?"
"No, it's not all gone, it's up in the cupboard"
"It's all dried up?" (where did that come from?)
" No, it's not dried up, I just don't like chocolate in my oatmeal"

What followed was an expression of wry disbelief, broad and huge, worthy of the stage. It said clearly "Geeze, Grammie is a real nutcase, but we'd better humor her"
Toni and I laughed so hard I thought I'd pee.

You ain't been dissed till you been dissed by a three year old.

Nail Polish Ninja

There is a universal truth that a three year old, if left to her own devices for any period of time, will find the most forbidden substance within the area, and use it.
Last night we found out that Boo is a Nail Polish Ninja. She managed to get into the nail polish box, select two complimentary colors (black and red), give herself a two coat mani-pedi and embellish the carpet with a little modern art.
All without alerting either Mommy or Grammie who were just outside the open door.
We thought she was sleeping peacefully, instead she was training to be a super cat burglar.

She still has traces of her manicurist adventures, it gives her that freshly dug up zombie look so popular with teenagers these days.

Talking to Myself, I'm just Talking to Myself.

So this blogging thing feels like talking to myself (which I do a lot I guess).
And like anything else I'll do it a lot at first and then slack off. Maybe I'll find a "voice" and continue it, maybe I won't.
So, to myself I say:
"Why is my knee still giving me fits? I had some parts replaced in January and it still swells up on me. I know my kneecap is still misaligned. I've been pretty slack about doing the exercises for it lately, they do seem to help. Better get back at it".

And:
"My garden sucks. I planted stuff too late, and since it has a western exposure backed by the brick wall of the house, it gets HOT, and if the plants don't get that early spring time to establish a good root system, everything just wilts and ... well....sucks. I'm planting a lot of herbs and seeds this fall and hopefully the darn thing will just take off on it's own in the spring. Survival of the fittest ya'll."

And to answer the eternal question, "What's in the Crock Pot?", it's..............

Southwest Chicken Casserole: Chicken thighs, Salsa, Taco seasoning, Black beans, on low till later this afternoon, and then I'll layer rice on the bottom, the meat and bean mixture, and cheese on the top. when it's done we'll slap on some sour cream, NOM!
I've got a nice Lexia wine or some Shiner Bock to go with it. So if it sounds good to you and you know where I live, come on by for dinner!
(By the way, the Curry last night was pretty tasty)
Well, work awaits.

New to me

Blogging is new to me, but is a time honored tradition of a decade or so to others, so I guess it's time I joined the fray.

I chose the title "BackStitch" because in sewing, a back stitch is usually how one begins a seam. It creates a firm beginning that won't unravel easily, even when you screw up and have to pick it out.

It is also a way to make an entire seam firm and lasting. Pulling on one stitch just tightens up the two stitches on either side and the whole thing gets stronger.

I want my family to be like that. Anchored and firm. Supporting each other, side by side.
I want to be like that personally. Not easily unraveled.

And What's in the Crock Pot tonight?
Chicken Curry III from All Recipes.com. It's a new recipe for me so we'll see how it goes.