How to be a good chauffeur

1)  Volunteer to drive
2)  Tell people who want to go to the Temple that you're willing to drive.
3)  Send an email reminding everyone that your vehicle has no a/c, so they can be prepared for that.
4)  Send another email reminding everyone that you take a sack lunch so that you  can get home earlier.
5)  Send another email reminding everyone that the other sister who volunteered to drive actually can't go.
6)  Ask your husband to check the oil in the "g" van.
7)  Fill "g" van up with gas.

YAY!!!  Going to the temple on Saturday!!

Be there or be square!!

A surprise recipe

This past weekend, a friend gave me some rutabagas that someone had given them from their garden.  I had tasted them before and knew that I pretty much liked them so I brought them home.  The internet said that you can boil them up and serve them just like mashed pertaters, soooooo I boiled and boiled and boiled and put them in a bowl and dumped some sour cream in to make the mashed pertaters as I suspected my very "i don't like spicy food" husband would object to the stronger taste. 

What the internet didn't tell me was that the texture and consistency is very different than a potato.  I ended up with something waaaayyy too saucy to be mashed pertaters, but it tasted pretty yummy, so I dumped it on our plates alongside some sour cream and onion chips and called it dip.

I thought it was fabulous!  I'm actually not supposed to eat sour cream as it makes me quite ill, but had only a few bites and so far, so good.  However, when I asked my husband if he liked it, he didn't even pretend--the answer was a resounding NO!  Oh well, guess I'm not adding rutabagas to the list of things to grow in the garden next year!

Picture courtesy of faqs.org

Those of you that know me well will not be surprised by this story <smile>.  Those of you who do not know me well, this story is a typical "Wendyism".  Stuff like this happens to me all the time. :)

I miss her already

This past week I've had my fabulous daughter Jessica here with me all week.  Actually, she was here a week, home/Youth Conference for a week, and then here this past week.  That's tons more time than I usually get to spend with her.  Now she has gone off back to her dad's (and honestly, it's about his turn) and I'm hopelessly sad.  I've been on vacation from work this past week, so it's been all Jessica, all the time. 

I also just received a text message from my husband and he and my two stepsons are staying in LaCrosse tonight, so I'll be all alone all night.

Think I'll put in Anne of Green Gables and have myself a good, cleansing cry!