Krissie: Onward!

Ok, the decision is made, Richie and son are coming down tomorrow and we’ll drive home Monday. Partly I want to go back so that I can come back here. It’s an absolutely gorgeous part of NJ, and civilization is so near, but most of all Crusie is here. And comparatively speaking it’s so close. I get overwhelmed, I can jump in a car and come visit.
I’m definitely coming back in December (unless she’s gone most of the month). And back in January. We’ve got to figure out how we’re going to make the great furniture trek from Ohio, but we’ll figure that out. In the meantime, we’ve worked out a schedule at night, after work is done, where we watch tv and she crochets and I do some hand quilting and drink tea and we’re very cozy. And when the tv arrives things should be even better.
I may need to go get that ornament arrangement, naughty girl that I am. Except there’s no money for fripperies, and that’s pretty damned frippery.
Today I work, Jenny takes care of business, and we wait for the tv. I just remembered they took it off a wall — we may need to find some kind of tv stand for it. But we’ll work it out.
In the meantime, I’m heading back to work. Still not really taking charge of my eating, and I need to focus on more veggies. When I come back I’ll be more in the right mode.
But I’m still in normal sizes. XL, of course, but not plus sizes. Not that I need to buy a damned thing, with all the stuff Crusie gave me, but it’s still a treat.
Tonight we’re going to try to make healthier morning glory muffins (which they call Glorious Morning muffins down here). And Jenny bought mini-Madeleine pans which are so damned cute that we have to make madeleines, but as I told her, we have no excuse for it. We’re not Proust. But damn, madeleines are tasty.
So all is well today at Casa de Rental. I can’t wait to get home, I can’t wait to get back here. (Assuming I don’t drive Jenny crazy — she was about to cut my throat because I wouldn’t stop singing “Summertime.” And everytime we stop at Kathy’s Diner in Fredon (which is far too often) I have to resist from bursting into “Hail, hail Fredonia” from “Duck Soup.”
OK, enough is enough. Gotta get to work. Got things to do, worlds to conquer. I’m ready to rumble.

17 thoughts on “Krissie: Onward!

  1. oneoftheotherjennifers says:

    Yay for happy! And thanks for the Madeleine’s idea- that’s going under the tree for my daughter. A pan and a recipe on some pretty paper for her recipe binder. She’ll love it.

  2. Pam P. says:

    I’m so glad you found your smile again! And I’ve got a laugh for you, too:

    Two days ago, when you did the “turtlenecks from now on post”, I looked at that picture and thought, okay, see, people keep telling me to spread the anti-wrinkle creams down onto my neck and chest and I never do it, and someday I’m going to be really unhappy with myself because I had the opportunity and I didn’t take it. So last night I thought, “damn the expense” and I spread the cream down my neck and onto my chest . . . and woke up in the middle of the night with my nipples on fire.

    Um, no, not in a good way.

    Somehow the cream had migrated down my chest while I slept and alpha hydroxy acid had found its way to places it was never intended to go.

    Turtlenecks, baby. That’s definitely the way to go.

  3. I’m ready to rumble. I like that! And I was last night when I took Kiddo to a concert and we were up front on the floor. People were so rude and pushing and shoving and drunk idiots tried to start a mosh pit. I always thought I’d run from one of those but I WAS ready to rumble in the moment.

    Sounds like a nice routine and maybe this is a good year to take it easy on the holidays. We put so much pressure on the meals and gathering. Sometimes it’s nice to just sit back and enjoy it, pressure free.

  4. Carol says:

    Good decisions = happy, happy woman.

    Love madeleines, as does the granddaughter. Going to go find my tins and make some. I forgot about them.

    So…may I ask, Jenny, what flour do you use for madeleines?

  5. Happy Friday! I totally understand the need to break out into song. I do that too. Usually odd songs that seem to bug everyone I am around. {shrug} Now I need to go listen to the song from Duck Soup!

  6. Kieran says:

    I buy fabulous madelines at Costco, and I can’t do it anymore because I can eat the whole jumbo box in half a week–and they’re pure butter. I know I’m at a low ebb when I buy the madelines at Starbucks (which I think are made by the same company that makes the Costco ones). They’re awesome. But it’s my ultimate “giving up” food. It’s a signal to me I’m going to hell in a handbasket. At least with chocolate, I’m deluding myself it’s good for me. And it is, to some extent.

    But madelines are pure pleasure for no damned good reason. Right now, I’m making Nestle’s chocolate chip cookies, but they’re heading out the door with my son when he goes to his soccer tournament. I won’t pretend to myself I won’t eat three. That’s what I’ve established. I used to tell myself one. That’s not going to happen. So three really means four. But that’s okay. I can stop at my pretend-three-really-four, but only if the cookies leave the house ASAP.

    We have a new rule. Dessert? We’re going out. No more keeping it at the house, even with a hungry teenager around. We make a big deal out of it and go to Dairy Queen for a hot fudge sundae or Applebee’s for a brownie, etc. Or sometimes we just go to Mickey D’s and get a chocolate shake.

    This rule is working WONDERS for us! I love it!!

  7. We are having a fabulous time. My schedule is all whopper-jawed now, but I’m settling into it, so as long as Krissie doesn’t SING while I’m trying to work, we’re having a great time.

  8. YAY happiness! It does take a while to get the buttfeathers unruffled, doesn’t it? While I can’t wait to move out of our current apartment, I’m pretty sure I’ll be all amiss for a week or so wherever we go.

    My offer still stands for the moving of stuffs, quietly melting away into the night afterwards and everything…

    Hugs and kisses!!

  9. Micki says:


    Well, if I were running your universe, I’d have you quilt the ornaments instead of buying them. Maybe Jenny would crochet you some balls with some fuzzy yarn. If you do it yourself, you could do it in Nanny Ogg pink.

    LOL, good thing I’m not in charge of other universes, eh?

    In my own universe, I’ve crocheted these snowflakes out of what was supposed to be wool. But they aren’t felting. I washed them in hot water whites. This morning I boiled them in water, and then the dye ran and so my snowflake is blue-gray. Not bad. But not felt, either. One blog suggested using a potato masher to felt in boiling water . . . . It’s dollar store yarn that’s supposed to be 100 percent wool . . . .

    How cozy to be spending the evening crafting and drinking tea! It really is the right season for it in the northern hemi. Cold rain today, so after I gather the last of the green tomatoes out of the greenhouse, I think I better either write or do something crafty. (Or both.)

  10. I’ve decided the tv is my enemy once again. I need to write when I come home from work at 1am but instead I drift to the living room, sit in front of the tv and waste my writing time.
    No more! Nothing is ever on anyway.
    You and Jenny sound productive and happy together.

  11. Brilliant that everything is working out so well.
    Whopper-jawed sounds scary yet stimulating ready for productiveness. Don’t mind me, I’ve been writing all day and I’m either verbose or running out of words
    Gonna go rest now … watch a movie 🙂
    Have a lovely weekend everyone.

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