We had the very best dinner Monday night. I made broccoli cheese soup and baked acorn squash. 
Is that not the yummiest looking squash? The soup was superb and probably the best I've ever made. I took the comments suggestion of doubling the amount of broccoli and using the chicken broth to mix in the corn starch. I bought the broccoli while I was at lunch Monday and across the parking lot is this yummy bread store: The Great Harvest Bread Company. DH & I buy their bread at the local farmer's market and I've never been to their store until Monday. OMG - I bought their Peach Cobbler Crumble bread and it is yummy enough to kill someone over. DH & I have been enjoying a slice in the evenings for our dessert. I sure wish I could find a recipe for this bread. DH says it reminds him of my zucchini bread. That made me chuckle since he couldn't imagine eating zucchini let alone a bread made from it.
Knitting update: I am on the final strap of the self-designed purse. I have about 40 more rows of 7 stitches and then I will make the internal pockets. I hope to have it washed up and ready for construction over the weekend. I desperately need a brownish purse. Yeah, I know that I have two others hanging in the closet but desperate is a personal thing.
I've decided that I'm going to paint my home office. It should be the cutest thing and I'm hoping it'll make everyone drool with envy. I will have to find a way to keep the computer up and running while all this painting occurs because the bills will need to get paid and I don't have a ton of time to set aside for the makeover. I will also need to find a room to move everything into to keep it out of the way. My options are: DS's room or the hallway. DS is away at college but I like to keep his room a haven away from school. The hall is not really wide enough to accommodate all the furniture and things I have stacked in that room. I may have to become creative in placing items around the house. The hope is that I will clear out the "unneccesaries" in the room so that I can become more productive. I have approximately eleventy bazillion recipes that I've printed out or snipped from the newspaper. An equal amount of fabric and just a tad less yarn. I wish my DC Ruthie would haul her skinny ass down here to Texas and take home some of this fabric. I still cry over the loss of a dumpster load of fabric that ended up going with the trash man. My original fabric load consisted of my ass (quite rotund) in a dress, leaning into a dumpster and piling it into my trunk. I worked at a theatre and they dumped all the fabric samples into the trash. I believe I have five 32-gallon plastic bins filled with fabric. Get this - I gave half of the haul to my boss and still have this much left over! The load I lost was one that someone told me they'd grab and never did. Still makes me sad although I really don't need more and definitely don't have storage room to accommodate. I've probably used 10-20 pieces out of the haul. It will be decision time once I empty the room.
Fatgirl has been working out daily, as planned. I feel like I've reached the point that pushes you over the edge to where you enjoy and look forward to each time you do it. I tell myself that I deserve an hour a day to work on my body. DH has been extremely supportive and willing to jump on dinner that I may have started or just plain leaving me alone to get it done. I hit it at 5 - as soon as Judge Judy has torn away someone's self-esteem and handed it to them. I truly wish that I can grow up to be her or a meteorologist. Wouldn't that be the life? Go to work and be the meanest bitch to everyone who crosses your path or go to a job where accuracy never plays into it? Maybe I could combine them into the perfect job - poke my head out the door, walk back onto the set and say, "It is gonna be another hot one down here in Hell, Texas. I hope everyone will just f*ck off if they don't like it. Do I have stupid written across my forehead? You're just a con artist and I don't believe a word you say. Case dismissed!" BTW family members: if you call between 5 and 6, I ain't talking to you. I'm working out. Don't make me pull out my JJ attitude on you.
March? WTF has the time gone? Didn't we just clean up from Christmas? Pretty soon I'll be 90 years old and only count the years instead of the months.
I thought I was anal - this lady at work beats me hands down. Not only does she have everything inside the house extremely organized, she's taking off a week of work to fertilize the yarn yard (Freudian slip?), stain the concrete porch and numerous other things on her list. I love her lists. I once caught sight of one of her lists and topping the list was "shave pubes." My boss and I will never let her live that one down.
Still working on trying to find a house in the ol' stomping grounds. It seems that all we're finding (that is big enough for all of us) are drug infested areas. The only problem with that is leaving it sit for most of the years. I don't want squatters or other problems. We're also working on the financing. I'm hoping to get a contract on a house soon. Keep it all crossed for us.
Guess I'll get to work since that is what they pay me to do.
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