Housewifely adventures.

So this is me being a housewife.  See the cute little apron?  Yeah.

Let me tell you about some of my recent adventures!

First of all, this week my head swelled up.  No idea why.  Just went to work on day and everyone started saying "what is wrong with your face?  Did you fall again?"  Nope.  I just had a lump on my face.  I left it alone for a while; it got bigger.  I put some benadryl cream on it; it got bigger.  I slept on it; it was still there.
So poked it with a safety pin (Jesse was convinced that it was full of nasty spider pus, or an actual spider living in my forehead) and nothing happened.  Then I talked to the school nurse, and she had never seen such a thing, but suggested icing it.  So I went home and threw an ice pack on it.  Well, eventually it went away, and no spider crawled out, so it's all good.  Crazy stuff, though.  My body does weird things.

I finally bought myself Breckenridge apparel!  I kept putting it off, because I wanted to actually buy it from the school, so I would actually be supporting something, and all that, but I finally broke down and bought a sweatshirt from WalMart.  I was planning on going to the game, and it was supposed to rain, and I kept not ordering anything every time the school was getting stuff, so I just did it.
We walked the two blocks to the high school for the game, and met up with my friend Amanda, the dyslexia therapist who is letting me use her stuff to work with a kid who is having trouble reading, but hasn't been able to get tested for dyslexia yet, and it's amazing!  But anyway.  Football.  It started sprinkling a few minutes into the game, and all the Texans broke out their umbrellas.  "Wow, it's really coming down!"  No, no it's not.  Silly Texans.  About half an hour into the game or so, they shut everything down and herded everyone into the gym to wait out the lightning.  It was pretty amazing.  We waited around for another half hour, but by then we were over it, so we ran home in the pouring rain and got totally soaked in two blocks.  It was wonderful!  I love rain, and running through it, even though my calf was ready to kill me.

Jesse refused to appear on camera.
He did not refuse, however, to smear mascara all over my face and laugh about the fact that I looked like a monster.

As an aside, I have taken to doing choreography in my bathroom, because I have a mirror...It's pretty great.

You may remember that last Saturday Mrs. Brooks and I (and Jesse) went to a first grade football game because we are the best teachers ever.  Well since that happened, we are now expected to be at everyone's football game, even when they happen at the same time.  "I have a plan for y'all.  You go to the cowboys game, and she goes to eagles!"  In the end, Mrs. Brooks was busy, so I went to the Cowboy's vs. Seahawks game, because I watched the Eagles last week, and I promised Mason, who is on the Seahawks, that I would watch him.  I think I have now watched all the boys in Mrs. Brooks' class play football, and a bunch of others as well.  I was walking home again and hear somebody yell my name and saw a tiny hand sticking out of a window.  The girl in the front seat told me it was Blake, my little buddy from dual language who always calls me "mija", which I was told meant daughter, so I always responded with "hola, padre", and then he said "yo no soy tu padre!"  and I said "si!"  and I even learned to say "si eras yo(which doesn't actually work, because that means "if you are", not "if I am", but yeah...) tu mija, entonces tu es mi padre."  But then Sarai said that it didn't make any sense, and said that while "mija" is used by mothers to address their daughters, mija and mijo (or something) are just terms of endearment.  "It's just his way of loving on you".  So I tried calling him mijo, and he didn't like that either, so I asked if he was mi amigo, and he said maybe.  Little stinker.

But Mrs. Collinsworth, the counselor, told me that she was considering buying rosetta stone and learning spanish, and she found it for really cheap, and it comes with five user accounts, so we're maybe going to split the cost and both get to learn spanish!  She said she'll look into it some more and let me know.  I'm excited.  My cafeteria spanish lessons aren't getting me very far.

Si eras va afuera, entonces usted debe coma tu comida.

I'm working on piecing together the things I know into phrases I can actually use.  Coma tu comida is my most frequently used.  And Que??

My foot is asleep........

Alright....what else have I done today?  Well it was a day of backwards kitchen shortcuts.  I wanted to make a crescent roll pizza thing, but instead of making it easier by using explod-a-crescent rolls, I made my own, and then cheated by using prego as the sauce.

Then I made french fries, and instead of slicing up potatoes and covering them in seasoned salt, like I feel would be the "normal" thing to do (is it?), I used frozen fries and mixed up my own seasoning.

Tomorrow we are heading out to Strawn after church and potluck, and we are going to look at a house.  just like, drive by it and peek through the windows, but I am in love with it.
Oh my goodness.  I won't even say any more until we have seen it in real life, but...just look at it on craigslist.  Just do it.