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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Justin C who wrote (66268)	12/20/2004 12:18:27 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

There will be no more family trips. Today was a disaster. Last night I got a call from a couple of students who wanted to come by after church and bring me gifts. I was very touched, and decided that I needed to reciprocate, so I rushed out to Walmart to get a bunch of cookie tins to fill for them and the neighbors. (I TOLD you I was getting manic.) The boys had spent the night in Dallas and promised to be back in the early afternoon so we could get to HalfPrice with plenty of time to browse and then go to dinner. I got up early and started baking. I choose molasses cookies, the old-fashioned kind my mother always made for us, and doubled the recipe. Because my hands were really hurting, I asked Dan to stir the batter for me. Then I started rolling and dipping in sugar and baking. The first batch came out very flat and weird looking, sort of like chewy cowpies. Now I have made this recipe at least 300 times in thirty years with no problem, so of course I blamed Dan's stirring. He took it like a man, because he is one, and figured he probably did do something wrong, like being too tough on the shortening or something. I sent him to the store for more ingredients and stared at the bowl. It suddenly dawned on me that when I had handed it over to him to add the flour and stir, I had forgotten to double the flour. Ah. Oops. I added the rest of the flour, but this time I forgot I had baked a couple of dozen flat, sticky frisbees already, so now I had really dry floury cookie dough, which baked into teenyweeny little cakes. I packed them into the tins anyway, figuring teenagers had no taste buds and it was the thought that counts. The girls arrived and stayed and stayed. It finally dawned on me that I was not the attraction here. My gorgeous actor son was-- although when they drove up, CW's ownership of a new 350Z brought him into contention for the lead. The girls, who became remarkably giggly and cute after the guys arrived, stayed until 3. By then, Dan had given up and gone shopping on his own somewhere. So the boys decided they had to go to Barnes and Noble and drove away in my car, because CW had had a blowout in his new car on the way here. (That tire is nothing but shreds; they were very lucky-- are new tires supposed to DO that???) I decided to make another batch of cookies until everyone returned. Finally we left for Dallas at 5 in two cars and made it to the outskirts of town when CW realized his apt key was in the new car back at the house, since he was taking his OLD car so that Dan could get him a new tire tomorrow. We turned around and went back. At that point, for some reason I wandered in here, and discovered he had taken my computer apart earlier, saying it was grossly infected with things and people were wandering around my computer all night while I slept and he didn't want me on til he added a firewall and cleaned my computer, which is very insulting when I consider the state of his apartment, and he'd never put it back together. He finally hooked me back up after I started crying that people would think I was dead. Everyone was exhausted by the time we got to HalfPrice. We browsed for a while, and then CW said, we'd better go. Why, I asked. Because my keys are locked in the old car and we have to drive back home and get the second set. What second set, I said. We only have one set of your old keys. Why did you lock your keys in the car anyway? It's your fault, he said. You took your jacket off and left it in the car, and that made me leave mine too, and the keys were already in my pocket. MY fault. Of course. I had forgotten how this worked. We drove back to Southlake where my computer was still sending popups wildly despite the new firewall. This made CW mad "I'm going IN!" he announced, his tone suggesting this was a courageous and dangerous thing to do. It took an hour but finally he was satisfied. (and I will admit I have had not one popup in the time I've been typing). While we waited, Ammo performed his speech exam for us. It was a Ray Charles imitation. It was very good but I ask you-- who is going to hire a blonde white boy to do Ray Charles? For this we paid 150K and lived with gross carpet for 12 years? They finally headed back to Dallas again- about a 40 minute trip. It is 11 now and we are waiting for a call that they were able to open the car with the unmarked key we THINK might go to that car. We tried it on all the cars here and it didn't work, so we are hopeful, although we also found a key marked "Brian's truck" in the pile. We have no son named Brian, and have never owned a truck. So who knows. Anyway, if we bought books, I don't know about it.