For the past year, I’ve been doing dishes mostly in the dishwasher – ooh, I love my dishwasher. But I’ve kinda missed putting on my headphones and rocking out while I clean a kitchen. So while I’m cranky that I can’t just throw everything into the dishwasher because we’re out of dishwashing detergent, I’m secretly (or not so secretly now) excited I can do dishes.
Don’t let anyone know. I have a 12 year old that ‘doesn’t know how to do dishes by hand’, and doesn’t care to know, thankyouallverymuch all the while her mama just stands there in dumbfounded silence. I don’t need another shouting match between mama-and-child, letmetellyou.
So. As I’m doing dishes, I decided to whip up some Schwan’s brand cinnamon-sugar donuts.
Sorry for the less than stellar photo of the donuts, but I was in a hurry to eat ’em. And they are good. They are tasty. But I wouldn’t write home about them. (Which in effect I am; I suppose we know how valid my opinion is now, huh) They’re a little pricey, I think. I’m not sure how much come in one of those little white donut bags at the grocery store cost – you know the ones I’m talking about, they used to have dancing teenagers on the front – but that’s what the donut tastes like. Except instead of powdered sugar, it’s cinnamon-sugar. The white bag’s a better deal, because I can just rip open a bag and nomnom instead of waiting for the Schwan’s guy and then having to bake them on top of that. So maybe 3 stars.
So. Here’s the ‘moving’ part of the title. We’re moving. It’s really freaking scary to be moving when there’s not a for-sure place to go yet, but I’m trying really, really hard to stay optimistic. It’s like stepping out on an old suspension bridge that wobbles a whole lot. I’m sure we’ll make it across okay, but there’s still the chance we could go crashing down. With the sides of my face on fire. (name that movie!)
We’re not even 100% sure my MIL has to move like she says. I think it’s really horrible the manner in which we’ve been told – less than a month to find a place – but we’re going to make it work. I’m not going to be mad forever. She should have told us that there was a chance she would be evicted. She’s had a freaking year.
I’ve been scouring Craigslist every hour or so. You have to in order to keep up with the listings – these things go fast! I’ve gotten a couple of bites, and like I said, we’ve got something I’m considering a ‘maybe’. Until we’re actually in somewhere, I’m gonna be cranky. And worried.
And I haven’t moved a lot. Can’t even bake the worry away because I should be moving this stuff, not baking delicious bread. (Which I really, really wanna do.)
And I wanna go shopping for this new place. But I can’t do that, either.
But I have some various stuff my MIL has bought me through the year we’ve lived with her.
She’s giving me her egg pan. Which is cool, but it’s not as cool as it would’ve been if she’d given me the pan I actually wanted. But beggers can’t be choosers.
Hm. What else? I’m actually not even cooking now, or doing dishes – I’ve had this blog entry up for hours now – it’s fifteen after 11. I think I started this .. well, you’ll see.
I think I’m gonna go cruise Craigslist again. And maybe put some stuff on my Amazon/Williams Sonoma wishlist.
Cause I’m movin’, ya’ll, and I need stuff.