I was sick of my blog template, so I found a new one at NOIPO.ORG. Looks pretty cool. Brian’s going to create one for me eventually, but this one will do nicely in the meantime.
kindergarten bound
Today, I registered Jake for kindergarten. It was a pretty painless process; I just had to fill out a bunch of forms. We also have forms his doctor and dentist need to fill out. Since he has to go to both places in May, it’s no big deal. We also have to return to the school in May for some sort of testing and that’s it–he’ll be school-bound in the fall. I can hardly wait because we will be able to eliminate our daycare payment for the months he is in school and that’s pretty significant.
I took the day off for a number of reasons–one being the kindergarten registration process, another being that it’s Brian’s birthday, and lastly, I was due for a day off. This morning, while Jake was at his preschool class, I started preparing Brian’s birthday feast. He wanted club sandwiches, ruffled potato chips, and pickles. Sounds like the last supper for someone on death row, eh? Or maybe someone who really likes eating at diners.
I thought this was an odd thing to request for a birthday dinner, but Brian’s argument was that it was hard to come up with an idea since we eat well every day. So instead, he opted for something that he was hungry for and that I don’t make that often. Makes sense, I guess. He’s kind of like Joey when it comes to sandwiches. The club sandwiches I like to make are a double-decker chicken salad/blt combo (and quite yummy at that). I prepared the chicken salad this morning to get the hard part out of the road. For dessert, I’m preparing something called “Chocolate Decadence”. When you have the words chocolate and decadence in the title, much like Smuckers, it has to be good.
holy crap
I now have 50 gmail invitations available. If anyone wants one (or two or twenty or fifty), let me know. I guess these aren’t as hard to come by as they once were.
australian mataro-shiraz
The short guy and I just mixed up a batch of vino (he likes to stir). The wine kit maker seems to have changed their directions from years past (either that, or I haven’t been paying enough attention), so I’m going to change some of my methods as well. This will allow us to rack the wine less (the worst part of wine-making is racking the wine) and we’ll also skip the carboy-aging and just age it in the bottle longer. We’ll see how that turns out–in about a year. I’ll let you know. Hell, I might even give you a bottle.
Jake might only be one quarter Italian, but he’s obviously going down the right track–he’s out in the kitchen making pasta while I’m blogging. Time for supper!