I believe the last time they went to state was my junior year of high school. I remember it was November 17, 1989 and the reason I remember that date so well was because it was the same day The Little Mermaid got released. I was actually a little torn but went to the game. We were favored to win and were creaming the other team by halftime but it all fell apart in the second half. I remember sitting up in the stand just stunned watching the game unfold. It was like a wake at school on Monday.
Second, congrats to the University of Utah football team. Yay for a perfect season and hopefully they will get a good bowl out of it. Frankly college rankings mystify me but a perfect season is a perfect season.
We had a small get together at my place for the game and me and the roomies rather got into it. I made homemade chicken noodle soup after making some quick phone calls to my mom and my sister. Well, the one to my sister wasn't altogether brief. I spent time talking to my niece who seemed to wander around aimlessly and tell me whatever was on her mind. Very cute. I didn't mind.
"Um...I'm now in my closet and guess what?"
"I'm looking at my pink dress and it has sparklies but guess what?"
"I didn't wear that for Halloween, I was a witch!"
"I know. You were a very cute witch."
"Aunt Jeanette, guess what?"
"My witch costume had sparklies too, but it wasn't pink."
I used to joke how I was afraid of having a girlie girl because I wouldn't know how to deal with her but the more I play with my niece the more I realize how much that doesn't matter. There are very few times I have felt like I am letting her down with my lack of knowlege...and right now it's small. I don't really know how to braid hair very well so when she asks for braids I tell her I can't do it, and how would a pony tail be? I guess if I saw her every day and had to do it, I would be able to braid hair.
I don't have to like to wear pink to be able to tell her how pretty she is in her pink dress. I don't have to know ballet to tell her how cute she is and because I am an artist I get props from her for being able to draw the Disney princesses.
I don't have to have the same personality, nor do they have to have mine for me to be able to adore them.
xenologue asked me once about a million years ago what I would do if I had a girlie girl daughter who wanted to be say, a cheerleader. I thought about it and told her that I would tell her if she wanted it, that was great and I would cheer her on and never, ever, ever tell her how lame I thought cheerleaders were. There are much worse fates than having a kid who wants to be a cheerleader.
So, my chicken noodle soup came out fabulous. I had to do some improvisations from the recipe but nobody complained about it and the trick of sauteeing the vegetables really preserved the flavor. Because it's ME, I added a small dash of cayenne to it and I think it added just a nice amount of spark. Really, just a teeny bit. Teeny weenie. Not to be seen.
Since I had a late start with the making of the soup I was deboning when our guests were here. I was joking as I pulled out innards, "Hey look! It's a heart! What'll you guys give me if I eat it?" Everyone was properly grossed out but since nobody offered any money the heart went uneaten. Like that would be a big deal anyway. I've had chicken hearts before.
What I found interesting though was one of the girls was making a big deal that I was touching the chicken and ripping it apart. "Eeeewwww! I could never do that!"
Um, you're married, you're planning on being a mother...and deboning a chicken grosses you out? Because MAN.
I actually rather like deboning chickens. There is something wonderfully primitive about ripping that chicken apart, seperating bones and joints and ripping off the meat. I have loved doing it ever since I was a kid. In my family I was the primary deboner.
I remember once a few days before my mother's surgery during the Summer From Hell, I came home at 10:00 at night and my mom had decided to boil like 5 or 6 chickens so I got to debone them into the wee hours of the morning.
Plus a boiling chicken with celery and onions and a few carrot sticks makes the house smell GREAT.
In the midst of making the chicken noodle soup somebody asked me if I was going to make the noodles as well and seemed a little disappointed when I laughed at them. Ummm. No.
I have aunts who are amazing cooks though who make their own noodles. Several months ago I had a dream I was talking to my aunt Genevieve and was trying to get her fried chicken recipe from her. It was vERY important that I get it and write it down before it was TOO LATE. I really should call her on the phone and start picking her brain.