Posted in Musings and Mutterings


Let’s get this straight right away.

I don’t like football.

Sorry, people, but I don’t. At least not American football. I prefer soccer and even then I have a limited attention span. To me, sports on TV are a fine time to engage in a nap. Hubby loves to watch Nascar, Sharon will take that time to snooze.

With that said, I’m going to a Superbowl party tonight. The Big Game is a social event for me. A time where I get to hang out, and bother, my friends. I mean, really, is there ever a better time to throw bits of food at your friends and blame it on others? (Hey.. the host requested that I and another guest take aim on one particular person, can I help it if I feel the need to honor her request?)

I have prime launching seating too. Another non-football-caring friend and I take this time to work on our knitting and crochet. Everyone likes to see what new project we are working on in the Stitch and Bitch corner.
Sadly, this year, I don’t have anything NEW, which only means I haven’t completed what I had worked on last year. I have my choice of working on a scarf, …..or working on a scarf. (Great choices, eh?)  I think I may take the Dr. Who scarf tonight instead of the usurper scarf that I was working on. The Dr. Who scarf uses much larger needles and so progress goes just a tad faster.

Not that I haven’t been prepping for the Big Game all week. I started off on Monday, baking some cookies, which I felt were terrible. So, what do you do with cookies that you feel suck? You send them to work with the hubby, where the downtrodden employees snarf them up faster than you can blink and demand that you make more of those “wonderful” cookies. Honestly, you’d think these people had only ever eaten the Keebler box and thought it was a cookie!!

Then I made some 3BM chili. Stop laughing… it just means that i used 3 different beans and meats in my chili.

I never know how much chili to make, and I ALWAYS make too much. This time I ended up filling a pot and a crock pot, so I’ll be having 3BM for a while, since I’m sure there is no way they will eat it all.

I did finally make a cookie I liked. A referee cookie. Shortbread with white glaze and chocolate stripes. (Because the refs need some lovin’ too, even if the mob does pay them well to throw the game…)

I also will be taking some veggies and hummus (for those of us who like to pretend we will eat something healthy during the game) and finally, I still have to finish up something called a Cake Ball.

Cake balls are  like truffles, but you bake a cake and immediately smash it up ( that was liberating) and you mix in some coordinating frosting. Then you make little balls out of the “dough” and you melt some kind of  coating and dip the balls into that. All in all it’s a diabetic nightmare of a treat. I chose Dark Chocolate cake, with cream cheese frosting covered in Dark Chocolate. (I’m FEMALE, of course I’m picking CHOCOLATE) and I also did Carrot cake, with cream cheese frosting and a Cinnamon coating, just for kicks. Because, remember, I can never make a small batch of anything!!

I saved the dipping and coating for today, knowing they’d never last through the week here if I hadn’t. Of course, all this dipping and coating would be oh-so-easy if last night, MY MICROWAVE hadn’t bit the dust. I LITERALLY got the little card in the mail about a week ago asking me to renew my warranty on the silly thing. I think they monitor the scrap of paper and if they find it in your recycling bin, they activate the chip in your microwave that blows up the main element that makes the blasted thing work. Now I’m back to the old fashioned and difficult task of using the cook top to melt the candy…. blech… which I better get to or I’ll be nothing but a raving lunatic because my plans.. MY PLANS… were not realized in a timely manner and we know what hell there is to pay if that happens.

Hell hath no whining, grumpy, fury like a woman who’s plans went awry!


I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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