And the Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down

I don't remember what song that line is from so if one of my faithful readers does, please remind me, "and the rain rain rain came down down down..." but it sure as hell is raining out here in North Texas. I hear that we are having more snow by Tuesday. I really need to get over to Dallas to see a friend and deliver some Girl Scout cookies and get some tips on what to do for Gulf Wars so I really hope that it is not doing this on Monday.

I don't like to drive in the rain. I did a 180 degree spin on Central Expressway the first year I lived here in my new 1985 Buick Electra, and I wasn't doing ANYTHING wrong. There was just a slick spot. Someone else had already spun out on the other side, and two more people also spun out and went to the other side as I was standing there like an idiot trying to protect my new car (I later found out that this is a good way, but not necessarily a good day, to die). Well, we are all young once and we all have that new car once in our lives. But to die over a Buick Electra? It didn't even have leather upholstery.

OK, I am going back to making hambone soup with lots of veggies (for Gulf War), and because the chicken in the soup I made for my root canal is too old, tough and freezer burned--the soup is fine but the chicken in it tastes like sawdust. I ought to strain it all out and give it to the dogs, really. But in my quest to empty my freezer of all stray meats and sauces to make room for Gulf War provisions, well, I just thought I'd give it a try. The freezer burned ground pork that had been in there for...i don't know, YEARS...did great in soup, but freezer-burned chicken? At some point I coooked this chicken and cubed it up and froze it so I would have something to throw in a dish somewhere along the line, but the dish never materialized and now it is garbage in my soup. Well, I should have some nice hambone soup later today if I can ever get the bone to fit in the pot. This is from the really huge ham that R bought on clearance, .99 cents a pound, the third weekend in January when I was on retreat. It's a 20 lb ham. Most of it got cooked and put in the Seal a Meal for Gulf Wars, but like a masochist I bought yet another of these hams at Wally-World the other day for about $2.99 a pound. I had one in my hands for $2.29 but it said "use or freeze by Feb 12." Should have bought the damn thing. It was probably fine especially if I cooked it this weekend. However, I like an idiot pointed it out to the meat guy (hoping to get it for less than $2.29 a pound since it was past the date) and he CONFISCATED it at wouldn't sell it to me. And for less than $1 a pound I decided to get the one that WAS NOT past the expiration date--it was Wally-World, after all. When they say it's not good enough to sell, they probably really mean it.

Must go and catch up on ice dancing now. I sent the kids upstairs with breakfast and a hole punch so my husband could sleep in since his 6 am work project got cancelled this morning. We ought to go to church but in this rain, I think not, and of course archery practice will be cancelled. I don't think there has been an archery practice all year--the weather has been just horrible for it: windy, cold, rainy and of course even some snow. I think at this point we will be doing our archery practice on the field at Gulf War. Well, I suck anyway and Amelia is much more interested in youth rapier so maybe we need to go in a new direction.

Pleasant Valley Mom, signing off and going back to bed


(Oh, the song is from one of the Winnie the Pooh Disney movies, probably the original! The one where it rains and they are floating around in the umbrella, like in the books. It just came to me.)