Mom’s in a rehab facility, and sees the ortho on Thursday. She’s able to get up and around, with help, the fractured pelvis is painful. We’re hoping she’ll be able to come home in a week or so. As always, her attitude is great and we spend more time laughing than reasonable people should, so I’m optomistic.
We had our primaries in Florida today…looks like Marco & Allen are on their way! Happiness. Interestingly, the lady at the polls said there “were alot of angry voters”. Hmmmm.
I have yet to start sorting out all of my photos (argh!) and have had to restore my computer (yet again) and have lost my video conversion software. The HD video camera uses an MTS format, which is not compatible with anything at all….so…must upload and then reformat. I have high hopes for continuing my blog about our trip…just have to put my nose to the grind stone and do it. I’m going to replace my Panasonic camera next month…yay!
I’ve already cooked a pork butt since we’ve returned. In Houston, I spent some time w/Iguana Man’s daughter, teaching her some of my cooking tricks. (And hitting Wally World for pots & pans, bowls, a cutting board, food processor, and other sundry cooking stuff). We had a blast! So now she has pot roast and pulled pork in her repetoire. It’s a little frustrating sharing cooking long distance, but I have an idea for Food Network! I’ve more or less caught up on Bravo’s Top Chef (although I almost puked when Nanny Pelosi showed up).
I also stocked up on dried peppers in Houston, anchos, New Mexico Reds, chipotles, and some spicy little red ones. I still have my Guatemalan chocolate…so perhaps I shall give mole a try one of these days. I’ve upped the “hot meter” during my time in Central America, and am removing fewer and fewer pepper seeds as I cook. Some like it hot….I’m liking it hotter.
Life is good.
~ Blonde Gator