Thursday, March 14, 2013

Happy Pi Day!

I thought of my San Diego friend Lucynthia last night as I cleaned up Jack's mess of rejected beans and rice on the kitchen floor.  Don't ask why this task brought my mind there.  I thought of how tomorrow (now today) is according to Lu and no one else that I know in this world, PI day!  It is 3.14 of course and since Lucynthia has an affinity for numbers and she loves to perpetuate quirky traditions, I just knew she'd be making a pie today.  I wondered if it'd be banana cream or something else.  Lemon Merengue is what her husband likes, but it always takes too long and dirties 2 skillets.  So I emailed her to share those thoughts with her.  Instead of an email response, she called me this morning and we chatted while I shopped at Target (slightly tacky of me to talk and shop, I know, but that's beside the point.)  The final result:  She did in fact make banana cream pie, yesterday in fact, due to circumstantial (not to be confused with circumferential) reasons and thus she'd have left-overs to eat today.  Love that gal.  I made one too.  A pie of course!   Banana cream with boxed instant pudding and store-bought graham-cracker crust fresh from a dark corner of my pantry.  Can't get much simpler than that.  It's sitting in the fridge lonely and cold.  Waiting to be eaten.  Tomorrow I guess.  Happy Pi Day y'all!

Ian's Wise Words

I just can't let this go, it must be shared before I go to bed tonight.  These words came from Ian today as he waited for me to catch up to him on his bike when we went to pick up Brooklyn from school: "Mom, it's not a walking stroller.  It's a jogging stroller!"  Oh snap!  I couldn't believe I totally just got called out like that by my 4-year-old!  Needless to say, I arrived only moments later to Freedom Elementary, a little short of breath and with my heartbeat slightly elevated.  Thanks Ian.  Apparently Jillian's "Ripped in 30" wasn't enough this morning.
Tune in for more words from Ian.
His word of the week: SNAZZY
He says to me the other day, "Mom, I'm just looking at you right now because that shirt you're wearing is SNAZZY!"  Of course after the wonderful reaction that this comment evoked, he proceeded to describe every other thing about me as snazzy, my hairdo, etc.
Last story, I promise.  Today over lunch I shared with Ian (don't ask me how I started on this one) the story of how Stephen and I first met and became engaged.  When I got to the part where I was going to leave for Mexico and Stephen shared that he didn't want to date other girls, I said to Ian, "Can you believe it?  He didn't want to date anyone else."  I must've said something like, 'I don't know why he would say something like that, do you?'  After musing upon it for a moment, Ian said, "Maybe because he thought you were SNAZZY, Mom."