Lord, Forgive Me.......

Please don't let that man die.

I'm not talking about Hubby, although I REALLY don't want HIM to die.

Hubby is leaving tomorrow morning on one of his semi-annual golf trips. It has actually turned into several-annual golf trips, but that's okay too. This is one of two he takes with the same group of fellow golfers, one of whom just happens to be my ex, but that's a story for another day.

I have been planning this golf trip for weeks. Possibly months.

I love my Hubby, really I do. But I also love my "me" time.

Here's what I've been planning to do while he's gone:

• Stay up past 8:00 PM. Possibly as late as 9:00 PM. Or 10:00 PM.
  
• Watch football tomorrow night. Cheer out loud for Ole Miss to beat the crap out of South Carolina. Perhaps even see the entire game.
  
• Crochet. And crochet. And crochet.
• Have macaroni and cheese for dinner tomorrow night.
• Have take-out Chinese food Friday night. (Isn't it sad that I've planned meals 48 hours from now?)
• Go to the 7:30 line dancing class tomorrow night. I don't usually go to that one, but Monday night's class got canceled.
  
• Watch more football Friday night. And see every play, without the necessity to wander off to reruns of the World Poker Tour or Family Guy just because there is a commercial on the channel where football is playing.
  
• Finish watching last night's episode of Dancing with the Stars. And tonight's episode, which I will record because I can't stay awake through the whole thing. Shhhhh...... Don't tell me anything, because I haven't even seen all the women dance yet.

The brother of one of the golfers had a stroke today, and for a little while there was the possibility the whole trip might get called off. (Touching, especially considering the same would NOT happen if it were one of the wives.) But he appears to be doing okay, at least well enough for his brother to go on the trip.

Please don't judge me too harshly because I'm callously thinking of myself. My mama raised me better than that. Actually, my sister did.

Past My Bedtime and Rooting for the Underdog.....

Hubby is out of town on a golf trip, and I'm enjoying some quality "me" time. Usually I'm in bed by 8:00, lights out by 8:30 (9:00 if I'm really into a good book). Tonight I watched "Dancing with the Stars" from Monday night that I had recorded. I'd never seen the show, and we only recently got a DVR. Love the dancing, but not sure what all the hype is about.

At 9:00, when it was already past my bedtime, I STARTED cooking for our pot luck lunch at school tomorrow. I made some cheese muffins (thanks to Pioneeer Woman) and then I got ambitious and made some baby quiches. I glanced over the recipe quickly, since I'd made it a hundred times about a hundred years ago. I only saw "bake 30 minutes" and thought to myself, "Heck, 30 more minutes isn't much." I didn't take into consideration the prep time, nor did I notice that you have to preheat the oven all the way to 425 degrees AND there's a 15-minute cook time BEFORE the 30 minutes. Oh well....45 more minutes isn't much either. Not when Oregon State is making #1 USC look like a bunch of punks (14-0 so far in the 2nd quarter). I'm loving it. (My apologies to The Pioneer Woman, a USC alum.)

It's not JUST that USC is ranked #1 and always are and my beloved Bulldogs are currently ranked #3 and have a huge showdown in our own backyard this Saturday. It must have something to do with that awful USC music.......

This may be the ONLY post I ever write with a label of "cooking."