Tonight was the annual chili cook-off in our town, and our little school fielded a team again this year. We tied for second place . . . . for presentation. That's hilarious, since I spent more on the decorations than I did on the chili ingredients. (And turned in both receipts for reimbursement, and I'll just hold my breath that they both slide by with approval.)
Last year I had only one student to help, and at the last minute she couldn't actually PREPARE the chili. So guess who had to do it?
This year I had a team of students volunteer, and one of them who wants to be a chef when she grows up volunteered to make the chili.
If we do this again next year, I think I will make it again. Nuff said.
The winning in our household continues. Before he left the chili cook-off, Hubby gave me his door-prize ticket, and of course it won. A jar of cookies, which he wouldn't be allowed to have anyway. He sampled chili from enough booths to count as his dinner, which was the only way he was going to GET any dinner.
I don't know when I've looked forward to a weekend like I am this one. Nothing planned, and that's just the way I like it.
Tomorrow afternoon can't get here soon enough.
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Definition of Insanity....
I know the definition of insanity is supposed to be doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
If that's a law, I have a corollary to it.
Insanity is wearing a pair of pants to school that you KNOW won't stay snapped. I was just so proud that I could snap them in the first place that I completely ignored the fact that they have a tendency to become UNsnapped.
Further proof of insanity is wearing said pants on a day when you don't have a chance to go home after school because one of your students is participating in the annual chili cook-off, and it's your job to coordinate/supervise/support, and therefore you will be wearing the offending pants for roughly thirteen hours. That equates to approximately nine thousand four hundred eighty-six resnappings. Because even though I had on a loose blouse that completely covered the part-that-is-supposed-to-snap, I just couldn't get comfortable with the fact that I was walking around with my pants undone. I felt like Frank on Everybody Loves Raymond after he's had a big meal.
Even further proof is having to run home during set-up for the chili cook-off because you forgot bowls and having the opportunity to change into comfortable jeans. And shoes. AND THEN NOT DOING IT.
And our chili didn't even win. Hubby said it was the best out of all of them, and he wouldn't lie. Even if he IS a man.
If that's a law, I have a corollary to it.
Insanity is wearing a pair of pants to school that you KNOW won't stay snapped. I was just so proud that I could snap them in the first place that I completely ignored the fact that they have a tendency to become UNsnapped.
Further proof of insanity is wearing said pants on a day when you don't have a chance to go home after school because one of your students is participating in the annual chili cook-off, and it's your job to coordinate/supervise/support, and therefore you will be wearing the offending pants for roughly thirteen hours. That equates to approximately nine thousand four hundred eighty-six resnappings. Because even though I had on a loose blouse that completely covered the part-that-is-supposed-to-snap, I just couldn't get comfortable with the fact that I was walking around with my pants undone. I felt like Frank on Everybody Loves Raymond after he's had a big meal.
Even further proof is having to run home during set-up for the chili cook-off because you forgot bowls and having the opportunity to change into comfortable jeans. And shoes. AND THEN NOT DOING IT.
And our chili didn't even win. Hubby said it was the best out of all of them, and he wouldn't lie. Even if he IS a man.
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