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What a weekend…
The dinner at Gemma’s was AWESOME. We had a really good meal that her Josh cooked, she and I worked on our projects, the boys chatted, and we watched an episode of Game of Thrones. Truly a phenomenal evening. I’m really looking forward to going over next Saturday for her birthday.
Saturday morning I was able to get Josh up in time to go to the skating lesson. It was boring. I took the sock with and got it done to the point where I needed to bind off. We went out to lunch and then ran a few errands before going home. The kid was kind of quiet the whole time. Anyway, we got home and Josh’s friend called and wanted to get together so we invited him over for dinner. After the dinner the kid said she was really tired and wanted to read. She ended up falling asleep on the couch at like 7:30. Normally she’s quite the night owl but apparently she’d had a sleep over with her little cousin Friday night and stayed up way too late. Josh carried her to her bed and we stayed up talking for several more hours.
Sunday he was a pain in the ass to get up again. We finally made it to breakfast and the kid was acting weird again. She finally went to go to the bathroom and ended up throwing up. Josh and I finished eating and then took her home to her home. What really pisses me off is that as soon as we got her home she perked right back up. In fact, she was feeling so good that she went and played street hockey in the afternoon. I’m really not sure what the hell was up with that, but she had better not pull this shit again.
Josh and I spent the rest of the afternoon running errands. He was hell bent on getting a new phone so we had to go to the store and get one. He spent pretty much the rest of the day playing with the phone. I ended up doing all of the chores by myself. Pissed off. I made a really good dinner last night though – home made Chicken Cordon Bleu. It was awesome.
Chicken Cordon Bleu
chicken breasts, nice and plump (one for each person)
sliced ham (the good stuff from the deli – a good sized slice for each person)
sliced Swiss cheese (the good stuff from the deli – one slice per person)
Shake and Bake, one envelope
cream of chicken soup, 1 can
1 C heavy whipping cream
1/2 C sour cream
2/3 C chicken broth
Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees. Heat a pizza stone in the oven during the pre-heat phase. Slice into the breasts to form a pocket. Fold the cheese slices in half and wrap in ham. Insert the ham/cheese bundle into the slit in the chicken. Empty the Shake and Bake into a shallow bowl. Coat the chicken breasts well. Place on pre-heated pizza stone and bake for 45 minutes.
While the chicken is cooking, place sauce ingredients in a small sauce pan and mix well. Allow to warm over low heat and stir until smooth.
I served it with a nice wild rice mix and some roasted veggies. It was delish. Definitely going to have to do this one again.
I had thought things were ok until this morning. Josh was almost impossible to get up. After he left I checked his usual hidey hole and lo and behold there were empties hidden in it. I’d say I’m pissed, but really, you have to care about someone to be pissed at them and I really think I’m beyond the point of caring. He specifically told me yesterday that he wasn’t going to drink and then he went ahead and did it anyway. I so don’t care anymore.
I’ve started working on the holiday gifts. I went and got some hat yarn this weekend and I’ve got a hat about half way done. I hope to get at least these two hats finished this week. Not sure what other project I’m going to work on, probably some socks for my mom. I just need to measure her feet so I know how many stitches I’ll be working with.
The mood held fairly steady through the weekend. I was able to get some decent sleep and since I got some of my stuff done I feel pretty good. I didn’t really want to get up this morning myself, but I think that was mainly because I just knew that today would be rough. And I was right.
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