Lazy girls dinner...

I decided to take the lazy way out to make dinner  last Monday when school started for all of us. Now usually the lazy way for me is to bring take out home but I wanted to try something healthier and not as expensive.  While doing my weekly shopping I found these items in the frozen food section, on sale!!, and decided to give them a try.  Any one try these before?  

Not really gourmet dining at it's finest, but the picture on the bag looked promising. Look at all the broccoli.  Well, here is what it really looked like:

Heavy on the snap peas and one lone broccoli.  See it in the pic?  It wasn't bad, but needed more sauce than the packet it came with and luckily I had some hoisin sauce on hand.  Will I buy it again for our now family of 3 with Danny off at college?  Probably not.  It was supposed to serve 4 and we barley had enough for the three of us. Good thing I had the spring rolls with it.  

 

The lone frat room pic...

Today marks the first official day of college for my son Danny as classes start today.  It seems the  higher learning gods blessed him with a great schedule... none of his classes start before 9:30 and they end by 12:30.  Can you say LUCKY!!  (or blessed!)  After my last post about moving in, I was able to go back to Lincoln for a parent picnic for the fraternity.  To my amazement, the house looked better. After all they boys spent a whole day cleaning it...Danny had bathroom detail.  Ahh... the life of a pledge.  I was able to snap one picture. This is really how big his room is. Who would have thought that the fridge and roommate fit pretty well?!   Good luck Danny!!

Moving Day for Danny

Well, the moving day is over and he is all safe (hopefully) and sound in the frat house at UNL.  I did bring my camera but was so appalled at the sight of his floor and room that I couldn't bring myself to take any photos.  Let me paint you a picture... you see those big beautiful fraternity and sorority houses on tv and they are really pretty and well taken care of... well, it seems that his house didn't get that memo.  Now I know that it is a house full of 44 young men, and having had one of those young men living in our house, cleaning the bathroom or picking up trash on your floor wasn't at the top of the list.  But not having a door knob, a working lock or a fixed window is unacceptable.  So is having holes punched in the wall and broken furniture laying around.  Now back in my college days, our houses were relatively clean and unbroken, and if it was broken it was fixed before a new person moved in!  Times are different I suppose.  The boys don't seem to mind or care.  All of them! I wanted to run screaming from this house. With the help of Danny's roommate parents, we were able to give them a door lock, board up the broken window and secure the ac unit to the window sill. According to the frat president, the house manager/ maintenance guy will fix the door knob this week. Not holding my breath on that one...at least they have a working deadbolt with keys. Let the learning commence!

Ending of an era...turning of a page...

My life at the moment is a roller coaster. We take our son to college tomorrow!  Tomorrow!! This week has been one of the hardest for me since my father passed away 4 years ago. It doesn't help when PMS hits and my Crohn's decides to give me a little flair-up. Needless to say, I have been a weepy, crabby mess.  You really think you are ready for this wonderful, needed change but you aren't.  Most of my friends are in the same boat, minus the Crohn's and PMS I hope, as their children leave this weekend also.  We are  thinking of starting a whine with wine group next week.  :) 

 I think my low point for the week, was yesterday when I was shopping with Danny at Target, picking up toiletries for him and groceries for the house, when he picked up salsa to put in the cart.  I burst into tears!!  In Target! Over salsa!! Both of my kids just kinda smiled while I scurried to the bathroom to compose myself.  Watching your kids grow up is fun and exciting, but having one of them leave to go on his own, and not really "need" you anymore is tough. Eighteen years goes by in a blink of an eye!  Keep plenty of Kleenex handy.