I'm NOT Organized and These are MY Cookies

This morning the roofer stopped by to tell Mike that he couldn't work on our roof today. He was limping. Uh-oh. But that is not the reason he couldn't work for us. He couldn't work for us because he had to work for another man who was yelling at him to finish the job.

This means I COULD have slept in all day. But I couldn't. Instead I had to get up early anyway to go to my friend's clothing party she hosted in her fantastic, perfect home. Where she serves delicious quiches and homemade strawberry shortcake and more. Lots of spanky women came. How are all these women up and running and arrived at appointed destination by 9:15 AM, and in their right mind?? Even clothed, even though they came to buy clothes. Beats me.

I struck up a big conversation with this adorable lady. She moved to a different house over the summer and had to pack up her belongings, pretty much all by herself, in three short summer weeks. Of course she has two young school age children and a husband. Of course she works (for herself, she's a designer/decorator). Of course she sells jewelry on the side. And has her Real Estate license. Of course she always looks totally put together. Of course she's just as peppy as they come and very social. OF COURSE she's just the total package. I'm telling you, it's nauseating. But she was SO NICE, too. OF COURSE. I loved her. She told me, because I had to know how she swings all this, how she keeps organized. She keeps organized because she LOVES IT. It makes her feel so good to know her house is in order, she can sigh Relief and feel Rested and Relaxed, The Triple R Blessing. In fact, if her house is in disarray she feels constricted, like someone has their hands around her neck. Wow, I wish my claustrophobia worked in that direction. Instead, I have a fear of the Communists taking over and locking me in a car trunk for torture. I would say The Neat Lady's Claustro leads to a lot more productivity than my claustro, wouldn't you? Actually, she is very good friends with my friend who hosted the party, and they are like two peas in that pod. If you toss in Penelope Cruz, who also cleans closets for therapy, as I'm mentioned, you can make that three peas in that pod. This girl today said that she can holler from the other room to tell her mother, The powdered sugar is on the middle shelf of the pantry in the left front corner. Me, I don't even know if I have powdered sugar, and if I do where is it and how old might it be? Her mother isn't organized and wonders how her daughter came about it. The daughter actually helps her mom get organized from time to time and it lasts about one day, so she gives up, I guess they both give up. This marvel of a human being told me she had ALWAYS been crazy particular and organized. So there you have it, you are born with this capacity for neatness and cleverness, or you are not. I am not. She emphasized that life runs so much more smoothly if you make a habit of doing things like constantly cleaning out your kids' closets. Well, I'm going to have to turn into a copy of this lady. It's impossible, I know, because she doesn't require sleep, but I'm going to have to do it anyway. And she's funny, too. Why not?

So, the TEN MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION. Is the roofer coming tomorrow?? The shingles came today, they were forklifted up to the roof. There they are, all in cute little stacks. I SERIOUSLY HOPE Mr. Bumfoot shows tomorrow because it is supposed to get cold and rainy this weekend. Tomorrow is Friday. OF COURSE. Just like when you get crucially ill, like with the Swine Flu, on Friday at 6:00 PM and the doctor won't be in the office again until Monday AM. Well, I'm going to go take two Advil PM'S and see what that does for me.

One last thing. After choir practice tonight we had cake in honor of someone's birthday. I knew this lady was bringing the cake, she is famous baker in our church. But dadgum, she bought the cake from Publix, same place as famous fight over ice cream flavors, read yesterday's blog. I was counting on one of her sinful homemade desserts. I have tasted this lady's pound cake and it is, hands down, the best cake I have ever tasted. She's not one to fret over a few thousand calories and all kinds of bad kinds of fat in a single slice of cake. Not her. Not me. I like her. So tonight I said, Wow, I need your pound cake recipe. She said it's called Kentucky Butter Cake and it is so great, especially with the buttery sugary glaze poked down through the cake. Pure decadence. And she found it when it was circulating online or something. Man, I have bad luck with recipes that come from chain emails. One I tried was Microwave Cupcake In a Coffee Cup, or something. It was easy enough, so I made it. I couldn't make it immediately because it called for an egg and I didn't have an egg. But I was very curious, I like cupcakes, remember my cherry cupcakes, you do if you read my blog a month ago. So I promised myself to have an egg by the morrow. And I did have an egg the next day and I made the cupcake-in-a-coffee-cup. It was absolutely vulcanized, and tasteless, too. Which didn't stop me from eating part of it, because it was my handiwork, after all. The other part I graciously offered to Mike. But he knows my tricks, he knows that if Microwave Cupcake had been delicious he would have had none of it. I'm kinda stingy about food, ain't that awful? Once as a kid I had my own private box of Girl Scout cookies. We were in the car and my sister and mother wanted one of my cookies, and I said, NO. Even then the burning red shame rolled over me, wave upon wave. My nephew is stingy with food, too. It was his birthday today. Same nephew who shops with me for vacation food (read post from a couple weeks ago). What a pair we are, eh? It's a wonder we didn't padlock our own personal food in our own private cupboards and post signs KEEP OUT OF OUR STASH IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU -- and, oh yeah, everyone have a happy vacation.

Okay, I'm just rattling tonight. Tomorrow I promise MYSELF to write about America's Favorite Pastime, which starts with a "B" but it ain't Baseball. Does this ring a bell with anyone? It does if you've been nice little blogees and reading my blog. Baseball season IS winding down, that's my deadline, the World Series. DEADline. Who thought of THAT? It's so insinuating.

Going to Google Kentucky Butter Cake, Kentucky is a GREAT State, almost like Michigan,
KEM