Domesticating Paddy

As some of you know, I was recently laid off from the day job. To be precise, it has been three weeks. I have not been laid off since 1991 and there was a point when I worked and played hard ~ every, single, day. Now I have all this time on my hands, unemployment is near twenty percent in the middle of the mitten and prospects look bleak. Nice little vacation right? Blow it off, hang, do some fun stuff, for heaven's sake monkey boy, write like the wind! Yeah.. about that.

I have been doing just that, writing like the wind. So much so in fact, that my hands cramp and I get these serious headaches by early evening. Suffering for your art right? I admit, it sounds like I am whining, but I am not. It has been cool. But there is more to the day then just that. I figured what the heck, better 1/2 is working, I can do all the household chores, do a Mr. Mom gig. Yeah.. about that too.

I thought what the heck, I would invade the domain of better 1/2 by whipping the kitchen into shape, organize the pantry. I even started cleaning the closet of doom, unearthing who knows what. Today I was multitasking, write a bit, do some laundry, do last nights dishes, you know, putter between paragraphs, pitch in and do all those things, everything I could so better 1/2 gets a break. Figured it might slow down the finger cramping, the brain and eye cramping.

Tomorrow is the big game day and Steph(better 1/2) was baking cookies this morning, all done and cooling on the counter. I had put away plates in the cupboard and was checking the laundry cause I unbalanced the washer.. again. Sure enough, it rattled so bad, the plates I had apparently precariously perched on the shelf, came crashing done, breaking all over the still warm cookies. I filled a bag with broken plates, five or six I think, and the still warm cookies with broken plate stuck in them. Yeah.. I oops'd pretty bad.

Today I was going to blog about my new passion for Food Network and the, now apparently crazy, idea that I would try my hand at baking(our pantry has five one pound bags of flour? why?). I can't cook water, I can barely operate a microwave. But, I thought it would be fun to bake brownies(three mixes in the pantry of holding), you know, surprise everyone, how hard can it be? I can read and follow directions and turn a knob. I just can't stack plates, which is now painfully obvious. I say why not, we have a fire extinguisher and it can't be any worse then me running over my hand with a power sander right?

Well you have been warned, fellow wanders. I am going to try my hand at cooking and see if I can't have some fun. Oh and write like the wind too. Its either that or find a job soon. I think I'll go shopping for an apron, maybe con someone(gammie sheeple?) in to stitching Kiss the Paddy on it.

Its gonna be fun, trust me.

Comments

[Jenny Hudock]

Wow. What a kitchen catastrophe. I hope the brownies turn out okay. :D

[Stephanie (aka Better 1/2 )]

yeah, it was an official catrostrophic MELTDOWN. the cookies were a wash.. last nights brownies didnt survive to the "event" .. and sweetie.. the reason you normally arent allowed in the kitchen is because you cant tell that the 5 bags of flour you've been pitching fits over are actually 5 lb bags of flour.. not one pound. Make ya a deal, you write, i bake. if you continue to invade my kitchen , i shall invade the blog! and we really dont want that do we??? :D

[Jason Baker]

LOL! wow!! sounds like my wife!!

Paddy I am sorry to hear your one of the many without a job, recently my Mom a long standing and experienced Registered Nurse was laid off.

I hope you find something soon Best wishes from my family to yours.

[Patrick]

No worries man. I get lots of time with the tyke, help out more around the house, break dishes, and write like the wind. Now finding a job, well.. that may be tough. We may run out of plates first!