I always look forward to Sunday Mass but a friend arrived home for vacation, yesterday, so we are all looking forward to seeing him today. That's the trouble with children . . . they grow up, go back and forth on planes, and act . . . well, grown up! It doesn't seem to take long, either!
Discovered a way to make a 'crunchy' cake frosting without nuts! I made a chocolate layer cake and added crushed candy cane to the fudge frosting. It was a success and gave just enough peppermint to the cake to make it interesting but now overpowering. My son had it for breakfast so I guess it passed inspection.
Staying up until midnight this evening as my son's second try at registering for college classes is tomorrow and I want to be on the computer a minute after midnight in hopes of getting at least a couple of classes. It isn't much fun for an eighteen year old to have to sit out his first semester at college because there wasn't enough room at the community college. It's a misguided State Government that wants to enforce the Dream Act for undocumented students when they can't even provide for the ones born and raised here. A friend with an earlier registration has been kind of watching the classes and told us that as of yesterday, there were no more English or Biology classes available. Not sure what we are going to do if my son can't get anything again and miss out on an entire year of college . . . What was supposed to be his first year of college!
Looking forward to the rest of the week, however! My oldest daughter is coming home, diploma in hand, from college. Over the weekend, we pick up my youngest daughter. She graduated in September but stayed at the college to pick up some extra classes that apply to her ultimate goal.
I think we have 'lived out of the refrigerator' as far as we can this week! Last night's dinner was more interesting than usual. Time to find some meat on sale.
The wind has finally stopped and rain is in the forecast. It has been beautiful and relatively pleasant during the day but you can always feel the cold creep in under the door when the sun goes down.
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