Thursday, November 4, 2010

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to my right...

I have class two nights a week for four hours each. Five pm until nine pm Monday and Wednesday nights are rough. My Monday night Linguistics class is a little abstract and after listening to a babbling two year old all day it takes some time for me to wrap my brain around it. So I get to class at least an hour early to go over my notes, finish any reading and generally...take off my mom hat. There are numerous problems with this. First, I have to set up the room. The prof insists that we sit in a U-shape so we can "collaborate" more effectively. Yeah, and the two woman who still insist on sitting in the middle of the U are really sharing in that plan. Second, I have no say in who I sit by. I'm left to the mercy of the seating gods.

And apparently, they don't like me so much right now.

For the past few weeks I have been sitting between the equivalents of the clown and the joker. The clown on my left is a unassuming, younger girl. She laughs a lot. I thought we were going to be friends. And then she whipped out here laptop. Really. No body else in the entire department uses a laptop to take notes; and she doesn't either. She spends her time on Facebook and chatting with friends all the while those annoying little keys are tap, tap, tapping away in my ear.*t.crazy.

On my right is the joker. Except, he's not funny. He carries a gallon of nursery water to class every night and inadvertently spills a least a cupful on the tables by the time we take our first break. This I can forgive, I understand the importance of hydrating. No, this is also the guys that "talks" to the prof during the whole lecture. Every sentence the prof says this guy answers under his breath, "Sure, yeah, oh, ok. Yeah, I see what you're saying." I am about ready to claw my ears out, request an ASL interpreter and never hear the sound of my dear daughter again.

But, you see, I'm a creature of habit. I'm sure you're all thinking that I should just move places! New people to sit by, no more annoying classmates! &In truth, that would probably solve my problem, but I have been sitting in the same seat, in the same spot, in every classroom I have inhabited since my undergraduate career began. I can't help it. I feel comfortable there; I can see the board, hear the professor, but safely enclosed by the rest of my classmates. It's the perfect position.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Beans, Beans, the Magical...

I'm still working into getting a groove with this school, blog, life thing.  Thank you for being patient!  I'm thinking right now that I will blog on Tuesday and Thursday.  That's the goal and I will try to stick to it.  But that's enough meta talk for tonight.

I just made the best dinner.  The Mr. just recently went vegetarian again and it's been a little bit of a struggle with me being pregnant and craving meat/protein and one very picky toddler.  Add in two nights a week when a sitter watches the Little Lady plus one night of Daddy and Me class and you have one meal planning nightmare.  But, I may have found a solution!

Quesadillas and burritos are huge in our house.  I love anything with taco seasoning and the Little Lady will eat a cheese quesadilla like there's no tomorrow.  So tonight I decided to make homemade refried black beans to go with it.  I'm not sure if there were very authentic, or if they were truly refried, but they were damn tasty.  Here's my partial recipe.

MP's "Refried" Black Beans

2 Cups of Black Beans 
Use dried, try this quick and easy method,
or canned are fine
Garlic Powder
Onion Powder
Chili Powder
4 oz can of Green Chiles

1. Take about half of the beans and mash them up in a bowl.
2. Add all of the beans to a small pot.
3. Add seasonings to taste and the can of chiles.  
Don't forget the salt!  Beans need salt to make them taste good.
4. Add a bit of water and keep mashing until the beans are
creamy and of beany consistency.  
5. Taste.  Adjust Seasonings if needed.
6. Use as desired!

A very quick and easy way to get dinner on the table and nutritious and delicious to boot.  Try it.  The Mr. got his in a burrito form since it was easier to transport.  Even the Little Lady choked some down.  And that, if nothing else, makes them a success.

Bon Appetit!