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Ends, Odds

School starts here at the end of the week.  Wrong.  So wrong.  

And yet, I get excited seeing school supplies in the stores.  That speaks more to my love of paper and things to mark on them with, though.

This wouldn't make it as a lunch box staple, needing to be served warm and all . . .  But, have you ever heard of grilled peanut butter and jelly?  I was making myself a grilled cheese the other day, and decided to give it a try.  It's really, really good. 

My children have played Pokemon since the very beginning.  In fact, I vividly remember the day a VHS tape arrived in the mail, introducting a new TV show with this little yellow guy:
They have both played every Pokemon game that has ever come out, so, of course, they got right into Pokemon Go.  I'm playing now, too.  It's a lot of fun, actually, though I'm not into the battling as much as the finding.  It's interesting, the little creatures that are all around you, that you'd never noticed before.  ;)

For some reason, I'm on a knitting run of square hats:
I've made child and adult versions.  They've never grabbed me like this before.

There've been dark, rumbly thunderstorms late in the last few days.  As a matter of fact, one is bubbling up outside right now.  The cats would normally be hiding, but they all realize that it's almost feeding time.  Funny how their internal clocks kick in for things like that. . .


  1. I love grilled peanut butter and jelly. Have you tried dipping it in beaten egg first? So, so good!

  2. I agree, it seems cruel to have school in the heat of August! My GK's school starts mid-month.....

  3. Super square hat- what pattern do you use? I'd love to try it. My boys are obsessed with pokemon go and I admit I like it a lot too. It's an adventure. Atticus loves to use his "instance" to attract Pokemon (incense) and has successfully done so. Holden likes to evolve them. I like to incubate and hatch the eggs they collect. Just call me Horton.

  4. When I was a kid, my mom always made herself a grilled pb&j when she made grilled cheese for my dad and me.

  5. Oh boy. Grilled pb and j sounds amazing. I was starting to worry about you because you slowed a bit with posts. GLad you are up to snuff! Pokemon and all dear Kim

  6. I despise PB&J together. I love jelly/jam, and could live on PB, but the two together? Never.
    Grilled PB would be terrific though!


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