Pi Day Brain Dump

1.  It's Pi Day!  But you knew that, right? March 14... 3-14...   C'mon, let your inner math geek out!  It even spells pie... if you use your imagination ;D

While the boys were out at the rifle range with Grandpa yesterday, I made these...

Apparently they got a little toasty on top, but oh the wonderful, appley/spicy smell!  We'll have the big one for dessert tonight, and the little one...

... the little Pi-pie is for Wyatt's math teacher.

But that's just dessert, for dinner I'm planning...

... oh, this is the real good stuff, turkey pot pie.  Yum!

2.  Tate got contacts yesterday.  And oh-my-goodness he could use your prayers.  He's having a bit of trouble getting them in and out right.   He gets REALLY frustrated.  Sometimes his stubborness is a great quality (he's not quitter), but sometimes... well... just please pray for the boy.  Right now he's blinking and tearing like a very, very sad owl.

3.  And if you feel like praying for us some more...  the boys get insurance through the government (since looooooong before Obama-care - ugh!).  Every year, their eligibility comes up in March and we have to submit proof-of-income.  If Kerry had a normal job, this would be easy-squeezy, just submit pay stubs.  (Of course, if he had a normal job we might actually have insurance, too, but that's pie-in-the-sky dreaming... ha ha, I made a Pi/pie joke.. NOT.)  But I digress... 

I need to submit a ton of info to the state.  And whatever I send won't be enough.  In true bureaucratic fashion, they'll tell me they need A, B, and C.  When I submit A, B, and C they'll tell me they need D, E, and F, and this cycle will continue for weeks.

Eventually we'll get approved and the boys will have their same insurance, and all will be well.  But in the meantime, Children's Hospital will be contacting the gov/insurance to get Tate's surgery approved and we don't want them to balk, like last time.  I thought I was going to lose my mind.  (Here, and here, if you'd like to share my misery  Or maybe feel like things aren't really so bad after all.)

4.  Wyatt will be taking a placement test tomorrow...  so he can got to the community college next fall.  College!  I'm still not used to putting Wyatt and college in the same sentence.

5.  Meanwhile, the boys left this for me earlier this week...

... if you don't get the joke, well, yah.  Actually, the only thing I get is the Old Spice reference.

6.  Wyatt was delighted to inform me that word on the street (at the public high school he attends) is that one of the teachers was previously in the Special Forces and is now banned from France.  This automatically makes him both fascinating and ultimately cool in the boys' eyes.  Let me say it again, banned from France.  The boys apparently agree with "Stormin' Norman" Schwartzkopf, who said, "Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without your accordian."

7.  You say tomato, I say to-mah-toe...  the boys occasionally order something from BudK.  Apparently that's a name, Bud K.  I'm sure he appreciates their business.  Not so much that they pronounce it sort of phonetically...  "buttock".

8.  I'm thinking of you, Dave...  actually, I don't think my brother ever reads the blog, but I made split pea soup for lunch, and that's his favorite.  And we had another loaf of homemade bread, because...

9.  I'm on a mission...  for bread.  See, our church gets this absolutely wonderful bread for communion.  And I want to be able to make it.  It's got whole wheat in it, but not exclusively (not as hockey-puck-dense as all whole wheat).  It's kind of sweet - probably honey.  And oh-so-tender.

I'm homing in on the recipe, but not quite there.  At least the boys will happily eat up all my prototypes!

10.  40/40...  I haven't forgotten the 40 bags in 40 days.  Maybe tomorrow I'll show you progress.

And that's today's round-up.  Now go make a Pi-pie.   You know you want to. ;D