Update: Decision Pie

Due to the overwhelming response (please note my sarcasm), Decision Pie had moved into the next level of voting.
I've decided to expand the poll-ees to include any friend I happen to bump into over the course of the holiday weekend. I plan of having pie in hand, for picture reference and convenient taste testing. Hopefully my friends and family's collective minds will settle on the perfect name (and not only agree that I'm the crazy lady who shoves pie at them).
Tune in Tuesday the 5th for the much anticipated answer (yes again, sarcasm).

Sorrow

When someone you love is aching, how do you help them through? Coping is something that can't be wrapped up in a bow or slipped into a card.

When my family hurts, I hurt. I joke for fear of crying. I try to be there for them. I try not be there too long. To give space.

My family is hurting. I haven't been there, in this place where they are now, I don't know what they need, what to say.

I know how I feel. Bewildered; my doe eyed naivete smashed, stomped on and handed back. I am sad, angry, numb.

I'm not in that place. I'm looking down at them trying to steady the ladder for their long climb back to "normalcy."

I can only imagine their sadness, their anger. Their strength and hope. For they are strong and hopeful people and in time I trust they will feel that in themselves again.

Decision Pie

Yesterday I made a quick mention of caving to my crabbyness and fixing a dessert. Ritz Cracker Pie was the result (the one I initially forgot to buy the Ritz crackers for...) In general when I mention to Hubby Mikey that I'll be making this particular treat, he responds with a luke warm "woohoo" at best. He's commented that it is the name alone that puts him off. I'd like to settle on a new name for the pie, but decided to poll the few who read this blog to pick a name for me.
I won't be able to post a picture of the pie tonight, but will do my best to describe it in writing.

Picture a crust of crumbled Ritz crackers topped with a light and slightly nutty meringue. The bulk of the pie consists of a fluffy thick white layer comprised mostly of whipped topping with pineapple strewn about. This is all topped with a sprinkle of shredded coconut.

Would you name this dessert:
A. Paradise pie (pineapples send me on vacation)
B. Pineapple cloud pie (because clouds of pineapples sound yummy)
C. Pineconut pie (because I like silly names)
D. Ritz cracker pie (just leave well enough alone)
E. Something else (because I'm much more clever at this naming thing than you)

Thanks in advance for helping with the pie problem, hopefully a name change will make the pie sound appealing to HM in the future :)

One of those days

It's funny how when I try to prepare myself for the week ahead - like grocery shopping on Sunday - I end up forgetting to set up some of the most important bits - like buying Ritz crackers for the Ritz cracker pie I'm going to make. Now I'm stuck with a to-do list I'd hoped to avoid. Another trip to the store in on the agenda, this time with both kiddiewinks in tow (something the Sunday trip didn't include). We also had a snafu with the milk people so there was no milk to greet me this morning - a not welcome predicament when I'm trying to wean Sweetiepeas.
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Just one of those days.
I sat down to write this post about ten times today. What I have above is as far as I got. It wasn't a bad day, just filled with interruptions.
Breakfast - clean house - cranky kids - snack- fix lunch- HM home to eat - nap time - go to mall - buy drapes - come home - put up drapes - curse rods - call store - curse store - curse finials - stare at half finished project - curse windows - cranky kids - dish out snacks - start dinner - HM home from work - eat dinner - curse about project to HM - go to Target - buy more drapes - come home - decide it's best to drop project and make dessert instead.