I'm making meatloaf for dinner. Stuffed with mushrooms and served with mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn pudding. Nothing remarkable about it but, Katie will be bringing home friends to eat.

You know it's getting close to the end of the month when the 20 somethings come home to eat. It means they've spent the grocery dollars for the month, and don't want to break into the money they've set aside for "partying".

Katie doesn't even eat meat. I'll make a 3 lb meatloaf and sit stunned, while Luke and Ryan see who can eat the most in the quickest amount of time. A skinny 14 year old against a hungry 20 year old, it's quite a competition.

I'm thinking about making a blueberry pie for dessert. I read yesterday that blueberries are antioxidants and basically the best fruit you can eat. Maybe Katie can roll the dough out for me? I not real sure of my dough rolling skills, I haven't tried to use a rolling pin since the stroke.

It's very odd that I'd be thinking about what to make for dinner at 9:30 in the morning. I have to plan though. Making a meatloaf isn't a big deal when you have strength in both your hands. Peeling potatoes used to be a chore done while watching TV, now it's an accomplishment completed with strict concentration. If I cut myself I'll bleed like a fountain because of the plavix, and the bleeding ruins the potatoes - lol. And the corn pudding - well, I still haven't bought the electric can opener. So that's a half hour shot, opening three cans of corn and a can of sweetened condensed milk. Physical therapy my @#$, my husband has trouble with our 17 year old can opener, I see it as a continual therapy.

So, I'm making a meatloaf for dinner. And in my little world, it's something to brag about. Kind of ironic and just a little sad, I'm making a meatloaf for dinner, and I'm proud of myself for doing it.