One Lasagna, No Lasagna, Two Lasagna, One!

After a week of craving and no time to prepare it myself, I finally had all the elements in line to make Lasagna.  I had ingredients and time, two things I don't often have simultaneously.   So there I was on Saturday afternoon .... layer by layer, carefully laying noodles, sauce, beef and cheese one on top of the other and topped it all off with even more cheese.  Oh! It looked so good!  Time to preheat the oven......EH!  Ran out of time.  The time has now come to go over to Mommy Friesen's house..  But..but...I'm almost done.  I just have to bake it yet.....But.... No buts.  So I left my beautiful Lasagna on the table and walked away.  

Later, after bragging about my masterpiece awaiting to be completed and inviting people over to share in the Italian goodness, I left for home.  Got there.  Walked up the steps.  Looked at the table and there was not much left of my Lasagna. It was gone.  All of it...GONE!  All except for one noodle and some meat and sauce.  Cheese and sauce on the floor.  Mud everywhere.  A muddy partial paw print on my table next to my Lasagna pan.  FRITZ!   I was furious, but all I could do was laugh.  There lied my empty Lasagna pan on the table next to my new set of Correlle dishes, a pitcher of water just on the edge - everything, right where I left it except for the one piece of a muddy paw print.  It almost looked like he pulled the seat out, sat at the table, had his Lasagna, pushed the chair back and left.  The pan itself hadn't seemed to be moved.

And there was Fritz,  guilt written all over his face, inching himself into the house.  Face down. Tail under. Pointy ears not-so-pointy.  Very humbled.  But a mad "Daddy" says Fritz! Route! And out he goes.

After observing, laughing and cleaning up, we decide to take pity on the poor guy and give him the rest he forgot to eat.  Fritz!!  Fritz!! Here boy! Come Hia! Not a sound.  Friiiiiiiitttttzzzzz! Nobody.  Not a peep. Someone had a serious guilt trip but it didn't last long. Oh, no!

This morning, I washed the floor and placed the leftover, doggie slobbered Lasagna in a disposable plate on the counter, then I cooked up stuff to make another Lasagna.  No cheese.  Darn.  Went to Mom's... no cheese there either.  Double darn. No Lasagna....again!?  I go back home and there he was.  Sitting in the middle of the house... my clean floor was muddy all over again....the kitchen? A disaster!  Plastic plate with left over Lasagna? On the floor. Empty.  Along with all my soup packages from the bottom shelf.  FRITZ! OUT!  It's safe to say: Fritz loves Italian.

It's a good thing I hadn't had that Lasagna ready yet otherwise, I may not have had any.  Husband came home with  Vanilla Seaweed and found frozen cheese at Mom's.  I put it all together - not the Seaweed -  and we had lunch at 2:00 in the afternoon. It took all week, but I finally had the Lasagna I was craving and I got to share it with the most amazing man in the world!  No sign of Fritz in the afternoon though... but I'm pretty sure he'll think we've forgotten by tomorrow and he'll be going on like nothing ever happened.

What about Jack?

The following is the train of thought within a state of mindnumbing boredom.....

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

"All play and no work makes Jack a lazy boy."

Why can't Jack just work and play sometimes, you know? Couldn't Jack work on something he thought was fun?  Or couldn't Jack go out on weekends or something? Why are we all casting judgement on poor Jack anyway? Do we know what kind of relationship he had with his parents? What if he has no parents. Poor Jack.  What if Jack works all the time to find his parents and didn't turn up anything?  Who are we to question Jack's motives for working all the time or playing all the time?  We don't know Jack well enough.   In fact, how many of us have actually met Jack?  What if jack thinks we're the dull ones! O_O What if Jack is actually the one with the upper hand.  What if we are all oblivious to something that Jack is fully in tune with......Ever thought about that?  Why don't we enlighten ourselves and be a friend of Jack?  Maybe Jack needs a friend.....or maybe he doesn't.  We don't know.  Fact is....nobody cared to ask Jack.  Poor Jack.  He must be so secure in himself to not care that some people call him dull and others call him lazy.  He probably thinks we're all crazy....and we sit here (or stand) calling him names.

Poor Jack.  He has to live and listen to us make up stories of him and Jill getting water from a well and busting his head when he was coming home.  He probably feels like the world just makes up stories about him so that they can have something to talk about.  I mean, seriously, where do we get off telling our kids about Jack going up a hill with Jill to get water.  Like, can't a guy go to a well with a girl?  Why does the whole world have to know that he busted his head and Jill fell down too.  Nobody said what happened to Jill.  It was all about Jack and how he bust his head open.  Nothing about Jill.  Jack just lives a life of constant criticism.  I feel sorry for him.  Maybe one day the world will leave him alone and start talking about Jill or John or Bob. Nobody ever talks about Bob.  Maybe one day people will stop talking about people in general and just start talking about love, God, food, their dog - or nothing at all.  Maybe. One day.  Someday.