Grits are common to the southern region of America and mostly mocked everywhere else. Think of a corn pudding and you'll be close. You have to salt the water when cooking them or they will never have any flavor (salting after the fact and you just taste... well... salt). There is a constant debate about how you should eat them. Just salt and butter? That's traditional. Add cheese? That's my favorite. Add sugar or honey? Those are the people that think they are eating oatmeal or the like.
I have come to the conclusion that if you don't grow up eating grits you will never acquire a taste for them.
Good morning, everyone.
Did I just say "morning?" Well, it is... for me anyway. Good evening to everyone else. I hate "good evening." It sounds so pretentious or something, doesn't it? It's not a natural greeting.
Good evening always makes me think of Alfred Hitchock. Remember the opening of his show? "Good Ev-ah-ni-ing."
The Hamburger Helper story had me in stitches. Yeah, like you were so thoughtless to make something he would normally enjoy and couldn't read his mind that he had decided to go on a FOUR DAY DIET. Four days? It takes me four months to lose any noticable amount of weight. Men.
And, I can relate to the "not having the drivers license" thing....when we left for the shore a couple weeks ago, DH didn't bring his wallet. I asked him "aren't you going to need it?" DH said "what for?" 
So I say, "Well, we ARE driving out of state, dontcha think it'd be a good idea to have your ID?" uugghh....(we weren't far and turned around to go back and get it)
So, is that a guy thing? I've lost count of how many Sundays we've headed off somewhere and DH didn't have his wallet. He tells me that it is because it is his day off and his "routine" is thrown off. Huh? So if you don't wake to an alarm, you forget to put your wallet in your pocket? How does that work?
I may be posting a "day-to-day" TR, if I feel so inclined. I leave on Friday!!!!
Friday!
We're going to get addicted to the "on location" Trippies...
Tomorrow is the first day of swim practice! 9 more days until the kiddies are back and I'm back to the old grind....sigh....
And only 6 more days until I'm a quarter of a century..
Man the end of August is depressing...
Depressing? You're *almost* 25 and planning a wedding.
Yeah, Penny!
5 more days!
Good Morning Everyone!
I've had an interesting morning. And for those of you taking notes, "interesting" in my house means "crappy".
Today was DS5s Lucky Duck Day at school. What is a Lucky Duck Day you ask? Well, give me a minute and I'll tell you. Lucky Duck Day is the day your child gets to be the Lucky Duck. They are the line leader... they get to bring something in for Show & Tell... they get to be the teacher's special helper... oh, yeah AND they get to provide the snack for the class.
These means that instead of being able to use the drop off driveway at school, I have to try to find a parking space in the tiny parking lot and help him haul in a bag of snacks and juice boxes. We need to leave early for that so that we don't run late and *GASP* have to go by the office for a tardy slip.
So, I'm up early... still feeling icky from my head cold (that I'm starting to think might be more like a sinus infection since it isn't going away)... and trying to get everyone moving so we can leave on time. DS5 was no problem. He was all excited about being Lucky Duck and all, but DS2 wasn't really in the mood to be bothered yet.
I'm watching the clock and trying to keep us on schedule when suddenly DS5 freaks out that he can't find the staff that goes with Tails (from Sonic the Hedgehog 2). Tails is what he has chosen for Show & Tell, but we can't possibly take Tails without his staff. The light-up staff is what makes him so cool.
Now, I'm watching the clock while I look for a 3 inch long piece of orange plastic. By some miracle, I locate the missing staff in his room and come triumphantly back into the kitchen to show him what a wonderful mother I am and he can stop losing his ever-lovin' mind over a stupid piece of plastic.
I walk into the kitchen and stop midstride. DS2 is squatting on the kitchen floor and... oh, how do I describe this scene... if you have a weak stomache or don't want TMI, stop reading now... okay, DS2 is squatting on the kitchen floor with his hand in the back of his Pampers Easy Ups. (We are in the middle of potty training him and he is quite fascinated with the whole process... especially when it involves Number 2.) He has taken some of what he found in the back of his Pampers and smeared it on my kitchen floor. It is all in his hands and elsewhere on his shirt.
I have to pick him up carefully by the armpits... take him straight to the tub... and wash him head to toe. Then I had to clean the kitchen floor. All the while, DS5 is whining and fretting that we are going to be late for his Lucky Duck Day.
We weren't late, but it was close.
They did NOT cover this in the prenatal classes. Breathe, breathe, push, push... and your done. Yeah, that was the easy part.
isn't reaclimating a pia?
i hate the fall
, wait, I mean "son" - if only I could get my hair to look like that without doing anything to it!:
hang in there
