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I haven’t participated in Random Tuesday Thoughts for awhile, so here we go. Grab the the purple button, link up with Keely, and play along.
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Is it just me, or is there something infinitely comforting in the knowledge there’s a full carton of half-and-half in the refrigerator at work?
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We returned to White Feather Meats yesterday and ordered an entire pig – and extra baby back ribs, much to Beloved’s delight.
We’ve decided to name our pig Arnold. Beloved kept wanting to call him Wilbur, but I read Charlotte’s Web too many times as a child and cannot eat a Wilbur, even if he is “some pig.”
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Okay, it is my opinion that The Learning Channel has simply gone too far.
We are heading to Hocking Hills the first week of August where we will converge with Oldest Son, Darling Daughter and her significant other, The Young One, Jolly and her significant other and the G Man, and Beloved’s Only Niece (who is just a hoot and a half) to terrorize frolic in the various parks there for four days. One of the things we want to do is rent one of those pontoon “party” boats for a day and let the kids spend their leisure time falling diving into Lake Logan.
Jolly, however, adamantly refused (at first) to let us take the G Man into the lake. Not on the lake, but in the water itself. Why you ask?
Because she watched a show on The Learning Channel about some flesh-eating virus that lives in fresh-water lakes.
Thank you, TLC, for forcing Beloved and me to point out that we’ve both swam in many lakes in the nearly 50 years we’ve both been on this earth and not only is our flesh still in tact, there’s far too much of it.
Can someone point me in the direction of a lake with a fat-eating virus, please?
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Darling Daughter recently acquired a kitten when the management of her apartment made her find another home for her rottweiler mix puppy (even after they told her there were no “breed restrictions”). Until recently, the kitten had no name – I believe they were simply calling her “Kitty.”
She has one now, according to Darling Daughter’s most recent Facebook status: Princess KittySkankButtface.
Seems like an awfully long name to burden a poor kitten with, if you ask me.
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I have been plagued by nightmares lately. And as afraid of the dark as I am, my nightmares rarely, if ever, include monsters. No, my nightmares always have something terrible happening to one of my kids.
There’s nothing like getting up at 2 a.m. to IM your eldest child, knowing he will still be awake, to make sure he’s all right and to remind him to look both ways before he crosses the street.
Those bus drivers never look where they’re going.
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Since we’re on the subject of nightmares, I started to have a doozy of one last night. Started, but didn’t finish because I made myself wake up. In it, I was approached by The Young One, who said he had something to tell me. I waited patiently enough, figuring I knew what it was, when the word “vampire” came out of his mouth and I immediately made myself snap out of it.
Apparently, I can handle being told that my kid is gay, but not a gay sparkly vampire.
(However, if the history in the internet browser on The Young One’s computer is anything to judge by, the boy is definitely NOT gay. You didn’t know Mom checked on that, did you dear?)
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Oddly enough, I haven’t had a nightmare about Darling Daughter in awhile, which is odd since she is the one zooming around Las Vegas on a damn scooter.
Maybe the fact she’d name her poor cat Princess KittySkankButtface is frightening enough.
(Oh, I kid – Mother loves you and you know it.)
Well, here it is Tuesday again, and for once I wish it were still Monday. But I’m still putting up the purple button and linking back to Keely, Proprietress Of All Things Random.
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It’s the first day of June, so a new header and color scheme is up at the Sushi Bar. I’m especially pleased with my header, because it is the first one using a photo I took myself rather than stock photography. It’s a macro shot of one of the blooms on the sage that is taking over the side of my house in my herb garden; I like it because it’s a flower, but food related. Well, and it’s pretty.
You’ll also see some other minor changes. I’ve moved the blogrolls to a page of it’s own at the top. It was simply getting out of hand and consuming my sidebar. There’s also a form on the Contact Me page, and I’ve added a more prominent RSS feed to my sidebar so visitors don’t have to scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page if they wish to subscribe to my blog. There’s also a little social bookmarking toolbar at the end of the bottom of each post now, if you should wish to share any of my drivel.
I’m nothing if not a cockeyed optimist.
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I read Nourishing Traditions by Sally Fallon this past week, as a follow-up to some research I’ve been doing. The result? I am absolutely appalled at the Standard American Diet. And we are no exception – I have always made a conscious effort to stay away from the processed crap at the grocery store, but even we are eating much more poorly than we should.
So, this weekend was a saga of buying a freezer and hunting down a local source of 100% grass-fed, pastured beef – which was much easier than I ever expected. But rather than bore you with that (I plan to do that sometime next week), let’s just suffice to say that I also made a foray into the land of granola-crunchers local health food store, and this morning I am eating 100% organic yogurt made from whole, un-homogenized milk mixed with some raw honey and flaxseed oil for breakfast.
I’m sure I’ll get used to the flavor. Gawd, I hope I get used to the flavor…
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As you may have discerned from my title, I am going to participate in NaBloPoMo this month, which basically means I am going to post every single day for the month of June. It also basically means you’re going to see a lot of photos if you mosey on over here on the weekends. I did this last year in July, so I have some idea of what I’m getting myself in to for a change.
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And what would a Random Tuesday Thoughts post be without some random cuteness?
Random Cuteness
And that’s all I have for today. Have a lovely Random Tuesday, y’all.
I’m short on random today, but let’s all throw up the purple button, link back to Keely, have a little more coffee and make an effort, m’kay?
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And in the spirit of this post, in which I need more coffee (to say nothing of inspiration), this week’s Spin Cycle is all about The Prom. Fortunately for me I participated in this particular Spin last year around this time, so I feel it is perfectly acceptable to link to that post here.
If you haven’t read it, it’s worth a glance (it involves pink champagne and gay bars); if you have – well, the picture of me in all of my glorious 1981 stylishness – pink dress and white shoes – is still there. Go have yourself a good laugh.
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Have I mentioned that I need more coffee? And that I’m a bit brain-dead this morning?
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So…for my ease and your enjoyment, some random pictures of the G-Man:
The G Man Grineth
We Love The Zoo, Don't We Grandpa?
Quite The Profile
Okay...You Can Stay On The Lawn...
Gettin' Down With The Grandpa
Have a lovely Random Tuesday, y’all.
Tuesday. Random. Purple button. Keely. Do it.
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An IM I received from Oldest Son the day after Cinco de Mayo:
“I really don’t get why people are racist. Both the Mexicans and the Irish gave us holidays where everyone drinks a lot on a Wednesday.”
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Dear Spammers:
I DO NOT NEED VIAGRA OR A CHEAP WATCH. MY HUSBAND DOES NOT NEED VIAGRA OR A CHEAP WATCH. NO ONE I KNOW NEEDS VIAGRA OR A CHEAP WATCH. LEAVE ME THE &$%! ALONE.
Thanks ever so much,
Someone Who is Sick of Deleting Your Crap
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Well, it turned out Darling Daughter was 100% correct: According to USA Today, the most popular baby names this year are Isabella and Jacob.
*HEADDESK*
(I guess “Edward” is too dorky a name, no matter how much you sparkle.)
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So. In order to live up to the challenge I’ve given myself to eat low carb but keep it exciting, I’ve been perusing all sorts of recipes and cookbooks. The other day, Beloved and I were eating lunch at our kitchen table while he did a Sudoku puzzle and I flipped through a recent acquisition for my cookbook library.
“A Taste of France?” Beloved asked, looking at the title of the book.
“Mm-hmm,” I replied. “There’s lots of good stuff in here.”
“Really? I’d have thought the dirt in France pretty much tastes the same as the dirt here in America.”
Smart ass.
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I’m in the kitchen the other night cooking dinner while Beloved is watching television. Slightly familiar music comes on, followed after awhile by the sound of breaking glass.
“Generations is coming on,” I observe.
“Damn – you’re good,” says Beloved.
Why, yes. I am. *wiggles eyebrows*
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That being said…
Note to self: A very hot blueberry consumed while testing out a new recipe that sounded much better than it tasted will BURN your throat.
OUCH.
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It will require a minimum of three sugar free Popsicles to soothe said burnt throat.
(More than four and you’ll spend all night in the bathroom. Stoopid sugar alcohols.)
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And last, but not least, two more reasons why The Young One is such a good kid:
1) He does the dishes after dinner without being asked and
B)
Loves Animals and Children
I just love him to death, and that’s no joke.
One of the search terms used to find my blog last month: Atomic weight of grits.
I don’t even want to know what kind of dish you’re preparing that you need to know that.
But as search terms go, I guess it’s better than sex with garden veggies.
*sigh*
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Why is it that the minute I decide to announce that I’m going to eat low carb, I begin to crave – in massive quantities, I might add – corny dogs and cinnamon toast.
I don’t even like corny dogs and cinnamon toast that much.
*sigh*
Hopefully plenty of steak and wedge salad will help distract me.
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What was that? No…no scallops. The recipe called for fermented black beans and since that’s not something you can just grab off the shelf at the grocery store (at least in Podunk), it required a trip to the tiny little Asian market down the street from our office.
Which is closed on Mondays.
*sigh*
So I had…grilled meat and salad.
But it was good! It was good!
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One of the great truths of life:
If you eat half the bacon you fry up for your salads before dinner, you’re very likely not going to be hungry when the steak comes off the grill.
*sigh*
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But you’ll eat the steak and salad anyway.
*sigh*
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Speaking of steaks, I had Beloved drop me off at the grocery store so I could pick up steaks for dinner while he ran an errand. I finished my errand before he finished his, so I was standing out front of the store when he drove up. Behind the windshield, I could see him carrying on in a very heated manner, but he was not on his cell phone.
He pulled up, red in the face and agitated looking, and turned down the radio as I got in the car.
“You’ve been listening to NPR again, haven’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah…”
He really should know better than that.
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Last week, on the morning we heard about Fat on a Stick, we decided to stop by Einstein Bros. Bagels for breakfast. Beloved asked me what I was going to get, and I told him, “The usual – a turkey sausage and cheddar egg sandwich on a green chile bagel.”
Then I observed, “They’re going to upcharge me for the ‘premium’ bagel, though.”
“How much?”
“Seventy cents.”
“JEEEEEZ!” exclaims Beloved. “Seventy cents for some canned green chiles??”
“Well, there’s cheese on it too, you know,” I said.
“For seventy cents it’s fucking fromage.”
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For more Random Tuesday Thoughts, head on over to Keely’s – I’m sure the heavy breathing there is a lot more fun.