These oranges were grown just for me, and my little family. A lot of seemingly random things fell into place and here they are, in our kitchen. Someone nurtured them with us in mind . . . we are blessed, and every once in a while, I realize it, and appreciate it.

asparagus

the word asparagus brings to mind a picture of the green edible, on a fancy white platter with expensive gold edging, on a fancy white clothed table and some older, prim, woman, (see Mrs. Peacock here), across from you, gasping, with her hand on her throat, shocked, and rather indignant, of what you have just done, as you feel a mischievous grin growing on your face and the sparkle in your eye getting brighter.



asparagus

chocolate fried pickles - taste just like PB&J

Sometimes I get the feeling that my little girl is tuning me out. This morning she answered everything I said with, "uh-huh." So I asked her, "do you eat chocolate fried pickles with your toes?"  She answered the same, "uh-huh," even nodding her head. I looked at her pointedly and repeated, "Do you eat CHOCOLATE FRIED PICKELS... with your toes?" 
"Uh-huh."
"What do they taste like?" 
"Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!" She grinned. 
Sometimes I get the feeling that my daughter is really the Cheshire Cat.

Blogger: Random Question Prompt

From my Blogger profile:

Random Question: 

Describe the sound of a moist waffle falling onto a hot griddle.

I'm just going to pick on the question. I mean, it’s called “Random Question” but it’s not even posted as a question. And taking it just as a writing prompt statement, did they write it that way just to twist your brain to all the different ways it could be interpreted? Is the waffle "moist" because it's still in BATTER FORM? Or is there a special waffle trend that I've been completely left out of where you make a waffle, somehow soggify it and then throw it on a hot griddle? Maybe so. Perhaps I shall Google twice cooked waffles. On the other hand, did a moist but cooked waffle somehow get air born and happen to land in a hot griddle? This may or may NOT be the intended waffle landing site. If so, assuming a person was there, it would be a simultaneous dull thud and "OH CRAP!" Of course, if there was no one there to hear the waffle fall in the assumed kitchen, would it actually make any noise?

anything is possible when you are five

Good ol' technology. With it, I can order a pizza while I'm sitting in my pj's in Idaho to be delivered in somewhere in Texas for my hubby and have it delivered within the hour. Unfortunately, my five year old thought that we'd get a duplicate of the pizza delivered here. When I told her to go get in bed, her eyes welled up with tears and she said, "Mama, I wanted pizzzzaaaah!" Poor baby. I suppose if we hadn't already eaten dinner and I had a lot of extra cash or something, I could in theory order the same order to be delivered here too, from our the pizza place local to us. But no, I'm not going to. I explained that if they delivered the pizza here for Daddy's dinner it would be pretty old and gross when he got home, and he'd still be hungry right now. That seemed to make sense to her so she moved on and convinced me that it was a great idea to let her stay up and watch an episode of Star Trek DS9 on DVD with me.

taking slackerific to a whole new level

I haven't given much time to writing the last couple weeks. If one were to look back at the time frame between the two previous posts, well, there was a bit of a delay. No, I'm not blogging in Java. HAHA. Bad, and probably technically incorrect, attempt at a joke. Yes, living with a geek makes me a pseudo geek - just dorky enough to try to make jokes, not really clued in enough to pull off the punch lines. 


I digress. 


Lately I just haven't been sure what to write out here. There's the group of people that like to make fun of bloggers - do you really think people want to hear about the muffin you had for breakfast and what random thought you are having for the day??  YES, DAMNIT I DO.  Those are the kind of blogs I read... along with a few that are really fantastic about sticking to their theme like clockwork... like Shedworking and The One Minute Writer. My sister-in-law has been writing up "The Random Thought of the Day" emails providing me and select others with humor and something to contemplate for a long time now - definitely blog worthy! She just started a blog: http://rhanebeaux.blogspot.com/. ABOUT TIME!! Yes, I'm almost positive that's rainbow vomit on the banner. Don't let that deter you. Once she starts posting all the randomness, you'll find something that strikes a chord with you. Yes you should click the little FOLLOW button. Yes this is shameless pushing of someone's blog because I want them to get readers and keep posting. Yes I am grinning as I write this. Yes I write because it makes me happy.


I digress.


Perhaps all this blogging isn't the internet litter the critics say it is. It is freeing to put one's thoughts out there for others to share and perhaps discuss. It is like that journal or diary I am boldly assuming you had at some point in your life. You wrote away in it, kept it tucked away, called it private, all the while imagining that somehow, someone (not your parents) would read it. They would read it and be intrigued. Read it all and know you and understand you. They would accept you despite - or because - of all the craziness in the pages. You would be worth reading every word and contemplating while they were off doing their daily things - a good book that can hardly put down for other obligations like work and sleep. Now days we have the internet and your blog can be your journal that can be a little more accessible to the world. You've raised the stakes that someone will stumble across it and be intrigued, click follow, and read your thoughts. YAY for technology!


I just thought I'd add, that while somethings about technology is great, technology has caused pseudo words to be ordained and added to the dictionary. the word thru is just a lazy badly spelled poser for the word through!!! HAVE WE NO SHAME???? This is coming from a person who used "I digress" to avoid creating transitions... but I digress...

Dream: the one where i work at a popular lunch place turned classy lunch and dinner fine dining, and we eat pink asparagus before the dinner shift

Several nights ago I dreamed:

That I worked for a popular lunch place and they had just moved to a fancy new building. It had several dining rooms and was like a converted Victorian style hotel. Some of the old hotel rooms had been converted to staff boarding rooms - like a dorm only worse, instead of going to class and eating too much ramen noodles, you just went down the hall and you were at work. A stressful rush around the place kind of work I'd like to add. In the dream, I woke up (still in the dream, stay with me!) and realized I was late for my dinner shift. The staff all met for a late afternoon meal before we reopened for dinner and I had to hurry and get there. The other ladies I shared a room with were rushing around and just about ready. I quickly got up and dressed in my supposed-to-be-classy white button down shirt and black slacks and realized it would take to much time to put on my shoes and socks. I was lucid enough to think to myself, I'm dreaming, just make the shoes be on and they will be. I was still somewhat surprised when it worked. It was like cheating on a game. I made it down to dinner with everyone else and we sat down to eat some of the Chef's fancy new cuisine. Let me add here that I know that the restaurant is in our small town with a population of around 40,000, there is nothing like this building in town but we do have several resturanteers trying to be the fanciest snazziest places in town (gotta make a living yo). This is why the Chef had prepared pink asparagus, artichokes, and some sort of dessert that looked like sliced bananas that I expected to tasted like strawberry banana cheese cake - instead it tasted like undercooked plantains. I woke up while contemplating the dessert in my dream.

Dream over.

hint at what i'm working on for next post

i'm having a hard time describing my latest dream i want to post... some of the description is getting a little awkward ... i mean really, PINK ASPARAGUS? I googled it, it grows in white, green and purple varieties but i didn't find any pictures of it growing pink in hue.

Here's the working title for the post i'm working on:

Dream: the one where i work at a popular lunch place turned classy lunch and dinner fine dining, and we eat pink asparagus before the dinner shift

i wish we had an In-N-Out Burger here!!!

Wonderful delicious burgers, cheesiness with fries and a milk shake.... /sigh. MISS YOU In-N-Out Burger!!! COME TO IDAHO!!!!!!

http://www.in-n-out.com/default.asp

A Real Conversation Today

"Mommy, our house is too small," my daughter said to me while she was drinking her bedtime ritual glass of water.

"Actually honey, our house is huge. It's the same size as your grandma and grandpa's house," I responded thinking that our 1700+ square feet was plenty. "We just have too much junk. If we took a bunch out, it would seem bigger."

"Okay mama! That's a great idea! Tomorrow, we can take all your stuff and everything and put it in the garage and then we can play and the house will be BIG!" She stopped and thought a moment. "Well, except the kitchen stuff, in case I get hungry."

Let's Get Out Our Toning Bands -or- How I Enjoyed My Breakfast Even More

This morning I was watching the Today Show on NBC. Since I hadn't had breakfast yet and it is supposed to be the most important meal of the day, I fixed something easy to eat during a commercial break. WELL. I should have gotten out my toning bands because as I ate my giant double chocolate chip Costco muffin which I had just heated and melted REAL BUTTER on top, the Today Show aired a segment about back fat. Al even cracked a joke about eating to much fat back (bacon). I didn't realize I needed to be so concerned about back fat. Apparently it is the sneaky thing that causes all health problems, along with bras and t-shirts not to fit. If you do the magic exercises twice a day for two to three weeks the fat will magically melt away. HMMMM. I know I'm a bit over weight, but I've only recently been uncomfortable with it - in an achy physical way, not the OMG SHE IS FAT social pressure way. Our society is so concerned with being thin and with the economy and yet keeping up with the proverbial Jones' - I'm thinking these all are symptoms of the really disease: asophrosyne - the lack of self control. (I got a B in Ancient Greek, however, it really seems we are missing sophrosyne... I decided that adding the "a" for lacking was the best way to go about this. I feel in better shape and more educated now that I wrote that and all thanks to a segment about back fat). Here we are, over weight, in debt up to our eyeballs watching television about what we need to buy to have the best picnic/social standing/success in life. I wonder if that is how my double chocolate ginormous muffin became so especially delicious. :)

Pocky

Pocky - it's a delicious Japanese treat that I found at a local asian food market. My son, who is just a year and half old, loves this treat as much as I. In fact, he's recently added "pocky" to his little vocabulary... next thing you know he'll be saying OREO :)

Eeehhhh, lets back up a bit here... it's not that I feed my small children a diet consisting primarily of chocolaty items. It's this strange genetic trait that my children have inherited from me - I can hear/smell/sense high calorie, fatty, delicious edibles being opened or being brought in my vicinity. While my kids are still honing their skills (sometimes my daughter comes running up saying, "Can I have some?!" when she hears me opening the mail) I can usually tell what's being opened or if its milk or dark chocolate. Meanwhile, all attempts to ignor said edibles creates a craving for the item.

Imagine working in a large room the size of a grocery store filled with cubicles and people on the phone. Now, think about how many of those people are snacking on something completely naughty when you consider the USDA food pyramid. You willingly submit yourself to employment there for eight plus hours a day trying not to think about the slightly overdone popcorn two rows over, the vanilla cake with cream cheese frosting ten cubes behind you and three rows over, and just over the cube wall, someone is eating mini chocolate donuts. HOW COULD YOU NOT GAIN FORTY POUNDS?! I've since escaped to a world where I'm the one bringing in the Oreos, frozen chocolate fudgesicles, pinto beans, spinach and Pocky.