Some more little little nuggets that don't quite hold up under the weight of their own post, but are fun to think about and share just the same.
There is nothing like a homegrown tomato. I love, love, love them almost as much as I dislike what most grocery stores try to pass off as a tomato. I will miss my homegrown treats until next year when I can grow them again. It's only a small pot on my deck, but it does the job for us.
My daughter enjoys my singing voice. It soothes her at nighttime. She is the only person on the planet that feels this way.
Did you know that there is a country song called "I Want to Search You for Ticks"? And they say romance is dead.
Bill Maher is an idiot. Based on this statement alone you might be thinking, now there's a gal with a death grip on the painfully obvious, and you'd be right. I happen to bring it up now because he is making headlines currently for thinking that breast feeding one's baby in public is obscene. The "Hooter's Girls" are not obscene...paragons of virtue perhaps. For a more eloquent and detailed explanation of what the ignoramus said please visit my friends at Chased by Children, IzzyMom, andIt's Not a Lecture.
For the record, I nursed both my children. Occasionally I had to do it very discreetly in public. I assure you it was not something I did as a form of entertainment, but out of necessity. Call me crazy, but I felt like feeding my children was an integral part of my job description as a mom.
MySpace and Facebook have removed pictures of nursing mothers as, here is that word again, obscene. They do allow pictures of females in bathing suits that show more of the breast than a nursing mom ever will, and they do allow over 350 Pro Anorexia sites. Now I ask you which is more obscene.
It is time for the "silent majority" to get loud!
Another great line from a country song: "You ask directions from a genie in a bottle of Jim Beam and she lies to you."
It is my belief that if you make a recipe that has been published in a magazine it should be perfect as printed. I recently made a salad dressing recipe out of "Southern Living". It was not perfect. It was boring. Normally, I love "Southern Living" recipes, but this one I had to "doctor" quite a bit. In fact, by the time I was finished with it I had added so many dashes, pinches, and splashes I doubt I could ever exactly recreate it again.
Apparently, Crocs can be dangerous on escalators. Now my kids can thank me for not being hip enough to have ever purchased Crocs for them. I was right again, how do I do it?
I am fairly certain that I could eat my weight in queso dip. One of my favorite guilty pleasures to be sure.
Reading a great book, or even one that is just entertaining, is one of life's great pleasures.
Some people have their Christmas shopping done already. I am not one of them.
Update: The Hooligans Next Door are moving out on October 1st. Yahoo! Please keep your fingers crossed that this isn't a "the devil you know is better than the devil you don't know" situation, I know I will be.