Dinner Out, please!

Now what would make someone think this was an appetizing item to ingest? Surely the "our delight" meat packing company must have laid off its entire marketing department. Yes, you read that right! The producer of this mechanically separated turkey with natural flavoring added is "Our Delight Meat Company." Well, this may be someone's delight, but certainly not mine. Turkey burgers just don't sound the same to me anymore. This is the kind of thing that motivates you to try the vegetarian route! I am still not sure why I actually put this tube of meat back in the freezer! Who buys meat in a tube anyway? I am thinking dinner out sounds good to me.

Pigs, Pitbulls, Lipstick, Gas & the Stock Market!

Hello Internets!

Should a Pig wear lipstick? If so, are they still a pig? What about Pitbulls? How about if some of those lip-stick wearing pigs drive a few tankers filled with "less clean" gas on down to GA, so we can find somehwere to fill up, and stop paying $4+ a gallon. Also, we need to stop allowing the fat CEO pigs, lipstick or not, from jumping ship with the likes of 70 billion dollars while their investment banks crumble behind them. PS - Good luck to all those pigs out there who just like to wear lipstick when you are out clubbing... miss piggy, porky, petunia... don't worry. Go on about your pig wearing lipstick lives. They will leave you alone soon enough.

Confessions of a gas stalker

Okay, so today before my friend could drop her son off at my house, it took her 2 hours to find gas. She was definitely on empty, and not one of those people who panics when her tank is half full. She was on empty, and her husband had 1/4 of a tank. They both have long commutes, so this was not "media -driven" panic. She finally found gas, but it took 40 minutes to pump, costing just over $4 a gallon. Apparently Atlanta and Nashville are the only places experiencing these problems.

I have lived in ATL for most of my life, and was born here. I have seen people buying up bread and milk at the "threat" of snow, when no actual snow has taken place. I imagine the panic has spread and some are buying gas when they don't need it. Also, our city requires cleaner burning fuel, so it will take a bit longer to restock after the 20% delay of gasoline distro courtesy of Ike.

All that being said, these are still crazy times! We are certainly making some Fat Cats at the oil companies a ton of money. If you need gas today and you live in the Canton/ Woodstock area, good luck finding any!

Quote of the Day

Cayden & Avery say the funniest things, especially Cayden, because he's a natural born cook (like his father.) I've decided to try to at least post a quote of the day on days when I can't take the time to blog, so you all can share in my giggles.

Today's quote of the day comes from Cayden! "Mommy, I took a poop, and its piping hot!"

Piping hot is a term I've always reserved for applying to a meal... I no longer find it an appetizing description.

First Live Rock Concert

The kids attended their first live Rock Conert last night! Well, if you can call Kenny Loggins rock... anyhoo, they loved it! Both kids had a blast. Cayden was up dancing the entire time. You know Kenny has those songs about Christopher Robbin and Pooh... which really caught Cayden's attention. They also had a moon hanging on the stage as part of the light show. Cool Pink Floyd style psychadelic lights would change color, and clouds, and rain would appear on the moon throughout every song. Cayden and Emalee both loved that too. We had lawn seating at the Mable House amphitheatre in Mabelton (about 35 minutes to get there.) We had no idea how it would go, and did not really expect to make it through the entire concert, but we did. The kids were great. Emalee would lie down like she was going to sleep, and then an upbeat song would come on and she would pop up and start dancing. It was very amusing to everyone around us. There was no whining and no crying at all. Both of our children love music, so apparently my tone-deaf singing to them since birth has not squashed their interest in music. You can take your own picnic there, so we dined on chicken nuggets, apple slices, bananas, ginger snaps, grapes, pretzels, fresh figs & strawberries (all of the kids favorites.) The beverage menu offered Bud light, Coke Zero, and Juice Boxes... Of course, Emalee and Cayden were restricted to juice boxes.

Cayden really "got down" on the last song, Footloose, of course... he some lady companions of the older variety (read older than his grammy) come around to dance with him on that one.

A good time was had by all! Encouraged by this stellar evening, I will probably try to take them to another concert that I would truly love to see (not that I didn't enjoy Kenny, cause I did) - but one that would be a really big deal to me, and of course all hell will break loose. Watch this space. (that's london lingo for we'll see!)

Conversations with Cayden

Below is my morning chat with Cayden (our 2 year old.)

Me: Cayden do you want to go sit on the potty
Cayden: No, I don't want to go sit on the potty. I want my diaper off.
Me: Well, we need to try sitting on the potty if, (I am interrupted)
Cayden: Mommy I need to go potty.
(about 3 minutes later)
Cayden: Mommy I'm done. I need a sticker and some jelly beans.
Me: Ok, great job.
Cayden: Where's Uncle Derritts (Derrick) - He wants to see my pee pee in the potty. He's so proud of you (meaning me.)
Me: Great Job, buddy.
Cayden: Where's Uncle Derritts?
Me: With Grampy.
Cayden: Did they go in the Hemi with Daddy?
Me: No, they...
Cayden: Yes, they did go with Daddy
Me: Ok
Cayden: Where's my french fries go? (Note, there have been no fries today, it is still morning.)
Cayden: Let's have chockit milk and mommy cuddles on the couch.... and a booberry bar.
Me: Ok
Cayden: Where's Avery? Is he at work? Why is Pete go to work? Where's Bethy? Where's Grana? Where's Poppy? Where's Tyler and Mollie? When we going to baseball game? How you calling that gone (phone)? How you calling mommy? Where's Emmie? ........................... Where's my blocks? Hey, don't tell me. I wanna go to Walmart. Thomas and his Griends. Mommy, Grampy's Gunny. Let's play Domiboes....

This is about the point where I begin to understand why I can't think straight most of the time.

Give Peace a Chance

So, this is the picture of the first thing I've ever made using a sewing machine. (Hint, it isn't the baby.) I made Miss Em this peace sign T-shirt Tuesday night. I decided it was time to use my 2004 Christmas present from Jeannine... guess she knew I would get around to it at some point.

It's taken so long because my thoughts & ideas are like a college dorm room closet... a bunch of stuff crammed into a small space, some very nice stuff, some random junk, and, perhaps a few skeletons, by some standards -everyone has a past, you know!

I suppose it could be said that I start a lot of projects and finish few. They used to joke my mother (Rebecca) that I was the only thing she ever "finished." I guess it runs in my blood.

Getting back to the point, I tie-dyed this T-shirt in a circular pattern (in February), and then I sewed on a peace symbol using 3 different fabrics. Lastly, I trimmed the bottom in a grosgrain polka dot ribbon. 7 months in the making, now, it looks cute, but my sewing is not so good... I will have to work on that. Rome was not built in day.

Have a great Thursday!