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Monday, August 26, 2013

And So The Blog Rolls On

Funny thing about this Blog. Sometimes I feel like I really have to have something important to share; like a great new recipe, the (yawn) details of a trip, or some deep, thought-provoking whisp of wisdom. Or I am whinning about something because I can't get anyone else to listen. Here's the deal. It's my blog, dang it, and I will write whatever nonsense I choose.

I like to read Ina Garten's blog on her Barefoot Contessa website. I haven't been able to establish any pattern of regularity to her blog posts, but they are always short, informative, and interesting without being overly done. I've tried to read Ree Drummond's Pioneer Woman blog, but quite frankly it's just TOO BUSY (overwhelming, really), not all that interesting, and just not my cup of tea. I'd much rather be reading about life in the Hamptons than life walking among heaps of cow dung and slobbering bassett hounds.

I've been thinking maybe I'm not a regular blogger because since it's inception I've convinced myself I needed to write some long, wordy report about something interesting. But I don't! So here is my blog post for the day...

My son started 4th grade today. He thinks his teacher is hot. (I agree, she is.)

We moved this summer, as mentioned in my last post. I love my new house. It's roomy and new and already I've rearranged my formal living room twice.

Being a wife and mother to sports-crazed nincompoops wears me out. If we are not at a baseball game, we are at practice for it, practice for football, shopping for cleats and jock straps, or listening to sports talk radio for game scores.

And God bless my redneck black husband. He loves anything loud with a motor, whether it has four wheels or two. So if there is a race of any kind, (professional or not), a monster truck show, classic car show, demolition derby, tractor pull, motorcycle rally, or motorized Lazy Boy recliner race, chances are good we are there. Sorry to say I am not joking about the Lazy Boy recliner race thing.

My blog is the only thing I have that I alone get to totally control.

I've decided that McDonald's sweet tea is Devil Juice. So, wouldn't you know it- the day I decided to swear it off for good, I decided to try Steak-n-Shake's sweet tea. Well, not only is it even slightly better tasting, it too is only $1, except the cup is bigger, and if I happen to catch happy hour between 2 and 4 pm all drinks are half price. Now my dilemma is that I can't call Steak-n-Shake tea Devil Juice, that name has already been taken. What can be worse than the Devil's own juice? Who is more evil than he? Larry King Juice?

All right, and more item of concern. My Mom's garden was planted late this summer and I didn't make radish soup because she didn't have any radishes. Have a great day.

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