Tuesday, October 12, 2010
New Title * New Post
Kristi - You win the contest!! I thought this was a cute new name for our new adventure in Dallas. Next up were Jenny Does Dallas and Apropros of Mrs. Cherbonneau. The former was nixed because you never know who is reading this thing. The latter I loved, but it made me feel like my mother in law. Thank you all for your creative names! New post below!
What Decade Were You Supposed to Live in?
Today I did this. It was a complete accident, and as you may be able to see by the drawer next to it, this is not how our drawers are supposed to look. However, after fighting 5:00 traffic to drive 12 miles in 30 minutes, I walked into a house where the dishes were piled up and I stepped in cat throw up. As I began to empty the dishwasher, I jerked on the drawer and....well the rest is in the picure. Don't say I wasn't warned. Mike told me several times not to tug on the drawers because it looked like they had been glued together. (If you look closely they really have. At least we know how to fix it.) Anyway, as I began to fix dinner and think about how I wished someone was there to fix it for me, I also began to question my quiet desire to live in the 1950's.
For some reason, I have always thought the '50s would be a lovely little era to live in. Forget Communism scares, no women's rights and the fact that people dealt with anxiety through alcohol rather than doctors - I pictured myself in a little apron making cookies in a cute little yellow (why??) house. I actually told Mike this one time and he told me, "You hate everything the '50's stand for. You would be horrible in the '50's!" Which is actually true. I hate to clean. I don't know how to bake (although you wouldn't know it with all the baking stuff I registered for and received.) And I really like working. So...what led me to believe this would be a great place to live? Of course the movies. (And also Desperate Housewives a little bit.)
So, I took this totally accurate quiz on Facebook that is supposed to tell you what era you would fit best in. Mine came up as the 1970s. I started laughing, but then I thought, I think I could maybe see myself there. It doesn't seem that different from today. Obviously there have been major changes in society since then, but it seems like less of a rigid community than the '50s. There were major issues that were being fought for politically, but I think people's eyes were open to change. Besides, look at us now - major political issues that are going to be life changing for generations to come.
All in all, I think I am pretty happy with the decade I am living in. I appreciate the fact that Mike felt masculine enough to ask whether I wanted him to chop up peppers tonight. (He asked...he didn't actually ever cut them though....) I appreciate the fact that I have the option to leave in the morning and show that my brain holds something besides recipes. SIDEBAR:[Before I get hate mail - I love stay at home mothers and do not think that their only talent is memorizing recipes. In fact, I would love to have that luxury one day.] And I appreciate the fact that I can come home, rip off the front of a drawer and know I won't be knocked to the floor by an angry, drunk 1950's husband. In fact, my 2010 husband and I kinda laughed about it, after I kicked it around for falling on my toe.
Sorry - I recognize this is kind of all over the place but the thoughts I wanted to talk about weren't connecting as well as I thought they would. Good night!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
2 Updates
1) I am sick. Nauseous, exhausted, sick. (NOT PREGNANT.)I blame Denny's.
2) My twin blogger is writing a book. How do you compete with that??
2) My twin blogger is writing a book. How do you compete with that??
Monday, October 4, 2010
We Heart Denny's
Did you ever think that your new favorite restaurant would be Denny's? If you are shaking your head, I will assure you, neither did we my friend, neither did we. However, there is one about .5 miles away from our house and Mike has designated it his new favorite wing joint. I am having a hard time saying, "no, no, let me cook" after work, when we can just head to Denny's and get a Patty Melt and french fries with the BEST RANCH ever!! And no, we don't eat there. It's not like a date night. One of us picks up the food, and we plant ourselves in front of the television to spend some "quality time" together. As I am writing this, I am becoming concerned, and going to make myself get up and run tomorrow. I think I am also going to the grocery store.
However, until tomorrow, let me tell you some new and wonderfully surprising things about Denny's.
1) They don't just do breakfast. I never knew this! I was the one to pick up the meal this evening and I walked in to find multiple things that appealed to my naughty taste buds. Patty melts, cheeseburgers, wings, and quesadillas - you will never get bored when you are visiting Denny's.
2) No one cares what you look like. I went to get a pedicure this evening after work and did not blink any eye walking into the "restaurant" with my pedicure flip flops on. The guy in front of my was pushing 400 pounds (which may soon be us if we don't watch it) and had a jersey on that said "John." John had to leave his food on the counter because his credit card was declined. Again, I didn't bat an eye. You can do whatever you want in Denny's.
3) Denny's actually has salads! I discovered this when I was perusing the menu somewhere between bites of my patty melt. If you are ever in the mood for something "light" they truly do have a selection! (Also as I scarfed down my grease fest, we were fast forwarding through episodes of The Biggest Loser.) Again, some guilt there.
After this post I have decided we will not be heading back to Denny's for awhile. However, for tonight, it was just what the doctor ordered. Ha!
However, until tomorrow, let me tell you some new and wonderfully surprising things about Denny's.
1) They don't just do breakfast. I never knew this! I was the one to pick up the meal this evening and I walked in to find multiple things that appealed to my naughty taste buds. Patty melts, cheeseburgers, wings, and quesadillas - you will never get bored when you are visiting Denny's.
2) No one cares what you look like. I went to get a pedicure this evening after work and did not blink any eye walking into the "restaurant" with my pedicure flip flops on. The guy in front of my was pushing 400 pounds (which may soon be us if we don't watch it) and had a jersey on that said "John." John had to leave his food on the counter because his credit card was declined. Again, I didn't bat an eye. You can do whatever you want in Denny's.
3) Denny's actually has salads! I discovered this when I was perusing the menu somewhere between bites of my patty melt. If you are ever in the mood for something "light" they truly do have a selection! (Also as I scarfed down my grease fest, we were fast forwarding through episodes of The Biggest Loser.) Again, some guilt there.
After this post I have decided we will not be heading back to Denny's for awhile. However, for tonight, it was just what the doctor ordered. Ha!
Sunday, October 3, 2010
My Grandma is Sick
This isn't going to be one of those funny, sarcastic posts about the ridiculous things that go on in my life. However, it has been on my mind for awhile and I decided to let y'all in. For several months, we have noticed that Grandma has been repeating stories or can't always hear what you are saying. I get it. She is 80 years old and she is allowed to laugh politely even when no joke has been told. If you make it to 80 and are still able to help me pick out wedding bands because "you don't want me driving all that way by myself" you can pretty much do anything you want. However, there have been some significant issues that we have discovered over the past couple months that made our family wonder just how bad her memory was getting.
Apparently, she has been spending a lot of money on things that don't need to be fixed. First, someone knocked on her door to see if they could take a look at her furnace. I was actually surprised that Grandma let this guy in, but he told her she the furnace needed to be replaced - and she paid for it. Then someone called her from the Honda dealership to remind her to update her warranty. She paid the $2000 - she hasn't owned a Honda in over 2 years. So, these details are a little disturbing. My aunt and uncle keep an eye on her and told us that she was in some sort of car wreck because there was a dent in her car. She has no idea how it happened.
So, my aunt took her to the doctor. What Grandma told me is that they wanted to check her eyes. Apparently, there was more to the story. The doctors administered a test to determine whether she should be driving based on her comprehension and memory. Simple questions like asking her to remember a word for a minute. She scored a 15 out of 29. So, she is not allowed to drive....except she still was. She told me that she could "see" just fine and she was going to only drive at night. Eventually it got to the point where my uncle was scared that Grandma would come home to find the house burned down from leaving the oven on, or something of that nature. They suggested she move in with them. Now, my aunt and uncle have 3 boys - 2 11 year olds and one 6 year old. They are busy, but I know how much my Grandma loves spending time with them. They also keep her on her toes. So after a lot of anger (she is stubborn, my Grandma) she agreed to move.
Right now she is "vacationing" with my parents for a month, and I asked her to come visit Mike and me in Dallas to explore the city. She told me she would have to think about it. :-) I can't imagine how this feels to someone who is slowly recognizing that they are losing their memory. My father told me a story the other night involving an issue from his childhood that was never resolved. My grandfather passed away in 1992, so my Grandma was the only source of the memory left. When Dad asked her what happened, she told him that the issue never occurred.
We watched my other grandmother deal with very bad dementia before she died. I think it gets to a point when the person afflicted doesn't realize how out of it they are...it is harder on the ones around them. So, keep her in your thoughts. This woman is a fighter, and as she has gotten older, has become more of a "person" to me that just my grandmother. She has an identity and a very memory filled life and it is scary to think it can be so easily washed away. So, that's what's going on here. Hopefully there will not be a lot of posts about this in the near future.
Apparently, she has been spending a lot of money on things that don't need to be fixed. First, someone knocked on her door to see if they could take a look at her furnace. I was actually surprised that Grandma let this guy in, but he told her she the furnace needed to be replaced - and she paid for it. Then someone called her from the Honda dealership to remind her to update her warranty. She paid the $2000 - she hasn't owned a Honda in over 2 years. So, these details are a little disturbing. My aunt and uncle keep an eye on her and told us that she was in some sort of car wreck because there was a dent in her car. She has no idea how it happened.
So, my aunt took her to the doctor. What Grandma told me is that they wanted to check her eyes. Apparently, there was more to the story. The doctors administered a test to determine whether she should be driving based on her comprehension and memory. Simple questions like asking her to remember a word for a minute. She scored a 15 out of 29. So, she is not allowed to drive....except she still was. She told me that she could "see" just fine and she was going to only drive at night. Eventually it got to the point where my uncle was scared that Grandma would come home to find the house burned down from leaving the oven on, or something of that nature. They suggested she move in with them. Now, my aunt and uncle have 3 boys - 2 11 year olds and one 6 year old. They are busy, but I know how much my Grandma loves spending time with them. They also keep her on her toes. So after a lot of anger (she is stubborn, my Grandma) she agreed to move.
Right now she is "vacationing" with my parents for a month, and I asked her to come visit Mike and me in Dallas to explore the city. She told me she would have to think about it. :-) I can't imagine how this feels to someone who is slowly recognizing that they are losing their memory. My father told me a story the other night involving an issue from his childhood that was never resolved. My grandfather passed away in 1992, so my Grandma was the only source of the memory left. When Dad asked her what happened, she told him that the issue never occurred.
We watched my other grandmother deal with very bad dementia before she died. I think it gets to a point when the person afflicted doesn't realize how out of it they are...it is harder on the ones around them. So, keep her in your thoughts. This woman is a fighter, and as she has gotten older, has become more of a "person" to me that just my grandmother. She has an identity and a very memory filled life and it is scary to think it can be so easily washed away. So, that's what's going on here. Hopefully there will not be a lot of posts about this in the near future.
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