So the other day I send the boy to the grocery store with a list of 5 items to pick up 3 of them for the breakfast I am making in exchange for his trip to the store, one item for dinner and 1 snack. The grocery store is 6 blocks away.
He comes back 90 minutes later with 3 bags of groceries (and I’m dying of starvation at this point). He picked up 4 items on the list and substituted a healthier snack for the doritos I had on the list.
And the nice thing is that he totally gets this healthy grazing food, I mean not like super-healthy snack food or anything like that(cuz i like healthy and all but I’ve got my limits, I don’t want to live forever and I want to actually have fun eating the stuff I eat before I die), but that sort of low key healthy stuff like cottage cheese instead of ice cream (I keep us stocked in that, don’t worry), tortilla chips and salsa, just whatever. My point is, he is the king of buying the food you can graze on so I can just wander into the kitchen, eat a few bites of cottage cheese and move on, wander back in and have a couple tortilla chips and do my laundry, stuff some of those mini carrots in my mouth and then go read.
Maybe I’m just fascinated with this in the same way that I’m fascinated with someone’s kitchen when I go visit their house, they have different food in there and you want to try it. I have different food here and I want to eat it.
I also think that he got these things so he’d have stuff to eat when he was over since I don’t really grocery shop all that often and tend to just get things as I need them.
On a semi-related note, how did our parents manage to keep a fridge full of food and not have it all go bad all the time. Seriously, I get eggs I use a few and 27 weeks later I realize I have these eggs that went bad months before sitting in there. I’ve completely stopped buying milk for this reason, and I’m constantly throwing out jams and salsas that are like 87 years old. How did they get that old? I’m not even that old!
AND people find it upsetting when they come over and I don’t have things like milk or ketchup. I don’t like milk, i don’t drink it, I don’t buy it. Ketchup is fine, I use it if it’s there, but I never have this overwhelming urge to eat ketchup so i never think too buy it. Does ketchup go bad? We’d find out if I had some. I also don’t buy soda, I don’t really drink it anymore, not for any healthy eating reason, I just don’t think to get any and when I do have it I never drink it (soda doesnt really go bad though, that’s nice) and the problem with that is that I never really have anything to offer my guests to drink when they come over…”I have um…water…wine, and um…scotch to drink”. In fact, now that I think about it, I’m pretty lacking in the whole beverage arena. I don’t drink soda, juice, kool-aid or milk so I don’t have them in the house. What the hell do people keep around to offer to people in the way of beverages?
Lastly, I went to Aldi for the first and last time last night. That place was so ghetto even the ghetto would be scared in there. They offer an amazing assortment of off-brand (they call it private label) products designed to look exactly like name brand products. Everything in the store had this creepy vibe to it and they don’t bag your groceries. Not like ‘they didn’t put my groceries in bags’ but more like ‘they don’t even have bags to put my groceries in’. Aldi = wrong.
Okay, I’m off to clean up the mess from the impromptu dinner party last night.
Quote of the Day
“Break down an entire banana including the peel…you’ll have to invent something that breaks down all kinds of banana bonds!”
David
sigh
The biggest disappointment is when you excitedly open the “After Dinner Science” set after being promised that you will learn how to use science to stretch a banana! Stretch. A. Banana. Can you imagine? I couldn’t! The boy even picked up a bunch of bananas so we could stretch bananas all night if we wanted (hi mom! science!)…
Anyway…I open the “After Dinner Science” box hoping to spend the evening stretching bananas and I come to find that it only teaches me how to create the illusion of stretching a banana mostly by pretending to stretch the banana. What the fuck??? I already knew how to PRETEND to stretch bananas! I can PRETEND all kinds of things.
How do they expect kids to learn? All kids are going to learn from this is that science isn’t about learning, it’s about pretending, and eventually it will be about hitting the Jack Daniels regularly to cover the stench of disappointment and lost dreams.
Over_________extended
I’m back from New Orleans, got back Friday night completely exhausted and without energy. The most I could manage was driving to the gas statin to get snack food (word of warning, Dove Chocolate now makes ice cream. Don’t bother. It sucks harder than a veteran whore at a dental convention. No lie. At all.). I spent Saturday chillin and then had to go to my dad’s for a little new years thing. I drove through the dangerous ice storm, fishtailing and spinning the whole way. It was a nice party but I picked up a case of food poisoning. So, my plan to ‘buckle down’ get things cleaned on sunday didn’t really pan out considering how much time I spent either in the bathroom or wishing my bed were my final resting place.
On the brighter side…
I did manage to get my laundry done (though not put away, that’s today). I also realized that I have two empty bedrooms up here now that I’m living alone and I don’t have a guest room any more. I took all the boxes that had been crammed in MY closet over the months and transferred them to another room. Nice.
David arrived home last night (he drove to and from New Orleans, I flew). I had missed him terribly. He gave me the rest of my Christmas present and I spent 30 minutes laughing hysterically. My favorite part was the giant hippo figurine, but coming in a close second is the picture of Ricardo Montalban and Herve Villachaiz waving goodbye to the visitors leaving Fantasy Island relabelled as “David and Heather waving goodbye…” because I am so short and he is so tall. We’re goofy together.
We also gave each other the same SpongeBob coloring book!
Okay, I need to get out of bed. I’ll leave you with a picture of me holding hands with Ignatius J Reilly…
Good day, y’all!
Wish you were here…not
Just a quick note to say hi from New Orleans!
HI!!
So much fun, so much to write about, the food is awesome (shrimp po’ boys, the happiest Indian restaurant on the planet, biegnets, and coffee coffee coffee!), the weather is awesome (got a sunburn and everything), the boy is awesome (!).
New Orleans will always be to me the filthy lady with the pretty dress. So dirty, but I’ll be sad to leave Friday.
Latah, y’all