Well, looks like I am back in the saddle (so to speak.) I am driving a taxi/shuttle, so I think it's time to bring back "Dear Cabby" I would love your questions to revamp the blog. now, what would you like to know about life on the mean streets?
Squeezy is one of our 11 dogs (Yes I said 11!!) She has more personality than most people I know. I am trying to create a web series of some of her "moments" Stay tuned for more.
I hate football season. There I said it. People are insane about football. Between real games and fantasy leagues, that seems to be all we hear about from September to February. I hate that my options on the weekends are sports or infomercials on tv. Do we realize that there is more to life than football? (I ask while I am cleaning up a spill with my Sham-Wow.)
I know I am going to hear it from all you crazed football fans, but I don't care. I want there to be more to life than a bunch of overpaid, arrogant jocks chasing after a ball for three hours.
Dont get me wrong, I will watch the occasional game when I feel like it. I love a good Superbowl party as well. I just want there to be other interesting things to read about on Facebook on a Sunday, Wednesday, Monday. I am even at the point that I would rather see what people are eating and that they went to gym, instead of what guy on "their team" got the most yards or is on the injured list. I don't care which one of your fantasy players made you lose this week.
Ok, I think I am done with my anti-football rant. I am going to get back to cleaning my floors with my new Shark steamer, while wearing my Ahh Bra and Pajama Jeans. Maybe if I have time I will bake some Cake Pops and Perfect Brownies then make a smoothie with my Nutra-Bullet
Have you ever been to a pot luck? Silly question. Of course you have. You can tell a lot about a person at a pot luck. There are certainties at a party that requires you bring a dish. For instance, there will always be the following items:
The lady that brings the homemade veggie tray with fresh made ranch dip, you are a good woman that cares about others. She is the person who decorates cakes for her kids birthdays and makes their Halloween costumes. We appreciate this woman, but we ask that she stops at the veggie tray. The more she does the less important we all feel. Now for the woman that brings the store bought veggie tray, we get it, you're busy. We will gladly eat all the broccoli and baby carrots, but we will dip them in the fresh made ranch, because the dip that came with that tray is gross.
We love the guy that brings brownies. We only ask that you make more than one batch. You see, what happens is that everyone will be secretly wanting to eat the last one, but no one wants to be "that guy." We need more!!
Now, lets break down the salads. There needs to be only one kind of potato salad. Call around and pick one. If you are going to bring macaroni salad, make it yourself for the love of all things holy. Store bought will likely not even get opened and put out and they put pimentos in that stuff and pimentos are gross! When was the last time you went to the store and bought pimentos? Never, thats right. Make sure that if you bring a sweet salad TELL THE PERSON LAYING OUT THE FOOD!! There is nothing worse than biting into a delicious piece of fried chicken only to taste the distinct flavor of whip cream, or worse, miracle whip!
Now if you happen upon a pot luck that has a Jello mold, hug the person that made it. That person comes from another era. They have lived through times of war. That person believes in America and Freedom. And that person took the time and energy to UNMOLD that wiggly substance filled with fresh fruit and didn't mess it up. (If you have ever tried to make a Jello mold, you know what I am talking about)
Enjoy you next pot luck and remember, If there are black olives on the table, you have to put them on each of your fingers before you eat them. I am pretty sure that that is a law in some states.
Some days you just feel queasy. Not sick, just yuck. You stomach is at odds with you and you don't know why. It is frustrating. You wish you could just hurl, but you can't.
I think our bodies should be equipped with a "yak at will" reflex. I mean, come on stomach, I have stuff to do today. Just get it over with so I can brush my teeth and get on with my errands. We don't have time for nausea.
It would also be great if our bodies would expell all the junk at once when we blow our noses.