Skip to main content

Ahead Of It This Time

Boy, first day out of the NaBloPoMo gate and I barely got the first post in. One minute to spare before the deadline. Whew! See how I'm doing Day 2 waaaaaaaaay ahead? Yep, I are smart. So what do we have on board today?? Let's see what they gave us shall we?

If you knew that whatever you ate next would be your last meal, what would you want it to be? 


Not surprisingly, I've thought about this. In fact, after this I thought about it even more. What??

I would select the following items and take as much time as I could so I could get some of everything.

* 3 egg omelet with sliced American cheese and bacon with a drizzle of ketchup on top and a big glass of milk.
* A couple grilled cheese sandwiches, Burger King double cheeseburger with no pickles, a large McDonald's fry and an ice cold Mt. Dew. I'll have a large Wendy's frosty to eat and dip my fries in. Don't judge.
* My mom's meatloaf, my mother in law's chicken and egg noodle pasta dish, my husband's mashed potatoes and a couple Southern and Cokes.
* I would end it all with pumpkin pie, lefsa with butter and sugar, state fair cheese curds and a red velvet cake.

It won't matter at all if I don't poop for a week with all that cheese intake (not that I have that issue - sorry TMI?). I'm sure I'll think of more two seconds after I hit publish. That's how I roll.

And if I were to eat all that, that's exactly what I'd do..... roll.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks.

My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory):
I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were.Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all.Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who died from c…

One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other

When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes? 

My house has always been different from other houses. I don't think I could narrow it down to a particular time. I recall not having friends stay over. Ever. I always stayed at all my friends' houses and called their moms "Mom".

Not a lot of my friends were only children so to them, I was the odd duck. Believe me, I *was* the odd duck. Just for a myriad of other reasons.

Having a family of my own, I really see the differences in houses. We are more relaxed with some things that would not fly in other houses. It gets loud in our house. Extremely loud. If I stopped them from being loud all the time, I wouldn't get a single thing done. I tend to jump in right away when the kids are arguing because it can, and will, quickly snowball into WWIII and someone (or both) will be crying. We let our son play the Wii, computer or DS for far longer than other parents or even the "…

DOODLEBOPS UNMASKED - ALL THREE

Please do not ask me to email photos out, I get entirely too many requests for them. These are the ones that I have at home, thanks to a couple of sources.