Wednesday, June 23, 2010

FOGGY...

And I'm not talking about the weather.

I'm referring to inside my head.

It's foggy with a complete chance of storms.

At least, that's how I've felt today.

And that's all I have to say because I'm afraid if I went any further, you'd all think I was nuts.

Ok. Nuttier than normal, anyway.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

MUD PIES ARE OUT...

When I went to pick up The Kid from the babysitter today, I found a treat on her front porch.

I wondered what it was but didn't give it a lot of thought.

It was hot out and my mind was in search of the closest air conditioning.

Since the new craze these days is health, the kids made "salads" today instead of the traditional mud pies.

Mud pies are out.

They don't fit in with the new health conscious group of kids.



And I must say, they're much easier to clean up, too.

Monday, June 21, 2010

NO CLOTHES...

The Kid has decided it's time to be almost naked. All of the time.

The moment we get home and he makes it to his bedroom, he strips of all clothing except underwear.

It's become a nightly event.

The Teenager thinks it's gross.

I like to remind him that he went through the same stage.

Of course, The Teenager sits around in lounge pants with no shirt.

I also like to remind him that's not much different than sitting around in your underwear. Lounge pants are just longer.

So at dinnertime, I have to remind The Kid to go put on some clothes before coming to the dinner table.

The Teenager is kind enough to add a shirt to his ensemble before sitting down for chow.

After dinner, it's right back to near-naked time.

For both of them.

Friday, June 11, 2010

BP...

I'm still in the middle of moving so I'll leave you with this video.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

TRIP TO JAMESPORT...

Tuesday, The Teenager and I took a trip to Jamesport, Missouri.

Jamesport is a small Amish town in Northern Missouri. We dropped The Kid at the sitter and took off for our small journey, just mother and son.

The town is so small, their biggest boast on the welcome sign is that maps and public restrooms can be found at City Hall.


It's a quaint little town that takes you back to olden times. If it weren't for the cars, you'd think you could just walk outside and hop on your horse.


As a matter of fact, some people could. This is the parking lot for horses and buggies. (The Teenager asked me what the "No Hitchin'" signs meant.)



We ate at a small restaurant owned and run by a Mennonite family, The Gingeriches. Mrs. Gingerich waited on us. They served homemade food that was to die for. The Teenager says it was the best fried chicken he's ever eaten.

I think I'll cry now.

As you can see, the lunch consisted of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, scalloped potatoes with ham, salad and homemade bread with their own jams. Not pictured is the rhubarb cake we had for dessert.

The Teenager asked me what rhubarb was and I couldn't even tell him if it was a fruit or vegetable. I could describe what it looked like but not much more than that.

We also shopped while we were there. We bought candles, room spray, embroidered dish cloths, and lotions.

All and all, it was a fabulous day.

After that huge lunch, the ride home was a little miserable because all I wanted to do was take a nap.

Psst. Rhubarb, per Wiki, is botanically classified as a vegetable; however, in the United States a New York court decided in 1947 that since it was used in the United States as a fruit it was to be called a fruit. A side effect was a reduction in taxes paid.