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Daily Dose of Food – Pot Luck

TW has been telling me for more than a week… "Don’t let me forget the cheese and crackers.  Preferably one of the cheeses listed on the jar of ginger stuff"  or "Don’t let me forget the potluck on Monday."  I have an email sitting at the top of my inbox, where it has been for a week, with that first quote in it.  Today, during synchro, she asked me not to let her forget the potluck.  She hasn’t forgotten, neither have I.

Well the potluck is tomorrow.  Love the Irish – a combo Valentine’s Day/St Patrick celebration.  We didn’t forget but we also have not actually purchased cheese – or crackers.  The first problem I had was that I didn’t know what "the jar of ginger stuff" was.  Without knowing that, I couldn’t know what kind of cheese to get, could I?  So I didn’t. 

I just read 18 email digests for work.  With each closed digest, I saw that "Don’t let me forget…" email and I asked her several times what she planned to do about it.  Her first response can’t be blogged ’cause I pledged no profanity on this blog.  Her second response was "Do we have any cream cheese?"  Huh?  We went from "preferably one of the cheeses listed on the jar of ginger stuff" to "cream cheese"???  Whatever.  We might have cream cheese.  But we don’t have crackers.  Unless cheese-nips count.  And I don’t think they do. 

She heads to the kitchen and brings me back the "jar of ginger stuff".  It’s a jar of ginger stuff.  From the Ginger People (I really like their crystalized ginger pieces) and it does list cream cheese as an option.  It also lists oatmeal.  We have oatmeal.  She could make everyone bowls of oatmeal!  That works, right?  She laughs but says no.

She does not want to get back in the car.  I, in case you haven’t guessed, am not volunteering.  So now here is her potluck contribution… Gummi Candies.  In weird shapes, like hamburger shapes and stuff like that.  She bought them when we went for our IKEA/Michelle birthday trip to Atlanta and when I said "why are you buying that?" she ignored me – only to discover when we got home that not a living soul in this house (except her) will eat those things.  Now she wants to take them to potluck.  At work.  With a bunch of home economists. 

I live with strange people.  And I am still not volunteering to drive to the grocery store tonight.  Or in the morning.  She can take the Gummis. 

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Daily Dose of Questions – Search

Answers to those arriving here via search…

To the person in Chili looking for dingbats car, I have it and you can pick it up anytime.  If you’re planning on driving it to South America well ummm good luck.  I can include a phone number for a mechanic if you like.

To the person in the UK looking for empty Voss Water bottles.  I’ve got them, quite a few of them, but first I want to know why you want them.  Are you like TW? Do you have some plot to use an as seen on TV bottle cutter to make weird stuff that you don’t need from them?

Does a toilet trained dog mean stubborn?  Ummm no, I believe it is the other way around. 

To anyone looking for cupcake toppers, (and there are an awful lot of you) – good luck!  I am considering opening a cupcake topper store, I’ll get back to you if I find the time and energy to do so. 

To "mom ran over a…" just know you aren’t alone.  Moms seem to run over everything from lemons to peacocks to homeless men.  The search results for "mom ran over a…" are incredible.

And those of you looking for advice regarding sons and skirts… bless your sweet hearts.  Here’s my advice…. Be supportive.  Kids wear all sorts of weird clothes.  They’re trying to find themselves.  Sometimes it takes a skirt for a boy to find himself, or to find herself.  Your son is still your child and will always be your child.  Sometimes they decide skirts are no longer for them, just like girls sometimes make this decision.  Sometimes they find that skirts are exactly who they are and that’s good.  Knowing who you are in this world is difficult enough – imagine having to "be" a boy and wear a skirt in order to find out.  Thank (insert deity) I didn’t have to do such a thing.  Thank goodness you probably didn’t either.  Sons who find themselves when they put on a skirt are incredibly strong people.  Support them.  Applaud their strength and their courage.  And if you really still need help with this – dtanton at gmail dot com works.

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Daily Dose of Denise – Evil

Darn. I thought I was more evil than this. I did have some trouble in a couple of places. Is calling someone the C word bad? I mean I’ve reclaimed it so it’s not a bad word. And corrupting a minor – what exactly is considered corruption? Lav – were you a minor? And did I corrupt you? I think you were the youngest of the group, right? Karen – you weren’t a minor either, right?


You Are 42% Evil


You are evil, but you haven’t yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though – you are on your way to world domination.




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Daily Dose of Art – Supa!

TW and I met Supafine in the Blogher chatroom last summer.  None of us were able to attend.  All of us were grouchy about it.  This year, we are all attending!  Yea us!  The reason I’m talking about this right now is because Supafine is supa! and fine!  She sent TW a present! 

Supa had a little fun gamey contest awhile back and the winners got art!  Photos taken by the talented mommy of Owen, Ms Supa fine!  I entered because TW needed art from Supa — art from Baltimore (I’m sure it was the cheese that won it for us).  Art arrived yesterday.  TW is happy and she rambled about Baltimore because that’s what TW does.  She started to ramble about Supa’s niceness and poof she was off.

So anyway, Supa is cool.  Owen is adorable and I’m hoping the next time she has a contest she’ll give him away.  (Cheese is the always the winning answer with Supafine contests, I’m a shooo in to win!)  Go look at her photos of Owen.  (The videos of Owen are even cuter than the photos) Go read her blog.  You could click her donation button too – Blogher trips aren’t cheap, folks.  Really – go visit her and tell her how terrific she is.  (she has this great idea for a Baby Einstein Drinking Game – anyone want to fund that project? It’s a winner! Great investment opportunity…)

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Daily Dose of Music – Catie Curtis

We FINALLY saw Catie Curtis perform.  FINALLY.  TW has been talking about going to see one of her shows for YEARS but she’s either not in the south when we can go or we can’t go when she is down here. 

It’s weird.  TW has always been the one to say she wanted to see her but when pressed, TW doesn’t really KNOW much of her music.  I, on the otherhand, have never been all that anxious to juggle schedules and drive a couple of hundred miles to see her but I’m the one who knows all of her songs.  I think I also enjoyed the show more than TW did… even though she sang Elizabeth, which is one of TW’s favorites but not one of mine.

From things I’ve read about Catie Curtis, I had some concerns that her show would be "too political" particularly in terms of lesbian mommyhood politics.  It wasn’t.  She wasn’t.  She rambled about her kids in the typical mommy rambling way not the I’m a dyke and I’m a mom and do you have a problem with that sort of way.  Very "normal" stuff.  Cute stuff.  Talking about being primary mom, not having star status over the summer, her daughter singing "Milk & Water" instead of "What’s the Matter" and the baby practicing her animal sounds.  Just nice mommy stuff. 

The crowd at Cafe Eleven was well-behaved – apparently this wasn’t the case when Melissa played there awhile back.  (typical rowdy cats in heat and drunk dyke behavior that Melissa too often attracts – maybe if she really DID stop singing DRIVE at her shows she’d attract less of that???)   Very crowded show.  Opener, Anastasia, was cute but not great, she reminded us of a "Tiffany" aka Michelle type kid – young, somebody’s youngest child, struggling to sort herself out but not work too hard at it because the world should just KNOW who she is and that’s that.  Young.

I’ve got a fairly decent boot recording of the show but it is HUGE and I don’t have time to edit it so I can get it uploaded.  The iRiver did an ok job of it and maybe in my next life I’ll find time to split it up and edit out the part where I was in the bathroom with Catie Curtis – thinking I had it on pause when in fact it ummm recorded the entire pre-show bathroom visit!

Speaking of pre-show bathroom visit, during the show Catie talks about how tough it can be in a small venue with a shared bathroom.  The artist can overhear things about herself that she doesn’t want to hear… for instance playing at a UU Coffeehouse show she overheard one young woman who was less than excited to be seeing her play – she thought she was ordering Dar Williams tickets but hit the wrong button and "oh well, at least these tickets were less expensive!".  Catie didn’t hear that sort of thing in this pre-schow bathroom visit… and if she happens to peek in here she might like to know that TW and I paid less for our Dar Williams tickets, we drove a much shorter distance too.  Catie was worth the extra price and the extra drive.

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Daily Dose of Candy – Limited Edition

TW bought me candy on Saturday. This would not be notable if the candy was circus peanuts or caramel cremes or smarties (not the weird Canadian kind) or even jelly bellies. It was notable because this was a candy bar. I don’t really do candy bars. She was excited to tell me this. Excited to say “I bought you a LIMITED EDITION candy bar!” Now that is weird. Usually we buy those weird Limited Edition candy bars for HER, not for me. But this, she said, was definitely not a Limited Edition candy bar that she would ever try. Hmmm.

kitkatorg_1203_1.jpgOn Sunday as I was packing up some stuff for our trip to St Augustine, I got a peek at this special Limited Edition candy bar. Ha! Limited Edition Orange Creme Kit Kat Definitely not something she would eat, EVER. She hates push-up ice cream. She hates orange dreamcicles. I sort of like both, in the way that I sort of like some foods – which is not much but sort of.

Tonight at dinner I mentioned this Limited Edition candy bar to the small kids and they were all interested. When we got home, I pulled out the package and broke off a strip for each child (nice of Hershey’s to give us four strips per Kit Kat, isn’t it?!).

E said “Hey! It’s Orange” oh yes indeedy it was VERY orange. I wasn’t expecting that. I was expecting a normal looking Kit Kat on the outside with orange inside. Weird.

It felt weird in my hand too, not like chocolate but like some weird umm orange coating. Or some fake white chocolate coating maybe.

We all took bites. E really liked it. She was very excited about it. She would definitely buy this again and again and again. Prince J said it was ok but not great, but when I handed him the other half of my strip, he immediately popped it into his mouth. I asked why he was eating more if it was just ok. He laughed and said he just felt like eating it but not because it was great. RJ said it was good and she would occasionally buy it but it was not going to become one of her favorite candy bars because there are so many different kinds of candy bars to choose from and so many that are way better than that one. But once in awhile it would be a nice choice.

E insisted again that this was GOOD and she’d love to have more. She did balk at that when I described at as tasting like a push up ice cream with cornflakes inside. (Which is what it tasted like to me)

If you want to try a pretty good Limited Edition Kit Kat, try the mint instead.

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Daily Dose of Diet – Size Matters

Diet! Diet! Exercise! Diet! DIET! I can’t tell you how often I hear those words or say those words everyday. Well I could but then you’d want to kill me. We spend an awful lot of time thinking about diets, going on diets, going off diets, complaining about exercise and worrying about what our diets are (or aren’t) doing for our bodies.



Do you think it might be time to stop worrying so much about diet, diet, diet and worry more about overall health? Do you think it might be time to give our bodies a break and start appreciating them for what they DO look like rather than what society has convinced us they SHOULD look like?



Alas, a Blog launched the first Big Fat Carnival last week (the next one isn’t scheduled til April, darn it). There are some terrific size acceptance links in the Carnival. Go read! Ponder the message! Consider your own body, your feelings about other bodies. Does size matter?



After you’ve surfed the carnival – stop by Fat Chicks Rule and be sure to consider Lara’s entry from February 13, Soon they’ll be saying a little anorexia is ok:

Moderately heavy models may actually lower women’s self-esteem

The most annoying part was near the end with the claim “These results shed light on why magazines featuring only plus-sized models don’t have the success of the magazine that feature slim models: “…campaigns featuring moderately heavy ‘real women’ might not be as inspirational (or effective) as expected,” conclude Smeesters and Mandel.”

Interesting, eh? Women often scream for advertising that includes “real women” but is that really what we want? Does size matter?

**Cross Posted @ Blogher**


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