Reborn Germ-a-phobia

This morning immediately upon waking from sleep, alarm induced waking, I proceeded to knock glasses off the night stand. Glasses hit the floor and bounced under bed about 2 or 3 feet. Wonderful. I tire of always being tied to a pair of reading glasses. Can't read a thing if its inside 3 feet, over that, pretty good.

Yesterday on a small grocery run, as I stood in line to check out, there was next in line behind me a father and his daughter, the little girl 3 to 4 years of age. The dad was busy looking at his phone. The little girl was down in the cart, not in the seat, and was running her mouth all over the top of the wire cart. I watched not knowing what to say or do - it was horrifying as she gummed that cart, the cold metal probably feeling good to her - but oh the humanity. The dad finally looked up - said in a somewhat cool voice, hey honey don't do that, its dirty. And then turned back to his phone. I pretended to be picking out a candy bar.

In grocery stores I am a reborn germ-a-phobe. I like kids, well I like my kids (who are now 19, 22, and 25 years old), but they always seems to be coughing, with running noses, reaching out of the buggy to grab stuff, especially produce which seems to be right at their eye level and at a short arm's length.  I choose food and boxes that are far up high and back. Bon appetit.

Froot Loops

I watched my son Tory fill a stainless steel quart size mixing bowl with Froot Loops, pour in about a pint of milk just to float those things around, and then wolf them down - all at 10:30PM last night. Why? B/C he's hungry. And he wonders how he can't sleep at night.

Further than you think

How far might you push someone else's grocery cart before you discovered it wasn't yours?

Thanksgiving Turkey Means Breaking A Few Eggs

What a "shock"! If you are going to eat turkey for Thanksgiving, you have to kill a few turkeys. Sarah Palin is interviewed in front of some turkey-farmer preparing a few birds for shipping and hilarity ensues.



My grandfather, who ran a dairy farm for years, raised calves for beef as well. One calf my brothers and I played with when we were kids and affectionately named Bruno. However, one dinner during a visit to my grandparents house my grandfather asked us if we recognized Bruno as he was being served for dinner. Forks collectively dropped and hit plates.

Limerick Day 14

I was enjoying some popcorn last night
When in the middle of one of my bites
A small piece of kernel
Caused problems eternal
Getting wedged between my pearly whites.

Ice, Ice baby

Here is someone blogging about a hot topic at our house. Ice cubes to drink ratio in a glass.

Here are the comments I left there ...

Ice to drink ratio is dependent on 3 variables: the temperature of the drink being cooled, the size of the ice cubes, and the drink glass size. As an example - freshly brewed tea is hot, but I need a drink. I have a large glass. If my wife has made ice (we use trays) the ice will be small, a whole tray will be used, and the ice will melt almost completely away, and I'll have no more left to cool it down further. If I filled the ice tray the cubes will likely be twice the size and I will use half as much initially. After melting I will still have some ice left to cool the drink to the desired temp, and a much more pleasing drink, provided I use the right amount of sweetener.

I also recommend using a straw. You can put the end in the drink right next to or in between the ice cubes and the drink will be colder. Its also easier to drink ice tea from a straw while in the car.

The straw is a key component as well. Potential drink stirrer, and it helps identify your glass from among similar drinks.

For Once Please Keep Talking

At work one morning I was a bit hungry and remembered there was some good thick French bread leftover from the previous day's lunch of BBQ. I heated it up and piled some peanut butter on it nice and thick, then headed back to my desk. I sat down, took a big bite, started to chew, and the phone rang. Without thinking I picked up the phone and discovered I couldn't open my mouth due to the peanut butter. I think I mumbled something and feverishly began chewing. Luckily for me, it was a sales call from a temp/staffing agency and she was telling me how great her company was. All I could think of was - Please Keep Talking - and she did.

It was Jerry Lewis all over again.

At least it has a pop top lid

Is this something we really need? A cheeseburger in a can. I hope that they come without onions or tomatoes.