Eating Your Feelings

Maybe a month or so ago I had a conversation with a couple of guys at church. It was an odd sort of conversation and I don't know how it ended up where it did other than I can't typically stay on topic with any conversation. It ended up on food... oh wait (!) I said I was talking to guys, didn't I? Of course it ended up on food. Silly me. I find that when you let men talk they say some funny things. Other times they can be quite insightful. Mostly they are just dumb.

G1: You should just have your favorite sandwich. (I can't remember how this started)
Me: That's the problem, I don't have A favorite sandwich, I like a lot of sandwiches.
G2: Oh come on, you have to have a favorite.
Me: No, I'm a moody eater. I only want what I want, when I want it.
G2: Really?
Me: Aren't you like that? Don't you want a particular sandwich at a certain time?
G2: Look at me (pointing to his non-girlish figure), do I look like I'm particular?
(A bit of laughter, all around)
Me: It's like pizza... there are certain times when I want certain kinds of pizza, ya know? Sometimes it will be Pizza Hut, other times I want Papa Johns (mostly for the dipping sauces), I rarely want homemade, Costco is a good price for the family, but a real pizza craving sometimes boils down to a crappy cardboard Tostinos dollar pizza.
G1: Oh yeah, Tostinos. (I can see it in his eyes. He has a story, and it's a good one.)

Guy 1 goes on about a college experience in which he broke up with a girl and it broke his heart. Guy 2 gave him a hard time because he shouldn't have done it if it broke his heart. Whatever, guys are dumb. Long story short (and it WAS a long story), he stopped and bought a couple of Tostinos pizzas and was in the process of cooking them when his roommate came home. His roommate saw that he was about to eat his feelings and performed an intervention. It was an eating intervention. That's funny I tell ya. Good stuff.

So what's the point here, H? Nothing really. Just that I've been wanting a stupid Tostinos pizza since that conversation and all I've had was Costco which just doesn't cut it. Yesterday I read a book (almost cover to cover) and there was a dumb boy in it that had a frozen pizza. In fact, I believe there were 3 separate occasions in which three separate dumb boys ate frozen pizzas.

The timer just went off, the pizza is cooling a bit, and I will go cut it into 4 equal slices with my pampered chef pizza cutter because that is what civilized people do. I'm not going to just fold that sucker in half and eat it like a taco. Dumb boys!

Boys (!)

Boys crack me up. Payton was delighted to run over to this group of boys (all from different families) and play with them. Now, I use the word "play" and "with" in the loosest of terms because that is not what boys do. Boys play beside one another and do not really interact. They certainly do not talk with one another. I think this is why they get along so well. I mean really, if you don't talk or share with one another, what's there to argue about, right? Boys really are simple in so many ways.

Are You Sick of Highly Paid Teachers?

by Meredith Menden on Friday, February 18, 2011 at 6:32pm

Are you sick of highly paid teachers?

Teachers' hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or10 months a year! It's time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do - babysit!

We can get that for less than minimum wage.

That's right. Let's give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 min. off for lunch and plan-- that equals 6 1/2 hours).

Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children. Now how many students do they teach in a day...maybe 30? So that's $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day.
However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.

LET'S SEE....
That's $585 X 180= $105,300 per year.

(Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries).

Let the Texting Begin

I was listening to the radio and heard some crazy "report" that I had to share with Bill...

Me: If given the choice between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, a woman will always choose the later without regard to if there are men on base or not. :D 100.7 is so full of information!

Bill: regular season or playoffs?

A couple of days later as I'm sitting at DMS at the Michaelmas festival, about 10am...

Me: EVERYONE around me has tatoos!

Bill: at the biker bar already?

10 am in the morning...

Me: Too early for a hamburger?
Bill: Never!

While discussing the fact that I can't use our new internet explorer...

Me: Why have you not bookmarked stuff for me yet?
Bill: Because I don't visit the "Derek Morgan" website.
(and then, after some back and forth over our temple excursion tomorrow)
Bill: just for you....
http://derek.criminal-minds.net/

I love my husband.

Kyra's First Dance

Bill chaperoned.

Obsessed with "Tash"

Sittin' on a trash can.

Above is how PT spent his first 15-20 minutes at the park... picking up and looking for trash to throw away. He found: a fork, a wrapper, 2 separate orange peels, and my BK bag. It was hard to convince him to put the orange peel into the bag and then wait to throw it away later, but it worked. Once. For a little while. With a LOT of convincing. I don't want to spend my whole morning lifting him up to throw away every piece of trash! I came to the park so he could play and I could read my book.

Oh, well. I finally decided to embrace the cuteness of this little boy and his need to tidy up the playground and take care of the trash. It's quite cute when he looks up to me with a bit of garbage in his hand and asks to throw it out. It all started with is stinky diapers and has morphed from, "da?" to "da-ih?" to "dosh?" to finally, "tash?" Sweet, sweet trash boy. I will continue to encourage this behavior in an effort to make a fine husband of you someday. Your wife will thank me later.

Spellcheck Makes me Giggle

I misspelled the word "minimum" in an email that I was sending out. I typed it in as "minimun". The first option that it gave me to correct my mistake was "mini nun". That visual just makes me giggle. Of course, I had to google image that word to give you a picture to go with the post. I don't really suggest doing that because a lot of the art associated with a mini nun involves not so much clothing on what I would not consider not so religious women. That being said, I'm not sure what to think of the number of bowling sets offered involving these sweet mini nuns being knocked over by a big hard ball.