Here’s a little pop quiz for all of you guys about my trip to RayRay’s hometown.
1. Three
a) the number of hot fudge sundaes from the Country Cream Hot Dog Stand that I’ve eaten
b) the number of footlong hot dogs from the Country Cream Hot Dog Stand that I’ve eaten
c) the number of boring football games I’ve unwillingly watched
d) all of the above
2. 1,293,843
a) the number of people in RayRay’s hometown
b) the number of people who have pinched Bean’s fat cheeks
c) the number of times Bean has received kisses or hugs from people in RayRay’s home town
d) none of the above
3. a billion
a) the number of times someone’s asked when I’ll post new Bean pictures
How do you think you did? No, there isn’t a prize for making a good grade. But, there is a prize for reading The Blab today…. pictures of Bean. Enjoy.
Sitting with Mama mab
Bathtime
Ready for Christmas
First, a shout-out to my buddy CL: YAY, BABY! Her little one arrived happy and healthy on Monday. I never imagined I’d be stateside when he arrived, so I’m just tickled blue. (No, not tickled pink…. it is a boy, you know!) When we get back to my hometown, I hope to visit the little cutie pie.
Right now, however, we are in RayRay’s hometown. So, you know what that means…. HOT DOGS! Yup. I had a footlong today with a cherry coke and an ice cream sundae to finish it off. The chili on the hot dog was perfect. In fact, I’d call it perfectamundo. The hot dog itself has a bit of spice and it is some unnatural shade of red. Ordinarily this would freak me out, but my taste buds overcome my reason. They also overwhelm my vocabulary and bring me to declare the cheesy dog scrumptogorgeous. The cherry coke wasn’t the kind in a can. No, it was the kind where they dump the overly sweet cherry-flavored syrup into the coke, thereby decreasing the nutritional value of that beverage from a zero to a negative 15. And, it had the little crunchy ice! So, what do I call that cherry coke? Yummity Yum Yum! Then, there’s the sundae. Man, the fudge they put on that sundae is some serious fudge. If I had to think of a word to describe the fudge, it would be wonderlickitylicious. Underneath this wonderlickitylicious fudge is the best custard ice cream you’ve ever eaten. My word for this ice cream: custardeliciosity.
In short, today I had a scrumptogorgeous hot dog with perfectamundo chili, a Yummity Yum Yum cherry coke, and a custardeliciosity ice cream sundae with wonderlickitylicious fudge.
I shall return tomorrow to experience this gastronomical and vocabularical delight once more.
We’re back in my hometown hanging out with my mom. We’ll head to RayRay’s hometown in a few days. Bean is busy being held, hugged, kissed, cuddled, played with, sung to, talked with, and generally admired.
Besides seeing family and surprising Britty, y’all know I’ve been looking forward to the food. I’ve had BBQ, Mama’s roast, steaks on the grill, Luby’s, chocolate chip pancakes, fried chicken, and heaps of bacon. But some of the most beautiful meals have been simple turkey sandwiches with cheddar cheese. Yummmmmmm! Next week we’re having the best turkey in the world for Thanksgiving. We’re having a Greenberg. For those of you who don’t know this bit of smoked bliss, you’re missing out on living. I was so used to eating Greenbergs that I thought all turkeys tasted that way. Then, I ate a non-Greenberg turkey and it was dry and not all that tasty. I realized that the delectable goodness that I knew was a result of their special smoking and magicosity that takes place at Greenberg.
So, you don’t have a turkey yet? Go order a Greenberg. They’ll ship anywhere in the U.S. And they’re fabulous. They kick Butterball’s butterbutt.
Here’s the person I went to see yesterday:
Yes, I am admitting that yesterday’s post was a lie. A big, fat lie. I even posted a lie comment. (Don’t bother going to check the lie-post, I already deleted it.)
Why did I lie? I’ll get to that in a moment.
So, I’m in Texas. We came in Friday night. Yesterday we surprised Britty (Tito was in on everything, Ethan slept through everything). In order to preserve the surprise, we haven’t told many people about our arrival. So, I haven’t been able to blog the past 2 weeks about packing up, heading over here, seeing my folks, them meeting Bean for the first time, Bean’s first international plane flight, or anything else. But, it’s all been worth it just to see the surprise on Britty’s face!
So, that’s why I lied. Just in case she checked my blog, I had to give her a reason why I’d been out of contact all weekend. Thus the story about going to the willage and people coming over to see us. Big Pack ‘o Lies.
I’ll be in the states for a few weeks. To pre-emptively answer your questions, I am here for some medical treatment. It’s something completely treatable and should be of short duration, but I don’t feel like sharing details right now. We also felt that it was best to come back to the States for treatment. So, here I am. I do hope to see many of you while we’re here, but we’re not going to have the crazy schedule we had last time. Right now we’re spending lots of time with family and introducing them to Bean.
Gotta run. More later.
To all of my friends who’ve been a part of the recent baby boom, here’s a comic for you….
(This is today’s Real Live Adventures by Gary Wise & Lance Aldrich.)
I actually have a friend who says that labor is far worse for the man. After all, he has to see his wife go through pain. He also thinks that men shouldn’t be in the labor and delivery room. So, he actually won’t ever see his wife go through pain. Somehow he doesn’t see the lack of logic in this statement…
Above the check-out stands at our local chain grocery store is a giant sign. “WE ARE AGAINST GLOBAL WARMING,” it informed me as I sacked my groceries in a plastic bag. On my way out, I walked by the display of electric heaters running at full-blast in the already warm store and a huge stack of sacks of coal ready for our home heaters. They had also installed a new drink machine that was powered by electric extension cords run out of the ceiling. As my eyes adjusted to the dark night after being in the well-lit fluorescent store, I felt good that our grocery store has such a strong social conscience.
Maybe I’ll put a sign in my living room that says “WE ARE AGAINST CLUTTER.” Although, I’m not sure if I should put it over the spot where the clothes-drying rack is standing, full of today’s laundry, or if I should find a spot on the wall above the toy basket that’s overflowing. Perhaps I could put it over the table full of the detritus of my day. I’m sure I’ll find a place and then everyone will know where I stand.
Right now it is 12:15 a.m.
Right now my daughter is talking and laughing instead of sleeping.
Right now two guys named Hank are loudly discussing religion in the living room with my husband.
Right now one of them was supposed to be catching a bus. (I guess right now he’s missing it.)
Right now my kitchen is full of dirty dishes.
Right now some kid upstairs is badly practicing the recorder.
Right now it is 12:15 a.m.
Yesterday another sweet boy was ushered into the world. Sweet little Micah was born to my sofa-sitting friends JandJ! I don’t know how many pounds or inches, but I do know from looking at Michelle & Chelsea’s site that he is ADORABLE. And, with two new nephews, I’m as proud as punch. (You didn’t know punch could be proud, did you?)
The precious, beautiful, wonderful, perfect little baby E Hood was born this morning! He’s 7 pounds, 13 ounces and 20 inches long. Years ago I declared Britty to be my sister, so this child is automatically my nephew. He shall call me Auntie Hen.
Oh, sweet E, I haven’t seen you in person, but I already love you! Everyone go to Brit’s site and give her a shout-out of congrats!
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