I have been forewarned, from Bezal herself, not to be mushy or cheesy. Under those limitations, this post will be very short. As mentioned several times on both LB’s and my blog, we are as different as night and day. One of those biggest differences being the cheese factor. LB has little tolerance for it and I can be Chester Cheetah himself.
With that being said, I don’t know what to publicly confess here on the blog. I, of course, got her a card where I let the mushiness run free, but being a blogger, I have to say something here or that would just be bad husband blogging etiquette.
So, thank you Beezy. Thank you for accepting my request 2yrs and 9mo ago. Thank you for pushing me toward greatness and spurring me toward Christ. Thank you for being my helper, encourager, and a wonderful mother to our daughter. Thank you for choosing to love me, but not making it feel like a choice.
Happy Anniversary LB.
She has put up with me for two years today...of course that could be because she spends every other weekend in Scottsboro.
They Left Me, Again
LB and Ada are headed north on I-75 as I type this. They are on their way to Scottsboro for our little niece’s birthday party this weekend. Meaning, it’s going to be another long weekend of solitude for me. I always hate the first day I come home from work and there is no LB or Ada there to greet me. One of my favorite parts of the day is when I get home and Ada starts jumping up and down because she is so excited to see me and then buries her little head into my shoulder in an attempted hug when I pick her up. Note that LB does not jump and down upon my arrival, nor do I pick her up. I do, however, have a few things planned to get me through my solo weekend.
First, I am glad they left on a Thursday because it has become the best night in television. Of course, The Office is coming on at 9. LB and I have recently been watching all of the current season on NBC.com and I now have to mark “The Deposition” as one of my favorite all-time Office episodes. Right after it goes off, I’m quickly flipping over to Lost at 10. This 5 week hiatus has been way too long! Two of my favorite shows in the same night. Sweet.
I know what you are thinking: “But, Scott, The Office doesn’t come on until 9 and you get home at 5. What ever are you going to do until then!?” Don’t worry my friend, the second wave of softball games are tonight. One at 7 and one at 8. I am very much looking forward to them after last week. Last week, we won both games by the mercy rule, meaning we were beating them so badly, the umpires had to stop the game early just so the other teams could salvage what little dignity they had left after our thrashing of their teams. And lets not forget my all-star performance, and by all-star, I mean that I didn’t strike out or get hit in the face. The ball was actually hit to me about 5 times and I made the play every time, something I never did during practice. Seriously, every time the ball was hit to me during practice, I missed it. Good thing they wouldn’t have had enough players without me, or I would have never gotten the chance to prove that I am not completely incompetent. If things continue tonight, I am going to be very excited. I haven’t been on a winning team of any kind since my little league team won the “League Championship” when I was 10. That is 16yrs of losing. Depressing, I know.
Tomorrow night, the Braves are playing on a channel I actually get. One thing I forgot about when the decision was made to go with an HD antenna as opposed to cable is I only get about 1/10 of the Braves game. I guess it’s a wash anyway, since having wife and child, I would only get to watch about tenth of the games even I could get them all anyway. Now, when they do play on a channel I get, LB lets me watch the whole game, so I like to consider my Braves viewing is now more about quality than quantity. Anyway, they are playing the New York Metropolitans tomorrow night and it’s on a channel I actually get. So the plan is, get some wings from somewhere and plop down on the couch and waste the night away tomahawk chopping alone in my living room with a plate of hot wings. If the Braves pull it out, it could be a night of perfection.
Saturday, there are a few things going on. I still have to mow MY yard with MY lawnmower, I still love that I can say that now. But the big thing on Saturday, THE NFL DRAFT. More good timing about LB’s departure, because I can get lost in this thing and watch all 52 hours or however long it lasts. I am going to try to limit myself to the first couple rounds to avoid the whole slothfulness thing mentioned in the bad habits from yesterday, but it can really suck me in. Not only do you get to see highlights from all the best collegiate athletes from the past year, but it is about hope for your favorite NFL team. This is their chance for renewal, a chance to turn things around, and we all know the Falcons need it. Hopefully with the new regime, we’ll see the beginning of a turn around in the franchise on Saturday, but I won’t continue to bore everyone with the bad taste in my mouth courtesy of the Atlanta Falcons.
Sunday, there is church and community group, but I am not sure how I will fill the gap in between those two. Maybe run…hahahaha…sorry about that. I do also have We Are Marshal and Into the Wild sitting on the counter in their little red Netflix sleeve. I am sure I will come up with something.
So starting today I have 5 days and 4 nights to keep myself occupied while I am all by my lonesome. I have faith that I will manage. I have done it before and can do it again. But I already miss that little redhead…both of them.
Tagged
Lets get straight to it….
10yrs ago….
I was 16, probably walking through the halls of GHS with a cast on my right hand, a ruler tucked into the cast for itching emergencies and travel size bottle of Neutra-Air because that thing was potent. Or, I was hanging with the Cuzes at Blake Hamilton’s house in Hickory Hills either watching movies or planning our next neighboring city trip because there was nothing to do in Guntersville. If none of the above, I was definitely cruising around in Stan the Stanza on my way to baseball practice or Friday night basketball at the Methodist church.
5 Things on my to do list…
1. Mow my very own yard with my very own lawnmower for the second time ever in my life – very liberating.
2. Keep Ada during LB’s tutoring thing on-line tonight
3. Run – yeah, right!
4. Forecast all the promotional ads for the Northeast before I leave work today – another yeah, right
5. Find the perfect gift for LB for our 2yr anniversary next week
Snacks I enjoy…..
1. Hot Tamales – not the tasty Mexican dish, those little red cinnamon things. One time during a power outage at LB and Katie B’s Sterling apt, I found out these are also very good when roasted over a candle.
2. Harvest Cheddar Sun-chips
3. Half-cold half-hot left over pizza
4. Any flavor of Cheez-its
5. Ada’s Gerber Pear Blueberry Oats 2nd foods
5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire...
1. Buy a sports franchise. NFL or MLB, not hockey or basketball. You would get to see me at all the games because they always show the owner in his luxury box.
2. Give LB enough money that she could go on a cool trip and take the White House girls with her on our dime. (I just said that to earn points.)
3. Payoff EVERYTHING.
4. Buy an island somewhere off the coast of nowhere, name it Cuz Island, then build a small community on it. All of the Cuzes, WH girls, and fellow bloggers would be welcome anytime and we’d all take regular vacations together.
5. Tithe, of course. I have to be a good steward.
5 Bad habits...
1. Not being a good steward, time or money.
2. Trying to make LB laugh when I can clearly tell she is not in the mood for me to try and make her laugh.
3. Slothfulness – never running or exercising
4. Too much TV, not enough books and I don’t see this one changing anytime soon.
5. I don’t stop eating when I am full, only when the food is gone.
5 Places I have lived....
1. Guntersville, AL – I was lucky enough to be born and raised in the loveliest little town in all the land. A quaint little lake community nestled in the foothills of the rolling Appalachians…what’s not to love?
2. Athens, GA - it was a fun year there, but I should have never gone there
3. Auburn, AL – holds a special place in my heart because this is where I met my baby’s momma
4. Atlanta, GA – it’s where the playas play, so I naturally had to live there.
5. The Mac-D – home sweet home. Well, we’re working on it.
5 jobs I have had...
1. Weather’s Furniture - furniture delivery person – the reason my back is messed up to this day.
2. Bulldog Sporting Goods - ‘salesman’ – we used to fight over who got to help the attractive girls and always tried to avoid the avid runners. The runner’s would always ask us specific questions about the shoes and we had no idea. They would call us out on it, too.
3. Heartstrings Enterprises – jewelry engraver - this would have been the worst job in the world if it hadn’t been for some of the guys I worked with. They made it all worth it. I still miss some of them. Matthew or Chad, if you ever happen upon this blog, I am talking about you.
4. Bluelinx – my first real world job.
5. Fresh Express – I predict salad consumption….boring
I want to thank Lindsay and Milla for tagging me. Especially Milla for saying that my posts are always entertaining, you now hold a special place in my heart and your house on Cuz Island will be bigger than everyone else’s.
Now, I get to tag some folks. I am going to follow LB’s lead and tag my sister-in-law Ann and my old economics partner/white house girl extraordinaire Shannon. I don’t know if either read the blog, but I know that neither have one of their own and need to.
Girls, if you are reading. Ann, the world could always use more Ellie and Luke updates, even it is just posting pictures and those in the blogosphere eat up home renovation/construcion posts. Shannon, I drove to Canada and back with Allan, I know your blogging well will never run dry.
Day of the Fellas
I have several posts rattling around in my head right now, but no time to get them all done. I have one about the wussification of America, one about the door-to-door vacuum serpent, eh, salesman who slithered his way into our home last night, one about the two softball games last week, one about how I creatively tried to explain sanctification to Ada yesterday via a twosy diaper, and I’ve been tagged again…No time! No time! There’s never enough time! I’m so…scared!…whoa, pardon the brief Jessie Spano spasm. I started this post Saturday afternoon, but was too busy being the social butterfly that I have become and didn’t have time to finish it. (Wait, I don’t want to compare myself to a butterfly, too girly, go back and reread that last sentence and replace butterfly with…albatross.) I thought I would try and knock it out during lunch today before it got too old to post.
First of all, I would like to thank LB for keeping our little bundle of joy/restlessness on Saturday. Without her, none of this would have been possible.
So, I got my first of many farmers’ tans of the summer Saturday afternoon by attending my first Braves' game of the season. Shef and I decided to get tickets last week when I thought LB was going to be out of town this past weekend. Had I known I was going to abandon her by going to the game, I probably would have never given my go ahead to purchase the tickets…probably. For the pre-game meal we hit up The E.A.R.L. where I had one of the nation's top 3 burgers. It wasn’t my first from there, so I knew they are everything advertised to be! From there, we drove on over to Turner Field. We got there about an hour early because the tickets we had also doubled as passes to the Braves Hall of Fame and Museum. I wasn't really expecting much, but when we walked in, it was very cool. My favorite part was the bat Hank Aaron used to hit his record-breaking homerun and the 1995 World Championship Trophy. We wandered around the museum for about 45min, then headed off to our seats. Which were awesome by the way, right up front about halfway down the first base foul line. The next time you are watching a game and see where the ball boy is sitting, that’s where we were. I could have given Jeff Francoeur a congratulatory slap on the rear if I had so wished. I refrained. I got to see my ex-favorite Atlanta Brave Andruw Jones hit his first homer of the year, but the Braves ended up pulling out the win, I did the tomahawk chop, and went home. Good times.
Earlier that day I had found out the fellas at our new church were getting together for a “Band of Brothers” evening. Being new to the area and new to the church, LB and I are always looking to form new friendships, so, there was no option, I had to go. Not that I didn’t want to go, but I had left LB at 1pm, gotten home at 7, and was about to leave again. All of this on her “day off”. I felt very guilty, but as soon as I walked into that full basement complete with a 50” plasma high definition television and the UFC pay-per-view event blaring, only one emotion remained inside of me, complete macho-awesomeness. I hadn’t watched UFC since I was in college, mostly because when Beezy and I first got married, we lived in a 600 sq ft apartment. We pretty much only had a bedroom and living room in that little apartment and everywhere we went we were always standing next to each other. So, whatever was on the TV was always a compromise and lets just say UFC is not her cup of tea. Eventually, UFC faded from my life. Until this past Saturday night, and all of its man-glory came rushing back to me. It was just like old times, only with a new set of males in the semi-circle facing the screen. It was good meeting new guys from the church and getting to know them. What better way to get to know a fellow brother in Christ than sitting around cracking jokes about some dude trying to bash in another dude’s skull? It was a very good night. Lots of fellowship, lots of laughs, lots of blood, more good times.
To further prove my new Social Albatross status, these were the 3rd and 4th outings I have partaken in, in the last month. A couple of Sunday nights ago, I got together with a few guys from my old community group and we grabbed dinner and played a little poker, another love of mine from the college days. Then, the next day, I went to that same basement and that same magnificent 50” screen of grandeur and watched the college basketball national championship with some fellas from the new church.
The crazy thing is, I haven’t missed the couch at all and I never thought I would say that.
Company Plug and a Few Randoms
Company Plug - Not too long ago, Fresh Express came out with these things called Gourmet Café salads. I suggest you look them up in your local grocer (they’ll be in the bagged salad section) and give them a try. There are 6 different kinds: Tuscan Pesto Chicken, Caribbean Chicken, Turkey Chef, Waldorf, Chicken Caesar, and Orchard Harvest (the vegetarian option.) They are a great option if you are looking for a quick, convenient, low calorie lunch. They are full size salads and all come with different ingredients and toppings, but just to give you an idea, we’ll take my favorite personal favorite – Caribbean Chicken. It comes with juicy grape tomatoes, island spiced chicken breast, a trio of dried tropical fruit, chili lime corn chips, topped with a mango salsa vinaigrette, on a bed of fresh romaine lettuce. You put all the toppings in the bowl, put the lid back on and shake it like a saltshaker. Take the provided fork/chopstick device and indulge. I really enjoy them, but have yet to have to pay for one because we get all the stuff that will go bad within 5 days of getting to the customer. I say that to say, they may be insanely overpriced. But if they’re not and if you decide to try them, let me know what you think. One other quick FE tidbit – FE made USA Today’s Top 25 Inventions in the Last 25 Yrs list. I know this because the article it proudly displayed in everyone in management’s office here, some have it framed. (You can see the article here.)
Now, moving on, I want to publicly denounce my man-crush from a few posts ago. Yes, I still think Segel is hilarious and probably would still hang out with him if I ever got the chance, but he has done the unthinkable. In his new movie, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, he drops tro’ and bares all for the world to see, not once, not twice, but a total of four times. I cannot have a publicly confessed man-crush on someone who promotes unnecessary ‘dudity’. Now that I am thinking about it, I can’t think of a scenario where public dudity is a necessity. So consider this crush, much like my endearing boyhood affections for young Stephanie Tanner, terminated, effective immediately.
Finally, my first two official softball games are tonight. I just hope that I don’t strike out or get hit in the face. If I can avoid those two scenarios, I will consider it a success. Everyone please say a little prayer for me.
PS. Don't forget, new episode of The Office tonight!
Highlights from the Last 5 Days
Tonight, I thought I would just give a quick recap of the highlights since my post last Wednesday because I know there is a faction of America out there eagerly waiting to see what is going on in my life. That, and I thought House was coming on tonight but it didn’t, so now I'm bored. Never mind the reasoning, just be happy it’s here. Now, a little somethin’ somethin’ for my groupies.
THURSDAY
It was my “Friday” because I had taken off work to drive back to Alabama on Friday morning. I skipped Fresh Express softball practice because I still hadn’t packed for my 3-day tour back home. This was a highlight because I didn’t have to go embarrass myself in front of all the professional softball players. The last practice the guy that was hitting before me hit 6 homeruns in a row. I only hit one that rolled to the fence and I dropped a pop fly…this is going to be a long season. The best thing on Thursday would have to be the return of The Office. Man! I have missed Andy Bernard!
FRIDAY
I headed out to Crossville, AL at about 10:30 am, just Ada and me. This was our first time to go overnight with no Bezal there for precautionary reasons. It was do or die and I was both anxious and excited. If you read LB’s blog you’ll note that she lied to you last week and said I was staying here in the Mac-D with Ada. I know she is truly sorry, but it was necessary as to not spoil the surprise birthday party for my Mom. (She blog-stalks both our blogs.) The road trip led to a couple highlights. Of course, arriving at Mom’s house with Ada in tow and mom having no idea was rewarding, but the major event on Friday happened during the drive home. Ada only slept about 30min of the 3.5hr drive so there was a lot of one-sided conversation going on in the Altimator, but after about 45min of me going “Dadadadada”, it finally worked. Ada said Dada for the first time! She did it multiple times, so I know it wasn’t a fluke. She’s been saying Mamamama for a while, but mark April 11, 2008 down as her first Dada.
SATURDAY
Saturday started with a bang, with one of my parent’s famous homemade breakfasts. They have perfected this in their some odd 40yrs together. Mom does the homemade biscuits and the gravy from scratch while Dad fries up the eggs and whatever meat is waiting to be tossed in the skillet, it’s usually homemade sausage that my Dad gets from a guy he knows. It’s probably more calories than I am used to eating in two days, but what sweet breakfast perfection it is! After that, it was my job to get Mom out of the house for a couple hours so my sisters could get everything ready for the surprise party. Of course, this was no problem because Mom loves to go shopping for Ada. We went to few stores, had a few new outfits and by then it was time to head back. I had to trick Mom into going home because she wasn’t done with her day out on the town yet. From a distance, you could see the used car lot that was my parents’ driveway, and Mom started wondering what was going on. She still had no idea until we pulled in and about 40 people started singing Happy Birthday day to her. The surprise was a success and we had pulled off my Mom’s first surprise birthday party in her life. The rest of the evening was filled with friends, family, and grilled hamburgers and hotdogs. Good times! Oh, one other thing. Later that night I took Ada for a quick visit to see her Uncle BP. Ada had been in a great mood all weekend, but both times BP tried to hold she screamed bloody murder. I’m talking about the kind of screaming where she doesn’t breath for about 10 seconds and then lets it all out. It was awesome.
SUNDAY
Other than the end of a great weekend there was not much going on yesterday. The drive back only took me 2.5hrs, so that was a highlight. Ada slept 1.5hrs and that was a big help. I never had to stop to give her a bottle or anything. Oh, one of my favorite things are those church billboards they have out front with funny sayings on them. Well, I witnessed a good one on the drive back: “God reads KNEE-mail. Have you sent him one lately?” Hilarious. That ranks up there with “Wal-mart is not the only place that saves” Ahh, I love them. I made it back about 30min before Beezy got back from Auburn, so I got Ada fed, changed, and ready for her reunion with Mom. We were waiting on the front porch when LB pulled up. We all piled back in the car and went to grab something to eat and settled back in for the night. Ready to start another week of working for The Man.
MONDAY
I was backed up at work from missing Friday. House didn’t come on. I guess the highlight would have to be my hour I spent with Ada while LB did her tutoring online thing. We invented a new game, called "Daddy Moonwalk". This is where Ada stands on my mangut and jumps up and down. Ada loves it and it gives me motivation to lose some weight, so why not? I think this trumps our old game that I titled "Pass the Pacci". This is where Ada puts her pacifer in my mouth and then takes it out and repeats until something else gets her attention.
New Man-Crush
A man-crush, as defined by the urban dictionary, is a male having strong and extremely complicated positive platonic emotions towards another male.
The most recent public display of affection, man crush style, came last week from the University of Clemson’s head football coach Tommy Bowden. You can see the interview here, but I have outlined the good stuff for you below:
Tommy Bowden on freshman Kyle Parker, who is having a really good season with the baseball team: “I’ve watched him practice and I’ve watched him play (baseball). He’s really good looking. If I was a girl, I’d be very interested in him. He wears those tight pants. When you wear loose stuff, you can’t tell the definition of a guy’s body. In baseball, everything’s tight and you can tell he’s very well put together.”
As creepy as that is, it gave me the motivation to publicly profess my newest budding man-crush. That’s right. I am secure enough in my manhood, I’ll rock the pink shirt, I’ll admit when I have the man love. I promise mine is not as disturbing as Mr. Bowden’s. Man-crush as defined by me, a dude I would really like to hang with because he seems awesome. Briefly mentioned last week in my 100 (#55), it is none other than Jason Segel.
I first saw Segal back in ’99 in the cult classic “Freaks and Geeks”. A show about high school set in 1980 centered around two different cliques, the Freaks and the Geeks. How this show only lasted only 1 season, I’ll never know. Though the show was genius and I would recommend it, the freak Nick Andopolis didn’t stand out to me yet.
My man-crush began a few months ago when I first started watching the CBS comedy How I Met Your Mother on a regular basis. HIMYM is in the middle of season 3 right now, so I had to go back and catch up TV on DVD style, (which is always fun.) HIMYM, though a bit racier than I usually like, is by far one of the best comedies on television and I could go on and on why (great writing, great storytelling, original concept, great characters), but Segel’s character, Marshal Eriksen, is the main reason why I keep coming back. He cracks me up. If you get a chance, check him out – Mondays 8:30/7:30pm on CBS. The storyline takes place 30yrs from now and is told in a series of flashbacks by a Dad telling his kids stories about, you guessed it, how he met their mom. In the end it is a sitcom, so I am sure catching one episode won’t leave you lost, but they do a great job taking old episodes and going back to fill in stuff you didn’t see the first go round (one of my favorite parts of the show.) You may not know what exactly is going on with overall storyline, but Marshall is sure to make you laugh.
I was also excited to learn that he has 2 movies coming out and he’s writing the script for the new Muppets movie, how awesome is that? I’ve never been excited about a Muppets movie before, even when I was 8. The first of his 2 movies, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, is coming out next weekend. I am a bit nervous because it is a Judd Apatow film and they are usually way over the top on the raunch scale. But since my man is the lead role (and co-wrote it), I am going to have to give it a shot. Never fear, I’ll let you know if you need to stay away from it.
Now you can add Jason Segel to my growing list of man-crushes, pencil him in there with the likes of Bruce Willis, Jorge Garcia, and Jeff Francoeur. Any of you other fellas out there care to fess up to yours? You know you’ve had them. Admit it, even if it was just Zach Morris from back in the day. You know you wish you could freeze time like he could. Ladies, feel more than welcome to confess any woman-crushes you may have or had through out the years as well.
PS: The Biggest Loser finale is next week and they have left it up to America to decide who the third finalist is going to be. So, if you have a second please go here and vote for Roger. The other guy, Mark, is a toolbag so you don't want to vote for him. Big Rog earned a the spot in my eyes it by setting the record for most weight loss while at the Biggest Loser campus (144lbs).
Hungry, Hungry Hoagie
A warning, this post may not be for the weak stomached.
Milla asked me in the comment section of my "100 facts" (2 posts down) about the specifics of #14 on my list. I decided I would tell the story because I don’t think I have ever confessed it to anyone before, so, it may help to get it off my chest, to get it all out there.
I remember it like it was yesterday…It was a bright Saturday morning, my buddy that lived across the street and I had been riding our bikes, throwing rocks at ducks, and catching worms to use as bait all morning. I remembered mom had told me I had to clean out Hoagie's cage this weekend. (For those who haven't read my 100, Hoagie was my first (and only) hamster.) I hadn’t had Hoagie very long and I wanted to prove how responsible I was. I had a dream of saving up my allowance and buying two or three cages and a ton of those connecting tubes to create a mini-hamster community. Sort of like this. Of course, the one I had imagined in my head was much more elaborate than that one. Unfortunately, this childhood dream never came to fruition.
It was getting to be about lunchtime, so I decided I would pedal back home to clean out the cage and get something to eat. Like I mentioned before, I hadn’t had Hoagie very long, I had no idea she was pregnant, or even a she. So, I was in no way prepared for what I was about to see.
I got home, walked into my room, and was horrified. There in the corner of the cage was a skinless little half eaten baby hamster carcass, just a tail and some legs. I’m not sure if a normal 7yr old would think this was cool or not, but call me a girly-man if you would like because I did not think it was cool. Maybe if I were expecting it, like if my aforementioned buddy had said, “Hey Scott, c’mere an’ check out this hamster eating it babies” Then I might have been like, “OK, cool!”
But that is not how it played out. At all. I unexpectedly walked in and saw my cute little hamster gnawing on the head of its very own young. Oh, I forgot to mention, after I saw the one decapitated baby hamster body lying lifeless in the corner, I scanned to other side of the cage and there was Hoagie, staring back at me with another innocent baby hamster in the locks of her jaws, chomping away. So, not only did I just see the aftermath of her carnage, I witnessed the actual crime.
I started thinking back, had I not been feeding her? Was I to blame for this massacre, this hamstercide? Is the blood of those two tiny hamster babies on my hands? It was a lot for a 7yr old to take in all at once, but eventually I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault and have not suffered any long term feelings of guilt.
Looking back, I think that Hoagie had come down with “the sickness” like in the movie 28 Days Later. After she had cannibalized her two newborn pups, she ran around in circles for a while, ran crazily on her wheel, going nonstop for hours, then curled up into a little ball of fur in the corner of the cage, began breathing very heavily, and eventually went on to meet the Great Hamster Maker in the Sky.
After that experience, I have never desired to own another hamster again. Sure, they may look all cute and cuddly to the naked eye, but I have seen their true demonic nature firsthand. (Proven here, that this behavior is their norm.) I feel the same way about hamsters as Bobby Boucher’s mama feels about fools’ ball…they’re of the devil!
My Night
I had to work a little later than usual tonight and didn’t get home until a little after 6. When I walked in, I could tell both, Ada and LB were ready for me to get home. Ada greeted me with her signature “hug”, this is where she leans forward and rests her forehead on you for a second. By far, my favorite new Ada trick to date. I could tell that Beezy had been in a heavyweight bout with her allergies all day and despite counter punching with Zyrtec and Claritin the allergies had landed a knock out blow.
LB was KO’d by 630, leaving just Ada and me, and I was starving. I grabbed a box of Wheat Thins to keep me company as I looked for something to eat. Being the domestic goddess that she is, the only stuff we have to eat has to be cooked and there wasn’t time for that. I checked the canned goods cabinet…PAYDIRT!!…a can of Campbell’s Chicken & Stars from when Ann and the kids visited a few weeks ago. I threw it in the microwave and fired up the stove eye for a complimentary 3 pieces of cheese grilled cheese sandwich.
While this was going on in the kitchen, I had sat Ada in the living room floor and turned Praise Baby on. She was content as long as her pile of “toys” was only an arm’s length away. Her toys consisted of a rattle, a pack of baby wipes, a set of keys, a stuffed dog, my belt, a box of dental floss, and a spatula. A dad’s gotta improvise. 
I sat down on the love seat and used the ottoman as my table. I will admit, I was a little disappointed with the Chicken & Stars, but the grilled cheese was divine. Ada was getting a little fidgety, but all I had to do was sing a long to one of the praise songs for a second and she was would start smiling, singing, and clapping, another new trick, and forget about being upset. Ada’s singing is her saying “Ahhhhhahhaaahhah” in an increasingly high pitched tone. She is destined for American Idol.
Speaking of AI, I have to go give her a bath now so I can be done in time to wake LB up before it comes on. She would be mad at me if I let her miss it.
To all a good night….
