On the left side of the sanity bell curve
She who makes the turkey is the head bitch. In the South, holiday meal preparation is an example of pack structure in action. The head bitch [usually the eldest woman] coordinates all of the subordinate bitches’ activities. The head bitch is also responsible for baking the turkey and/or ham (One large source of protein is… Continue reading On Pack Structure and Turkeys
Another day; another post. Even though it’s Christmas Eve, the weather felt more like Easter than Christmas. It rained its ass off last night and this morning was just wet. Being the short person that I am, I got to wear half wet blue jeans while we went shopping for veggies for the vegetable stock… Continue reading Hello Kitty and Broken Eggs
Call me crazy [cause many have] but we’re braving Target tomorrow. I know, I know. What the hell are we thinking?! But you see, we go through milk so quickly that we should just tie a cow up out back and I have to get a roasting pan for the brined turkey that I’m doing… Continue reading Hope Someone has Our Backs
An open letter to Arkansas weather: Dear Arkansas weather, While my family and I lived in Florida for four years, we constantly complained about the fact that Florida weather didn’t provide us with seasons. The general feel of the place was sticky and warm with about a week of “winter”. There were no months of getting… Continue reading An Open Letter to Arkansas Weather
There’s nothing like Walmart right before Christmas to put me in a thoroughly crappy mood. We had a couple of presents left to buy and we were out of milk. Since we had to go to Walmart for the presents, we braved the horrid place [against my better judgement]. If you’re not from the South… Continue reading The Christmas Spirit in Me
If you’ve been “reading me” for any length of time then you know that I have a Baby Hawk carrier and that I LOVE it. Even in small town Arkansas, I get compliments on it and I think that it’s damn handy to have both of my hands free so that I can deal with… Continue reading Leg Circulation is a Necessary Evil
I’m yawning so much right now that if I hadn’t been with Tucker when he got fixed then I might worry about being knocked up. However, I remember more of the procedure than Tucker does [the getting fixed part] so I know the pregnancy thing isn’t an issue. Maybe it’s the fact that Oliver is… Continue reading Not That I’m Saying I Told You So…
Wednesdays are supposed to be “Wordless Wednesdays”. The whole premise of the day is rather obvious – a wordless day with nothing but pictures. However, as you may have noticed, I’m not too good at the whole “wordless” thing and by the time I finally get around to posting something on my personal site there… Continue reading Side Boob
Cara’s in bed and Oliver is on the Boppy on my lap. The day started with us getting up way too early to meet my aunt, cousin and his family at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Next was a trip to Target since we were out of milk and batteries. Look. If you see the AA… Continue reading Avoid Cheap Batteries
Us Southerners LOVE us some grief. It seems that we enjoy wallowing in it. That’s the only conclusion I can draw from requiring the family of the deceased to sit and watch whilst everyone streams past the open casket. Every third person or so loses their shit and then it’s water works from just about… Continue reading On Southern Grief
So I’m not quite sure what is going on with my camera and why this picture is so damn blurry. Maybe the lens needs to be cleansed of Cara finger prints? Maybe the camera is having emotional issues since it is a well known fact that cameras do have emotions. Whatever the case, I figured… Continue reading Prehensile Thumbs and Mariachi Men
So if you’ve been following me on Twitter then you know that I got a PR pitch of sorts that was addressed to someone else. Way to make a girl feel special, guys. Since I’ve posted a video before by the Simon’s Cat guy, they figured that I would be interested in publicizing this new… Continue reading Simon’s Sister’s Dog
