Just to let you know...as I sit here, I find it hard to think about anything other than the meal we just finished. Tonight, I stopped by The Bunkhouse on Main Street and picked up dinner for our family. Oh my gosh! It was really, really good. We had the BBQ pork sandwiches and surprisingly, for about the same cost as Burger King (5.00 for a sandwich)...but much better. I was glad we were eating this meal at home because my family was making noises "mmm..." and "wow" in between bites. This could have been embarrassing in a restaurant. Gee, they don't make those noises when I make dinner. I guess it's clear that I'm not a cook, at least not a really good one. There was a time I aspired to reach culinary and domestic heights. I wanted to be just like Martha Stewart, but I changed my mind when she went to prison. Anyway, try out the restaurant and you'll see what I mean. Thanks to all of you who wrote to Daisy, wishing her better health. She was excited to get so much mail! It really lifted her spirits. Despite missing so much kindergarten, she is becoming an excellent reader. Last week, we went to a Mexican restaurant and she was able to read what she wanted off the menu. I didn't have the heart to correct her pronunciation when she was so proud of herself...well, just watch the video. |
| As you can see, she is a delightful girl, certainly one who deserves to feel better. We had a great time at her kindergarten graduation and my other daughter's eighth grade graduation. My son seemed to be feeling a little sorry for himself since he did not get a graduation party. That's why I bought some cap guns and renamed him "Black Bart," an outlaw notorious for robbing banks and setting off deadly farts when the townspeople least expected it. "But mom," he said, perking up for the first time all day, "I don't want to be a bank robber, I just want to fart." I agreed that this would be okay. "And the reason I'm Black Bart is because I fart so hideously that I can turn the air black. I think I caused global warming to start." You know, it's important to set your goals high. Be the best, or in this case the worst, at what you do. At the end of our wild west shootout, Black Bart was captured, put on parole, and given restrictions against eating such things as cabbage and chicken mole. I guess it's not politically correct to be playing with toy guns anymore... Nor is it PC to let my daughter mispronounce "mole." It's not PC to joke about global warming. Have I offended any vegetarians with my reference to cabbage? Don't be touchy. For some reason, I don't think we have many politically correct people in Red Bluff. I look around and I just don't see it. However, maybe you aspire to political correctness. Go buy yourself a cap gun, eat some chicken mole, just get over it. I'll see you at the Redneck Olympics next week! Any Arts Council Members attending? Just curious... |
