Hot Cranky People

I can’t stop watching this.

2009-09-10T02:35:47Z

Seriously, it never gets old.

Food nicknames that bother me.

2008-10-17T02:46:24Z

Maters
Taters
Spuds
Shrooms
‘Zza
Fixins
Fixins

I hate “Fixins” enough to list it twice.

“Veggies” is also sometimes irksome, although it’s certainly no “fixins”.

Tap tap tap

2008-10-13T22:40:09Z

Is this thing on?

The advantage of living next to chickens.

2007-07-01T18:17:12Z

My landlord (who is also the Chicken Wrangler) knocked on my door this morning and handed me these.

Fresh eggs! And they are blue!

bawk

2007-06-23T04:12:30Z

So long, sex neighbors. I am MOVING OUT.

Meet my new neighbor.

Yes. That is a chicken. In my driveway.

Goodbye, sweet pnut

2006-12-17T21:19:48Z

I had to say goodbye to Sallypnut tonight.

She’s been fighting cancer for the last two months and it finally got the best of her. She didn’t suffer, and the end was very peaceful, but she was family and my heart is aching.

If you have an indoor cat, please read up on VAS (vaccine associated sarcoma) and discuss the risks and benefits of vaccines with your vet.

I miss Chick-Fil-A.

2006-11-11T21:32:36Z

I haven’t lived in a city with Chick-Fil-A access since 1988. I miss it desperately.

I have lots of memories of going shopping at the mall with my mother when I was a kid in Atlanta. We always had lunch at Chick-Fil-A together. It was kind of our thing. I would get the combo that came in a box, with the waffle fries and the cole slaw. I remember one time in about 1980 when we were there over the school Christmas break. I was about ten years old, and had just had surgery on my ears and I had crazy huge bandages wrapped around my head. I was self-conscious about going out in public but braved the mall anyway. Some woman in the Chick-Fil-A restroom took one look at me in horror asked what had happened to me. I was mortified.

That is a weird phenomenon that I experienced again at the age of 31 when I had hip replacement surgery, and was on crutches for many weeks. Total strangers kept asking me what had happened. And inevitably when I said I had a hip replacement, they would say “Oh, you’re so young! What happened?”. I found it odd. And I wanted to say…none of your business. I know they were just trying to be nice, but people, take my word on this: If you see someone with crazy bandages, or on crutches, etc, the odds are that whatever they went through probably wasn’t fun for them, and perhaps they don’t want to relive it again and again with total strangers. Using crutches is not the equivalent of someone wearing his Senor Frog Spring Break t-shirt who is just dying to tell you about that night he did body shots off a hot girl in Cabo.

But back to Chick-Fil-A. When I was in the hospital for my hip surgery, I barely felt like eating for days, especially the gross hospital food. But when my parents showed up with a Chick-Fil-A for me…I felt better.

When I was in high school, my friend Bryan worked at the Chick-Fil-A at the food court in the mall. He always smelled like chicken. I couldn’t mock him though, because I worked a few stores down at the Blimpie, and always smelled like oil and vinegar. We envied my friend Rich, who worked at the movie theater and smelled like popcorn.

My family is also a big fan of the Chick-Fil-A cole slaw, and my mother would send my dad to buy the giant containers of it to serve at every bbq or cookout we ever had. It was the cole slaw equivalent of the famous Snack N Shop potato salad, which I wrote about here, and is the slaw against which all others are judged.

These days, I make it a point to go to Chick-Fil-A whenever I am visiting my parents in Atlanta. It has become something of a tradition that my dad picks me up at the airport, and we stop at Chick-Fil-A on the way to the house. It’s kind of our thing.

Come to think of it, a big part of my love for Chick-Fil-A is its connection with my parents. I’m sure they will enjoy reading that I may on some level equate my love for a pressure-fried chicken breast sandwich with two pickles slices with my love for them, but there you have it.

So I’m thinking about Chick-Fil-A today, because it looks like I am not going to be able to make it to Atlanta for Thanksgiving in a few weeks. Missing the post-airport Chick-Fil-A trip with my dad is just one of the things I’ll miss this year. Have some slaw for me, guys.

And then the world collapsed in on itself.

2006-11-03T21:43:28Z

I just received a text message from my 63 year old mother.

Apparently she saw something awesome in a store that she wanted to tell me about so she TOOK A PHOTO WITH HER CELL PHONE AND SENT IT TO ME.

Way to rock the technology, Mom!!

p.s. I am so totally on my way to Bed Bath and Beyond to buy that sprayer thing for my sprayer-less kitchen sink.

They have their own area.

2006-09-01T18:12:51Z

Haiku

2006-07-18T06:03:29Z

ambien capsule
my limbs shake like green jello
your work here is done