At the grocery store the other day I was in dire need of some windshield washer fluid, and the only kind they had said it was ‘scented’. I wasn’t really sure how much you would be able to smell something that’s sprayed on the outside of the car, but I figured it couldn’t hurt. Much to my amazement, I could actually smell the scent of the fluid after I used it the first time. It was sort of nice.
Fast forward to about a month later, with the family in the car on the way home from dinner. After hearing many large insects splatting on my windshield (you know it’s spring in the South), and having just had my car washed that day, I suggested to the husband that he spray some cleaner on it. This is the conversation that followed:
There’s a boy in my son’s second grade class who is constantly making up stories. And my son, bless his heart, believes every word he says. Most recently, my son reported, this boy made up a new crayon color, sent it to Crayola, and they are going to start putting in their box of 64.
I had to explain to him that sometimes other people don’t always tell the truth. “You mean he LIED??”, he asked, horrified. “Well, this is more like a tall tale”, I told him. So now he’s never sure he wants to tell me the latest from the tall tale teller, ’cause he knows I probably won’t believe him. Bless his heart.
This is the time of year I begin to despise weather reporters. All I want to hear when I watch the forecast is “Sunny, with a high of 69”, or something along those lines. But what I get instead is “Freezing rain and snow, high 38.” That’s when I growl and turn off the TV.
I know it’s not their fault, and it’s nothing personal, but who else can I take my frustrations out on? I’ve had enough of putting on coats and sweaters and socks – oh, the endless socks I have to wash and sort in the winter!
I first started drinking coffee in college to help me stay awake at night so I could study longer. I discovered, however, that it only helped me to sleep on the couch with a book in my lap longer. I do love it still, especially the smell of freshly ground beans – I probably could just snort it right out of the coffee grinder! (Maybe that would have worked better in college.)
I have heard all the health benefits that come from tea drinking, and I like hot tea, but it just can’t replace a fresh, hot cup of coffee in the morning. I figure I’ll just get my ‘tea vitamins’ from ice tea.
Some Saturdays you just want to sleep in, then get up and have a big cup of coffee and lounge around reading, watching the food channel, doing some online shopping – mainly just being lazy. These waffles are not for those Saturdays.
These waffles are for the Saturdays when you’ve had a good night’s sleep, and you wake up rested and ready to treat yourself (and the rest of your household) to some light, crispy, ready for the butter and syrup waffles.
When I was growing up, my family lived beside my grandparents. I had an aunt and uncle that lived about two hours away in the country. I remember that whenever there was a big snow, though, they were always at our Grandma’s. I really didn’t think about it much at the time, my cousins and I were having too much fun playing and sledding and being out of school. But when I got older I realized that they must have heard the forecast and started frantically packing everyone in the car to head to Grandma’s house so they wouldn’t be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no power, no neighbors, and worse yet, no one to play with in the snow.
World Tour Day Six: Great Britain.
The first time I had scones with real clotted cream and jam was in London at the hotel where we were staying. I was very excited to sit for a proper afternoon tea and enjoy the formality of the tradition. Even though I had eaten a nice lunch not long before, I was determined to have a pot of tea and scones while I was there, hungry or not!
I like a little tradition and I like a little formality now and then, too. I have to say, I get a little frustrated with how casual and informal things have become. I swear I was sitting beside a woman at the movies last night who was wearing her pajamas and bedroom slippers! It just makes me a little uncomfortable. I mean, if you want to watch a movie in your pj’s, get something from the movie store and stay home! I’m really not interested in what you wear to bed.