Menu for the Week

Here is our menu for the week. It started Saturday, but I just am now posting it.
Saturday Pimento cheese chicken, garlic bread or ciabatta from freezer, salad (lettuce from last week)
Sunday-Melissa–Tapas (Cheese tour, meat tour, street corn, burrata, pickled vegetables. )
Monday-Chicken Fried steak, mashed potatoes, cream gravy
Tuesday-Hash brown Casserole
Wednesday – Birthday Dinner! Foreplay Funghi (No eggplant–crookneck instead)
Thursday – Luau Pork, macaroni salad
Friday-Leftovers OR hot dogs, baked beans or bbq beans or just chips

Holidays and hashtags

I love nearly ALL holidays. #Talklikeapirate day excluded. But, go ahead and sign me up for #gruntledworkerday and family favorite #pigday. I even have a special Pi Plate for Pi Day.

Not only do I really love these reasons to celebrate, remember, acknowledge, special days and just plain silly days–I’ve been using them as themes at work since the Internet began. Ok, since the mid-90s. Back in the day, as we say around here–it didn’t MATTER that the holiday had a million character name. Sure, a slow internet connection might make lag a groaner for International Buy a Priest a Beer day (September 9), but you could use as many letters and words to get the point across as you needed.

In fact, with the right set up, you could probably get hundreds of interactions on that one holiday. Now though, we have Twitter. And that means…140 chars. Minus a link. Minus the chars for the pictures–because really a picture is what makes someone click over to the site. So, that leaves 94 characters plus or minus a few to come up with something to say about those things. Then subtract a tag–say #NationalDogWeek, you’ve got 78 letters and spaces to get your point across. Know what? I am pretty sure that your average Bob book has more.

So, if you have a holiday or hashtag–keep it short. Because I do want to share something about it.

Kindle Fires by the Six Pack

Once upon a time we had a house FULL of tech desiring children. Ok, they still desire tech–but are pickier now. I want to point out that our family has SIX children. SIX. So, yes, they got some tech. Santa has his ways. But, identical? Never.

But, today when I saw that there is now a Kindle Fire so cheap that you can buy a six pack? 150916225906-amazon-fire-six-pack-780x439

I wondered for a moment if I could sub out Christmas Pajamas on Christmas Eve for Kindles. (Have you seen the prices for pajamas? Nightgowns? And no, I never can manage to find some in the price range I want to spend online from Amazon in sizes for all the children.) Instead, the Prime fairy could deliver me SIX Kindle Fires for…250.00. Yes, buy 5 get 1 free.

No, that won’t fly. Traditions you know.

Quiet Suburbs?

Those of you living in cities and those of you believing in the idea of your living in a bedroom community, I have words for you. The suburbs are not quiet. At all. On any given day, there are garbage trucks, mail trucks, delivery trucks, contractors, utility workers, landscapers and MORE. None of these are quiet. They also stir up dogs. (ours and everyone’s dogs)

Not to mention those cats you let out for the day…dogs just love to bark at those as well. And your AC unit goes on and off all day while you aren’t even at home.

Then you come home, bringing with you banging doors, shouting at your children, shouting at your dog, shouting children, banging your mailbox.  Then you turn on your TVs and music. I think that every person in the suburbs should head for hearing checks immediately. Or maybe those cathedral ceilings in your McMansion only direct sound OUT of the house? I don’t know. But it is all loud.

In any case, just in case you were wondering, suburbs aren’t quiet.

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