The phrase "sacred sin" is one that I just learned recently. To have a sacred sin means to have something that although not necessarily immoral or sinful is something that is not necessarily the best for you. The Sacred sin is valuable to you and important for your self-indulgent well-being. For example, perhaps your sacred sin is consuming a pint of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey Ice cream in one sitting. Maybe you are enamored with Soap Operas. Today I am going to confess my sacred sin. Lunch meat. You read it. Lunch Meat.
My husband thinks that this is one of the strangest things about me. Everyone at one time or another has eaten lunch meat and many have enjoyed it. Some consume it on a regular basis and it is a part of their lives. I LOVE hot dogs and Baloney. I mean, really love them to the extent that if we have them in the house that is all I will eat for each meal (yes, that's 3 meals a day) until they are gone. Coupled with Mayo and Cheeze Whiz, these hot dogs and fried Baloney sandwiches consume my thoughts between meals until I really do become a little consumed.
I don't know why this is. I grew up on a farm where we raised Beef Cattle. We had steak often and the best and freshest Organic beef. Hot Dogs and Baloney were an infrequent commodity in my home. Every one of my siblings has their own special way of preparing Fried Baloney sandwiches. We have the butter and ketchup crowd, the Cheeze Whiz as thick as the baloney and bread crowd. We have the mustard and butter crowd and me, the Miracle Whip and mustard on one side Cheeze Whiz on the other baloney sliced thick crowd. Oh, and it has to be cut in quarters and I eat the pieces beginning in the bottom right hand corner then right top then left bottom then right top order.
There, there's my world of crazy. I love hot dogs and baloney, my husband thinks I'm weird for it, and it is my favorite bad for me indulgence.
P. S. I'm eating cut up hot dogs on salad right now. Don't judge until you've tried.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
We need a new shower curtain rod
We need a new shower curtain rod. Now you may think that after the day I had yesterday a new shower curtain rod would be the last of my worries. Not so. The need for a new shower curtain rod is representative of the last part of the flu-basset hound day. After being chilled searching for my wonderful and so glad I have her basset hound I felt the need for a bath in order to help me feel better. Baths cure so much after all. My 5 year old was happily ensconsed downstairs watching Treehouse and the baby was in his crib. I was safe and had time at my disposal to heave my weary and germ ridden carcass into the tub to hopefully warm up and boil off any residual germs or germs that had thoughts of multiplying. A good plan overall. Well, in order to get warm enough I had to have a really hot bath. Not unusual for me but what I failed to take into consideration was the effect the flu and having no caloric intake would have on my already abnormally low blood pressure. While stepping out of the tub I felt light headed. I grabbed the shower curtain rod to steady myself and woke up staring at the ceiling. As far as I can guess, from the bump on my head and sore neck and back, I passed out, fell forward in a slight pike twist position that is impossible for me to accomplish conscious, hit my head on the sink corner and fell to the floor. Thank goodness Paige Lehmans book cushioned my head impact with the floor. It is not only good for reading but good in a crisis.
Now, I am alright, except for a goose egg on my head which strangely enough has evened out my slightly miss-shapen head, a sore neck, scraped back and cross disposition.
I am feeling better today. Powerade is good for sick people. I recommend orange flavor. But as you can see when my husband came down and said that we needed a new shower curtain rod because my unconsciousness had twisted it into a u-shape, I feel that this phrase is representative of the last part of my flu-basset hound-goose egg day.
Now, I am alright, except for a goose egg on my head which strangely enough has evened out my slightly miss-shapen head, a sore neck, scraped back and cross disposition.
I am feeling better today. Powerade is good for sick people. I recommend orange flavor. But as you can see when my husband came down and said that we needed a new shower curtain rod because my unconsciousness had twisted it into a u-shape, I feel that this phrase is representative of the last part of my flu-basset hound-goose egg day.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Reason #4632 why a Basset Hound is a tough pet to have
Today I have the stomach flu. The stomach flu is bad enough but I feel that after throwing up during the entirety of 2 pregnancies I have paid my vomiting dues. I am at home, feeling pretty lousy with 2 boys, one 5 years and one 7 months to care for. They are being great, dont get me wrong, but really, its the stomach flu. How good can your day be.
To add insult to injury I have a basset hound who every year when we get our first big dump of snow gets wanderlust. I dont know why because she actually hates the snow. I think she actually realizes that shes about to get sedentary and needs one last adventure before she settles into partial hibernation for the winter. I just wish she didnt do it on flu day.
I was downstairs after lunch trying to stay relatively still so as not to poke the dragon, so to speak, when I got a phone call from the lovely lady who works at the office of the Church. Our dog was loose. NOw, our town is not that big but for her to know first hand about our dog being loose would require the Basset to roam on very short legs for about 2 miles. Sheès not a sprinter by any means. This is how the chain of dog loose information came about.
A friend of ours from church works at the school across the street from our house. Her daughter also attends the school and it was the daughter who told the mother who phoned the church to try and let my husband, who works there, know that our lovely and wonderful dog was wandering the schoolyard. ClearÉ Well, my husband was in a meeting so I was next in line for the dog call. So, having the stomach flu and good looks and wardrobe that go with a sick day, I bundled up the 2 kids (snow day, remember) and plopped them into the truck. With Wiggles Christmas album playing in the background and the backseat soundtrack of ènope, not there, thatès not her, not there either, we began our search. I spent about half an hour driving around the highschool like a stalker in a white van pulling over to ask teens if theyèd seen a basset hound. After explaining what a basset hound was, I finally got the information that as rumor had it, there was a dog running loose in the school. Wonderful. I went home to phone the school office, not feeling inclined to wander the halls, sick with two kids in tow (who were having a wonderful time, by the way). As I ran up to the door our wonderful wonderful neighbor pulled up in her van. She had found the hound! But where was she, you ask. Where had this wonderful creature of Gods creation found herself. In the Post Office. Our neighbor works at the post office and when she went in after lunch there was this dog trotting towards her with joyous recognition. After telling the people who worked there that we did in fact love our dog but that she followed her nose and wandered she was gracious enough to drive her to our house. I am grateful to the kind people of the Canada Postal Service for somehow having dog biscuits on hand (which, when you think of it, actually makes a lot of sense) and caring for my wayward animal.
So. To recap, the flu, snow day, lost dog, grumbling search drive, Wiggles Christmas song entitled Captain Featherswords Christmas Pants, thrilled 5 year old and dog who is in her sin bin for the rest of the day.
P. S. Please excuse any punctuation issues regarding lack of appropriate question marks and conjunctions. We reformatted our computer and now it only types Canadian French. If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know.
To add insult to injury I have a basset hound who every year when we get our first big dump of snow gets wanderlust. I dont know why because she actually hates the snow. I think she actually realizes that shes about to get sedentary and needs one last adventure before she settles into partial hibernation for the winter. I just wish she didnt do it on flu day.
I was downstairs after lunch trying to stay relatively still so as not to poke the dragon, so to speak, when I got a phone call from the lovely lady who works at the office of the Church. Our dog was loose. NOw, our town is not that big but for her to know first hand about our dog being loose would require the Basset to roam on very short legs for about 2 miles. Sheès not a sprinter by any means. This is how the chain of dog loose information came about.
A friend of ours from church works at the school across the street from our house. Her daughter also attends the school and it was the daughter who told the mother who phoned the church to try and let my husband, who works there, know that our lovely and wonderful dog was wandering the schoolyard. ClearÉ Well, my husband was in a meeting so I was next in line for the dog call. So, having the stomach flu and good looks and wardrobe that go with a sick day, I bundled up the 2 kids (snow day, remember) and plopped them into the truck. With Wiggles Christmas album playing in the background and the backseat soundtrack of ènope, not there, thatès not her, not there either, we began our search. I spent about half an hour driving around the highschool like a stalker in a white van pulling over to ask teens if theyèd seen a basset hound. After explaining what a basset hound was, I finally got the information that as rumor had it, there was a dog running loose in the school. Wonderful. I went home to phone the school office, not feeling inclined to wander the halls, sick with two kids in tow (who were having a wonderful time, by the way). As I ran up to the door our wonderful wonderful neighbor pulled up in her van. She had found the hound! But where was she, you ask. Where had this wonderful creature of Gods creation found herself. In the Post Office. Our neighbor works at the post office and when she went in after lunch there was this dog trotting towards her with joyous recognition. After telling the people who worked there that we did in fact love our dog but that she followed her nose and wandered she was gracious enough to drive her to our house. I am grateful to the kind people of the Canada Postal Service for somehow having dog biscuits on hand (which, when you think of it, actually makes a lot of sense) and caring for my wayward animal.
So. To recap, the flu, snow day, lost dog, grumbling search drive, Wiggles Christmas song entitled Captain Featherswords Christmas Pants, thrilled 5 year old and dog who is in her sin bin for the rest of the day.
P. S. Please excuse any punctuation issues regarding lack of appropriate question marks and conjunctions. We reformatted our computer and now it only types Canadian French. If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know.
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