Things I think about while chopping up Crock-Pot-filling goodness
- I like the name Julia, but I would never name my daughter that. People would call her Jul-YA, and that would drive me crazy. That’s not her name. Julia needs the “lia” at the end to be alluringly whispered, not a “YA” to be yelled.
- Sometimes I wish I didn’t care about politics. It’s much easier, most of the time, to not get indignant or frightened or anything. But I can’t help it. I get tears in my eyes and an icy hand around my heart when I hear the news these days, and I have to be opinionated to anyone who will listen.
- Luckily, He’s Got The Whole World in His Hands. My worrying and opinions don’t make that any more or less true.
- My husband loves Crock-Pot meals because he thinks they are incredibly tasty. I love them because I can throw a bunch of stuff in a pot and leave it alone for eight hours and he still thinks it’s incredibly tasty. This is what we call a Win-Win.
- Grapes, peaches, Diet Coke with Lime, lemonade and Otter-Pops taste like summer.
- I have great friends and family who tweet/share/internet-love my latest postings. It’s an amazing feeling to have people in your life who are so unselfishly supportive. Thanks, crew.
- The Hubs and I went to CostCo together after work yesterday. It’s been a long time since shopping was that fun. On our list: more cheese then two people should ever consume, an ice chest the size of a coffin and BEEF for Adam’s insatiable Texan appetite. Oh yeah, and a pizza. But that was kindof a last-minute – we-should-buy-a-pizza-they’re-really-cheap-oh-look-a-red-phone-like-for-the-White-House-but-for-pizza-let’s-order-one-and-eat-it-outside-and-revel-in-our-money-saving-abilities – decision.
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