Food Resolution...

A little while ago I posted about hating food here.

I have since consulted with my food mentor, Melanie, of www.melskitchencafe.com and have come to discover what the problem is.

Walmart.

I can not food shop at Walmart and have any desire for eating.  It's sucks my will to eat right out of me.

It's disgusting.

I shared these feelings with Melanie and she assured me that these feelings are, in fact, normal.

Here is a direct quote from Melanie herself in regards to Walmart:  "I lose all the excitement for food when I go there. I hate that place. Toilet paper? Yes. Pork tenderloin? No."


Such wise words from my favorite foodie. :)


So my friends, if you are struggling to find a desire to make dinner or eat anything besides pre-made frozen meals, I'd suggest venturing out to a Farmer's Market or a fine foods grocery store.  And by "fine foods grocery store" I mean ANYTHING but Walmart.

I prefer Fry's or Sprouts. They are a little more of a drive, but so worth it.

There is more to life than dirt cheap prices because you know what you get for dirt cheap prices...Walmart food.

Gross.

Nope, not okay.

So yesterday Shane and I went to see The Hunger Games, which I loved and this post has nothing to do with that.

BUT…

While we were there we saw a preview for Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.

I'm sorry, what?

Are you serious?

Somebody really walked into the office of somebody else and said, "I have the best idea.  Abraham Lincoln AS A VAMPIRE HUNTER!  Want to front me millions of dollars to produce it?"

And then, the somebody on the other side of the desk was actually convinced somehow that this was indeed a good idea and was willing to shell out the cash.

This has just reiterated to me the fact that:
1. America scares me.
2. Some really stupid people are rich.
3. I'll probably never be rich because I can't buy into stupidity and that seems to be what America is all about these days.

Shane said it just proves that you can put any two things together.  

So I'm wondering what kind of "mash-up" is next.  Sesame Street & Zombie's?  President Obama as a synchronized swimmer?  Little Bo Peep: Dragon Slayer?

I think it proves that there are some really disturbed minds in this world.

Does anybody else see this as so wrong?

I'm pretty sure Abraham Lincoln would have a problem with it.

I undertand he is supposed to be the "good guy" by slaying vampires, but he's holding a head with blood everywhere and an axe in his hand.

Seth Grahame-Smith, I don't know if you were trying to honor Abraham Lincoln or what, but you've gone too far.

And P.S., can we please be done with vampire movies already?

Ugh...

I have a problem.

It's food.

The problem is, I don't like it.

It mostly just irritates me.

I recognize this is a problem since one must actually eat food to sustain one's life, which irritates me even more.

The three main issues I run into are these:

1. Nothing ever sounds good...well, sometimes things do, but rarely.  Unless somebody else makes it, then it sounds great!
2. My kids hate everything so just about every time I make a meal they don't eat it and tell me they don't like it.  Always fun.
3. It takes so much work to put together a meal that will be eaten (or not eaten) in 3 seconds so I figure, why not make a bean burrito that takes a minute to cook and a minute to eat.  The ratio makes more sense to me. :)

These thoughts make planning meals for my family very difficult.

The other thing is supposedly everything on this planet is "unhealthy" so it's all garbage anyway.  That thought also deters me from meal making.

I've spent half the morning looking for meals to plan for the week and even though I have access to the best food blog in the world (www.melskitchencafe.com) my stomach and brain just won't get on board to make the plans.

I'm at a loss.

We will accept any pre-cooked meals if you'd like to contribute to our cause.

Please deliver between 5-5:30pm.

Thank you. :)

Death Trap

Olivia has a fish...alive and well.

Owen has a fish...alive and well.

Morgan has had two fish...both dead.

Then her dad got her a little swimmy frog yesterday....dead.

It didn't even last a whole day.

There is no explaining it, Morgan has simply had bad luck in the fish/amphibian pet department.

As we were discussing this yesterday, amidst major bawling, she proclaimed that everything she gets dies and perhaps it is time for her to just get "another kind of pet".

I told her we could get her another little frog today and it would be fine.

"But I want THAT frog!  Another one won't be the same.  Wahhhhhhh!!!"

"I'm sure we can find one that looks just the same, you'll see." I tried to soothe her.

She just looked at me with big tears in her eyes and wailed, "But it won't have the same personality!"

Apparently she liked the way this one swam.

Nevertheless, we are going to try to find a frog today with a great personality.

Let us know if you know any.

My Two Cents....

Listen.  Politics are stupid.  But I have something to say.

Okay, several somethings.

Obama is not the devil.

I don't care if he is Muslim...it doesn't matter to me.

I don't believe he is trying to take down America.

I don't care if he was born in Hawaii or Hati.

Doesn't matter.

What does matter is that while Obama may be a nice guy he is not a good President.

He doesn't know what he is doing and he doesn't know how to make things happen.

Plus, I do believe his ideas are fundamentally wrong.

Mitt Romney is not a god.

I don't care if he is Mormon....it doesn't matter to me.

I don't believe he only cares about rich people.

I don't care if he was born in Mexico or Michigan.

Doesn't matter.

What does matter is that while Mitt Romney may seem like an "out of touch with the little man" kind of guy, he would make a fantastic President.

He knows what he is doing and he knows how to make things happen and he has a very impressive track record to prove it.

Plus, his ideas are quite good.

I have never been so certain that a man as President can actually make good things happen for our country.

Then I read this by Ann Romney, Mitt Romney's wife:

“Four years ago, I was definite about one thing: I would never do it again,” she said of her husband’s failed 2008 campaign. “Mitt said, you say that after every pregnancy. All the women out there know what I’m talking about.” 

When he broached the subject again, she said she was reluctant. Before she was going to endure another campaign, she asked him to answer one question: “Can you fix it?” When he answered yes, she was in.“ 

"He has the ability to find the core of the problem and then figure out how to fix it,” said Ann Romney.

http://americaisconservative.blogspot.com/2012/01/ann-romney-makes-difference-in-florida.html

Can you fix it?  ....  Yes.

America, if you're smart you will vote for Mitt Romney.

He is our only hope for this sinking ship.

Van Man...

Excuse me, sir?

Yes, you.  The one driving the mini-van.

I realize your ego has taken a bit of a hit having to drive such a vehicle, but speeding up to not let me in your lane is a bit much.  It's really not becoming and it's not proving anything.

You lost your "cool dude" status like 3 kids ago, so just own it.

Slow down, smile, and let me in your lane.

That's all I ask.

It's ON!

So if you'll recall, we recently re-did our front yard to look oh so lovely, like this:

And we have one of these: 

Which a certain feral animal:

Thinks is this:

And it's making me:

And also:

I've spoken with the "cat lady" across the street from us that feeds feral cats.  Apparently their poop isn't her problem and she claims they would still be here even if she didn't feed them.

So I've had to take matters into my own hands.

I've researched several sites trying to figure out how to keep those dang cats out of my plantar box.

I wanted to do it in a humane way.

I put bamboo skewers, pointy side up, all throughout the plantar box.

They pooped in there anyway.

I sprinkled black pepper all throughout.

They pooped in there anyway.

I sprinkled red pepper all throughout (I read this may cause them to scratch their own eyes out. Being humane was becoming less of a priority for me).

They pooped in there anyway.

After checking the plantar box this morning and finding MORE poop I told Shane, "It's on.  I'm going to war with the cats."

Shane just smiled his knowing smile because he knows I like a challenge...wait, or maybe it was because he thinks I'm crazy.  One of the two.  

Nevertheless, the war is on.

Watch out cats...you're going down. 

(in the most humane way possible.)