So I was reading Moosh in Indy (whom I love love LOOOOVE(you really should check her out)) and she mentioned something about bloggers block or writing about life without pzazz. Well that is why I haven’t posted in like forever. Nothing exciting going on at all. Other than life in general. Well let’s put some fun into this so called entertainment (although I can’t get a grip on why most would call it entertainment, but if you read moosh you will be entertained).
Things to blog about:
1st love: Kids, which are always fun, but they do the same thing time and time again, which in reality is just annoying. My kids are the only thing I ever write about anyway.
2nd love: husband. He would kill me if I wrote much about him. He thinks he is not such a big shot to be blogged about and hates the fact that I do it now.
So I will blog about the next best thing. FOOD.
So I can’t say that I am some great cook ‘cause I am not. I don’t mind cooking; I am just not inventive or outgoing. I usually cook the same old same old day in and day out. I am not a connoisseur of food. I don’t have the money to be that way. I can’t afford some big fancy shmancy restaurant any time of the year, not even on an anniversary.
BUT I can spend six bucks on a great burger. I am a grease loving, fry junkie. I love greasy fattening food that goes straight to my hips (if you have seen me, I am lucky, I still have the metabolism of a prepubescent girl, which will someday go away(sigh)). ANYWAY, today for lunch we ordered out at training table. For those of you who know me, I love cheese fries (even more when I am a prego) and could eat them all the day long. Add the training table special fry dip and you have heaven. Well today I ordered the westerner burger. WOW! With hickory heavenness and messy to go around, I had it all over my face, hands and pants. Not in my pants just on them. That’s just the clarification for all of you sarcastic weirdo’s out there. When you say training table, I start to drool, get all starry eyed and can’t think of much else. Today was one of those, I need greasy bad for your health, clog your arteries food. With hickory sauce to spare we had lunch. Now I sit here at my desk, supposed to be working, but cant cause of the gut ache I have from gorging and inhaling the goodness, and I just want the day to be over. I want to lie in a cool dark room and just sleep off the overstuffing. Kind of like thanksgiving when you eat way too much turkey and way too many candied yams and wonder why you torture yourself. That’s how I feel now. Why did I eat so much so quickly? Oh well. I will survive and I will make it through. Never tried training table? You are missing out on one great white trash greasy dirty place. But man, sometimes that is the best food ever.