So, it's been a long time, again!
It's not the writers strike, nope.
It's not lack of desire, but maybe lack of material. A while ago, the bariatric office moved out of our area and our area got revamped. That's another story for another time. So I lost my primary reason for starting this blog. Since the last time I posted, well, not a lot has happened. I guess that's not entirely true. My husband and I took our one of our nieces and one of our nephews to the Shrine Circus. Then we took all of our nieces and nephews (save 1) to a Baseball game because Dylan had been nominated most improved student in his class, and was honored at one of Boston's farm teams. We got some pretty awesome pictures of him, but he was scared of Slugger, the mascot... He was so cute though!
We took the Grands to the Fuji, the scrumptuous place for Casco Bay Rolls. I want one. Mmmm and plum sake.
Gram tried SUSHI! She's like 75 and never tried it, and she LIKED IT! It was so cool!
Oh..And I forgot...
The voyage to King Arthur Flour. HAHAHAHA....Put 6 women in a van on the way to Vermont, from Maine and what do you get? Sore sides, from laughing so hard!
It was me, my mom(Mom1), my mother-in-law(Mom2), her mom(gram), my mom's neighbor(MN), and my husband's cousin's wife(HCW).
So, varied age ranges, but the common thread is that we all love to cook. I happened to have been listening to Meatloaf (of the "Paradise by the dashboard light" artist). Well, I asked if anyone wanted to listen to anything specific, I didn't get much response, and I said "Does Anyone mind Meatloaf?" To which Gram says "Isn't that what you cook for dinner?" So, naturally, I had to play "Paradise by the Dashboard Light", to which she quickly realized, the Meatloaf to which I was referring, was not a dinner option at all.
We arrive at Mecca, I mean, King Arthur Flour, where we proceed to spend a few hours perusing the treasures, and wishing we had a larger van for the loot that we had acquired. I know we came back with at least 125# of flour, and no one rode on the roof, amazingly! Since the middle of April, my house has gone through about 70 pounds of flour. There are only 2 people in our house. No, really, we live inside the house, not around it (by the way, home made bread costs about .40 per loaf. Why on Earth would you allow the stores to rob you blind and make you fat with High Fructose Corn Syrup, and BLEACHED FLOUR!??) We also went to the Vermont Country Store (Very cool store...check it out sometime!)
So we're on our way back, and being fond of cycling, I pointed out that a guy was TOTALLY riding the wrong way. (he was about 50, with a backpack, no helmet, his seat all the way down and his knees out past the handlebars)
So, MN postulated that he was sitting on a couple of basketballs.
Well, that devolved into raisins and hotdogs based on Gram's suggestion
Which, of course, I supplied the Maine version of Viagra...A popsicle stick and Duct tape
And the van collapsed into hysterics...
And postulating that he was probably riding to get his bottle of Royal Crown for the night.
Imagine a dorm room full of giggling teenagers.
That's what the van was like.
And I arrived back at my parents house to discover my husband had dinner mostly cooked (He truly is the King of the Grill. And don't let anyone take that spatula away! I'll chase them!)
Then I had my Birthday (More sushi!)
And we had a BBQ for Mother's day
And I took a week's vacation (and it didn't seem like it a bit!)
And we had a BBQ for Father's day...
More later. I have to back up...