Several weeks ago Mr. Big Momma and I made one of the biggest decisions of our married lives: to switch our bulk warehouse membership from Sam's Club to Costco. We have been Sam's member for 10 years, so it was a tough choice. Really. I am a creature of habit. And loyal to a fault. But it was time for a change, so Costo it is!
I love buying things in bulk. It makes me feel efficient and wise. And I love not worrying about running out of garbage bags, dishwashing liquid or laundry soap. If there is a nuclear disaster or some other freakish accident on earth, you will be glad that you know me. My bulk purchases could sustain half of Clintonville for a good few weeks. TP included.
I also buy the dog's pig ears in bulk. Costco had the ears, but they also had dog chicken jerky. I do believe that dogs love pig more than chicken, but maybe after eating the same snack for the last 10 years, it was time for a change for Sasha as well. And boy was I right. I have never seen her inhale food like the jerky. And this from the dog that has been known to carry around a pig ear for days before eating it.
The problem is that now my husband is eating them. Yes, he is a long time fan of jerky. But seriously, dog jerky? Yesterday afternoon I made chocolate chip cookies. They were perfect: chewy, sweet with a hint of salt, just the right about of chips and warm from just coming out of the oven. Mr. Big Momma walked right past MY cookies and helped himself to some dog jerky. He claims that they are really good, as good as human jerky. I am not willing to find out if he is correct. What's a girl to do? Woof, woof.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
My So Called Big Fat Head
I finally broke down on Friday and went to the Chiropractor. My upper back/neck has been killing me for the last few weeks. It got to the point where I wasn't sleeping because of it, so I broke down and made an appointment. It has been many years since I've visited a D.C., so I made an appointment with one located in the Ville.
My diagnosis was made very quickly: my head is too big. Well, really it is a neck problem. My neck bones aren't curving as they once were (another sign of old age?) so the weight of my big head is straining my neck and upper back. After many cracks, tugs and whacks, I was out the door and feeling better already.
In honor of my big head, here is the movie trivia for this past Friday. Sorry it is delayed, but I am back up to 80 hours work weeks.
" Look at the size of that boy's heed. I'm not kidding, it's like an orange on a toothpick. Well, that's a huge noggin. That's a virtual planetoid. Has it's own weather system. I'm not kidding, that boy's head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts! Now that was offsides, wasn't it? He'll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow. "
My diagnosis was made very quickly: my head is too big. Well, really it is a neck problem. My neck bones aren't curving as they once were (another sign of old age?) so the weight of my big head is straining my neck and upper back. After many cracks, tugs and whacks, I was out the door and feeling better already.
In honor of my big head, here is the movie trivia for this past Friday. Sorry it is delayed, but I am back up to 80 hours work weeks.
" Look at the size of that boy's heed. I'm not kidding, it's like an orange on a toothpick. Well, that's a huge noggin. That's a virtual planetoid. Has it's own weather system. I'm not kidding, that boy's head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts! Now that was offsides, wasn't it? He'll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow. "
Remember, no cheating. If this is too easy, just throw up another quote from the movie. There are many good ones!
P.S. My favorite fellow big head. Is it football season yet?
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