A New Look
Well, what do you think??? I just figured out how to add pictures for my blog intro. So, I revamped my whole look and came up with something a little fiery and fresh. I like it.
I will probably change it again in about 3 months. I started blogging last July and have changed my "look" 3 times now. Oh well!
Yea, you read that correctly. A couple of days ago, CJ and I had the opportunity to go on a breakfast date together. Mom was in town and really wanted to make sure that CJ and I could have an hour or two to ourselves. Ever the explorer (now), we decided that we should try this little diner down the road. There's always a ton of cars sitting in their parking lot. Walking in, it became very obvious that this was the "good ole boys" hang out. The sign on the door, written in crayon, "Smoke Free Sundays, 10am-3" should have been a giveaway to me. But CJ really wanted to try this place out.
I did well until we hit the menu and read the words "livermush." Friends, it was ALL over the menu. Eggs, hashbrowns and a side of livermush. Hotcakes and a side of livermush. Egg sandwich, including eggs, cheese, and you guessed it... livermush.
Of course, this totally intrigued CJ. He had to ask the waitress what it was all about. The look on her face was priceless. Clearly she was not a fan of it either.
Let me just stop right here and tell you about my gag reflex. It's a pretty good one. There are a couple of things that can really, really make me gag. Throw up, feet, people picking their toes, someone else gagging, snot, raw meat, people picking their noses, foul odors.... okay its safe to say that I gag rather easily. I don't throw up. But I do gag. Really gag, like tears falling down my face kind of gagging. It cracks my husband up and some of my friends from PA, too.
Anyways, back to the livermush. She began to explain how it was mushed up livers with seasoning and fried. CJ kept asking more about it and I began to feel my stomach churning. I took one big swallow and looked at my husband and begged him to not go any further. Blessedly, the waitress saw my face and stopped immediately. Otherwise, the gagging was sure to begin.
New one to add to the list, livermush.... ugh
This is what my 4 year old son, calls passing gas. He is obsessed with it. As I am sure all boys are at this stage of life. I, on the other hand, have had my fill of it all. I have heard more about stinkards, burping, poopies, etc then I care to share. At what point is this potty talk and thoughts going to leave my house????
And believe me girls, I am certainly teaching and disciplining on this one! It just seems like this particular phase is going on for years....
How's that for a post??? Have a great weekend.
A New Look