LAY-OFF LIST

1. Ride a mechanical bull.

2. Be a groupie and get a backstage pass. (not the slutty kind, just the kind that loves the music)

3. Go camping, real camping.

4. Get tattoo

5. Take road trip.

6. Go skinny dipping.

7. Write that book.

8. Take over a dive bar.

9. Participate in open mic night.

10. Find a job, that I love.

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Entries in american life (2)

Wednesday
Jan202010

A Split Sack and Voice like...well

American Idol is back on folks, and so well life has meaning again. And I say that with out the slightest hint of sarcasm. I love that show, and when Simon leaves I feel like I should get a tatoo of him as a naked angel with tender wings. Seriously, this show got me through some long diaper filled winters... Mom's out there you might understand. People who love TV you get it too....

Anywhooo, tonight a guy jumped into the splitz and then um, split his pants and possibly his balls too. It didn't really seem to phase him.  He bounced off his scrotum like it was a pogo ball, and then fairly calmly stated the obvious....with out even a hint of pain. Crazy. The judges sent him to Hollywood, because dude he bounced off his balls and that's a sacrifice worth rewarding.

I'm going to savor ever bit of Simon this year, because after his departure it will never be the same.

 

Thursday
Oct292009

The Meaning of Meatloaf

So I log onto facebook this morning, and my brother in law has sent me this link. Its all about how to make this:

 

A hand shaped meatloaf. Brother in Law said, it reminded him of me. Which got me to thinking a lot about meatloaf. I have never really had meatloaf before. Once my neighbor made it, and I had a bite, but that is about it. Why would meatloaf remind him of me?

Then I  realized everything I cook ends up looking like the meatloaf hand, that MUST be why he thought of me.... Seriously, I cook about as well as I do advanced calculus.  Anywhoo though, back to meatloaf...

My mom has a select number of dishes that she will cook: spaghetti, tacos, lasagne, "chicken delight" (don't ask), Sub Sandwiches, Steak... thats all I can think of...sure she would throw in the occaisional Chef Salad, but for the most part she didn't deviate from her tried and true. It would suffice to say that my siblings and I grew up with a very simplistic palate.

My brother fears meatloaf, because we watched Roseanne as children. Apparently Roseanne made meatloaf every night, and my brother now associates it with being "white trash". I don't "do" meatloaf, because I can't eat anything that I don't recognize...EVER. I can't really state how my sister feels about meatloaf, but since she is six feet tall, has a chihuahua, and a coach purse, I'm just guessing she isn't a fan either. But that is probably type casting...

I have been pondering the meatloaf issue all day. Am I really American if I haven't had meatloaf? Or am I special because I can say "I've never had meatloaf"? Or does it make me embarassingly elitist?

Once I ate "salmon loaf" does that count?

Maybe the cure to all those times I lay sleepless in bed all night could be cured by something as simple as meatloaf? Maybe. I was thinking xanax but meatloafs got to be cheaper.

Every mother thinks their child is the most beautiful and every child thinks that their Mom's meatloaf is the best. I grew up with out a meatloaf recipe, maybe thats where my authority issues stem from.

I'm going to go back to that site today, maybe I'll make the hand for my kids...Just in Case.

Take a minute out of your busy day today, to think about the significance of meatloaf....