Quotes

Studmuffin:  What's for dinner tonight?
Me:  It's Thursday.
Studmuffin:  Pizza night?
Bookworm:  Praise the LORD!

And she meant it.

Watching American Idol Wednesday Night:
Popcorn:  Is that one judge guy a retired rock star?
Me:  Steven Tyler?
Popcorn:  Yeah.  The long haired one.
Me:  Baby, there is no such thing as a retired rock star.  Once a rock star, always a rock star.
Studmuffin:  Your mom is secretly in love with him.
Me:  No I'm not.  But I have to admit I find him strangely attractive....

This is me.  Sorry but it's true....

American Idol Thursday Night:
Popcorn:  I'm pretty sure I can win American Idol.

Oh, the confidence of youth!

The kids have been wondering what Steven Tyler sings.  Call me crazy, but I haven't whipped out my Aerosmith tapes for them...I shudder to think of them busting out, "Love in an elevator!  Livin' it up when I'm goin' down."  Or how about "Dude looks like a lady!"

*Shudder*

Friday Morning, rushing around to get to the bus on time:

Popcorn was given the task of feeding the dog and cat, her sister was waiting in the car.  I was scrambling about, grabbing cell phone, pager, and whatnot...Popcorn was struggling turning the doorknob with her gloves on. 

Popcorn:  Curse you gloves!

Really?   A nine year old cursing her gloves?  I think this may be evidence of avid reading...At least that's what I'm going with.

I am choosing to ignore Dr. Doofenschmirtz role in this whole dialogue.  Never let it be said that we watch an excessive amount of Phineas & Ferb..."Curse you Perry the Platypus!"

Now, I know I posted this conversation on Facebook, but it is one of those great mom moments...

We were at a quick stop on the way home from my grandmama's funeral.  It had been a long day.  We walked into this quick stop and they had one of those little restaurant things that are found only in convenience stores.  You know what I mean?  They have the big stainless shelves with heat lamps on them, and they hold such wonders as pizza pockets, fried burritos, egg rolls, chicken livers and gizzards...

This particular store even added barbecue sandwiches and a cooler area with chicken salad and tuna salad sandwiches and these gargantuan chef salads.  I opted for that ginormous salad.  Seriously.  It was so good and so fresh and I could barely even finish it!

Popcorn did not want food.  She only wanted Fritos.  I felt she should learn about the joyous wonders of a deep fried pizza pocket...

Me:  Baby Girl, it's been a long day & I'm not cooking when we get home.  If you choose to eat Fritos then that's your dinner.

She opted to buy an over priced Lunchable to go along with her Fritos.  And can I just say that we still have that dad gum bag of Fritos in the pantry?  Oh, and we did buy a pizza pocket and all four of us shared it.  The girls agreed that their lives had been sorely lacking without that little gem in their culinary experience.

Yep, that's me!  Expanding my kids culinary palate at every opportunity!

Next we will move on to chittlin's and cracklings!

Attention:  I do not think I used culinary correctly in this post.  At all.  But, it is late and my brain is tired...So culinary it is!

But I must ask one burning question:  What do they call them in your part of the world?  Chittlin's?  Chitterlingis?  Chittlings?  Inquiring minds want to know...