Please Put The Item In The Bag

The new Harris Teeter in Belle Meade will have a device to take your cart to your car. It’s like a parking lot conveyor belt. Damn.

What I want to know: does this mean my wife will no longer circle the parking lot like a vulture for 30 minutes to ensure a spot closer to the store?

I doubt it. She enjoys it too much. It’s not about being closer or saving effort, it’s about winning some imaginary parking game she has implanted in her head.

The absolute most important thing, however, is that the Belle Meade Kroger will soon have some real competition. I drive home on West End/Harding, so I’ll have my choice of the tiny Kroger, an overpriced Harris Teeter, where I don’t even have to push my cart to my car, or an equally overpriced Publix.

It will all boil down to who has the best produce, because when I stop at the grocery on the way home, it’s to get an ingredient for a side dish; I invariably forget the sides on my weekly grocery run.

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Hillary Is In Trouble

The over/uder in the tears pool is Thursday. I say she holds out till Friday, but she might not can wait that long.

I absolutely love the fact that Dylan’s words are now aimed specifically at the baby boomers who always tried to coopt him:

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

Please Remember My Friend

My good friend Mark Mills (the most talented man I know) is having surgery this morning to treat cancer. Mark comments here as “Warrior”. Please keep him in your prayers, especially today around 11:00. We already know he’ll be all right and that God is in charge – communal prayer is just icing on the cake.

He’s got a great attitude about this – some of the jokes flying around in emails amongst X-Alt members made me laugh so hard I almost got in trouble at work.

Of course, we pray that they will get all of the cancer (the prognosis is VERY good), but also, he’s going to have a rough recovery time. Please keep his wife Barbara in your thoughts as well – she’s got a rough road ahead of her.

God is good – all the time.

2008 Daytona 500 LiveBlog

No liveblog after all – sorry. does NOT allow IFrames. Shame.

BTW, if any of you reading this are blogs and want to host my Daytona liveblog, I’ll send you the embed code. Otherwise, I’ll just be watching like everyone else.

UPDATE: I’m hosting it on my old blogger site. If you’d like to be part of the liveblog, go here: Old SHoot The Moose

Valentine’s Night Meal

I have an embarrassment of riches in love.

And for once, I decided to just enjoy it, and not make a big deal out of it here. 

When I got home with the kids yesterday, we went to work.  I’ve kind of let the house go in the last couple of weeks, and I know it has affected Lintilla’s mood.  So, we cranked up Hannah Montana and got to cleaning.  It didn’t take long (I could REALLY get used to having some help around the house).  Then, I started dinner.

BTW, most adults would never admit it, but Hannah Montana 2 is a pretty good CD.  Mostly vapid pop, but would you really want your 10 year old daughter to be listening to angst ridden existential college music?

Anyway, there are two days of the year we do not, under any circumstances, eat out. One is Mother’s Day, the other, Valentine’s Day.  The stress of doing so just ruins the whole day.

So, I broiled some strip steaks.  Light on the seasoning, no marinade, because we were having them with Bearnaise sauce.  No, I didn’t make it from scratch.  I work full time, have two children, three dogs, a blogging job, a music ministry,and church responsibilities.  I do not have time on a weeknight to separate eggs or clarify butter.  We used the Knorr sauce mix.  It was still excellent.

We added loaded baked potatoes as the side dish, and skipped the bread because we knew we’d be having dessert.  Trillian (with my supervision) made Hershey Mini Hot Fudge Cakes.  We had them with vanilla ice cream instead of strawberries – yum!  I have no doubt I could make these from scratch on weekends – in fact, my friend Ford Prefect has a recipe that is pretty darn close.  Just drop a hunk of a Hershey bar on top of unbaked cake/muffin batter; as it bakes, it sinks to the middle of the muffins.  Drizzle with chocolate and get out your glucometer!

I also gave Lintilla Buddy the Dog as a gift.  It’s the Hallmark stuffed animal that excitedly says, “Where’s my hug? Where’s my hug? Oh, boy, oh, boy oh, boy!”  It fits our style just perfectly.

Lintilla wasn’t feeling well, but I think we still managed to brighten her day.

It’s A Blizzard

For around here, at least


The kids’ school inexplicably closed this morning, but now I think it’s a good thing. The driveway here on Mount Crumpet is covered.

Here are some lyrics from my song The Great Southern Whiteout:

The govenor called the National Guard
To defend the milk at Kroger
It seems a housewife had pulled a gun
Over the last loaf of bread
And by the time we got four inches
They had closed I-65
And the state homeland security
Had taken us to red.

And the TV tried to warn all of the masses
Stay off the bridges and the overpasses.

It’s always fun around here when we get a surprise snow, dontcha think? If it keeps snowing, I’ll upload better pics.

Update: Of course, less than an hour later, the sun’s out.  Dang Nashville weather!

Was It Named ‘Roland’s Thompson Gun’?

Patty Hearst heard the burst.

OK, I can’t help myself. Patty Hearst, yes, that Patty Hearst, owns a French bulldog named Diva, and she is showing it at the Westminster Dog Show. She won a red ribbon as Best of Opposite Sex — a male dog won the breed, and hers was judged the top female.

For you youngins, a little history:

The granddaughter of William Randolph Hearst gained her greatest notoriety in 1974 when, as a 19-year-old, she was kidnapped in 1974 by the radical group the Symbionese Liberation Army. She later was photographed holding a gun while robbing a California bank, and eventually spent almost two years in prison.

Her sentence was commuted by President Carter, and President Clinton later gave her a full pardon.

For the record, she is not named “Roland’s Thompson Gun”, but “Shann’s Legally Blonde”. Pity, that.

Speaking of pity, this was supposed to be the year I took Lintilla to New York for Westminster (we’ve wanted to go since we met), but circumstances prevented it. Maybe next year.

Anybody else watching it? If you haven’t and watch tonight, I’ll give you a warning: the Pedigree commercials are tear-jerkers.