Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Mom and I were cursing men yesterday...I was trying to turn on the gas to the grill to cook some chicken and the dang handle was screwed so tightly closed that I couldn’t get it open.  I tried a rubber kitchen gripper thing and then a towel…still couldn’t get it to budge.  “Are you sure you are turning it the right way,” mom asked? 

“Really?” I thought to myself.  “I own my own grill thank-you-very-much.  Uncle Ted taught me ‘righty tighty, lefty Lucy’ by God….I know what I am doing.”

“Your dad sometimes uses a hammer to hit the handle loose, want to try it?”  Clang! Clang! – The loudness was due to my mounting frustration because I hate chicken baked in the oven and this was looking like an oven baked chicken night.  Crap.  “Damn, men,” I muttered.  Mom nodded in agreement.  Why do guys have to come behind us gals and check our work?  Tighten things?  Treat us like little girls?

Today a left a sticky note for daddy to please unloosen the gas handle and off I went on some errands.  Upon my arrival home daddy informed me the reason why the gas tank handle was so tight was because it was OPEN all the way, it couldn’t open any further.  *grinandbearit*  Thanks Daddy.

Anchovies do not resemble leeches I have learned.  Dad likes anchovies and what he brought home and put in the fridge and I proceeded to put on his salad were not anchovies.

I spent 24 years in Atlanta, GA.  It wasn’t until I came to Omaha did I see a TV show called Toddlers and Tiaras.  With disdain, I watched an episode (or two.)  What the heck are these folks thinking spending all that money #1?  On promoting superficiality with beauty to children #2?  And I don’t know what else but I was disturbed #3.  I have sneak watched a few more episodes since then…again with disdain.  This week a Georgia neighbor of mine posted both of her daughters’ pageant photos on FaceBook..  Dang it!  Now I have to come out of the disdain closet.  EVERYTHING aside, it is fun to watch and the outfits are pretty.  I can’t be a hater.  If there were such a thing for dogs, my Lucille (May she rest in peace) would have been Best in Show.