If you got it, flaunt it

I'm a big believer in that if you are lucky enough to own beautiful things (such as your china, silver flatware and crystal), you should use them and enjoy them. It's shameful to keep your "good stuff" packed up in a cabinet, never to see the light of day. Why ask for it if you weren't going to use it? I'm sure the people who shelled out the big bucks to buy your "good stuff" would love to know that you've never touched the nice things they bestowed upon you. I love my beautiful things, and I enjoy them on a regular basis. It would be sinful not to do so. Of course, I have no kids to destroy anything yet.

Last night when I was cooking dinner (my mom's chicken tetrazinni - nothing fancy, but maybe the best chicken tetrazinni ever and my ultimate comfort food), I poured a glass of wine in my Waterford. I have to say that my affection for my stemware borders on psychosis. It makes me happy to simply gaze upon it. There is just something about Waterford, it makes everything taste better. I was drinking boxed wine (hey, don't judge...I'm unemployed!), and it tasted like a $30 bottle of wine to me. All because of the ambience provided by my dear friend Kelsey.

Worth a spanking

Do you remember Jello Pudding Pops and Jello Gelatin Pops? I loved those things when I was little. When I was seven, my mother and brother left me at home while they went to my grandmother's. No fear, Grandma lived next door so there was little child endangerment. I remember this evening so clearly. It was in the middle of one of those summery, evening thunderstorms, and I was sprawled out in front of the tv watching Scooby-Doo. Mom told me that I could have ONE Jello Gelatin Pop while she was gone. I mean it when I say I loved these things. I ended up eating the whole box. I knew with each bite that I should stop, I swore that each pop would be the last...but I couldn't stop. Once the last pop was eaten, cold fear set in...oh, no. I was going to be in BIG trouble. When Mom walked in the back door:

Me:  "Spank me. Please spank me right now."

Mom:  "Why?"  

Me:  "Don't look in the freezer or the trash can. Please just spank me."

Mom:  "What did you do?"

Me:  "I ate all of the Jello Pops. Spank me."

Mom:  Hysterical laughter 

I did not get spanked due to my authentic regret for my bad decision, but that incident proves my love for frozen Jello products. For years I've wondered why they were taken off the market. I bought Popsicle brand Fudgsicles in the Triple Chocolate variety last week. First, let me say they are absolutely crave-worthy. Second, they taste so much like the pudding pops! Especially the white chocolate flavor. It takes me right back to childhood, and I still stand the danger of eating the entire box (though I have a little more self-control now)!

I'd still take a spanking for them.

I'm back

I can't believe it's been so long since I've checked in with the blog-o-verse.  I've been sick, and thus have avoided all electronic mediums of communication.   That includes my cell phone (which I loathe with my every breath), which has been on silent and not checked for over a week.  

There's not much to say.  It's a perfect Sunday.  The sky is cloudless, The Husband is playing golf, and I am eating a bowl of fresh strawberries in my clean house while reading Julie and Julia.  The Boy is napping at my feet.  {Contented Sigh}  

I called it on Friday...

First, I had such fun with my girlfriends this weekend.  The seven of us met 12 years ago during our freshman year, and have stayed close ever since.  Now that we are scattered all over the southeast, we don't get to see each other as often as we'd like.  However, when we get together it feels like we are 18 years old again.  

One of our many conversations this weekend centered on our husbands' lack of housekeeping skills.  I said this:  "I guarantee you that I will walk in the house, and The Husband will not have unloaded the dishwasher, there will be dishes in the sink, pizza boxes on the counter, and laundry on the floor."

On Sunday....

I walk into my house.  The dishwasher has not been unloaded.  There are dishes in the sink. Laundry is on the floor.  I was wrong about the pizza boxes...he had eaten dinner out all weekend with friends.  

Me:  "It was too much work to unload the dishwasher, dearest?"

The Husband:  "Oh, I didn't know it was clean."

Me:  "So...you were too lazy to even attempt to put the dishes in the dishwasher?  That's even worse than not unloading the dishwasher!"

The Husband:  Shrug, faux-innocent smile...continues to watch baseball

Oh, well.  Such is my life.  It might be mildly frustrating, but it's mine and I love it.