My oldest son, almost 21 years, is staying with us for the week while his truck is under repair. We live closer to his job than he does and he needed us to take him to and from work for the week. While we were driving to go get his work boots that he forgot, he looked at me and asked, “Do you remember when I was little and we lived in Arkansas and talked to you about mistletoe? You immediately told me the Norse legend of how Loki killed Baldur with mistletoe.”
I told him that story 17 years ago…and it stuck with him and helped spawn his love of Norse mythology. Moral: read to your kids. Talk to them. Tell them fantastic stories that feed their imagination. They are listening. They will remember. And when they say, “Hey remember when…” you will remember and it will be a sweet moment in time.
I went to public schools. I turned out alright. I even went to public schools long before the Internet was a thing. We had maps of the United States. We had to memorize all fifty states and the name of each city that was a state capitol.
And the poor state of public education in the United States is recognized by most of us. I mean, Rhode Island has a lawsuit going. I don’t even want to talk about the state of education here in Oklahoma.
Of course, there are people who complain about paying taxes to improve school conditions, buy new books, and pay teachers. I’d just like to point out to those of you that bitch about the cost of education that it will eventually bite us all in the ass…kinda like how this DC clerk tried to say that New Mexico was a FOREIGN country.
I feel like technology has officially peaked. That’s right, boys and girls. You can now order your very own Alexa-enabled Billy the Big Mouth Bass.
The technology age is officially over!
I don’t think I could say that I’ve ever been happier. I really look forward to my 40th birthday next week. Today we went and bought some new bake wear I wanted / needed (new loaf pans, new pizza pans, and new cookie sheets). I still need to get a crisping rack for the oven, cooling racks (those are available at Dollar Tree), and a few other nice-to-have things. Read more
So, I purchased a juicer last night. It’s nothing extravagant: a Hamilton Beach juicer that cost around $60. Before I went to buy it, I chose some juice recipes. Baby Bull and I then hit up the produce aisle. We buy a lot of fruits and vegetables in general…but there are some we don’t buy because no one eats them. Baby Bull will eat baby carrots, but we usually just buy the little bags. We spent around $50 on produce. That included 31 carrots, 10 stalks of organic celery (and, no, I’m not that picky – it’s all they had…I don’t even like celery), 2 apples, 4 oranges, 2 pears, 1 sweet potato, blueberries, 1 kiwi, spinach, 3 heads of romaine, 2 lemons, 1 lime, 8 beets…and I know I’m missing something off that list.
And Today I Made Juice
Bull chose this morning’s juice recipe. He said he could taste the sweet potato. He doesn’t like sweet potato (but he drank it anyway because…health). I made one for me and all I could taste was fuckin’ carrots. I hate fuckin’ carrots. But I drank the whole glass.
Overall, it was acceptable. The little booklet that came with the juicer said that you should drink your freshly made juice within an hour because otherwise the nutrients just begin to disappear. Bull asked how they just disappear. I dunno. So we downed it. And lived to tell the tale.
I did offer to create a tomato based juice that really does taste like tacos. I just might…