Food Food — a blog title, a place, and my favorite stuff — all wrapped up

Karla recently posted the perfect meme for me, especially in May (haven’t cooked in days):

FIVE LOCAL PLACES TO EAT MEME:

1. Food Food — not only close, but truly yummy and nutricious. Plus it makes everyone in the family happy.

2. Nuevo Leon — my hands-down favorite. I built the Littlest on their food. My Wednesday night trips have been curtailed by all the athletics, but someday soon (way too soon actually — I do not want the babies to leave the house) I will once again be found every Wednesday night in Neto’s section. Fat and happy.

3. 34th Street Cafe — the best fried oysters around, with awesome waiters and a great wine list. Plus it’s owned by an old friend. The http://lifeitself.wordpress.com/2006/11/20/random-slothfulness/.

4. El Patio — where I’ve blissfully clogged my arteries for twenty-six years.

5. The Hoffbrau — my daddy’s favorite. It opened when he was eight, and the whole family fell in love. Seventy-three years later, we are still asking for extra lemon-butter sauce. But the waitresses no longer beat you up.

So looking at my list of five, it’s quite obvious why there is so much of me. Dang. Do skinny people live without steaks and Mexican food? (Although in the interest of full disclosure I admit to being a skinny person for the first 35 years of my life — then my thyroid went south. Sadly, it has not returned.)

I’m supposed to list the other people who have done this meme, add my name to the bottom of the list, then tag five people so that they do the same. So here’s the list of previous players:

Velverse (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia)
LB (San Giovanni in Marignano, Italy)
Selba (Jakarta, Indonesia)
Olivia (London, England)
ML (Utah, USA)
J (California, USA)
CuriosityKiller (Hong Kong, SAR)
Shelli (Minnesota, USA)
Bluepaintred (Saskatchewan, Canada)
Avitable (Florida, USA)
Diana (Singapore, Singapore)
Karla the Texpatriate(Oslo, Norway)
Amamgets (Austin, TX)

So as to the tagging component, here goes:

SaucyMomma, Austin.
MonkMan, Beerville
You folk out there who read but do not blog — come join the merry band

My Spot

May or no May, I gotta take the time to share pics of the Little Pooper, snoozing in my spot.  Again.  With that ‘who, me?’ face on.

Can you see why the babies think the Little Pooper is spoiled?

Ahhhhhhh…..

So what does a puppy do on a hot May afternoon after having a mile-long trot around the neighborhood?

The VORTEX Wind Machine — ahhhhhhh!!!

What a Day…

As the Amamgets was slammed with a cold last Thursday, then did a million things on Friday and Saturday, Saturday evening saw The Return of the Gunga. Which meant I was pretty gunga-fied come Sunday morn.

Reservations for Mother’s Day Brunch were made long ago (by me — the BBE is the best, but don’t count on him for reservations). Besides the four of us, we had invited my BFF and her two babes, and the BBE’s parents, who are the finest in-laws a girl could ask for (bonus: BBE’s sister was in town for the weekend).

This was one meal I was determined not to miss. At eleven the BBE drove off to fetch the Littlest, the Boy went out for a run, and I pulled myself out of bed and into the shower. Didn’t even stop to put my contacts in. Which is why I didn’t see the GINORMOUS cockroach who joined me in the shower — until he started crawling up my leg.

Just to make the point: this mama doesn’t do cockroaches. I will pick up a snake, and truly like spiders (not that I carry them around or anything), but cockroaches? Uh-uh. Which is why the Boy came home from his run and round his mama wrapped in a towel with shampoo on her head.

The brunch was delicious — and it was great to see everyone, even though I felt like I was communicating from a different time zone.

And so the day went on, full of coughing and laundry, and honestly I was getting grumpier by the hour. Anyone standing outside the laundry room would have heard some choice language.

So the sweet BBE made me a hamburger and tator tots, and we watched ‘Entourage’ and ‘The Tudors’, and went to bed.

And there it was — the BEST Mother’s Day present ever:

for Mother’s Day…

… Slate.com leads with three posts honoring the day –

• ‘Why it’s OK to praise your kids’ by an author who I respect, but shit– is this truly something today’s American parents need to hear? Today’s whiny-ass ‘my-kid-didn’t-make-the-A-team’ parents? Sigh. Maybe so. Because maybe they need to figure something out: it’s NOT about them. Even on Mother’s Day.
• ‘Books you shouldn’t buy me for Mother’s Day’: Mommie Dearest applies. Plus anything by Virginia Woolf. But some Dr. Seuss action? That I can go for on Mother’s Day. That and a Simpsons marathon. Because Marge is the shit.
• ‘Great Magnum photos of moms’ — so yes there are some good ones posted, but nothing that compares to this baby, sent to me by my nephew earlier today — of his mom/my sister (it’s kind of a ‘Find Waldo’ scenario — heh heh):