1. Rebecca can be picky about what she thinks she likes to eat, moreso than she is actually picky about what she eats. For example, she likes pork of all kinds, as long as it is called chicken. She is actually the one who started this, because when she pulled some barbecue off one of our plates and tasted it, she said, "this is good chicken!" We had barbecue for dinner Saturday night, and Rebecca claimed she did not like barbecue. Then Grammy remembered that it was to be called chicken, but Rebecca was on to her. Grammy kept trying to force the "chicken" on her, and Rebecca frowned and said, "Hmmmph, tricks. Always tricks. Somebody always trying to trick me."
2. In the Nashville airport on Sunday, I was purchasing a bottle of water and perusing the magazines befowe our went to our gate. Rebecca was at the perfect height to inspect the covers of the tabloids as we waited to pay. She pointed out the many mags that had pics of Brad and Emily (hello, the Bachelor and the girl he picked!). She exclaimed, "Hey, its the guy on your favorite show!" I briefly considered this could mean that I am too addicted to the show.
3. Speaking of which, I was so sad when I realized last night that there was no Bachelor that night. The Bachelorette will start in May, but that's a poor substitute in my mind. I'm not sure why that is. There's just a different kind of drama. No catfights.
4. I finally got the chance to read Jodi Picoult's newest release: Sing You Home. Love it. Love it. Love it. Love her. Love this book. Just sad that I'm finished with it, and it will be a long time before her next release. I think this might be my favorite of her books so far, and that is saying a lot.
5. Last night, we went to eat dinner at Roscoe's, since there had been no purchasing of groceries for the week. After we ate, we went to Stater Brothers (grocery store) to do the shopping. It was after 8:00 by the time we got done and were on our way home. In the car, Rebecca announced, "I don't think I want a snack." Ramy said, "Oh, okay." Rebecca continued, "I don't want a snack so I can eat a really good dinner." I laughed and fell right into the trap, saying, "You already ate a really good dinner!" Rebecca pounced on that: "So can I have a snack?"
6. Can I give a shout out to my Tennessee hairdresser? Faron has cut my hair since I was in high school (yep, more than half my life) and has seen it through various colors, lengths, and textures. She's wonderful, and for the price of what I pay to get my hair cut in California, she cut both my hair and Rebecca's and waxed my eyebrows. Love her.
7. Do you like Pottery Barn? Crate and Barrel? If you don't, then what planet are you on and how did you find my blog? If you do, do you know about Ballard Designs? Love that site. They do have a few retail locations in Florida and Georgia, but apparently they haven't branched out more than that.
8. I realized that I only will likely complete my hours required for licensure in California sometime this year. God willing. That means that I have to stop flirting with the idea of taking the EPPP and actually get ready to do it. Was saying that enough?
9. In case you didn't know enough of my quirks, here's another one. I have a weird obsession with ink pens. I am constantly on the quest for the perfect one. I used to only write in blue ink, but that doesn't go with writing on pages that become part of a permanent medical record, so I've converted to black ink. Only out of necessity. Once I found an amazing yellow and black pen on a floor or table somewhere, and it was so fabulous that I spent a month searching for them. I thought it was the holy grail of gel pens until they discontinued it. My current favorite is a Foray 0.7 mm rollerball ink pen. I bought it to try it out a couple of months ago and loved it. Unfortunately, then I couldn't remember which store carried it. It wasn't Staples. It wasn't Target. It wasn't Office Max. Clearly, this means it is at Office Depot, of which there isn't one in my city. Yes, I will drive a long distance to buy the perfect pen.
10. While we were in Tennessee, I enjoyed getting to take more pics of the birds at my mom's birdfeeder megaplex. She has a birdfeeder that is on the ground, rather than in the air, to attract those birds (like my favorite, the mourning dove) that like to keep their feet on the ground. It is on her back porch. I sat down at her computer on Saturday and glimpsed a cat sitting in that birdfeeder. Then I did a double-take and realized that it wasn't a cat but....it was a possum (yeah, it's really an opossum, but who ever says it that way?). I let out some kind of gutteral sound, as the heinously ugly creature looked back at me. Slowly, it got off its throne (oh yes, it was using the bird feeder as though it were a litter box) and waddled away. It gave me flashbacks of my tween-age run-in with a possum in the garbage can early one summer morning when I was supposed to take the trash out to the road. I am convinced that possums are what Satan looks like - pink eyes and rubber tails and ugliness. I'm shuttering just thinking about it.
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