Friday, April 17, 2009

In a Pickle...

I don’t like grocery shopping. It stopped being fun for me, when I could no longer wander around with my mother talking her ear off and enjoying the free cookies. Now I simply wander around thinking, “if I were parmesan cheese where would I be?” Seriously, who decides the grouping of groceries? How I’m I to know tortillas may not be on the bread aisle, but on the ethnic food aisle? I always manage, numerous times, to get to the back of the store only to remember I forgot something at the front of the store.

However, what I detest the most is having forty-five options of everything. If you run into me in the grocery store, you’ll likely find me on the phone asking my mother or some other soul, “what the heck is the difference in unbleached, bleached flour, how much do I buy of such and such etc. etc.. Yuck! It’s not that I don’t appreciate variety; it’s that no matter how long I stand and stare I still get home to surprises. For instance, after eating almost an entire package of turkey I finally realized why it tasted weird, it was honey turkey, which I don’t buy! Extra large eggs versus large eggs. The wrong type of milk ….

Then today at lunch I decide I’ll have some pickles that I just bought. In attempting to open them, I couldn’t figure out why I smelled something hot. Who knew you could buy pickles with texas pete hot sauce? Not only that but petite kosher dills with texas pete hot sauce. Fortunately, I eat hot things, you’d think if they were going to put hot sauce in pickles they’d make the font stand out. What makes the pickle ordeal even worse, was I stood on the pickle aisle for ever because they were buy one get one free and I couldn’t figure out if they were all buy one free or just certain types. I got it wrong and had to make a mad dash back to the pickle aisle at the register. Only the jar I grabbed in a rush was right!

When it comes to the Elizabeth Highsmith and grocery can find her in a pickle! And she might just sell you her hot pickles for a nickle.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Better Late Than Never...

I have come to the realization that successful bloggers are picture takers. I’m a take the pictures and leave them on a file in your computer for years to come kind of girl. I am most definitely not a scrapper, I have friends who are scrappers and who always have a camera in their purses, so I leave most of the photo taking up to them. However, because Easter is one of my favorite holidays I made an effort at taking pictures.

I love Easter because of what it represents, hope. To know my Savior is alive and constantly with me gives that “calm assurance” that I can face uncertain days because He lives. If it wasn’t for Easter, if it wasn’t for the resurrection it would all be in vain. But it’s not, He lives and so we celebrate.

I teach a high school Sunday school class with my dear friend Melissa. We love to shop! We probably shouldn’t shop together as we always use the, “We’re young and single and can buy these frivolous purchases if we want excuse.” The excuse we used for the recent purchase of the world’s sexiest purple high heels. The I’m not leaving the store without these hot heels, the they’re so hot we both need a pair of high heels. We decided to debut the heels for Easter. Saturday pedicures were in order, as sexy heels deserve pretty feet and toes!

We had an Easter egg hunt for our Sunday School class, they loved it! One guy said, “Man, I feel like a kid again.” Someone left a Southern Living bowl at my house, it looked so pretty on my table I had to convince myself to do the right thing and return it.

I wanted a new profile picture for face book, some times I feel technology has made us so
pathetic. Especially since I live alone, taking my picture ensued a fight with the self-timer. I don't know who won!

When I was growing up we always had a huge crowd over to hunt eggs after church. It was always such fun, so I decided I’d through myself a grown up Easter egg hunt. I also decided to embrace my inner child and dye Easter eggs. I learned a very valuable lesson this Easter, do not dye eggs, and make cupcakes at the same time right before you’re supposed to be at your mother’s house. One of my eggs was so ugly, I threw it away! The cupcakes fared better than the eggs.

I failed to think of taking pictures of everyone who came over to celebrate Easter, until I was down to two guests. It was fun being a kid again. However, we were very grown up about the distribution of the candy. We pooled it all together and had a take what you like philosophy, which never would have flown as a child. I am still enjoying the loot. Happy Easter, a little late!