Once upon a time, when I used to cook dinner every single night, I had a fridge full of leftovers. Steaks. Sheppards pie. Potato bake. I didn’t want to food to go to waste, so one night I proclaimed “Tonight, we’re having scraps for dinner!”
“SCRAPS?!” Pighunter said, in a tone that could only be described as “horrified.”
“Yes, Scraps. We have a ton of food left over from this week and I thought I’d just heat it all up and eat it before it goes bad.”
“Oh, leftovers!” He said, somewhat relieved. “Not SCRAPS! We’re not dogs! We’re humans! IT’S LEFTOVERS!”
In my mind, scraps is totally different than leftovers in this way. Let’s say I make meatloaf and mashed potatoes on Wednesday night. Thursday night, I decide to reheat that. THAT would be leftovers. Now let’s say that on Monday night I made enchiladas with rice. Then, on Tuesday night, I made a steak with a broccoli salad. Then, on Wednesday night, I decided to put the enchiladas, rice, steak and broccoli salad that was left out and let every one choose whatever they want to eat. THAT would be scraps. Because, get it, it’s scraps from various different meals as opposed to a specific, reheated meal from the night before.
Did I really just try to explain the difference between “scraps” and “leftovers?” Yes. I did.
Think of this post as the blog equivalent of “scraps.” A little bit of this and a little bit of that, but totally not leftovers.
Today my daughter was drawing at the kitchen table. “What are you going to draw?” I asked her. “Me and Mr.Potato Head!” She answered. As she was creating her masterpiece, she was talking through everything she was doing. It was precious. Especially when she said THIS:
….”And here’s my one arm. And the other arm. And here’s my one belly button. And my one titty. And other titty.”
Obviously, my attempt to teach her to call them “her chests” isn’t working.
That girl. She kills me. She recently decided she must “paint her face, just like mommy!” So every morning, after I finish putting on my makeup, she pulls her chair up to my mirror and stars painting her face while singing “Can you paint with all the colors of the wind…” (No, seriously. She sings that as she’s “painting” her eyes a beautiful shade of black.)
I think girlfriend needs to work on her application techniques, but I have to say, not too bad for a three year old.
I’ve become a bit of a “Thyroid Activist” lately. Anytime someone complains of feeling tired, I’m all “OMFG GET YOUR THYROID TESTED AND DON’T STOP UNTIL YOU GET ANSWERS!!!!!!” Ask anyone in my life, pretty much every other word out of my mouth is “my thyroid” or “your thyroid” or “Hashimotos!”
It’s annoying and I KNOW this, yet I can’t stop myself from telling people to HAVE THEIR THYROIDS CHECKED! I just don’t want people to suffer needlessly the way that I did.
But, this isn’t The Thyroid Blog! This is a blog about Unexpected Joy! And so, I bought www.thethyroidblog.com so that I could have a place to talk about My Thyroid and how much I hate it without boring the people who come here to read about more important things. Like bean dip. And pachinas.
I wouldn’t get your hopes up though, because two years ago, I bought another domain that I was totally excited about and had big plans for and haha, nothing ever became of it and so, what I believed to be the greatest domain name ever just sits there in cyberspace, wasting away.
Creatively speaking, I SUCK. If only I were more like Tracey. You see, Tracey was able to take a creative idea that she had and turn it into something exciting and beautiful. Me? I have a ton of “great ideas” swirling in my head, but I can’t seem to make it past the “OMG! I JUST BOUGHT THE MOST AWESOME DOMAIN” stage. (I totally blame my thyroid. HAHA.) In all seriousness, I both envy and admire her.
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