Today is my Father in Law's birthday, he's 75. Still running marathons, still awesome. We're heading over to their house for dinner (please, oh, please no carrot dimes) after a nightmare of frustrating calls between my mother in law and everyone. She kept asking us what we wanted to do for his birthday, and we kept saying, "Well, what does Dad want to do?" Then she'd go through a list of options she came up with. And we said that all sounded great, what of those things did DAD WANT? Finally my husband made her put the phone down and ask him. Jesus please us. This went on for two weeks, I'm not joking. The man is a saint, I'm telling you.

Especially if there are carrot dimes on the menu.

In other news, I totally killed some vampires on Oblivion yesterday, and I'm only just at Level 2 (I've not had a lot of play time with the Mr. in the house) so I felt pretty boss. LOL. Oh, and I ignored some laundry, which I'm pretty proud of.

EXCEPT HOARDERS WAS ON LAST NIGHT. [Hey Don't Judge Me: RECAP] So I'm doing loads of cleaning today. (IT wasn't the typical filthy episode last night, well, one of them was, but the other was this eccentric guy who collected arcade memorabilia. He had a ZOLTAN! Apparently this guy is very controversial on the boards as maybe a faker. I talk about it in my recap.)

Other recaps that are live: True Blood, last week and this week's recaps (Sue had some extenuating circumstances that kept her from her computer, trust me, she makes the Hotshot craziness bearable, such is her gift.) And Liz has more Spartacus: Blood and Sand recaps. Mel's Bachelorette recap is now up as well.

And tomorrow brings you more Glee with cocktails, and if anything, you should be clicking for the booze. :D

Speaking of Glee, [ profile] flaming_muse has posted the second chapter to her awesome story, right here. I'm telling you, it's fantastic. And this fandom needs more talented writers that can spell and conjugate and have an actual plot and a large vocabulary and. Wait, no, I meant that last part. :)

Now I must clean all the things and mentally prepare to hear my mother in law mutter to herself as she cooks dinner. I think I'll bring a book. (Too rude? UGH, they all just sit there in silence, it's maddening. Silence? What is that?!)
[ETA] The following rant is based off of the video I linked, that's important to note. Also, there is some AWESOME discussion happening in comments, so that's good for further talk, too. And I'm super hungry now, so I'm going to eat. Have fun with the comments, folks!

I owe emails and replies, but first: I love Jamie Oliver and not just because he swaps out th's with f's. (Essex represent, 'ee is well fit, innit?) I think this is one of the most important videos a parent (or loving aunt or uncle, etc) can watch.

And just so you know, I firmly FIRMLY believe that "picky eaters" are made, not born. They will eat it if you give it to them, says this mother of three who have eaten foods as diverse as raw squid and octopus, all manner of curries, eel, any and all fruits and vegetables including DURIAN and bok choy, and a steady stream of lima beans (even though their mother won't touch those things.) My son begs for spinach and freaking butter beans. Why? Because I was a poor single mom (even when married to husband #1, lol) and I could grow veggies, but I couldn't afford fast food. 10 months old and my son would walk to the fridge and bang on it until I opened it and gave him raw mushrooms. No lie, his favorite dish was stir fried zucchini and mushrooms. At 10 months old.

IF YOU FEED THEM CERTAIN FOODS, THAT IS WHAT THEY WILL EAT. (You think kids in southeast Asia are born with a hunger for durian? Lo mein? No, they're fed that, and then that's what they eat. Ditto with mole sauce for Latino kids, plantains for Caribbean kids, etc. etc.) If your kids complain about you changing their food and diet to healthier things, tough stuff, cream puff. You smile, eat the good foods, and then let them walk away from the table. They get to complain for a few days. And then they'll eat. You know why? Because they'll be hungry from not being allowed to eat junk. And then you have kids eating good food, yay! It's not mean, it's not cruel, it's called parenting and it's a JOB. And if YOU are eating good foods, then it's likely that your children will, too.

*cough* Please see my post about me caring for my autistic sister who apparently has all sorts of food rules, to the point where she eats crappy processed foods at home - like, four steady menu items - and yet EVERYTHING I made her at my house, which was all homemade and fresh, she wolfed down and even had seconds on some things. Huh. So please. Please don't try and convince me that your child/child you know just won't eat such and such. Studies have shown that kids need to be exposed to new foods 5 - 10 times before it sticks, and THEN IT STICKS! Isn't that wonderful? :)

Whew. Needed that off my chest. (And for the love of Mike, if you're giving your kids soda, please stop. Just stop. I don't mean special treats of a soda - Sprite, root beer, sarsaparilla - when you go out to eat for special times, but daily sodas. That is terrible for them. For you, too, but you're a grown up, so I can't be bossy boots to you. Ha. Also, try making your own root beer - infinitely better and doesn't have HFCS in it, YAY.)

Remember: if it's a plant, or lives off of plants, eat it. If it's FROM a plant, it's probably best that you skip it.

With love, Stoney. :)

(And I'm writing up a recipe I made up last night for sweet potato and shrimp soup with some curry and little "tater tots" made of diced shrimp and sweet potato. YUM.)
I finally caught up on a few things this weekend, such as the most recent episode of Dollhouse. spoilers for the ep )

Last night was the season premiere of Big Love, and if you don't know that I'm a devoted watcher of that show, you've not been paying attention. I wish more things were accurate, but that's because I'm a weirdo. SPOILERS. )

I didn't realize that I'd missed an ep of Jersey Shore on New Year's Eve! Who the hell airs a new ep on that night? Esp. a show about people who party? I have to catch up on the Oompah Loompahs, is what I'm saying.

And because I need to completely expel this next thing. Been bugging me for days. A kid came to spend the night with The Boy on Friday. Rude child is Rude )

It was finally not single digits today so Sally Derg got a proper walk instead of me shoving her in the backyard with a ball. Lol. I just can't deal with a biting wind, which is why I don't live in places like Chicago, Detroit, etc. BRRRR. 40s is a more reasonable winter temperature. My little Hope kitty won't even go outside. She looks out of the door, sees things blowing around out there, then runs to my bedroom to curl up on a blanket. Ha. A cat after my own heart.
1. I love my kids. That whole "they came from my loins" thing, and all. But I get that not everyone thinks my little angels are precious precious snowflakes who's very BREATH is a miracle to be lauded. I want my kids to be independent, to learn how to be on their own, but not at the expense of people around us. I am, of course, talking about the twee little grocery carts that seem to only exist in the suburbs. "Mommy, I'm helping with my own cart!" *bangs into things*

Look. I get it. I'm all for giving kids chores, believe me. But in a packed store where things can break (I was at a home store with delicate lamps, etc. etc.) YOUR CHILD DOESN'T NEED TO LEARN THE CART LESSON. I'll tell you what lesson they can learn! KEEP YOUR FRIGGIN' HANDS TO YOURSELF. That's a GREAT lesson. Also, there are 6 billion+ on the planet. It's not that precious, what they're doing. Sorry. Best you learn that one early, New Mom.

2. If you have a shopping cart full of things, you do not go to the express lane. YOU DO NOT GO TO THE EXPRESS LANE. If you're waved over because there's no one there at the checkout, that's one thing. When you purposely go there (15 or less) and start unloading, you are officially a douche nozzle. And when someone says behind you, "Did you realize this was the express lane? There's a lane open next door," that is not your opportunity to give a go to hell look and slam more things on the conveyor belt. And I hope you understood that when I said, "You're awesome," you understood that I was being sarcastic. Because douche nozzles are NOT awesome.

Let me guess: your mother was the mother from #1, huh?

In other news, I now have all the supplies I need to make these meatballs (I'm retro, yo), these cookies, and this champagne punch. Also on the menu tomorrow will be fresh olives, nuts, assorted fruits, cheeses, crackers and breads, and prosciutto wrapped figs. OH, LAST THING TO YOU 20 SOMETHINGS AND UNDER: Learn how to FRICKIN' RSVP to an event. If you're doing that thing where you're waiting to see if something better comes along? I'm putting you in the douche nozzle category, too. So I guess I'm serving anywhere from 10 to 40 people tomorrow. Good hell.
We stopped off my my folks house and my dad gave me a CD of all of his guitar performances from when I was a child and he was a studio musician. It's all his original stuff, and I am sitting here, tears running down my face remembering how he used to play my sister and I to sleep with beautiful acoustic music. Small, braids, nightgowns that went to the floor, and my cool dad with lambchop sideburns and his guitar that made us smile and our dreams sweet.

Everyone should have a day of remembering their parents when they were perfect - before you knew they could screw up.

God, he was good.

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