Archives for January 2008

The Big Boo Cast, Episode Nine

Well, after a six week-ish hiatus, Big Mama and I return to the wonderful world of podcasting by covering a completely random array of topics for your listening pleasure.

And we use the word “hiatus,” by the way, to make it seem like our podcasting break was TOTALLY PLANNED, but the fact of the matter is that we just never got around to recording anything because we were too busy eating cake and watching TV.

We also did a good bit of sleeping.

This week we talk about Big Mama’s hair woes, our teenage fondness for writing notes in church, how chocolate chip cookie dough and Cheetos can completely derail parenthood, various blog-related Google searches that crack us up, our deeply academic appreciation for the Old Testament, and why you wouldn’t want either one of us to ever be in charge of starting some sort of fire.

In short, it’s the least entertaining entertainment that the interweb has to offer. Which makes us understandably proud.

And I’ll go ahead and warn you that I had some microphone ish-ahs on this podcast, so I apologize in advance for the technical difficulties. You can rest assured that I will work tirelessly to fix those ish-ahs just as soon as I can tear myself away from my Dairy Queen chicken tenders.

My, they are tasty.

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If you have any questions you’d like for us to answer in the next podcast, fire away, my friends.

And as always, we thank you for your patronage.

I Have Some Thoughts About Some Things

If a podcast hosting company has a button on their website that says “upload file,” it would be terribly helpful if said button actually worked.

Because while it’s been a big, kick-in-the-pants carnival to click that little button approximately sixteen times without ANY UPLOADING HAPPENING WHATSOEVER, EVEN AFTER SOME LENGTHY WAITING, I’m afraid that I’m developing some trust issues with the button. And I fear my resentment is becoming somewhat unhealthy.

Also.

Last night the husband and I helped with something at our church, and our biggest responsibility was to pick up and set up all the food.

At one point there were six large trays of fried chicken tenders in our possession. Enough chicken tenders for approximately 200 people.

And seeing those trays stacked one on top of the other before we put the food on the tables? It was a veritable fountain of fried chicken, a fountain pouring forth with some of the finest breaded-then-submerged-in-hot-oil poultry that these eyes have ever seen.

I was moved almost to the point of tears.

And I would say that it was “a tender time,” only I think that’s a little too pun-tastic even for me.

Finally.

If your four year-old ever makes the proclamation that he would like to go to “big church” on a Sunday morning, I would just like to encourage you to make sure that you have a lot of tissues with you.

Just in case the four year-old lets loose with a monster sneeze that results in you, the mother, gently cupping strange nasal substances in the palm of your hand, thereby causing the single, oh-so-fashionable 20-somethings sitting behind you to shudder and gasp audibly.

And leaving you at the mercy of the kind lady two seats down who quickly passes you some napkins from the Burger King.

Humility. It is the ongoing order of the parenting day.

Well Whaddya Know

Here’s the view into our backyard at 10:30 this morning.

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You should also know that, when the ABC station here leads-in to the SPECIAL WINTER WEATHER EVENT NEWSCAST (we have non-stop coverage, my friends), the ALABAMA FREEZE graphic shakes back and forth.

Because apparently even the graphic is so cold that it’s trembling.

I love the South.

Ladies And Gentlemen, We Have Us Some Graphics

Yesterday I told Big Mama that we’re expecting some wintry weather here this weekend, and she said, “Oh, you’d better believe that there are some people at the Alabama TV stations working on some SERIOUS graphics for their weather forecasts right about now.”

I totally agreed with her. Because in my opinion, there is probably nothing a meteorologist enjoys more than the opportunity to run into the graphics department of his news organization and say, “The weather’s getting CRAZY out there! Let’s call it TORNADO FEST ’07!”

Or maybe HIP HIP HURRICANE ’08!

Or FUNNEL CLOUD FEST ’05!

Anyway, Big Mama reminded me that last year she and her family experienced ICE STORM ’07, so I predicted that this weekend, in my neck of the woods, we would more than likely see coverage of WINTER STORM WATCH ’08.

But as it turns out, I was wrong.

And really, what you’re about to see is so much better than I could have ever imagined, and it makes me so stinkin’ happy that I want to clap until my little soon-to-be-gloved hands fall off:

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OH. BRING IT.

Welcome to ALABAMA FREEZE (’08!), everyone.

Rest assured that I’ll be bringing you all the up-to-the-minute news about this history-making WINTER WEATHER EVENT.

After all, it’s not just any ole day when six whole snowflakes fall on our driveway.

I do hope you’ll stay tuned.

Yeah. I Got Nothin’.

Today was chock-full-o-to-do-list goodness, and once the to-do list was finally finished late this afternoon, I had the distinct privilege of playing both SORRY! and Go Fish with the four year-old.

Which reminds me. You know those parents? The parents who can’t bear to let their children lose at games?

I am SO not one of those parents. I will use my SORRY! card and bump one of the little man’s gamepieces back to home in a red hot minute. Doesn’t matter to me if he’s four or forty. I mean, if you can’t take the board game heat, then you should probably just get out of the, um, you know, board game kitchen.

As you can tell, I spend my spare time writing clever trash-talking phrases. Because saying “GET OUT OF THE BOARD GAME KITCHEN” is sure to incite fear in the hearts of your board game opponents.

Just be sure to snap your fingers in the air after you say it.

Anyhoo.

I do have a few announcements that I would like to share, only now all I can think of is “If you can’t take the announcements heat, then get out of the announcements kitchen,” and OH SWEET MERCY MAKE IT STOP BECAUSE CLEARLY I CANNOT.

1. Today I ate lunch at a place called Newk’s. It was utterly delightful. I ordered the broccoli cheese soup, and IT. WAS. DIVINE. Even better is that you get a big huge bowl of it, not some little wimpy little shallow plate that’s imitating a bowl.

Because as a very wise person once said: if you can’t take the big bowl heat, then get out of…oh, never mind.

I’m wearing myself out.

But still. I was delighted by the Newk’s. And it looks like all you Nashville-area people are about to get a couple of them, so I encourage you to check out the Newk’s, not that I have any vested interest in it other than the fact that I am a fan of food.

Not to mention eating.

2. The Mercy Me guys have a blog now. It is almost brand new. Still shiny, in fact. You can check it out here. And you can leave comments and stuff, too, so you will totally be their BFF’s 4EVER within minutes of your arrival (link via Shaun and Kat).

3. It is supposed to snow here this weekend. The weather people are predicting anywhere from one to four inches, which means that approximately six flakes will hit our driveway around 2:48 Saturday morning.

We are beside ourselves with anticipation.

Friends Are Friends Forever When Madras Bermuda Shorts Are All The Fashion Rage

Yesterday I told Big Mama that if she had any plans to go in Target or Old Navy she’d better not step foot in either store until she’d put on the full armor of God, including the oft-neglected Pocket Shield of Thriftiness.

But because we are enablers in that we enjoy, well, enabling each other to find the absolute cutest clothes possible, she then asked me to tell her all about every single thing I saw and please, oh please do not leave out a single detail.

And if you are sitting at your computer feeling somewhat skeptical as to whether or not Big Mama and I actually talk about clothes as much as our blogs would seem to indicate, all I can say to you is OH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

Just ask Shannon, who, God love her, was subjected to the misfortune of walking through store after unending store with us for an entire Saturday. Big Mama and I not only like to shop – we like to shop and then say things like, “Well, if I had this coat, it would absolutely be my signature piece,” and “These hoop earrings are perfect for when you need to give an outfit a little ‘pop’ but don’t want to drag it down with a necklace” and “You have to buy this, there’s no way I won’t let you buy this, IT IS AN INVESTMENT.”

Because clothes totally earn interest for you, internets. Just ask your financial planner.

However, since Big Mama and I are in a season of life where we’re not exactly earning big wads of cash money, most of our oooohing and ahhhhing and hypothetical accessorizing must be confined to window shopping. As opposed to actual, you know, shopping shopping. Where you buy things.

But make no mistake: we long to shop. And for now we rest in the peace of knowing that we are being refined during this particularly difficult scant-shopping season, and because we are more than overcomers, one day we will shop again, hallelujah.

And in the event of an unexpected financial windfall, there may even come a day when we are able to shop in stores where the clothes aren’t just a hop, skip and a jump away from a produce section.

That would be quite fancy, don’t you think?

Anyway, Big Mama and I actually have three (THREE! 3! TRES!) blog-related trips planned for this summer, and we’ve spent an inordinate amount of time discussing what we’ll wear on those trips because, as Martha would say, we don’t want to be too dressy, but we don’t want to be too casual, either, I mean sometimes you can just get away with wearing jeans and a blouse, jeans and a blouse!, but we really can’t do that because we need to be more dressy casual, dressy casual!, you know, like with some cute slacks and a shirt that is tailored but not too fitted, of course, because you don’t want to be immodest and certainly you want to be comfortable, you just have to be comfortable!, but then if it’s just a cotton shirt it could get wrinkled!, it could wrinkle!, and DO YOU SEE HOW HARD THIS IS? DO YOU SEE?

Well, I’ve run across a few spring clothing items that I think are absolutely adorable, and I thought I would share them with you because I can’t really shop for anything other than air right now (please do not get me started about how my computer won’t hold a charge anymore and I am going to Africa for blogging purposes and call me crazy, but a dependable computer might come in just a little bit handy, and I can’t talk about it anymore or my breathing will become somewhat shallow and erratic).

So let’s distract ourselves with clothes!

Like this.

And these, ohmyword THESE, for they take me right back to 1981 and a dog-eared copy of The Preppy Handbook.

Because I knew all about preppy when I was, you know, eleven.

And do you have any idea how well this would cover a post-partum tummy? Even if the post-partum was almost five years ago and please don’t judge me because I HAVE AN ADDICTION TO FRIED THINGS?

For the record, it would cover the five year-old post-partum tummy absolutely beautifully.

As would this.

And I would love to wear this shirt untucked with some jeans.

I say that, of course, like I ever tuck in anything. But if I’m being perfectly candid, I should probably tell you that I really don’t think I’ve tucked in anything since 1998, which means I’m coming up on a decade of being tuck-in free.

It is some sweet liberty, my friends.

And in the interest of versatility, I should point out that I love these pants, even if I do have to go up a size in them because the waistband hits across the post-partum belly area, only who do I think I’m even kidding, it’s totally the DEEP FRIED belly area, and strangely enough, I’m pretty much okay with that.

Also: I am now craving fried dill pickles.

Dipped in Ranch dressing.

And for our skinny friends, we have this shirt. SO cute.

But I would never ever wear that much elastic around my upper arms, oh good grief no, and I have two very strong reasons why:

1) That much elastic encasing my arms would render said arms completely numb in a matter of mere minutes and

2) The elastic on the upper arm area would create a sausage-type effect, thereby causing large canines far and wide to mistake my arm for a tasty pork treat. Which could lead to some springtime unpleasantness.

Because while there are some risks that I’m completely willing to take for the sake of fashion, grave injury to an appendage is not one of them.

And I imagine that you would agree.