Friday, March 24, 2017

Just messing around… Vandergrift for lunch. G&Gs.

Bella Luna serves their chicken salad in a bowl and I always ask for a small plate on the side when I order so I can take it out and redistribute it… this made me angry too.  Pie should not be served in a bowl. I don't care if it's Fiesta or not.

End of the Road had this fabulous table it was in some General's house long ago. Would make a wonderful kitchen island.

We became friends with the owner and she was giving me a pretty good deal on this lovely bit of Easter Kitsch. Almost too good to pass up. I didn't get it though. I really wanted it.

I knew it would have to go directly to storage and I would end up regretting it.

If you are wondering What The Dad ate… We got him a mushroom swiss burger.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Wednesday, March 22, 2017


The joke here is that once I perfect all the things that The Dad makes then his work is done.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017


I like to go for ice cream all by myself. I actually prefer it.

Monday, March 20, 2017

I watched Cassie's kids and her mom's dog the other night. Before bed, we made these...

After, I  put Tallulah in her crib and spent the rest of the evening checking to make sure she was breathing.  Poor baby. All she wanted to do was sleep. ;-)

Sunday, March 19, 2017

So we ended up stopping at Applebee's on the way back from Blairsville the other day because we didn't feel like coming up with any other options and I think I've said this before, I have a thing with Applebee's.

Like a bad thing.

First of all I used to really like their Oriental Chicken Salad - now, not so much. It's not because of the massive amount of calories or the racist name.  I don't know if it's my attitude or it's just not good anymore.  I got it tonight because I was hangry and tired and didn't feel like looking at the menu and it was just blah.

Anyway, during the separation, David always wanted to meet some place for lunch, often Applebee's, and that's right about the time when they started their stupid question asking. Like, are you celebrating something special today? I would usually say like yeah we're trying to figure out our divorce but sometimes I said nothing and just wanted to punch them in the face.

The girl came to the people sitting behind us first and she went through her little talk and then the question - are you celebrating something special today?  I wanted to jump up and scream -  if they were celebrating something special they wouldn't be here -  but I contained myself. I could see Chirssy noticing that I was getting a little huffy already and the waitress wasn't even at our booth yet.

Anyway, these people behind us had about a fifteen minute conversation with her and the girl looked like she just wanted to say - people I have to ask this stupid question I really don't care.

She finally came to us and we got the same speech… I told her we were just wandering around for the day and went to our favorite bakery and she chimed in that she loved bakeries.  Then I said we stopped at this gallery and may sign up for a paint class. She said she loved galleries and painting. I just said, really, it's ok. You don't need to talk to us about bakeries and galleries and painting. We're all good.

Just for the record: I am always very nice to wait staff and a very big tipper. I just don't like being questioned at Applebee's about my day and I really wonder if the staff is that into it. Are they logging this data into some program that will one day give us a breakdown as to why people stopped there?  I shouldn't be this annoyed over this but I am.  This sundae didn't even cheer me up.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

The real reason we went to Blairsville was to go to our favorite bakery.
Seriously, you should go.

I don't think I've gotten a bad thing from there.

The antique store we usually go to was unexpectedly closed but we checked out some other little shops we frequent and went to the gallery down the street. In the end, though, bakery run was successful.