Most “good bloggers” are able to write about things that aren’t that exciting while still making the reader come back to their blog every day to see if they’ve wrote more. I am one of those readers, not one of those bloggers. A good blogger could blog about anything, anytime, anywhere. The last few weeks we’ve kept pretty busy but I really haven’t had much to write about. Does my limited readership really care about our first surf trip of the season to Westport? Do you really care about my new KitchenAid attachment I got through rebate? And do you really care that baby Tyler had butt surgery?
What?! You do? Well, ok then!
I try to go home once every couple of months to visit. This month, prime Spokompton time was while Kevi was on a baseball trip with his Dad. Thanks Owen for coming early so Auntie Kelli could meet you AND go visit her other kiddos. This trip home was extra important because Travel Granny recently fell and broke her hip. She’s staying in a rehab/nursing home which was really hard to see. Gramma seemed to be doing great and was in tip top spirits with lofty goals to get out of there as quick as possible. I don’t blame her. It smelled of chameleons and everyone was in a wheelchair, practically passed out. Growing up with Ronnie, I’m used to group homes but this place grossed me out. I’ve decided I don’t want to get old. Someone needs to get rockin on that magic youth serum.
When I bought my KitchenAid it came with a free attachment via rebate. My choices were a grinder or a slicer/shredder. I opted for the slicer/shredder as I slice much more than I grind. It is the coolest thing ever. It kicks so much ass over my mandoline (which used to be the coolest thing ever). We made a recipe that called for 2lbs of thinly sliced zucchini. In like a minute, “voila,” the zucchini was sliced and ready to be cooked. If you have a KitchenAid, you need this attachment. It will change your life!
Ahh, Westport. Our favorite surf spot – because it’s the only place we can go without having to make a weekend of it. So cold, so rough and so fun. Kevin’s Dad and Brother came with us this trip. Westport is crazy because you can read the surf report and have a four star day (that’s good) and then get there and it’s crap. But you went that far so you play in the water anyway and then like an hour later, the wind shifts and it’s the best surf conditions you’ve ever had. We’ve never really had a bad day at Westport. And to make things more perfect, tradition leaves us with ice creams every car ride home. *Thank goodness* Kevin has a sweet tooth too!
Speaking of ice creams, I finally made it to Molly Moon’s. That’s good stuff. I wasn’t brave enough to try anything too crazy. My raspberry mint sorbet tasted like a raspberry mojito. *yummy* The waffle cone was probably the best one I’ve ever had. And I kind of get around. I also recently made it to Peaks frozen custard. I’m not sure I’m a custard fan. I think prefer one or the other, not the combination of ice creams and soft serve. Don’t get me wrong though, I would never turn it away. Ever.
Lately, Kevin and I have ate a pretty disgusting amount of cupcakes. I’m not going to lie, it is mostly my fault. The new cake at Cupcake Royale is quite tasty and we’ve been in the neighborhood often. (Ok, maybe we’ve gone out of our way, but only a couple of times!) At work we had a nutritionist come in and talk to us about healthy eating. A lot of the stuff I knew, like organic foods are so much better for you, butter is better than margarine, the food pyramid is a big joke, etc. The things I decided to implement in our diet isn’t much and it certainly isn’t giving up sweets. I will start taking an Omega-3 supplement – it can’t hurt anything. And as much as I can, will stop eating things with partially hydrogenated oils in them (if I can’t read the labels then it doesn’t count!). We can start shopping a little better for organic foods too. Organic is so expensive though! I do see the value of hormone free milk and chemical-less fruits. But why do I have to pay more? You’re not using the chemicals, shouldn’t it be cheaper?!
My four month old nephew had a Perianul Fistula. Sounds fun, right? Poor baby had butt surgery yesterday. He was in and out and Mommy reports “Tyler’s already smiling again (that could be the morphine talkin).” The sad thing about baby having surgery is that we don’t know how much it hurt him, pre and post surgery because he can’t tell us (nevermind that piercing cry, he is four months old afterall). Poor little guy.
There you have it. My non-blog worthy blogging. Don’t mind me while I try to learn how to be good about talking about butts and slicers while being entertaining at the same time. Maybe I’ll just report on the cupcakes and ice creams we eat. At least then I’d have an excuse as to why I eat them so much! As it stands now, I just have a problem 
