Even looking at this catsup bottle makes me a little queasy.
I hate ketchup.Disgusted, sickened. Yes these two words accurately describe how I feel about the red stuff.
Strong feelings, I know.
Yet, it is 100% true.
Let me give you some examples of how much I hate ketchup.
I always maneuver the food in the refrigerator so that the foods that I eat regularly are not touching the ketchup bottle. Don’t poison my beloved peanut butter.
I can’t eat near people who have ketchup on their food. The smell annoys and distracts me from my meal.
I mutter when it appears on the shopping list. Why waste my hard earned money on such a nasty product?
By the way, don’t try and analyze this hatred.
Yes, I like tomatoes. Yes, I like pasta sauce. Yes, I know this makes no sense.
What has caused this intense and weird (yes, I can readily admit it’s weird) hatred of ketchup?
Post by Ms. MMK.
Minion wishing SJ happy birthday.
It all started with one question. SJ (who starts thinking about his birthday about 7 months in advance), asked, “Mommy, I want to have a minion birthday party.”
In case it hasn’t come through yet in Mr. MMK’s blogs, SJ’s enthusiasm is boundless and wonderful, so the prospect of giving him what he wants and enjoying the reaction is quite appealing.
I felt my inner Martha Stewart rise (come on, you know she’s in all of us – some of us just squeeze her into our toes).
I started Google-ing. Minion cupcakes made out of twinkies? “Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” as SJ would say. Oh, but you have to start with cupcakes and frosting, cut the twinkies, delicately make the goggles out of….never mind. That many Twinkies won’t survive that long in a kitchen with me.
Minion bowling? Cool. Spray-painting soda bottles half yellow and half blue? I’m having visions of my children painted half yellow and half blue because they got in the way of my madness.
So I turn to face inner Martha. Calm down there, Miss M., we’re going to do this my way. And here it is: The full-time working Mom’s version of the Best Minion Birthday Party. Ever. Continue reading
GARDEN STATE PLAZA
Kate Betancur/Getty Images via the Examiner
I should care. I should be worked up.
I should feel something.
Yet, I don’t care.
I’m trying to care.
Earlier this week, a gunman entered the Garden State Plaza mall in New Jersey at 9:30 P.M. He fired a number of shots at the security cameras. Customers and store workers were trapped for hours as police searched for the gunman. Police found the gunman dead at 3:20 A.M. due to a self-inflicted gunshot wound in the head from a rifle.
Running the NYC Marathon
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I hope you have something that you are passionate about.
I don’t care if its rock climbing, bargain hunting, movie watching, or solitaire playing. Having a passion makes life more meaningful.
Joy Johnson’s passion was running. You’ve heard of her –right?