For a Monday, it’s been a tolerable day.
For those who read yesterday’s post: I really did miss Hubby today. I really did NOT miss Claire and Kate today. Mind you, the latter is no reflection on how much I love them.
Here are a few random tidbits to hopefully put a smile on your face. Or make you really happy that you only READ about my life, and not live it.
The Onion Quiz
Claire has seized upon my intense dislike for raw onions lately. Whereas she could choose to be fixated on the bizarre weather patterns we’ve been having, or how to graduate high school early and become a successful doctor or lawyer before she’s 20… But, no. She would rather fixate about my hatred of onions.
Let me back up a step. Like many little kids, I was an extremely picky eater. However, through the years, I have learned to love green peppers, mushrooms, legumes, etc. But I’ve never been able to choke down a piece of raw onion. Not even a scallion, or a Vidalia. Hate ‘em. And really, is it that big a deal?
So lately, she is coming up with quizzes and hypotheticals. For example: would I eat raw onions if I was stranded on a dessert island and had nothing else to eat? [My answer: Depends on my chances of being rescued. If I’m going to die anyway, I’m certainly not going to have my last act be choking down onions.]
Would I eat raw onions if it was the only way I could have access to books?
Would I eat raw onions if I was on a mountain top and it was the only way I could survive?
Honestly. I would think there would be sooooo many more interesting things for my almost-10-year-old to ponder.
And yet, the first question she has for me after she grabs her school snack? Which onion do I find the most distasteful: yellow, white, purple, or green?
Good grief! Just the thought of onions makes my eyes water and my stomach, churn. When will it end?
As if I weren’t already wasting enough time each day playing Scrabble with friends (the iPad has soooo many uses!), we just received one of my all time favorite games as a Christmas gift: Perfection.
I’m happy to report: I can still get each of the pieces in the proper spot before the timer goes off.
I wish there were a space on my resume for such an amazing skill.
I had a hankering for one of my kids’ favorite recipes, which happens to be a comfort food that I absolutely love. And I have leftover turkey breast coming out my ears (proverbially speaking), so it’s a perfect choice for supper tonight. You can find the recipe here. If you make it, be sure to let me know how you liked it.
OH! In the interest of full disclosure, a friend gave me a photocopy of the recipe years ago. I don’t know what magazine or cookbook it came from. I do know that it’s yummy.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a little withdrawal over the fact that gift-giving season has come to an end. Now, while I’ve yet to figure out how to get around this little fact for myself, I CAN address it for YOU!
So here’s the deal: I have a $25 gift certificate to Macy’s that I’d like to give away. You can get one entry for completing each of the following items:
- Leave a comment below about this blog entry.
- Tell me your favorite post here on the blog. I’ve been blogging for about a year, so you have quite a few entries to choose from.
- Follow A Broken Compass on Facebook. Leave me a comment HERE (not Facebook) telling me you did so.
- Share the link to this page on YOUR Facebook page. Just click the little blue Share box up there by the title of the post. Leave me a comment HERE telling me you did so.
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The Fine Print
This drawing/contest is open as of this posting, and will finish on Wednesday, January 12, 2011, at 5 p.m. (Central time). Random.org will be used to select a winner, and I will then notify that winner via email. The winner has three days to respond to me, thanking me profusely and providing a mailing address. Should I receive nothing in response to the notification by the deadline, I will choose another winner and proceed as I did with the first winner.