Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Is Popcorn a Vegetable?
I am having popcorn for supper. Not the air popped, supposed to be good for you kind. I am having the greasy, salty, yummy kind. Well, that and carrot cake. Corn is a vegetable, carrots are also vegetables and I used fat free cream cheese in the icing. I am drinking water instead of a nice ice cold coke, which I would prefer, but some concessions have to be made in the name of good nutrition, right? I ate my free sample of Total cereal with cranberries this morning and had a salad and a very small portion of leftover lasagna for lunch. Drew is at work and I don't want to cook for just me...... That is my excuse anyway. It has been a trying day. Wall-E the wonder dog escaped between my legs through the front door. He ran like the wind, not caring at all that his freedom would be short lived and that he would be punished. I let Oscar out to see if he could help me round him up. Instead, he joined him in his romp across the field. I tried everything. I promised treats, told him I had the ball, even threw a stick. The little rascal grabbed the stick, but instead of bringing it back, he raced around me, occasionally jumping up to my thigh and using his hind legs to kick off my now very bruised thigh to soar through the air before landing and running around again. Drew was in his truck at the far end of the field and saw us. He stopped and called the dogs. Oscar took off, thinking he was going for a ride. Wall-E followed, but just as Drew reached for him, took off in the opposite direction. By then I wanted to ring his little white neck, but he belongs to my grandson.... I am always terrified that a rig will come in and be unable to see the little dogs and run over them. I know I would not be able to handle that. Drew finally chased Wall-E my way (Oscar was content to ride shotgun in the truck), but not before he smeared some kind of small animal poop all over his neck. The day went to hell in a hand basket from there. Now that I have written that old saying from my youth....... What does it mean? I mean isn't going to hell a bad thing, no matter the mode of transportation. I used to hear, "the world is going to hell in a hand basket". Would the world actually fit in a hand basket? Just how big is this hand basket? Don't know, but I would venture a guess that I have eaten a hand basket of popcorn.