1) Cherry Dump: a very good thing. It may or may not cause me to experience its...not namesake, exactly, but a thing of the same name. What's that called? But who cares! It was delicious. And I didn't even have to go to Girl Scout camp to get it!
2) I made up something awesome and mushy. You take some mashed potatoes, inundate them with any kind of cheese shreds called Fiesta! or Mexicano! or the like, and then apply my special sauce, consisting of two large blobs mayo, one large blob yogurt, a dash of hot sauce, tablespoon of V8, and a sprinkling each of chili powder and chipotle powder. Hot DAMN! Tastes like something Taco Bell might sling, but it fits into my tiny hadrosaur mouth! (Side note: can now open my mouth about 1.5 fingers. Believe it or not, that's an improvement.)
3) Postpartum depression is so popular, she gets to have ALL the fun. Well, no more. Other postpartum mental disorders such as postpartum anxiety and -- my personal favorite -- postpartum OCD (see? it's a thing!) gotta represent. Check out this organization, spreading the good word. Additionally, Marcie Ramirez of the Middle Tennessee chapter will be on The Dr. Oz Show on April 1, talking about OCD (apparently just regular-old, although she will be a guest again if they cover PMDs in particular). If I'd had any inkling that my crazy was related to postpartum, I might have done a better job getting help. Heck, if I'd known that postpartum anxiety and OCD even existed! Isn't that shameful?
4) I know, I know. You want to see the grill. Well, you'll have to wait! Until I decide to get up and find the camera and take a picture and find the cord and plug it in and...urgh. Someday. Someday, dudes.
5) Breaking Bad: I tried. I really did. I can't watch it. It's too unrelentingly bleak. It makes The Wire look like DragonTales.
6) It didn't take long: Sunday I was reading the paper and counted three people either quoted extensively or running a byline and photo that I actually know -- like, I could walk up and say hi and they would know my name. Small town, Nashville. I likes it.
7) Do you have a swing set you like? We want one that's under $400 and not huge, but it does have to be safe and sturdy enough to last some years. Doesn't need lots of bells and whistles, just a couple swings and a glider, maybe some rings.
8) Oh, and #5 up there reminds me: my surgeon looks like a clean-cut bespectacled version of McNulty from The Wire. Mmmyeah. You know you wish he'd peel your face back and move your bones around!