Silent Mouse at the Mall

The rain and cold weather has not stopped us from hitting the streets!

While I'm in town, I HAD to make a stop by Weiner Works! A French Fry Delight, footlong fish sandwich and draft root beer were calling my name! *feel free to make a donation to my Gym Fund* for those that don't know, a French Fry Delight is a bowl of fries topped with chili, cheddar cheese sauce, sour cream and onions! Sounds good and life threatening, right? We made a trip to the local mall as well. I gave JDM fair warning about the sad state of the Village Mall, but he had to see for himself. As we entered the mall, we passed the only eatery in the building, Garfield's. The three people sitting at the bar stared at us as if we had walked in with RuPaul, Leslie Jordan and Justin Beiber. (See what I did there?) As we walked by they lost interest and continued their futile pursuit to bang the washed up cheerleader manning the bar. Santa has officially arrived as he was chill-laxing with the photog gal in the sleigh like a Mack. The North Pole train was parked and there wasn't a child in sight. Matter of fact, other than those working, there weren't many shoppers in sight! No one was in the food court...because there is no food court! Just a boarded up white wall! It was a sad state of affairs. JDM and I got quiet and noticed that there was no sound in the mall. We could see the workers, but no music, no talking..nothing. Did we bust in on game of quiet mouse? JDM says "It's not as bad as the West End Mall in Atlanta, but it goes down in history as the quietest mall ever! This is depressing, we have to leave...now!". We hadn't even made it to the other side of the mall yet! He doesn't say much, but when he's right, he's right! I dragged him to Claire's and Carson's and we dipped!

We saw my Aunt Becky, Cousins Ana, Jennifer, Rae and My new little cousin! He is a chubby little ball of cuteness!

Ended the day chilling at my daddy's and a visit to North End Steak n Shake, where JDM slaughtered two Double Royale burgers, fries and two Sprites! This man can eat! If you see me 'hanging' out on a corner near you talking to men in station wagons, I'm trying to hustle up some money to feed JDM! Don't call the cops!

Sweet Potatoes, Chitterlings and Our Colored President

This morning I had a conversation with my Papa that started with us talking about chitterlings or pig guts being better than sweet potatoes (not true) and ended with him declaring his love for President Obama. "He's a good colored man! You graduate from Harvard, you ain't no dummy!" When was the last time you heard said someone was 'colored'? It actually threw me off a little. Given the man is 85 years old, it was legal and I didn't give him a hard time....this time. After thinking about it, I think I'll add 'colored' to my list of old school words that make me smile. *writes 'colored' down right next to 'on the strength'*

Anybody that knows me knows that I LOVE 5 things...Elvis, tacos, long legged men, pancakes, and sweet potatoes! I am the Forrest Gump of Sweet Potatoes! I can, will and have eaten them every way possible. Sweet potato pie, Sweet potato cake, baked, fried, boiled, raw, Sweet potato bread and on and on. My favorite is by far is the Sweet Potato Sandwich! To claim that Chitterlings are better than a Sweet Potato Sandwich is a mighty bold statement, especially for an 85 year old man, so I had to stay and defend the almighty sweet potato. The base of his claim was that chitterlings goodness all depends on who cleans them. We're talking about pig intestines, right? I don't give a damn if my mama's mama's mama, aunt's mama sister who was a direct descendant of Moses cleaned them, I ain't sliding that crap pass these lips right here! Pig guts? Even if you 'clean' them, you have to account for all the years that the pig's been alive, the foulness has to be set in, right? Perfect example, you buy a new plastic cup. You use the cup up to three times everyday to drink your apple cider. Over time, no matter how much you wash the cup the apple cider smell and essence will linger. Same with chitterlings. Regardless of how you clean them, the smell and essence of shit will linger. Now I don't know how YOU were raised, but we don't voluntarily eat shit and we certainly chose death before we are forced to eat shit.

Now the sweet potato is golden! My people make the best homemade rolls. I'm not sure where this recipe came from, but trust me when I say homemade bread is the S.H. I.T.org. A homemade roll with a thick sliced sweet potato drizzled in cinnamon butter glaze will make you speak in tongues, interrupt what you said and praise His goodness all before the first bite! Where is this story going? I'm not sure what my point was, but a long story short...sweet potato rule, chitterlings are full of shit and our President is 'colored'. The end.