Scalloped potatoes seem to be a staple in a lot of people’s repertoire. Growing up, I really only thought that they came out of a box or premade from the store. And I can tell you I hated scalloped potatoes. They were horrible pieces of cardboard, sorry to the boxed brands out there. And the premade stuff from the store… yuck! I seriously hated scalloped potatoes. Until one day…
One day I went to a friends house. There for a while, we went to a friends house multiple times per week. And one night she made us dinner. She said she was making scalloped potatoes. Oh gosh, I rolled my eyes trying not to let her see my huge distaste for scalloped potatoes. Like the good dinner guest, I took a scoop and went and sat down. I planned on eating those scalloped potatoes first so that I could mask the taste with the rest of the food she made.
Sunday was our first home game of season. We won the season opening game against the Patriots. I’m not sure they were happy about that… lol.
Sunday was season opeing home game though. That meant it was a loud and proud day. It was a lot busier than preseason games… Wow! We didn’t get our “normal” spot on the grass for tailgating. That was fine with me. I’m easy going.
We decided to eat breakfast. One of the ladies walking around said that that was a new one on her. Most people were doing steaks and burgers, etc. I thought to myself, this isn’t the first time we’ve done breakfast….
The gates were supposed to open at 8:30. They opened at 7. There was a guy from Arkansas who is a season ticket holder who left home at like who knows when to be the first one in the gate. They said he’d been at the gate since 3am. Crazy. I’m not that crazy, although I kept saying we needed to have our heads examined because we were up at 5am driving to KC.
A couple weekends ago Abug wanted a new book. We decided we were going to go to town and get a new book. We asked what kind of book she wanted. Her answer: A Princess Book. That day she came home with 3 books. A princess book, another book, and a Princess Cookbook. WHAT?!?! Yup, it exists. It’s called the Disney Princess Cookbook. After she picked out a few books, we went over to the cookbook section to browse. I saw this book and on the cover are three princesses. I figured it was a kids book in the wrong section, but when I picked it up, sure enough, it was a princess cookbook.
I mentioned yesterday that 9/11 holds a special, weird, place in my heart. Three different events happened on that day to just kind of leave me in tears. Losing my grandma was extremely difficult for me. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents (both sets, all 4 of them) growing up. Both my parents worked, so for many summers, I stayed with one or the other set of grandparents. Losing my first grandparent was difficult. You have no idea. I was in my early 20’s so I was lucky, some people don’t even get to meet their grandparents. I was extremely lucky.
So, what does that have to do with Greek Ravioli Pasta? Good question.Well… My grandma was half Greek. Her father actually came through Ellis Island. Once upon a time I went to New York City and did all the touristy things, including touring Ellis Island. That was CRAZY the things they went through coming through there. WOW! My great-grandpa died when my grandma was 5 years old. He got pneumonia a couple years before penicillin was invented. Had he gotten it after, he would have probably been saved, maybe anyway. Who really, truly knows.
Today is 9-11. I know where I was on that fateful day 16 years ago. I’ve mentioned it many times here on the ol blog… But I was yelling at my roommate because her alarm was way too darn loud. We had bunk beds and my bed was on top. I hopped off the bed after yelling at her and went off to the bathroom. We had community bathrooms. As I was walking back to my room to go back to sleep, because I didn’t have class until 11 am, I heard Tom Brokaw’s voice. Not something you typically hear in the morning.
I immediately knew something was up. I wandered down the hallway into Jessie’s room, sat down on one of the beds and watched as the second plane hit the second tower. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I asked her what movie she was watching. It was so life like. She told me this was really happening.
People all around campus were glued to the tv, and those who weren’t were waiting in line at the gas stations scared to death about what was going to happen.
Okay, What Gives with the Title?
My Own Day of Mourning. That title has nothing to do with the above paragraphs. 9-11-01 has nothing to do with the title. Let me explain!
I can’t stand cantaloupe. There is a weird sweet smell of it. I’m not sure. I wish I knew why I didn’t care for it, but I never have. I once mixed it in a fruit cocktail, mainly because I didn’t want it going bad. It made the rest of the fruit taste like it and I was able to get by with the taste… but to this day, I can’t stand this fruit. Sorry poor Cantaloupe.
Why oh why did I pull a book off my comps list? Because Jane Austen had a way with words. You could even debate that she was a feminist before feminism was a thing. 1775-1817… And the character of Elizabeth was a very strong willed woman. Yes, she ended up with a man at the end, but she challenged Mr. Darcy at every turn. In fact, he was quite appalled by her at first, yet so intrigued.
Secondly, I have a thing for the British. I love their writing, their words, the look of London in pictures and movies. I really want to visit London someday. It’s on my list.
Did you hear? Chiefs beat the Patriots. I may have laughed a little too hard at the photo above. I couldn’t help myself. I’m not sure if it is really that funny or the fact that I am that tired. Truthfully, it could be a combination of both.
Guys, I’m sure you’ve seen throughout the years, we’ve spent a lot of time going to and watching the Chiefs play. As I sat here and watched the opening game of the football season, the Chiefs versus the New England Patriots, I couldn’t help but think about how long I’ve been a Chiefs Fan. I think I was a Chiefs fan long before I knew it.
My grandma was a die hard Chiefs fan. She never went to a game, but you can bet your bottom dollar that if they were playing, her tv was on and she was sitting there yelling at the tv screen. At that time I was young and didn’t understand football, but I still watched with her. She was also a huge Chicago Bulls fan. Her favorite player was Michael Jordan.
Then came my teenage years. I always watched the Superbowl. I never understood the game, but I always watched. My dad always said there were 2 teams. The Kansas City Chiefs and anyone who could beat the Oakland Raiders. I rooted for the Chiefs. I still didn’t understand the game. In college, most Sunday’s I found myself sitting in front of my friend Matt’s tv, you guessed it, watching the Chiefs. He always had the TV on but muted and the radio so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think.
Jump forward a few years and a guy I dated… the same thing. He was a Chiefs fan. We watched every game. I understood none of it. No one would ever explain it to me… I still watched and rooted for the Chiefs. Finally, 4 years ago, someone took the time to sit down and explain it to me. They didn’t look at me like I was stupid. They would ask me why the puzzled look on my face. I actually watched. (Usually, if I watched with my dad I read a book so he wouldn’t know I was confused. He’d have explained it years ago….)
So now I’m a huge Chiefs Fan. But tonight, I was a bit saddened. I am saddened by the sport as a whole. I am saddened by the men who sit during our National Anthem. My husband was a member of the United States Army. He told me that all the Men and Women out there fighting, were fighting for their freedom to choose to sit, if need be.