Right now, as I type, Wes is making some of his awesomely delicious guacamole! Then, he's putting a pork roast in the crock pot for lunch tomorrow, along with home made potato salad! Can you tell how excited I am about this??? Like the excite-o-meter is WAY up there! I'm not sure what has gotten into my hubby as of late, but he has been cooking some amazing, feel good meals for Sunday after church! Two weeks ago he made a whole turkey breast with dressing, greens, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, and rolls! Then, last Sunday he baked a whole chicken with all the fixings! Yummy!!! I'm definitely looking forward to coming home tomorrow from church to some pork followed by a good nap!
Aside from bragging about all the good food we've been eating around these parts, this post is partially to vent about a pet peeve of mine. Smoking. If you know me even a little bit, you know that I HATE cigarettes. (And I don't use the "H-word" lightly.) I have never been able to tolerate smoke. Even when I was little, I hated it! If I was riding in a car with an adult who was smoking, I would pull my shirt over my mouth and nose and chant, "I hate smoke! I hate smoke!" I have never even tried a cigarette. I think they are DISGUSTING!
What really gets me is that smokers feel they have "rights"! Are you kidding me!? Seriously! Rights for what? Sorry, but I completely feel that my right to breath in clean, smoke-free air and NOT pollute my lungs with that filth definitely out weighs any right to your freedom to smoke. I hate when smokers choose to smoke right by the exit/entrance to a building. In order to get out or in, you have to breath in their smoke. Then they actually hold the door open for you! What I want to say is, "If you wanna do me a favor, MOVE 50 feet away!" I hate when smokers smoke in a public place, like the bleachers of a football game, walking in front of me down the side walk, anything that causes me to have to smell or breath it in because of the bad decisions that they are making in regards to their health. Let me tell you, I will mean mug a smoker who is smoking near me in a minute! I think I've probably embarrassed Wes a few times doing so. The whole idea of a "smoking section" in a restaurant is ridiculous. Sorry, but smoke doesn't read and always wonders into the non-smoking section. The smoke-free decision in cities like Louisville and Lexington was one of the best things ever. I wish Shelbyville would go smoke-free.
That brings me to the motivation behind this need to vent. Today, we went to our nephew's birthday party at the Pizza Hut in our good ol' hometown of Springfield. Now, I don't know, maybe only in the little town of Springfield would this happen, but the Pizza Hut is a smoking restaurant. No, there's not a smoking "section," the whole restaurant (read: the whole one small room of the restaurant) is open to smokers. There are ashtrays on every table. So, there we are, with Tucker and surrounded by about 8 other kiddos, celebrating Xavien's 3rd birthday and people are smoking! I was so mad. We would have left on the spot if we thought we could have. I felt like such a bad mother for subjecting my son and my unborn child to that for the entire 40 minutes we were there. I felt like such a bad aunt for wanting to leave my nephew's birthday party. Where were our rights? It was worse than being in a house of someone who smokes because at least in a house there are windows that can be opened and the place can be aired out. (Not that it helps much.) We were trapped in that place.
Afterwards, we went to my sisters where I changed Tucker's clothes and Wes and I changed our shirts. It helped us tolerate the trip home where we could get baths!
So, the last random thing? While at my sister's Tucker picked up Tatum's piggy bank and literally threw it on the floor, breaking it and scattering all the pennies, nickles, dimes and quarters everywhere! It was like he knew there was money in it and was trying to get to it. He did it so quickly that none of us had time to react even though Wes, Holli, and myself were all within arms reach of him. I felt awful! Holli was just telling me this morning on the phone how much Tatum liked putting the money in and out of it. On our "To Do List" is get big cousin Tatum a new piggy bank....
Here's to hoping y'all have had a belly-filled, smoke-free, no mishap Saturday :)