What's on your Monday Menu, RNYers?
G'morning all!
Late post for me but I'm here.
We had a great weekend. Garage is all clean and organized. Every time DH walks in the garage he stops and looks and says:look what we did. Yeah, I've been telling you for a while this needed to be done.
On Sun we went to SLO for that rug/digital exhibit. Very interesting. I took some pics I'll share on Fri. But I have a funny story I can share right now: we went to this old church (built in 1770), the goal was to visit and get out, but I sat in a pew just to admire the church better. We were seated all the way at the end of the pew against the wall. Lo and behold people started filing in and the mass started. I'm thinking no big deal, it's Easter, we can sit through the mass. Well, the mass was in Spanish. I speak Spanish, DH doesn't. The first thing they said was to open the hymn book at hymn 370, we did. I'm thinking we can hum under our breath and go with the flow. Surprise! My white-CA-surfer-dude of a husband who doesn't speak Spanish starts singing the hymn as loud as he can with his atrocious American accent. I was so shocked that at first I started giggling, but has it ever happened to you the more you don't wanna laugh the more you laugh? Tears were coming down my cheeks and I was so embarrassed because I was shaking from laughter. The hymn ends and the priest starts talking while we are all still standing. I know DH doesn't understand a word but the way he was paying attention with his head tilted made me laugh even more. I swear I thought I was gonna explode, like in the cartoons. So right when everybody was going to sit down I bolted out followed by DH. He thought I was getting sick, he hadn't realized the whole time I was laughing, he was so concentrated on what was going on at the altar. I hadn't laughed like this in a looooong time.
QOTD: we had rented a vacation home in Sicily. Family and friends would come and visit in shifts. 4 days one group, 1 week another group. The house was out in the boonies away from all the tourists. My job was pick up and drop off from the airport of all these groups coming and going. I had gotten used to the road but one night after dropping off a group I took the wrong fork and ended up on a field road. For those of you who have read the stand by Stephen King, the fields looked like that with very tall plants. They weren't corn but they looked like corn. The road was so narrow I couldn't make a U turn and I could not go reverse because it was hard. I finally saw a gate and a drive way (all gravel). I was trying to make a U turn in the driveway, I could hear the dogs going crazy behind the gate. Suddenly the gate opened up (this was around 9:00 pm summer time so not too dark but not light either), an older gentleman came out holding a shotgun. He wasn't aiming it at me but holding it almost like a cane. Mind you, in Italy we don't have the second amendment, ppl don't walk around with guns. Out in the boonies if you have a shot gun it's because you shoot to kill coyotes or other animals attacking your dogs. When he heard my trembling voice, and heard my accent that wasn't Sicilian, his demeanor changed completely. Asked me to wait for a sec. Went back in and came out on his little Vespa and guided me back to the main road.
My meals yesterday :
- Coffee & barebells bar
- Indian food (no rice), chickpea sauce, vegetable medley, fried cauliflower.
- Fage yogurt
- PP mousse
- E: Rest day
Happy start of the week!
SW:261 6/26/17 GW:150 10/6/18
CW: 142
PGW: 140-142
oh my gosh! 1) Children of the corn/Stephen King is still terrifying to me (and I lived between two corn fields in my jr high-high school years) 2) how scary and then funny that he terrified you with the shotgun and then led you to "safety" on his vespa.
HW: 306 SW: 282 GW: 145 (reached 2/6/19) CW:150
Jen
