So, I’ve had a weird craving for Root-Beer Floats lately (what’s so weird about that I guess?) so last night I had one with Edy’s 1/2 the fat ice cream and this awesome root-beer I got at World Market while I was out running errands yesterday. It was DELICOUS. Then while I was eating it, G was making fun of me because I was using a long fondue spoon to get the frothy ice cream goodness out of the bottom of the glass. Jerk.
But root-beer floats remind me of my grandma, who also used to make me peaches and milk & cinnamon french toast. And she always let us eat Soft-Batch cookies and milk right before bed. She said she used to work in a drug store that sold root-beer floats and I remember (as a kid) thinking how silly it was that they sold ice cream floats at a drug store. Now I realize she was talking about those old-timey ice cream shops. Ah memories. Our county fair back home also has root-beer MILKSHAKES. To.Die.For.
So then TODAY I (ironically) came across this recipe for Root-beer Cake in my feed reader. Mmmmmm I may have to try it someday. I put it on the blog for posterity in case I ever decide to try it.
So in other news, I am reading this book: Boys Adrift. I’m reading it to (hopefully) find out how I can deter my youngster from being like the last dozen guys I dated before I found G. Okay- not all of them were that bad, but here’s the summary that’s on the back of the book:
“Something Scary is Happening with Boys Today: From kindergarten to college, they’re less resilient and less ambitious than they were a mere twenty years ago. In fact, a third of men ages 22–34 are still living at home with their parents—about a 100 percent increase in the past twenty years. Parents, teachers, and mental health professionals are worried about boys. But until now, no one has come up with good reasons for their decline—nor, more important, with workable solutions to reverse this troubling trend. “
The book then goes on to list several theories as to WHY they are acting this way. Some of the theories are: Video Games, over-prescription of ADHD meds/over diagnosing these behavior problems, our education system blows (duh) among some other things.
So all of this is listed on the back of this book. G reads the back of it and says,
“Hey, why are you reading this book about me?”
LOL I couldn’t stop laughing. He automatically thought I had gotten the book because I thought it was about him. Oh, hilarious.
So then a few days later, after I’ve gone to bed for the last week or so by myself because G’s in the basement “getting to level 40 with his Druid” until 1am…I rented the movie He’s Just Not that Into You which I knew wasn’t going to be very good but I loved the book and referred to it often when discussing relationship problems in the past with my friends– so I just wanted to see what the movie was like (the book is freaking hilarious). Anyways, G sees the movie and says, “I don’t want to watch that stupid movie- it’s for girls.” I say something like, “I know, I watch this kind of movie when I know you’re going to be in the basement all night.”
He then says, “You just think I’m a jerk. You think I’m a boy adrift who’s just not that into you. Well maybe I think you’re not that into me!”
LOL he’s a funny jerk though, I’ll give him that.
**This morning G told me he had a dream that the baby was here, and that the baby was smiling and we were playing with him. And then I took the baby and wouldn’t let G hold him, which made him feel bad. Then when G finally got to hold the baby, he said that the baby liked him way more than he liked me.**
Oh, and he hates the fact that I’m not calling him by his full name on this blog So, G’s name is Gabe. He doesn’t like that I was keeping his anonymity in case this blog ever got famous. So he’s Gabe with a capital G, or Trouble with a capital T.