Food Related Gift Contest Winner

we run on Angelina time around here

Remember how I was going to give this lovely gift ensemble to someone who commented on my Food Related Gifts post? That was way back in December when we all still cherished bright hopes for the new year. I promised three winners. I don't break my promises. That's why I don't go around promising to swallow disturbing substances to impress people. So, I have drawn a winner for this particular gift and sometime in the near-ish future I will draw two more names just as soon as I figure out what the prizes will be.

Capello from "No Appropriate Behavior" who just recently survived a trip to visit relatives in Michigan. Capello, who is fabulously caustic. I love her because she says all the things I have lurking in my brain but am too afraid to say. She's an excellent writer, mother, and she has great teeth. I'm so happy I pulled your name!

Now...on to other matters. My camera is not working again. Dammit. I think the work that was done on it is under warranty still but what a pain in the ass. I really love my camera too. It's small but takes some great macro shots. I'm looking on Ebay for used Canon Rebel SLRs because there's one low end model that was almost the same price as my Powershot SD850. What I want to know is if it really makes so much of a difference? Everyone is crazy for the SLRs but I'm not sure what the rage is all about. I am looking at cameras because I'm thinking I need a back up camera.

I love the Powershot because it fits in almost any pocket. It's inconspicuous and takes really great pictures. If any of you have thoughts on cameras, do share. I can't afford a high end SLR and I should also mention that I particularly like Canons because I've been happy with the ones I've had.

One nice thing is that I made some nettle soup and it was really good. I have to admit that it has a slight seaweed taste which is really borderline edible for me. If it was any stronger I'd find it unpalatable. So the trick for me is to not use a ton of nettle at a time. I'd show you a picture but my camera won't focus well.

Max is home on spring break. During a week I have a thousand things to do, none of which are fun kid activities which means he'll spend lots of time on the play station. His eyes will be blood shot all week and I'll have to wear the scarlet letters BM.

BAD MOMMY.

Spring break is stupid. Week ends are plenty of break for my kid.

I tried playing Monopoly with my men-folk last night. I really did. I hate that game. I've hated it my whole life. See, I want to be a good mom. I do. A neighbor once told me that if Max wanted to watch foot ball on the weekends I would watch it with him just to spend time with him. She felt so sure this would be true. She wasn't accounting for the fact that the sound of football games on a Sunday afternoon make me want to swallow poison. It's so kind when people give me the benefit of the doubt and it doubles the guilt I feel knowing how wrong they are. Everyone knows I hate board games and some friends (WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS) have accused me of enjoying being a person who hates games and who maybe is a little dramatic about it.

The thing is...they make me feel like my insides are crawling with worms and I'm being eaten alive by the discomfort of having to be in mean competition with people I like. I hate competition. I really do. I hate seeing people get really into games where they all want to win really bad. Philip becomes a seven year old when he plays board games and he's not the only one this happens to; the immaturity that board games seem to engender in most people is something I loath to see or hear or be a part of.

So hand over the letters dammit, because I am BAD MOMMY.

So there's nothing my boy and I like to do together. I don't like board games or playing Bionicles, or playing spies...he doesn't like cooking or reading with me or gardening or walking or bicycling. It's distressing. And we have a week to spend together where I will get to feel super guilty for not knowing what the hell to do with my boy that doesn't involve letting him play video games the whole time.

Plus there's the tax preparation that must happen today and tomorrow, more papers to sign with title companies (hopefully), and a whole lot of other stuff I am not yet at liberty to openly discuss. Monday feels a little draining to me already.