Trailer Trash Darlin'

Here's Hawkins. Poor guy. He drools so much that we constantly have a bib on him. You can never see his cute outfits in pictures. This morning, I put him in a brand new pair of shorts that his Grammy sent him and his gut was bustin' out. I took him to the babysitters with the button undone on his shorts. He's only five months old and he's already taking after my dad! We're really quite a family.


You asked for it, you got it. Okay. Here's trailer trash mom. Make sure you note a)nursing bra hanging out of shirt b)side ponytail? I don't know what happened here with my hair. c) fake heart tattoo on my bicep left over from bachelorette part. That damn thing took a week to come off!

Anyway, let's get down to business... The beets. I'm happy to say that they are still vile, vile vegetables and should absolutely not be in existence. I made two beet dishes last night and both were disgusting. I've figured out that the thing about beet recipes is that they make the accompanying ingredients so strong to cover up the nasty taste of the BEETS! Ugh. I seriously gag every time I think about what I made. So, that's that. I'll just turn the rest of the beets we get into babyfood. That may be child abuse, but he won't even remember it years from now. The radish recipe I got was good, however. There's a cookbook called Simply in Season that has a lot of really great recipes and celebrates eating seasonally. Okay. I'll shut up about the food.

This weekend we've got Christina and Will's wedding. It's at the place I originally wanted to have our reception, but it was way too expensive for us. It'll be neat. It's on the rooftop of a building downtown that overlooks the city and the river. Scott and I have decided that we're going to get married in the church (or renew our vows) the weekend after Derby next year. I found a place downtown that I like, but if we can't get that, we're going to just go and have a shindig at the restaurant on the river here, Captain's Quarters. It feels good to have something in the works and I'll have a small break from school that month (May). Maybe Scott and I can even get a mini honeymoon afterward.

I get my math test back today. I'm going to be pissed if I didn't do well.

Hawkins is great. He's really into bouncing on knees right now, playing in his activity gym and trying new foods. He tried bananas last night for the first time. It was a hit.

Random #7- I took clogging for 15 years. I was a national champion clogger. Scott has yet to see me do the Tammy's Twirl, but I can still handle the moves. I may have lost some of my precision, but I've still got the heart of a clogger, dammit. My favorite clogging dances were to Rocky Top (my solo performance that garnered me the national champion title), and Devil Went Down to Georgia (which won our dance troupe the national title). Our troupe was called The Dixie Darlin's. I remember before I was old enough to join, I envied and worshipped all the girls in the Darlin's. I was in the junior group, The Southern Travellers, and it just wasn't the same prestige as being a Dixie Darlin'. I finally made it, though, and when I finally did, the sweet taste of success did not taint my humble personality. I was still good ole Amber. I was just a little more Dixie and a little more Darlin'.