Thursday, August 23, 2007

Pros and Cons

I was at Harmon's last night picking up a couple things for a quick dinner (tortilla pizzas: 8-12" gorditas, brush both sides with EVOO, sprinkle with TBL parmesan, salt & pepper, thinly slice freshest tomatoes possible, cover with about 4 oz of mozzarella or fontina, pizza stone for 6-10 minutes at 500 degrees, mince fresh basil and sprinkle on top. Serve with green salads.) I stood in the aisle and thought about rootbeer floats.
All I'd need was some vanilla ice cream and rootbeer. It would be delicious, it would be divine. "No," I told myself, "I don't need it." I suppressed the urge and made a mad dash past the imported chocolates too.

After our tasty dinner, Other Half and I were helping El Guille with his train tracks (very important for structural integrity.) OH said to me, "I have this intense craving."
"Oh yeah?" I said, "What?"
"It's weird."
"What is it?"
"I really want a rootbeer float."

Some people long for childhood, or their teenage years. Bah, is what I say to that. Being an adult is awesome because if you want to go get rootbeer floats you totally can (don't tell my mom, though.)
So we did, and we didn't even tell El Guille.

This morning we pulled into the parking lot at the Doctor's office. El Guille exclaimed, "It's the doctors!" and then he got really quiet. "Mama?" He asked, "Is the doctor for you, for me, or for Baby Proximo." I said, "Baby Proximo."
"Oh good! Let's go see the doctor then!"
As we waited for the doctor to come into our room El Guille starting singing the classic Spiderman song. "Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can." Guille doesn't watch cartoons and he hasn't seen the spiderman movie. I have no idea where he learned the song. Perhaps from his underoos? Are they singing to him when I'm not around? I don't know if I'm comfortable with that. Being an adult is pretty OK since you get to decide who, when, and if you go to the doctor. Then again, I disapprove of Saturday morning cartoons now, which makes me a lot of an adult.

Late this evening I was spent, and not in the Austin Powers sense. I felt like an overstimulated baby. Instead, Baby Proximo continued to play the role of Household Baby. His fever from his immunizations earlier turned my happy, placid baby into a bit of a basket case. I just wanted to go into my bedroom, yell at my mom because she's ruining MY LIFE, and slam my door. That's when I don't want to be an adult (also, I can't follow through because my mom doesn't live here and she's not currently ruining my life.)
Other Half said, "Go ahead, go relax." I beat a hasty retreat to my bedroom and did the decidedly teenage lounge on bed with computer, book, and a TV. I'm glad that when I don't want to be an adult, OH will be one for me.

Rootbeer floats
No school nights
Watch TV whenever
Lunch with old and new friends
Not scared of new food

What are we, cooling the whole neighborhood
Guess who always does the dishes? Not your mom.


~cari~ said...

I HATE doing dishes!

Hope Proximo is feeling better!

kiki said...


More cons:
Paying bills
Not spending all day everyday with new friends.
Not spending every night incurring carpel tunnel from playing Guitar Hero with old friends.

sarah k. said...

I wish we had TV, because although I used to be opposed to Saturday morning cartoons, that was before I had two crazy boys who love to wake me up at all hours, and think they are entitled to climbing in with me in the wee hours. If only they could just go turn on the TV and feel their brains squish out their ears for an hour or two.

Mrs. Dub said...

pros: less zits
cons: more wrinkles

b. said...

Your opening paragraph made me want to try new food.

pro:school's in
con:money's out

compulsive writer said...

I vow to not be opposed to anything I was not opposed to as a child.

compulsive writer said...

Is that the same as refusing to grow up? Hmmm. I see it now. What is the female equivalent of Peter Pan?

citymama1 said...

The other day I walk in and offspring is singing
"spider pig, spider pig, does whatever a spider pig does".

I swear I don't let her watch the Simpsons. But it made me laugh hysterically.

Who knows where these kids now a days pick things up. They hear it once in a commercial and BAM it's stuck in their little brains for life. Dang youngsters!

Azúcar said...

Hey now, let's not get crazy! I'm not opposed to TV, I'm opposed to violent and vacuous cartoons/shows of all stripes. Well, unless I like them.

I've been known to leave the cable box on to PBS and let El Guille tune in for a rocking (albeit educational and informative) good time.

city- that's the bad thing about having kids: when they get so darn smart.

b. said...

Didn't that spiderman song come from Electric Company? As in, "Hey You Guys!!!!"
Is that still on PBS? Maybe that's where he learned it.

Kalli Ko said...

TV + Rootbeer floats+ a good book + a room with only you and above mentioned items in it = the cure for all problems.

Azúcar said...

Kalli, it does cure all problems.

In related news, we saw that the store had rootbeer float ice cream. Other Half calls that “singlehandedly the laziest ice cream flavor ever.”

kiki said...

I'm not a big rootbeer float fan, but when I get in the mood, I like to get a blended float from Sonic. But now that I'm in the land of ice cream that people here call milk shakes, I'll probably be getting those rather than rootbeer floats.

They're not shakes, people! They're blended ice cream! Do I have to break this down for Utah AGAIN?!

Azúcar said...

Kiki, I hear you. Unless it's a hard ice cream shake, it's not a shake. I hate those blended ice cream things they call "shakes." You need a STRAW not a spoon for a real shake.

April said...

All this talk about homemade pizza and root beer floats (not shakes) is making me hungry and/or thirsty. And/or is the worst kind, too.

Lyle said...

One gene that did not pass on, or is slow in maturing is the liking of Rootbeer floats. I'm the only one that really likes them.

Kalli Ko said...

I agree with OH.

though oddly I still want to try it...

Azúcar said...

It's not as good. Just buy them separately.

Tiffany said...

I never buy soda, unless we have pizza and then I must must must have root beer.

Like I must must must have sour cream with my mexican. Food that is.

I have been craving a Wendy's Frosty all night. Those things are the cure-all for gestational heartburn.

And I eat the frosty with a spoon.

kristenlibrarian said...

Once I was craving a root beer float so badly I made one with coke and strawberry cheesecake ice cream - since that's all we had. I don't recommend it.

Emmie said...

It has been YEARS since I had a rootbeer float. This must be remedied promptly.

michelle said...

Hi! I think I have noticed your funny comments over at loveboxes and so I thought I would come check things out over here. And I have had several great chuckles, thanks. And all your little references make me think of my college days in that town and that is really nice, don't do it often enough!

michelle said...

Okay, correction,it was Liz's blog. But anyway, it is nice to meet you!

kiki said...

Blended ice cream from Iceberg is tasty.

Fergie always has me messed up with the spelling of "tasty". That girl is so dumb! And nasty.

FoxyJ said...

We had cinnamon rolls for dinner tonight. I love being a grownup. We justified it because we have breakfast for dinner about once a week (I refuse to cook in the morning), so we had omelettes and smoothies with the rolls. But I still felt like I was getting away with something naughty. Don't tell my mother.

Geo said...

So, how do you feel about Pee Wee Herman? and seaweed snacks roasted in olive oil and salt?

sarah k. said...

Yeah, let's hear what you think about Pee Wee. I'm too curious. And now I'm thinking about Iceberg. And sad that no ice cream here even remotely compares to ANY Utah ice cream, especially not the around-the-corner creamery ice cream that could be fetched with a leisurely 4-minute stroll. No, I'm not bitter.

compulsive writer said...

This is how attached I am to rootbeer floats:

Upon learning I was about to spend 16 months of my life in Western Europe I quickly stocked up on root beer extract. I made my own root beer out of Perrier and sugar and extract, then made my own floats. They weren't quite the same (you almost have to choose between dissolved sugar and carbonation), but it was like a taste of home.

more cons:
no such thing as summer vacation

more pros:
getting the kids to do the dishes (once in awhile)
getting up in the middle of the night to research carpet and flooring options--simply because I can