Well when you live in Turner Valley, there isn't a whole lot to do. You can watch t.v (except I can't because as I have mentioned before, I don't have any freakin channels), or you can head to the Bowling Alley, which we do quite often. I think that now we are offical local yokals!
So Andy is on his way home from work and called me to say that his "need diesle now" light has come on. We have discovered, that when that light comes on, you better get it now. Unfortunately we didn't realize that the light means immediately, and the truck ran out on the way to the station, and was broken and had to get fixed.
But as we live in the country, there aren't many gas stations. So I hope he gets here.
The bowling alley is your typical small town bar, where everyone knows your name and your business, lots of cowboys and lots of drunk people six days a week. Andy is going for a steak sandwhich, but I am trying to eat healthy, as I am on day twelve of Power 90.
I was going to cook chicken, I had to get the kind with the skin on it because it's cheaper, but I just realized that it's chicken legs. No wonder it was so cheap, so now I don't think it sounds very appetizing, so potatoes it is again I guess. No wonder Andy gave me the nickname Potato Eating Idiot, P.E.I.
We were at the Bowling Alley on Saturday night and the topic of my eating habits came up. People were really amazed at my how do I say, inability of trying foods, not weird, strange foods like eyeball soup, snake, or monkey brains (like in Indiana Jones), just regular food, everyone else on the planet has at least tried. For instance, I tried Peach yogurt for the first time on Sunday, Blueberry last month. I had just assumed I wouldn't like it. It's things like this that drives my family (Angela) and Andy absolutely crazy. Then the subject of Meatloaf came up. I have never seen a meatloaf, let alone tasted one. Is that so weird. I don't think my mom ever made us eat one. Andy asked me to cook one, and I was like, how can I cook something I've never seen!Gotta go I'm off to the Bowling Alley, screw Chicken legs!!
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Yes, you have seen a meatloaf. Mom used to make them, but as I refused to eat anything that gross, and you just refused to eat anything because you are wierd (remember your white bread and mayonaise sandwiches?) she gave up making them. Thank god. She also tried to make us eat liver a couple of times. I ran away and I thing you started to cry, so that ended the liver. I am pretty sure that Michael ate both the meatloaf and the liver. Kiss-ass wierdo.
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