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Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Sunday, March 2, 2014, 2:48 PM
Oh hello there, old blog of mine.
Small family update: Nathan has been sick 46 times, I caught some puke in my hand and Brian's been traveling to places like Orlando, Florida and heaven. Currently, it's thundersleeting here and I'm watching Brian do our taxes while watching Game of Thrones. It is seriously so nerdy, I'm starting to get angry.
Bri and I have been rekindling the flame, if you will, and with the help of a new and great babysitter, we are hitting the town. And we're hitting it hard. We've got a list of restaurants and I blew it on the first one. I didn't take pictures because I was too busy face-planting into my cheese grits and shrimp. We'll redo that one again some day.
So let's talk Tusk and Trotter. Located in the quaint Bentonville Square, we waltzed in and had a small table in a dark corner.
I should mention here, that the logo and sign of this place kinda reminds me of a giant camel toe.
Moving on, this place was delightful. We started out with rissoto balls.
Not sure if I would like them, but it turns out you could deep fry pee and I'd probably eat it. They were amazing. Maybe because I was eating them while gazing into the eyes of my lover.
Next, we both enjoyed salads. I went with the blue cheese, while Brian got angry because the lettuce was too hard to eat. He gave up, I powered through.
In an effort to let my hair down (literally, you guys, I let my hair down. It wasn't in a pony tail for the first time in 33 years!) I ordered the highly-recommended chicken and waffles.
You guys. I can't even. The perfect crispy chicken breast was on one side, while next to it lay carrot-cake waffles that I want to marry. They were covered in a sweet, sausage gravy. It all went to my hips.
Yesterday, I came to the realization that there are absolutely zero home decor stores in NWA that are worth there beans. While, this saddens me greatly, I did appreciate Brian letting me out to make that discovery. 10 stores, 10 strikeouts. And to top it all off, it was sorority mom's day in Fayetteville, which meant I was in a fiery hell.
But I did stop in one flower shop, Pigmint, of all places and found something to take home with me. Meet my new kitchen table succulent.
The only left to do yesterday, was to attend the early sale of this gigantic-ass kids consignment sale, one town over. I hopped in the car again, parked in a field, and got in line with 2,000 of my closest friends. I was about to just leave, as I'm not really into buying your old poopy clothes, but I thought maybe I could find a few toys for Nate-Dogg.
As I walked in and surveyed literal football fields of everything you would even need for children, a girl I was walking with quietly said, "Is that Mrs. Dugger?" I lifted my head up so fast, it almost snapped off my body. There she was in all of her long jean skirt-glory. She was bent over about 400 pounds of clothing on this cart she was pushing. I wonder if she still buys clothes for her oldest son.
My heart started leaping out of my body as I was quickly reminded that my phone was loaded to the brim with pictures and I hadn't dumped them yet. I HAD NO SPACE FOR ANOTHER PHOTO. Frantically, I moved to the side and deleted pictures from my phone as fast as I could, as ladies were running past me trying to snatch up key items for their loved ones. I am pretty sure I deleted very meaningful photos of Nathan's childhood in order to capture one with Mama Dugger. After what felt like 2 years, but was five minutes, I looked up, ready to take that pic, but she was nowhere to be found. That was when I went full-on stalk and roamed the aisles searching for her.
Praise Jesus, I found her. Went right up to her and I don't know what came over me, but I started talking all quiet and raspy just like she does. I told her I was a big fan of the show, may have mentioned that I had seen every episode, and then asked if we could take a picture. Who cared about her privacy? She got so close to me, she probably thought my freak heart was about to explode. Then, like an idiot, I told her "I'm glad to see you are doing so well." Kill me now.
Nevermind that next to her I look like I'm in the middle of playing chubby bunny. My lifelong Arkansas wish has been fulfilled. I also bought Nathan a toy car wash.