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Well, I just (literally, just, like two minutes ago) stumbled on the blog Eating The Road and found this chart hysterical. I guess I like eating gravel.
My hood is popping up with new businesses, too. That’s gotta be a good sign, at least for Lake Worth. First, a new tattoo shop on Dixie and Dartmouth. Sol Ink, I think. Or, 561 Ink? Graffiti is awesome, but sometimes hard to read. A new food joint on Dixie and Gregory looks about ready to open its doors as well – Darbster? I’ve been watching the construction progress every morning on my way to work. Should be interesting.
Thanksgiving is around the corner. Yaaaay!! Can’t get enough mashed potatoes. And sweet potatoes! My heart breaks for people who don’t eat carbs — they’re so glorious. I’m still in the air about what I’m going to make this year. Last year I made a stab at apple pie; this year, I’m thinking maybe something along the savory line ….
English major or not, you should be offended by bad grammar. I know, I know, everyone is not an Akeelah or a Grammar Girl. And, please, I love a good typo, slang word or old fashioned Americanism (bizarro, shitload, douche bag) as much as the next person. I drove by a restaurant advertising a “$5 Cuban Sandwish” the other day. But, come on, a little good grammar goes a loooong way!
We live in a world of texts and 140-character thoughts, so it’s not out-of-this-world that we would want to think of ways to speed things up and shorten them. To be honest, I barely copy edit myself when I write this bloggity-blog. (I should. But, I don’t (always).)
In any event, I hope my nephews grow up knowing that tomorrow isn’t 2mrw (or whatever they’re using these days!); you has two other letters beside U; and there are more ways than 
to express emotion.
Here are a few grammatical pet peeves of mine, what are yours?
1. your/you’re. Is it yours? I hope you’re happy with the answer.
2. their/they’re/there. They’re over there with their children.
3. toward(s)/backward(s). No s. It’s not technically wrong, and I’m sure there are people who fight for the s, but not me. Not here. Of course, if you move to the UK or AU, by all means…take that s and run with it.
4. redundancy. I know I’m redundant in writing in several, if not all, of my posts. However, I’m a fan of brevity in writing. There shouldn’t be two twins (unless there are 4 babies total! And, if that’s the case, run!). You don’t need to make advance reservations.
There are many more, but I don’t want to get into a lesson here. Teacher, I am not. I’ll leave that to the certified.
But, if you want to laugh at the grammar misfortunes of others, click here.
So, this weekend I thought it would be a grand idea for us to walk to downtown Lake Worth. I figured it was about 1-1 1/2 miles, so not a far walk. Besides, why not be environmentally friendly, get some exercise, see the town by foot. It’s one thing to drive through a neighborhood, and it’s another to walk it. You get to see all the cracks that aren’t filled in with fire hydrants and landscaping. It’s nice. One should know which lots reek of urine (human? animal?), which have boarded up houses and which ones are voting for who. Yes, JP and I got to figure all this out on our…30+-minute walk. I was a bit wrong in my destination distance estimate, I admit. But, it gave way to uber thirstiness by the time we reached Lake Avenue! Anywho, at least we got to burn some calories before we consumed them!
Topic switch! On the way home tonight, I grabbed some fennel at the local market. I’ve always wanted to try this at home, so score. The raw fennel smelled like black licorice straight up; too bad I’m not a fan of black licorice. In any event, I had faith that the grilling process would change that. And it did. Just a little s&p and some olive oil plus a little grill heat…tasty goodness. The result was a little celery, but much more mellow, and with better texture 
Last night, I came home to new music. Yesss! The band: Zeep. The album: People & Things. They’re a duo with roots in Brasil and Germany, and their sound is a little Brazilian, a bit tropical and a tad sweet. Listening to the album, I want to drink sangria or smoke out of a hookah. The upside of being with someone for 12 years: They can buy you an album after hearing one song and know you’ll like it – and you do. Happy, happy; joy, joy.
Moving on to more important things, I dislike automatic flushing toilets. I’m all for not spreading germs, particularly those from public bathrooms, but they just make me feel lazy. I’m all for tv remote controls and microwaves, but come on! I can flush a toilet. And, they’ll flush at the hint of a breeze. I don’t like to sit on a flushing toilet, do you?
In other news, I’m still keen on exploring our new hood. We went downtown LW earlier this week and stopped by The Taco Lady. Ah, nothing like a freakin’ good wet burrito. And we got to sample their homemade hardshell tacos…yum to the o. I don’t dislike chain restaurants, but let me tell you it definitely beat Moe’s. Sure, we were served on a paper plate and had plastic cutlery and there were only 3 tables in the place, but we got to chat with locals and eat good, cheap food! Speaking of food, desserts specifically, I got my Monkey on and picked up some gloroious rasberry and pistachio French macarons. Yes, I shared. If you’ve never had a French-style mac, I highly recommend doing it.
Happy Friday the 13th!
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