Salsa... not the dance...

I wonder if I'm pregnant again?

They would be mighty diligent sperm to get through the 

bullet proof pj's and into the "female anatomy" and then past 

the tubes that are tied in a running bowline figure of eight with

two half hitches.

Um yeah, we can prolly discount the possibility of a pregnancy at 

this stage of the game. 

Then what? 

What on God's green earth is causing my irrational cravings

for salsa and olives? 

I can't get enough of them, I tried some Paul Newman's Mango 

Salsa the other day...OMG that shit it AWESOME!!! 

It was gone in a day... a day I tell ya. Then there's the 

little green olives stuffed with all kind of goodies, garlic, 

pimentos, more olives, deliciouso!!!! 

Add to these little snacks the Greenwise Tortilla chips 

from Publix and you have a totally winning combination.

A little wine and it's enough to sustain even the hardest of hardened

bloggers... i could literally sit here for months on end with just

me, my net book, the salsa and the chips and the wine. 

So what is it? Do I have some kind of Mexican/Mediterranean

tape worm that has preferences for these things? 

Is my body secretly wishing I were in the throws of building another

baby? Is it my biological clock reminding me that procreation is a

thing of the past for me? 

I was in close proximity of a nursing mother the other day and 

guess what? My boobs positively tingled... nay...vibrated in a manner

akin to a jack hammer, screaming out 

for a baby to latch on and be nourished!!! 

TMI??? sorry.

Then again the real reason could be that I'm turning into my mother.

His gorgeousness is in denial about this, at least he appeared to 

be when I broached the subject the other day, well I'm 

assuming that running around the house like is 2 mm hair was on 

fire, screaming "for the love of God Noooo!!!" is his form of denial. 

I digress.

I have fond memories of good ole Mumsie eating the absolutely

weirdest crap known to man, while settling in for the night 

in front of the telly. Nibbles anyone? she'd say, then proceed to 

demolish a jar of cockles and mussels alive alive oh!!! 

They weren't alive, that's just how the song goes.

She'd eat cod roe (poor man's caviar), and Rivita covered

in all kinds of disgusting cheeses. She's describe to me how she

enjoyed the escargot during a night out at a fancy restaurant and she

would dip her bread in the garlic butter they were served in. 

Sounded horrible then, super scrummy now. 

Frogs legs, tripe, haggis and oysters...nothing got past that 

woman, the only thing she doesn't really care for is salmon! 

Now ain't that strange? considering she can cook the most delicious,

tender melt in your mouth salmon you've ever tasted.

p.s. I don't really mind turning into my Mum, yep she's had her 

"issues" but all in all she's not a bad old broad.