I wrote last year about my old lady Hallmark tendencies and a candle scent that brought back memories of tender moments with my grandma. Hmm...
Here's what I came up with. Little Sisters of the Poor
- help actual older ladies and gentleman (not those of us with senior citizen tendencies)... check!
- provide nursing and assisted living services to those in need. My grandma was a nurse... check!
- give senior citizens the opportunity to participate in activities... check!
- is run by Sisters (not of the relative kind, more like the nun kind, so no one is drawing a salary from my donation)... check!
I think you can tell a lot about a society or a country by the way they treat certain groups of people. I think the elderly are one of these groups, and I am pleased to donate to a charity with this cause in mind.
Sometimes I have no idea what I want to eat, and I consume whatever is at hand. Other times I think I know exactly what I want, and then I see something else on a menu... and I order wrong. I spend the rest of the meal kicking myself for not ordering my old favorite friend that I know I like.
There are also the times when things just click, and I know exactly what I am craving. These often result in some satisfied eating experiences and some unbuttoned pants. I had one of those for dinner. I was craving a hamburger with bleu cheese on it, and I just knew that nothing else would be anywhere near as good. Tom agreed, as his mouth was watering for a chili cheese burger (gross).
Enter Red Robin. Yummmmmmm. Did you just hear the song in your head?
My stomach was singing a happy song as I ate my Bleu Ribbon Burger. In elastic waisted pants.
Thank you, Bleu Ribbon Burger, you made my day.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Posted by Jessi at 12:13 PM