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Food pusher

I was raised in the South by amazing home cooks.

The food may not have been the best for us, but it tasted better than anything I’ve found in my travels.

We used to call my mother and her sisters “food pushers” because they were always encouraging us to eat more.

Another taste. Another serving.  Heck, in some cases, another meal.

I had a flashback to those food pushers this morning when I was sitting on the floor, trying to get my dog Rory to eat.

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When he rejected his wet food, I added chicken. When he tired of the chicken, I gave him treats. When he finished the treats, I handed him the wet food again.

Anything to get him to eat a decent-sized meal.

Old dogs are the best, but they’re not the best eaters. — Mama Dog food pusher

Sense memory

My aunt Hennie, who left this world at far too young an age, collected salt and pepper shakers.

Really interesting ones, that my cousins and I played with any time we visited.

toaster shakerI saw this shaker set today while I was out-and-about and immediately thought of her.

The toaster is simply a holder for the two slices of bread, which are the individual salt and pepper shakers.

Aunt Hennie would have loved it.

Hatched

Today the Sticky Egg became a great aunt for the very first time!

Its A Girl

Welcome Baby Charlotte!

And thanks for letting me model your baby beanie.  You’re a good egg already.

All in the family

My friend Leah and I went to the US Open tennis tournament today hoping to see favorite players.

Me, Djokovic at the practice courts. Her, Verdasco in his early round match. We were both successful. (Leah even shook Verdasco’s hand.)

jack sockBut we did not expect to meet Jack Sock’s aunt and uncle on the train platform on our way back into the city!

But we did.

They were chatting with friends and were curious about the matches that were still in progress.  And since both of us were intent on our cellphones, they asked for an update.

We ended up talking until we arrived at Penn Station.

I think that counts as yet another sports celebrity encounter — don’t you?

 

#AuntsonTwitter

When I was home for Christmas last December, my three nephews were joking about the perils of having their mom and aunts on Facebook and Twitter.

They just never know when we may chime in on something they post.

i love my auntToday I drove that point home.

I was stuck on the computer all day, working on a project with a tight deadline.  When I needed a break, I would check Twitter; my nephew Nathaniel had just posted something every time.

So did I.

Each time I commented on his tweet or posted a tweet in reply, I added the hashtag #AuntsonTwitter.  We chatted back and forth for quite a while, having a great time…or so I thought.  Then he posted his own hashtag —

#GetAuntsOffTwitter

Whatever do you think it means??!?!

Super aunt

I have four nephews who have three aunts.

I’m not the favorite.

My sister doted on the boys…took each of them to Disney World and other special trips. And their mother’s sister lived across the street from the boys for half of their lives.

Me? I remembered birthdays and Christmas.

Slacker.

At the end of my Christmas visit home, their mom Debbie gave me a ride back to the Nashville Airport,  a three-hour drive.  So I invited the boys to join us.

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They all took a pass.

That’s the last time I plan a fancy trip for them!

It takes a village

Spock was famous for his Vulcan mind meld.

My family had one today via Twitter.

chocolate_oatmeal_cookiesIt began when my nephew tweeted his slightly unorthodox breakfast choice — chocolate oatmeal cookies.

I replied that his aunt would be proud — not me, my sister Lou.  She has made and eaten many batches of the slightly ugly cookie…even when they didn’t really turn out.

I mean, look at them — does it really matter?

My nephew ‘favorited’ my tweet, and I shared the conversation with my sister via Skype chat (knowing she doesn’t check Twitter as often as I do).  Now she is inspired to make some of the chocolate morsels for the first time in years!

Don’t you just love social media??