There's nothing wrong with Kentucky, per se. It's just that we're a bit behind the times with...everything, really. I just found out last year that scrunchies are out of style, yet I'm not the type of person who cares. I don't care what others think, which makes me a black sheep here in the area. Autism treatment is practically nonexistent, as well as animal rights issues, and basically anything else that I've ever been interested in. I once went to a restaurant and told them I was a vegetarian. "Is there anything here that I can eat?"
"Of course. We have fish and chicken sandwiches."
No words adequately expressed my rage, so I just shut up and ate a fish sandwich. Minus the fish.
This brings me to my next point. Has anybody here heard of a freakin' Boca burger? When I was a vegetarian (I've strayed a little), nobody had. So, I was pleasantly surprised at the Burger King drive-thru when I saw a Veggie Whopper on the menu. I rolled down my window and barked my order. "I'll take a Veggie Whopper...and make that plain, please."
Silence. "So, you want a...bun?"
I looked at the speaker, searching for words. "Um, what? No, I just want the veggie patty with a bun."
He went on to explain that a Veggie Whopper was just a pile of vegetables thrown atop a bun. My question still exists: Has anybody heard of a freakin' Boca burger? Um, no, not in Kentucky.
Anyway, I'm stuck here, really. My husband's job is here. So are my remaining family and a few choice people that I want in my life. And boy, did I want it. I wanted to start a family here, build a home, and install my white picket fence. I knitted my own little OCD web, right here in Kentucky. And, I fell back in it. I am stuck...in...Kentucky. That's where I am.
Hi Crystal!
ReplyDeleteHow nice of you to stop by my blog and leave me a comment.
You are an excellent writer...and although I don't know any one with Autism, I am drawn in by your style of writing.
I am going to spend a little time tonight reading older posts that you have written.
What is your style of decorating? Just asking, since my posts seem to be about acquiring and making over thrift store finds to decorate my home.
Hope you have a great weekend...and find your Bocca burger! LOL
Hi Crystal,
ReplyDeleteWe are in the same boat. My 4 year old twins have autism too. I can relate. Some days you want to scream your head off or just run away from it all.
I enjoyed reading your blog. I started one too to help keep track of the twins on the biomedical. Although it helps me vent also.
Have a good weekend.
April
Red Robin has a Boca Burger on the kids' menu...
ReplyDelete...and when we come your way next time, I need to see if you want me to bring you anything GFCF from the big city.
Thanks Janene!
ReplyDeleteApril, what is your blog address?
lol. Yep, Penny, that would be nice. We have two health food stores in our town, but nothing like Whole Foods. I'm DANGEROUS in that store. :)
ReplyDeleteA friend of mine has been trying to tell me that scrunchies have been out for a LONG time. But I don't care either. :) Good news, though, I've seen a bunch of scrunchies here in Taiwan. So next time I'll tell her that they are cool in Asia. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're book is going to be great. We all need to find our own therapy. For me it's sewing. When I worked in the schools, the kids with autism were my favorite. Bless you as you journey through this life with little Hayden.
Great blog, very very funny, made me and my husband really laugh. We have a teenage boy with MMR/Autism
ReplyDeleteRead my speech on Transition and view a video of our rally in London to raise awareness on
www.openyoureyestoautism.com
LOL Too funny!
ReplyDeleteI remember once, years ago, my sister came to Memphis for a visit. My sister, the vegetarian. So, because we live in Memphis (and because my rib eating family lives to torment anyone who doesn't partake in the meat), we decided to eat at a rib/bbq place for dinner one night.
The place is a local institution, filled to the brim with southerners sucking the meat from between their teeth, and rib bones a'flyin'. The place is loud too, it's close proximity to Beale Street means the blues are pounding hard and loud to draw in a crowd.
My family took our seats and the waiter went around the table taking our orders: ribs, bbq, ribs, bbq, catfish, ribs, bbq (you get the point, I am sure). The waiter then turns his smiling face to my sister and says, "Whatcha gonna have little lady?"
My sister said, "Umm... well, I'm a vegetarian... I don't really see anything on the menu that's not meat."
The waiter said, "Vegetarian? Try the catfish!"
My sister said, "I don't anything with eyeballs."
The waiter just stared at her.
She said, "Can you make me a grilled cheese?"
At that point the entire joint went stone cold quiet - think record scratching silent, or crickets chirping silent. The waiter's deep southern voice boomed out, "Y'all came to a rib joint and you're ordering a grilled cheese?" And then he howled with laughter.
The next twenty minutes my sister was on the receiving end of stares and whispers. She did not enjoy her grilled cheese, that is for sure.
Keep up the great writing! I am enjoying it immensely!
Stuck in Tennessee...
lol. That's good...I will remember to say that if/when I get back on the vegetarian bandwagon...no eyeballs, please. :)
ReplyDeleteHey, you're not too far from my neck of the woods. :) I've been to Memphis several times, although I want to come back with a fanny pack and brochure...and visit Graceland. :)
Yeah, my sis is full of good ones. She tells people hotdogs are filled with lips and assholes. Blunt, but funny.
ReplyDeleteGraceland is very interesting, it is amazing how many people come from other countries to visit, with fanny packs. Amazing.
I'd invite you for a visit; but, I don't have a home... LOL ;) Maybe in 5 months.