Tropicanalicious

A couple of weeks ago, I was at Wal-mart to pick up some chocolate milk for lunch (yes, lunch was to be just that: some thick, creamy, exploding-with-calories chocolate milk). This choco-blast was all husband wanted, and while I like chocolate milk, I wanted something more along smoothie lines. But maybe not a smoothie.

I discovered this:

Yup, nothing says "Pure" like "flavored blend of 5 juices from concentrate with other natural flavors and ingredients."

In spite of this, I really liked it. I bought the pomegranate blueberry flavor. I will list its virtues here:

1) I could taste both the pomegranate and the blueberry juice (in spite of there probably being minimal amounts of each...pure pomegranate juice is the price of liquid gold)

2) The juice was really thick, so it is satisfying - more so than regular apple juice, and certainly more so than soda (or worse, diet soda)

3) The 33.8 oz. bottle cost less than $3 (I have since discovered that this may only be at Wal-Mart, as Smith's prices it at over $4)

4) Because of how thick the juice is, the 33.8 oz. bottle is actually enough for several servings - even 4, as the bottle indicates

In short, Tropicana Pure (TM) is a good buy.

Blog resurrected

For the past couple of weeks, I've been thinking that I'd like to have a blog again. Last week, my sister revealed that she has been keeping one, and that did it. Here it is!

My mom she has always encouraged me to sing to my little baby, even while I was pregnant. Despite not being incredibly vocally gifted, I do enjoy singing, and while I felt awfully silly singing to a big belly, singing to a big-eyed, cooing baby girl is fun.

Some of my favorite lullabies include "Puff the Magic Dragon" (which always, always makes me cry...poor Puff), all the songs from Mary Poppins and Oklahoma, "Crazy Love," "Landslide," "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay," "I Know an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly," "Hush Little Baby," and "You've Got a Friend."

While I've brushed up on a lot of lyrics in order to be able to sing them, more often than not, our bedtime songs turn out to be parodies with very predictable themes: sleep, milk, bodily fluids and/or functions, fat, crying, etc.

And so, I am pleased to present the most recent rendition of "You've Got a Friend":


You've Got a Mom

When you’re tired and fussy
And you need a boob to suck
And your tummy, your tummy ain’t feeling right
Just bawl my name and scream at me
And soon, you’ll be in luck
In whatever hour of day or night

(Chorus)
You just bawl out my name
And you know, wherever I am,
I’ll come running
To feed you again
When your diaper’s full of poop or pee
All you have to do is call for me
And I’ll be there, yes I will
You’ve got a mom

When your tummy’s rumbling
And your guts are churning ‘round
And digestion, digestion ain’t going well
Just concentrate, and squirt it out
Make that squishy, familiar sound
And I’ll change you, regardless of the smell

Chorus

(Bridge)
Ain’t it good to know that you’ve got a mom
To change your diapes when you wet them?
When they’re poopy
They get droopy
They’ll contain your poop if you let them
But don’t you let them…

Chorus