The Big DumpTruck

To continue the feta discussion, I just now learned that “Feta Cheese originated on the Balkan Peninsula in a region called Trakia, which is current day Southern Bulgaria.”

So it wasn’t so far off that I was asking where Bulgaria is, and that it started off the whole feta conversation.

I’m in the mood for puff pastry. It started last night when I asked Mr. Dump where Bulgaria is, and we eventually learned it’s north of Greece. Then at breakfast this morning, I saw the special was a Greek omelet. I am a sucker for Greek food. It’s the feta and olives and puff pastry. I could live on that combination. I want to live on that combination. We were talking about the lack of Greek food in this area, and I guess knowing that a Greek guy runs the diner we were at doesn’t help if I’m never around to have lunch there, and they aren’t open for dinner. Zorba’s is horrible (I’m sure some people love it, but I’m not one of them). Athens used to have a decent selection, but when they sold their old location, they didn’t bring back the Greek menu at the new storefront pizza place. However, we did get a pizza from Athens tonight (hello Harry! You make the BEST pizza!) and we got a small Greek salad. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh feta. I love feta. I want to run away with it and marry it.

I sing the praises of goats who give milk. Thank you, feta makers of the world!

Praise the good Lord above that nobody offered me tickets to tonights game because the inner termoil over wanting to go and yet not wanting to have to be outside would have ripped me in two. Luckily, I didn’t have to make that choice. It’s still freaking cold out…tomorrow they said it might hit 21 and I might just wear shorts.

Junior had a birthday party to attend – a pool party. Oy he was happy to go, but the combination of 0 moisture in the air the past 4 days with the sudden humid and chlorinated conditions and he sprouted a nosebleed. Ugh. Not good. Got it under control, he want back int the pool, and there was just enough residue (old blood mixing with pool water) for the pool staff to tell us that he had to stay out of the pool. I totally understood, we know the rule where he takes swim lessons is that anything in the pool like that (throw up, poop, whatever) and they have to kick everyone out and run a cleaning cycle. He wasn’t really embarrassed, just wanted to go home. Quite frankly, so did I. I am NOT a fan of bloody noses, they freak me out and I assume the worst, even though I know some people just get them more than others…

To the UPS driver down in the Victory plaza in Northboro – dude! It’s too cold to wear shorts! TOO COLD TO WEAR SHORTS!

Don’t come crying to me when they have to amputate both legs due to frostbite, okay?

It’s time for the prestigious “Dump Hero of the Day” award, given to the individual who goes above and beyond to make my life better, easier and/or more pleasant.

Until we determine the next Hero of the Day, this individual will also hold the Hero of the Month and Hero of the Year positions. It’s good to be nice to me in early January, no?

Okay, today’s hero is [drumroll]

Guy Who Pumped My Gas

Because Guy Who Pumped My Gas is not available for comment, I’ll accept the award on his behalf. Yes, it was his job to man the pumps at the full-serve station, but it’s 7 freaking degrees out there, with 10mph winds, and GWPMG had so many customers that he wasn’t even able to step into the office to warm up the tiniest big.

GWPMG, the Big DumpTruck salutes you.