If the title of this blog has you scratching your head, allow me to explain …
As my blog’s subtitle suggests, I am lactose intolerant. In fact, I’ve heard that everyone is essentially lactose-intolerant, but some individuals can build up their tolerance through repeated exposure. I guess I’m one of these people because my intolerance seems to come and go (based on how much ice cream I consume in any given week). Anyway, at times the ole lactose will get me right in the gut with painful gas.
Oh, stop it … you get it too.
And like when the cramps hit, there are little things that can taint our experiences in life (boy, this is getting deep). It could be one bad decision that leads to financial worries, a diagnosis that causes a health scare, a silly misunderstanding that leads to a broken relationship. There is going to be trouble in this life. There is going to be milk in the mashed potatoes. So how are you going to deal with it?
Back to the title of the blog. My husband and I went to a really neat restaurant here in Apopka called The Captain and the Cowboy on our wedding anniversary. Unfortunately I can’t remember which one. We had a wonderful meal and I think I indulged in a steak and mashed potatoes.
As we began to drive home and reflect on our blissful marriage with sublime looks on our faces, the cramps started. In my despair, I looked up and grunted to Jeff, “There must have been milk in the mashed potatoes.” And I don’t know what it was about me saying that, but we lost it. We laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Since then, it’s become a recurring inside joke. Life (and our marriage) is not without its ups and downs, no matter how perfect the picture seems. And we wouldn’t have it any other way. Mashed potatoes are yummy. I’m not going to quit eating them. Life is messy, but I have a promise that says I can live it fully.
So as I started this blog, I thought “milk in the mashed potatoes” would be an appropriate title. It would be a great place to explore life on paper (digitally speaking) and turn those little things that taint life’s experiences into something more pleasant and joyful. Even if I still have to deal with the cramps …
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