I never really addressed the existence of my new blog. I'm sure you were all totally confused since it looks so completely different from the old one. Why "Shut Up Duffy"? I didn't want my last name to be on here anymore so I went with my alter ego, Duffy. For some of you, I'm probably only adding to the confusion so here's the deal. The day I met Michael was New Years Eve , 2003, in Los Angeles. That really has nothing to do with this story. I walked into a room full of mostly strangers, Michael being one. I introduced myself as Rebecca, since that is my name. Michael found this name incredibly hard to remember. Perhaps it was all the games of Whiskydix he'd been playing, but it just wasn't sticking so he went with the oh-so-easy to remember name, Duffy. And somehow, this actually stuck. I'm still Duffy to a handful of people and even get introduced as such. So there you have it.
Speaking of Michael, I have never met anyone who likes candy as much as my husband. Yes, I know that I have a few friends that think they hold that record, but they're wrong. If we go to the movies, we first have to stop at Walgreens so he can buy 3 jumbo bags of candy. When I pick him up after work, there's a 7-11 that has to be hit up daily. He recently discovered a new favorite, Kazoozles. Yesterday I picked him up from work and he had 2 packages.
At least he's moved on from the candy Ali bought him once, these candy in a tube things:
It really hits it's peak when Eric comes in town, because it almost becomes a candy-eating competition and we're usually left with a candy drawer full of the leftovers. Who actually buys these dot things?
I'll tell you who- the Eric/Michael candy eating team. Moving on, good "Lost" last night and good JC dinner- Marinated Pork Casserole Roast. Although in my case, Marinated Pork Dutch Oven Roast.
I know, I'm about done with the yellowish soft focus pictures, too, so don't hate.