Baking Biscuits

It's Friday night at 10:05 and I think I will go to bed soon. This is evidence enough for people who know me that I am still sick. Transitioning time, no matter how good the transition, is a stress thing--you know that if you have ever taken one of the polls which tally up your stress points. Made a little more stressful are two churches which still have not received appointments yet. And the fact that I am not sleeping and I have an "acute" cold---sounds more legitimate than just a "cold" Oh, enough about me.

I am going on record here that there are a couple of advertisements that are driving me batty, which air during Cards games. One is the talking hat in the Steak n Shake commercial. The other one is the Hardees commercial above where a bunch of guys are sitting around the TV watching NASCAR, when in walks their host from the kitchen with a freshly baked biscuits and says, "anybody want a biscuit?" The guys look at him like he is a total wimp and outcast, and the Hardees voice comes on and says, "guys don't bake" meaning real men eat biscuits at their place. Who are they kidding? Real men in Harders bake biscuits every day, the ones they are trying to sell with this commercial. Not to mention their total old-world mindset that men don't do women's work. Gee. And I would guess that a few of the guys reading this could and would bake biscuits if they wanted to. And besides someone needs to teach those guys around the TV some manners when they are in other people's homes and they are offered biscuits, no matter who baked them.

Where is Gloria Steinem when you need her?

Ok, time for bed and hopefully a more hopeful attitude tomorrow. And time to welcome home my son Caleb who is back tonight from six weeks with his grandparents at the camp. And Caleb does bake biscuits and a whole lot of other things. Be proud of yourselves, baking men! Follow your call to make that red velvet cake! Make the lasagna one that will live in your wife;s mind forever! Make those cookies and eat 'em all yourself! Be who you are and don't let Hardees take it from you!!! After all, Jesus was a baker of sorts, turning those few loaves of bread and providing enough for 5000 men (plus the women and children present!) Get those oven mitts out and spill that flour! I am proud of you!!!