Tidbits

A:What should I blog about?

J:What have you done exciting?

A: I bought vegetables.

*~*~*~*~*~*

So today is a bit of a slow blogging day... obviously. I guess I will do a stream of consciousness blog- meaning as I think about it I will tell you about it. I know, way too deep into the depths of my psyche.

I did buy veggies today-- at our local produce guy's place- Mr. Hulsey's Store. I got 2 bundles of green onions for 88 cents, maters, fresh corn on the cob, and a little candy for Faith. This old woman was piling her produce in a basket that was still on the rack on top of the other baskets. Meaning I was toting a heavy baby and a few bags of veggies because dipweed wouldn't be considerate and move her sh*t.

I called a speeding lady in a Mercedes on her cell phone a b*tch. In front of my kids. Faith didn't notice. I have driving-turrets.

Faith calls Mr. Hulsey Mr. Kelso. I'm still not sure why.

Faith asked me (out of the blue) what "idiosyncrasy" meant. I blanked. I need to prepare when I am to be tested on definitions of words I use very rarely.

I like these words: sublimation, nomenclature, sporadic, oblivious, and peculiar.

I was dead-set on being a journalist when I was in high school. My English teacher fully expected me to win the Pulitzer. I decided to marry an idiot instead and forfeit my FULL college scholarship to Swanky U. But I'm ok with that... I am going to be a phlebotomist one day. I have the desire to poke people and remove their blood. Legally. I said poke! Hehe! As we say around here (vagly sure as to why) "Poke it, poke it, let it rain!".

Oooh Vampire Attorney!

Jef has a problem. He farts- a lot. I only share this because the people he works with constantly inquire if I feed him nothing but cabbage and broccoli. No, I assure them. I do not. I suffer too! The said smell is reminiscent of charcoal. Burnt up charcoal. With undertones of sulphur. Wet sulphur. He just read this and recommended I add wet to the charcoal analogy part too.

I bought a comforter today at Kohls. Mine bit the wing-wong. That means it crapped out, foofed out, died. All the batting was at the foot of the bed, in a wad. All my coldness was at the top. I got it 80% off, plus an additional 15%!! Rock on.

My high school nickname was Shakespeare. Spere for short.

I enjoyed my mother's day champagne with Big J tonite. I keep my Moet and Chandon in a pretty cabinet. We will rock you, because we are the champions. Hi, I am a fat bottomed girl. I make the world go 'round.

Perhaps we will christen the new comforter. Perhaps I will threaten removal of food again.

-- Milk Maid says if I'm not here this time tomorrow... carry on, carry on!
(Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go!)