.
Thank the good Lord the sun is shining again.
Out the door before it starts raining.
Hugs,
Ann
A happy song.
You know, even if you don't feel like it, sometime you just have to fake it. I'm thinking that if you tell yourself you're happy, if you count the blessings, eventually you really do feel it.
Feeling groovy.
.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Reality "to do"
.
I remember seeing the photo on Twitter. The author was under water holding a sea creature. I remember it because she looked right into the camera as if to say, "See. Life. It's everywhere. Amazing. Why are you sitting there? Go see it."
It was a profound moment.
This is my to do list. I still can't believe that it's my to do list.
Read up on two part epoxy, bottom paint, and wet sanding.
Read up on trailers for boats.
Order forestay and car for traveler. (Yep, I do know what they are, thank you very much.)
Get ready to remove the foresail. Prep for removing the roller furler.
Get tarps under the hoist.
Race duty.
Happy.
.
I remember seeing the photo on Twitter. The author was under water holding a sea creature. I remember it because she looked right into the camera as if to say, "See. Life. It's everywhere. Amazing. Why are you sitting there? Go see it."
It was a profound moment.
This is my to do list. I still can't believe that it's my to do list.
Read up on two part epoxy, bottom paint, and wet sanding.
Read up on trailers for boats.
Order forestay and car for traveler. (Yep, I do know what they are, thank you very much.)
Get ready to remove the foresail. Prep for removing the roller furler.
Get tarps under the hoist.
Race duty.
Happy.
.
Something wonderful
.
"...
Something happened. She could feel it. Different. Before when her folks had cut her off or when he'd turned his back, she'd crumpled. Not this time. This time she was still standing. Maybe it was having something. For the first time in her life she had hold of a notion. It didn't belong to anyone but her.
There was alot to do. The boat needed scraping. Her list of things "to do" was growing. Now instead of washing clothes or cleaning other folks stuff off the floor she had boat things to do. People to talk to. It was a gift not to know how to do these things because it meant that she'd have to ask how. Funny thing was that most folks didn't think her questions were stupid and when they did? She honestly didn't care.
..."
..."
.
from a novel in progress by c anne ford 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
.
There's no video for this post. We'll there is but I've yet to find a good visual for the song. If you can find a copy of the song Bring on the Rain sung by JoDee Messina? It's a good listen for this post. Otherwise I'd like to suggest a detour.
Go find http://www.somethingwonderful.com/ and see all the comings and goings for Uncle Nate. I found this blog along time ago. I was looking on the Internet late one night. It seemed like the world outside was bleak so I typed the words "something wonderful" into the Google. This blog is what I found. It's missing some of the original portals but there's enough remaining to chase away the gloom.
Hugs,
"...tomorrow's another day..."
Ann
.
.
"...
Something happened. She could feel it. Different. Before when her folks had cut her off or when he'd turned his back, she'd crumpled. Not this time. This time she was still standing. Maybe it was having something. For the first time in her life she had hold of a notion. It didn't belong to anyone but her.
There was alot to do. The boat needed scraping. Her list of things "to do" was growing. Now instead of washing clothes or cleaning other folks stuff off the floor she had boat things to do. People to talk to. It was a gift not to know how to do these things because it meant that she'd have to ask how. Funny thing was that most folks didn't think her questions were stupid and when they did? She honestly didn't care.
..."
..."
.
from a novel in progress by c anne ford 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
.
There's no video for this post. We'll there is but I've yet to find a good visual for the song. If you can find a copy of the song Bring on the Rain sung by JoDee Messina? It's a good listen for this post. Otherwise I'd like to suggest a detour.
Go find http://www.somethingwonderful.com/ and see all the comings and goings for Uncle Nate. I found this blog along time ago. I was looking on the Internet late one night. It seemed like the world outside was bleak so I typed the words "something wonderful" into the Google. This blog is what I found. It's missing some of the original portals but there's enough remaining to chase away the gloom.
Hugs,
"...tomorrow's another day..."
Ann
.
.
Cloudy days...
.
.
I read this rumor.
Jackie Kennedy was beaten by her husband.
No not John.
Although there are ways to "beat" a woman other than with your fists.
(Whispered gossip about a cheating husband can be just a brutal.)
No, it wasn't John.
He just cheated.
The one I'm talking about was Onassis.
Her second husband.
At least that was the rumor.
Is it true?
I don't know.
I just read it somewhere.
But if it is true, I've got to ask:
Why did she stay?
She was wealthy. Famous.
She had friends who'd take her in.
Why?
.
"...
"Do I need therapy?"
His word hung there in the dark like those little "stars" you see as you're about to pass out. At first she thought she'd said them. That inside voice of hers had finally emerged into the real world but, no, he'd said them. The obvious answer was, "Yes." What he'd done, shoving her into the door, was wrong. His anger, that had been building, finally came out into the world. It showed there in his face. I wasn't the anger about work or all the politics, it was anger at her. He really didn't like her. Not at all.
So he shoved all the anger and resentment and her down the hall and into that door.
It was wrong.
She sat and listened to the quiet. Afraid that the wrong answer would do more harm that not saying anything at all, she crawled over to her side of the bed and closed her eyes. Tight. Lying there in the dark, she gave him the only answer she could,
"No. It would get you in trouble."
He couldn't go to therapy. The outside world was in a mess. Where would she go? To her parents? They'd already told her that there was no place for her in their home. She should grow up, handle her own problems, and go back home. All she'd asked was to come visit them but they said no. She'd have to stay because at the moment there was no place else to go. Beside she hardly saw him as it was. He was always busy with work or his important things. As long as there was a hot meal and clean towels in the linen closet, he'd be okay. She'd just stay out of his way.
Keep busy.
...." *
My relationships have been difficult. I'm not sure why but maybe it's because -- I don't know. It's trite to blame my parents but I do think that it began there. No, they didn't hit me. They were way to busy. I was just there. The dumpy kid that never quite met expectations.
If I could draw a picture of it?
It would be my heart sitting on a window ledge. There it sits in that window high up in a tower. The tower surrounded by a moat full of cyinical pirrahna fish. The magic world to lower the bridge guarded by a sphinx. There where the heart of the sphinx should be would be a video screen playing continous showings of "The Merchant of Venice".
.
Hugs. If you're lucky enough to have someone who you love? Hug them close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear.
"Listen. Do you want to know a secret..."
* from a novel in progress by author, c ann ford. 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
*A from biography of Jackie Kennedy Onassis
.
.
I read this rumor.
Jackie Kennedy was beaten by her husband.
No not John.
Although there are ways to "beat" a woman other than with your fists.
(Whispered gossip about a cheating husband can be just a brutal.)
No, it wasn't John.
He just cheated.
The one I'm talking about was Onassis.
Her second husband.
At least that was the rumor.
Is it true?
I don't know.
I just read it somewhere.
But if it is true, I've got to ask:
Why did she stay?
She was wealthy. Famous.
She had friends who'd take her in.
Why?
.
"...
"Do I need therapy?"
His word hung there in the dark like those little "stars" you see as you're about to pass out. At first she thought she'd said them. That inside voice of hers had finally emerged into the real world but, no, he'd said them. The obvious answer was, "Yes." What he'd done, shoving her into the door, was wrong. His anger, that had been building, finally came out into the world. It showed there in his face. I wasn't the anger about work or all the politics, it was anger at her. He really didn't like her. Not at all.
So he shoved all the anger and resentment and her down the hall and into that door.
It was wrong.
She sat and listened to the quiet. Afraid that the wrong answer would do more harm that not saying anything at all, she crawled over to her side of the bed and closed her eyes. Tight. Lying there in the dark, she gave him the only answer she could,
"No. It would get you in trouble."
He couldn't go to therapy. The outside world was in a mess. Where would she go? To her parents? They'd already told her that there was no place for her in their home. She should grow up, handle her own problems, and go back home. All she'd asked was to come visit them but they said no. She'd have to stay because at the moment there was no place else to go. Beside she hardly saw him as it was. He was always busy with work or his important things. As long as there was a hot meal and clean towels in the linen closet, he'd be okay. She'd just stay out of his way.
Keep busy.
...." *
My relationships have been difficult. I'm not sure why but maybe it's because -- I don't know. It's trite to blame my parents but I do think that it began there. No, they didn't hit me. They were way to busy. I was just there. The dumpy kid that never quite met expectations.
If I could draw a picture of it?
It would be my heart sitting on a window ledge. There it sits in that window high up in a tower. The tower surrounded by a moat full of cyinical pirrahna fish. The magic world to lower the bridge guarded by a sphinx. There where the heart of the sphinx should be would be a video screen playing continous showings of "The Merchant of Venice".
.
Hugs. If you're lucky enough to have someone who you love? Hug them close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear.
"Listen. Do you want to know a secret..."
* from a novel in progress by author, c ann ford. 10/28/10 all rights reserved by the author.
*A from biography of Jackie Kennedy Onassis
.
Monday, October 25, 2010
LOL
.
Uhmm. I'm the daughter of a sailor. Is that the same thing?
I hope so.
Going to check on the boat. The weatherman said that there was 60 mph wind near by. I should be worried but my boat? She's fair. She'll be fine in the hoist.
Matter of fact?
She'd be straining at the tethers for a chance to sail in that wind.
.
LOL
.
Uhmm. I'm the daughter of a sailor. Is that the same thing?
I hope so.
Going to check on the boat. The weatherman said that there was 60 mph wind near by. I should be worried but my boat? She's fair. She'll be fine in the hoist.
Matter of fact?
She'd be straining at the tethers for a chance to sail in that wind.
.
LOL
.
The weather is here. I wish you were beautiful.
.
I'm sorry folks but I just can't muster the drama and angst to get all worked up about it. I'm having too much fun. LOL Even the storms are funny.
The weather is here and to me? You are beautiful.
.
LOL.
Schedule
Wash dishes.
Work outside (includes cleaning up any storm damage)
etc.
I stopped making "to do" lists and started a "do it and write about it later" list.
It's a miracle but it works.
The list above was this morning's "after I've done it" list.
I like this.
All the feeling of accomplishment without the dread of that long list of things you have to do before you sleep feeling.
Highly recommend it.
I'm sorry folks but I just can't muster the drama and angst to get all worked up about it. I'm having too much fun. LOL Even the storms are funny.
The weather is here and to me? You are beautiful.
LOL
Happy Baloney Day
.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Can you feeeeelll the love 2nite?
.
Sigh,
Big sigh,
Double big sigh.
Did I mention, "Big sigh"?
The weather outside is okay but in other parts of the state they're predicting high winds, thunderstorms, and tornados. I'll be here. Quietly praying and humming the song.
Irony.
Pure and simple.
It used to bug me when it seemed that I pizzed folks off for just breathing. It still does sometimes but now I try to let it go. Somethings aren't my fault no matter how much other folks try to make it so.
"Can't you feel the love tonight?"
LOL. I'm doing my best.
.
Sigh,
Big sigh,
Double big sigh.
Did I mention, "Big sigh"?
The weather outside is okay but in other parts of the state they're predicting high winds, thunderstorms, and tornados. I'll be here. Quietly praying and humming the song.
Irony.
Pure and simple.
It used to bug me when it seemed that I pizzed folks off for just breathing. It still does sometimes but now I try to let it go. Somethings aren't my fault no matter how much other folks try to make it so.
"Can't you feel the love tonight?"
LOL. I'm doing my best.
.
If you need me? I'll be hiding in the corner with my head between my knees...
.
October 24th is United Nations Day, National Crazy Day and National Mother-In-Law’s Day.
.Now you might love your mom-in-law. You might think that the UN is the best thing in the world and well? You might be crazy enough to want to spend the day celebrating the UN, mother in laws, and crazy people.
But not me.
I'll be hiding in the hammock with a good book tomorrow.
See ya Monday.
Ann
.
October 24th is United Nations Day, National Crazy Day and National Mother-In-Law’s Day.
.Now you might love your mom-in-law. You might think that the UN is the best thing in the world and well? You might be crazy enough to want to spend the day celebrating the UN, mother in laws, and crazy people.
But not me.
I'll be hiding in the hammock with a good book tomorrow.
See ya Monday.
Ann
.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Just another manic Monday...
.
I'm going to get to see my folks and my boat and WB and Pup.
Which I'm really, really happy about.
Will let you know tonight or tomorrow how it worked out.
Cross your fingers, your toes, your nose, and your heart that things will work out.
Love,
Ann
,
I'm going to get to see my folks and my boat and WB and Pup.
Which I'm really, really happy about.
Will let you know tonight or tomorrow how it worked out.
Cross your fingers, your toes, your nose, and your heart that things will work out.
Love,
Ann
,
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
"The weather is here. I wish you were beautiful..." J Buffett
.
Naturally occuring unnatural causes.
(Think about it.)
I'm being tormented (lol) by Pups sense of wordplay and humor. He's got me trying to figure out what he's saying. It's worse than a double negative.
Can you tell me an example of a natural occurring unnatural cause.
I'm stumped.
Otherwise weather's great and so is the day.
.
Naturally occuring unnatural causes.
(Think about it.)
I'm being tormented (lol) by Pups sense of wordplay and humor. He's got me trying to figure out what he's saying. It's worse than a double negative.
Can you tell me an example of a natural occurring unnatural cause.
I'm stumped.
Otherwise weather's great and so is the day.
.
Oh my~!
.
So okay. When it comes to cooking? I can. Sorta.
If I want soup?
I open a can and heat the contents.
If I want really good fried chicken?
I go down the road and get it from the best restaurant in the middle of nowhere, put their chicken on a plate, and add some parsley.
Japanese Fusion?
Up the road at this restaurant that specializes in it they'll pack up the individual contents so you can assemble it later. I made the tea.
But even I can make this and not mess up.
In a blender that can crush ice (and not start smoking after the first iced drink),
add
one & 1/2 cup whole frozen blueberries
one & 1/2 cup plain, non fat yogurt
one ripe banana
appx. 1 1/2 tablespoonfuls of lemon juice
one spoonful of table sugar (like a package from the restaurant)
pulse on the "ice crush" button until the whole thing turns purple with deep purple speckles (ie don't leave any of the blue berries whole or ever partly whole.
If the result is too thick you can add just a teaspoonful of non fat milk.
Pour into a tall glass or a bowl.
This should make enough for a glass per person - 4 healthy servings or six if you put it in a bowl
The stuff that we've been making is thick like a milkshake. It's so thick that if you leave out the milk it's alot like soft serve ice cream.
However ,
(unlike ice cream)
this is full of vitamin C, anti oxidants, vitamin A, protein, folates AND it's good for your kids to eat as you get at least 2 to 3 servings of fruit.
And fiber.
It's called a Banana Blueberry Smoothy.
I'm calling it a Barney Blueberry.
Hurray~~~
Thank you Martha Stewart and the folks at EveryDay Food Magazine.
See I can cook.
Sorta.
,
.
So okay. When it comes to cooking? I can. Sorta.
If I want soup?
I open a can and heat the contents.
If I want really good fried chicken?
I go down the road and get it from the best restaurant in the middle of nowhere, put their chicken on a plate, and add some parsley.
Japanese Fusion?
Up the road at this restaurant that specializes in it they'll pack up the individual contents so you can assemble it later. I made the tea.
But even I can make this and not mess up.
In a blender that can crush ice (and not start smoking after the first iced drink),
add
one & 1/2 cup whole frozen blueberries
one & 1/2 cup plain, non fat yogurt
one ripe banana
appx. 1 1/2 tablespoonfuls of lemon juice
one spoonful of table sugar (like a package from the restaurant)
pulse on the "ice crush" button until the whole thing turns purple with deep purple speckles (ie don't leave any of the blue berries whole or ever partly whole.
If the result is too thick you can add just a teaspoonful of non fat milk.
Pour into a tall glass or a bowl.
This should make enough for a glass per person - 4 healthy servings or six if you put it in a bowl
The stuff that we've been making is thick like a milkshake. It's so thick that if you leave out the milk it's alot like soft serve ice cream.
However ,
(unlike ice cream)
this is full of vitamin C, anti oxidants, vitamin A, protein, folates AND it's good for your kids to eat as you get at least 2 to 3 servings of fruit.
And fiber.
It's called a Banana Blueberry Smoothy.
I'm calling it a Barney Blueberry.
Hurray~~~
Thank you Martha Stewart and the folks at EveryDay Food Magazine.
See I can cook.
Sorta.
,
.
Smile
.
I talked to my mom.
She and my dad are coming to see the boat.
This makes me so happy.
I am "over the moon" with happy.
.
I talked to my mom.
She and my dad are coming to see the boat.
This makes me so happy.
I am "over the moon" with happy.
.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
And that's how it happened...
.
...that this cranky writter found freedom...
Sweet Freedom
My boat.
It is lovely.
It's a beautiful thing.
My boat she is happy.
Sings freedom to me.
When the world it is dark.
When people they lie.
When it seems like the end.
I hear her cry,
"There are wings on your feet.
There is hope in your eyes.
There is wind off your bow.
On the water you fly.
Take heart in the freedom.
This gift from the sky.
Take the helm.
Take heart --"
Then the wind picks up
And we're off.
10/19/10
Ann
.
.
...that this cranky writter found freedom...
Sweet Freedom
My boat.
It is lovely.
It's a beautiful thing.
My boat she is happy.
Sings freedom to me.
When the world it is dark.
When people they lie.
When it seems like the end.
I hear her cry,
"There are wings on your feet.
There is hope in your eyes.
There is wind off your bow.
On the water you fly.
Take heart in the freedom.
This gift from the sky.
Take the helm.
Take heart --"
Then the wind picks up
And we're off.
10/19/10
Ann
.
.
Friday, October 15, 2010
The eagle has landed...
.
Or rather my boat is out of the water.
Hurray. This morning I took photos of the boat. It looks good. I can remember before I didn't have this boat thinking that it would not be possible. Then this past year when it seemed like I would never actually get to work on it but now I'm actually getting the boat situated.
As soon as the mast was down, I closed my eyes, said thank you to God, and then began editing photos. Lots of work to do. I'm going to try to get a boat blog. Hopefully will post photos. There are some really good action shots and excellent photos of the marina.
I can rest easy tonight.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...
The dogs are barking. Gotta get dog food for them and sort stuff out for the coming week. Finally a "to do" list that is happy.
.
Hugs if anyone is reading this.
.
Y
Or rather my boat is out of the water.
Hurray. This morning I took photos of the boat. It looks good. I can remember before I didn't have this boat thinking that it would not be possible. Then this past year when it seemed like I would never actually get to work on it but now I'm actually getting the boat situated.
As soon as the mast was down, I closed my eyes, said thank you to God, and then began editing photos. Lots of work to do. I'm going to try to get a boat blog. Hopefully will post photos. There are some really good action shots and excellent photos of the marina.
I can rest easy tonight.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...
The dogs are barking. Gotta get dog food for them and sort stuff out for the coming week. Finally a "to do" list that is happy.
.
Hugs if anyone is reading this.
.
Y
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Pass the salad dressing...
.
Today was a good day.
It wasn't the day that I'd planned because if it had been I'd have been meeting the guy from the bug extermination company. Instead I got to meet some of the most interesting people AND began the process to haul my boat out of the water.
I. Am. So. Happy.
And scared.
Boats are made to be in the water. Like hippos, boats in the water are so graceful.
On land? I don't want to think about all of the things that could go wrong. I'm like the expectant father to this process. I'm praying that all will go well.
Got to get sleep. Tomorrow will come soon. Lots to do.
Hugs
PS
(I just like the video, Gentle Reader. That's the beginning, middle, and end of it. If you're name is Julia or you like sailing? Hurray. But not to worry, as I said, this isn't about a person. I just like the song. Like this one two
)
Stevie Ray Vaughn
.
Today was a good day.
It wasn't the day that I'd planned because if it had been I'd have been meeting the guy from the bug extermination company. Instead I got to meet some of the most interesting people AND began the process to haul my boat out of the water.
I. Am. So. Happy.
And scared.
Boats are made to be in the water. Like hippos, boats in the water are so graceful.
On land? I don't want to think about all of the things that could go wrong. I'm like the expectant father to this process. I'm praying that all will go well.
Got to get sleep. Tomorrow will come soon. Lots to do.
Hugs
PS
(I just like the video, Gentle Reader. That's the beginning, middle, and end of it. If you're name is Julia or you like sailing? Hurray. But not to worry, as I said, this isn't about a person. I just like the song. Like this one two
)
Stevie Ray Vaughn
.
Monday, October 11, 2010
I was reading another blog when I saw the post...
.
Ah the road not taken.
The one you don't take because of responsibilities to yourself and others.
I've marveled at the folks who could pull up their "roots" and travel half way across the world in a boat with kids and and pets in tow. They see the world not with indifference but with a total lack of all the terrible things that could happen. "How could they do this and subject themselves to ..." then follows the list of all the things that "responsible grownups" should avoid.
"Hello. My name is AuthorAnn and I am a responsible adult who avoided all manner of possible dangers to self for the sake of my family. Those possibilities that I didn't foresee were helpfully pointed out by other family members who, while they were off doing all manner of daring things, made sure that I was tucked away safe. Kind of like a chair in storage. Always safe and ready to be "sat on" when the whim occurred. It's been one year since I've decided that maybe that wasn't the best thing to do. Lucky for me? I lived to tell the tale.
"Welcome, Author Ann."
You can wait. I did. I stayed in the same place for many years.
But.
If I could do it over again? I'd take Pup out onto the water as soon as I knew that he could hold on and think for himself. How could he learn that he could meet the unexpected and thrive? Who'd teach him this? We'd sure have had a better time than all the "responsibility".
There's a difference between the well lived life remembered and the regrets of the road not or no longer taken.
I'm taking my family with me.
Before it's too late and I get too old to do so.
Hugs,
Ann
.
Ah the road not taken.
The one you don't take because of responsibilities to yourself and others.
I've marveled at the folks who could pull up their "roots" and travel half way across the world in a boat with kids and and pets in tow. They see the world not with indifference but with a total lack of all the terrible things that could happen. "How could they do this and subject themselves to ..." then follows the list of all the things that "responsible grownups" should avoid.
"Hello. My name is AuthorAnn and I am a responsible adult who avoided all manner of possible dangers to self for the sake of my family. Those possibilities that I didn't foresee were helpfully pointed out by other family members who, while they were off doing all manner of daring things, made sure that I was tucked away safe. Kind of like a chair in storage. Always safe and ready to be "sat on" when the whim occurred. It's been one year since I've decided that maybe that wasn't the best thing to do. Lucky for me? I lived to tell the tale.
"Welcome, Author Ann."
You can wait. I did. I stayed in the same place for many years.
But.
If I could do it over again? I'd take Pup out onto the water as soon as I knew that he could hold on and think for himself. How could he learn that he could meet the unexpected and thrive? Who'd teach him this? We'd sure have had a better time than all the "responsibility".
There's a difference between the well lived life remembered and the regrets of the road not or no longer taken.
I'm taking my family with me.
Before it's too late and I get too old to do so.
Hugs,
Ann
.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Lactose intollerance my a$$
.
Here I sit.
The only thing that stands (or sits) between me and total olfactory melt down is a kitchen stool.
If I'm right?
I'll only fart in humiliation.
But if I'm wrong?
I'm going to have "chocolate pudding" pants.
Intestinal flu is the worst.
Going to watch the Rockford Files.
Love,
Grammy
.
Here I sit.
The only thing that stands (or sits) between me and total olfactory melt down is a kitchen stool.
If I'm right?
I'll only fart in humiliation.
But if I'm wrong?
I'm going to have "chocolate pudding" pants.
Intestinal flu is the worst.
Going to watch the Rockford Files.
Love,
Grammy
.
Hmmf
.
You know what.
If I don't get a comment on this blog pretty soon?
I'm going to make up another blog and have that fictious person comment here.
At least if I'm going to be talking to myself it will look like an actually conversation.
:-/
Or ?
You could say hello, Gentle Reader.
After today I could use a friend.
People here are cranky.
:D
.
You know what.
If I don't get a comment on this blog pretty soon?
I'm going to make up another blog and have that fictious person comment here.
At least if I'm going to be talking to myself it will look like an actually conversation.
:-/
Or ?
You could say hello, Gentle Reader.
After today I could use a friend.
People here are cranky.
:D
.
And one more thing...
.
Never.
Ever.
Ever.
Refer to the cheese on a pizza as toe cheese. Especially if it's your very hungry roomate's pizza.
I didn't know their face could get that colour red.
Off to listen to I Spy reruns through my next door neighbor's window as I do hard physical work out of doors. I would have watched it too but for my roommate who seems to be angry.
Plus they're watching Sports Center.
I know. I don't care either.
LOL
.
.
Never.
Ever.
Ever.
Refer to the cheese on a pizza as toe cheese. Especially if it's your very hungry roomate's pizza.
I didn't know their face could get that colour red.
Off to listen to I Spy reruns through my next door neighbor's window as I do hard physical work out of doors. I would have watched it too but for my roommate who seems to be angry.
Plus they're watching Sports Center.
I know. I don't care either.
LOL
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Helpful household hints from GoatHerderBoy
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Hint # 356
Never put iced tea into a hot mug that you just got out of the dishwasher.
It will break from thermal expansion.
Please note:
Apparently it's wrong to test the theory of thermal expansion on your roomate's favorite football mug.
They don't really care about the wonder of science.
All they care about is that there better be another beer mug in the cabinet and a case of beer in the fridge on Saturday or someone will be in big trouble.
Tends to make them mad.
That is all.
Oh and Old Miss (or is it Mississippi State (I forget) no longer has a mascot.
I know, I don't care either but it is true.
Their future replacement mascot might be "the land shark."
Again? I know I don't care either.
The thing is you shouldn't say what I did when I heard it.
Saying, "What the feck is a landshark and what does it have to do with football in Mississippi?"
also tends to piss people off. There's all this upset monologue about this player who put his hand on his head and called it a fin and himself a "landshark". Then it gets worse when you say, "So?" and they beginng telling the story of how -- it's just not worth it. It really isn't.
Especially if you've just used their football mug as a science experiment.
(PS Hurray Hurray it's Thursday and TBBT is on. "Bazzzinga!)
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Hint # 356
Never put iced tea into a hot mug that you just got out of the dishwasher.
It will break from thermal expansion.
Please note:
Apparently it's wrong to test the theory of thermal expansion on your roomate's favorite football mug.
They don't really care about the wonder of science.
All they care about is that there better be another beer mug in the cabinet and a case of beer in the fridge on Saturday or someone will be in big trouble.
Tends to make them mad.
That is all.
Oh and Old Miss (or is it Mississippi State (I forget) no longer has a mascot.
I know, I don't care either but it is true.
Their future replacement mascot might be "the land shark."
Again? I know I don't care either.
The thing is you shouldn't say what I did when I heard it.
Saying, "What the feck is a landshark and what does it have to do with football in Mississippi?"
also tends to piss people off. There's all this upset monologue about this player who put his hand on his head and called it a fin and himself a "landshark". Then it gets worse when you say, "So?" and they beginng telling the story of how -- it's just not worth it. It really isn't.
Especially if you've just used their football mug as a science experiment.
(PS Hurray Hurray it's Thursday and TBBT is on. "Bazzzinga!)
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