Friday
Fuggedaboutit Friday
Thursday
two little lists
one reason why the British version of "The Office" is better
Wednesday
heard and said today
about 8 :30 am at Target between a few stock people (women)
#1: So, if you had to choose between me and your ex wife, who would you pick?
answer by #2 (female, I'm assuming this was a hypothetical question presented to her) inaudible but the word "depends" may have been used
#1: Well, my boyfriend's ex wife comes over all the time, just walks right in like she owns the place and starts taking things without even saying hi.
...more inaudible banter...
#3: Do they have kids together?
#1: No, see, that's the thing. You think I should break up with him, don't you?
#3: No, not necessarily but you should talk to him about it and it may take awhile but it will probably change. It sounds like he's just lazy.
#2 has dropped out of this entirely, and who can blame her? Anyone who knows me knows how much I wanted to chime in. Perhaps if I'd consumed my Starbucks before coming upon the situation she would have gotten an earful of why she's an idiot to even entertain the thought of sticking with the clown.
SAID:
about 10:05 am at McDonald's drive thru as I was wanting a salad
speaker: Good Morning, welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order?
me: is it still breakfast?
speaker: yes, it's breakfast until 10:30
me: gross
I'd had my coffee.
celebs
I couldn't have been more ill the night Kevin and Fifi took me to their show in Redbank, NJ (is that right or is it "Red Bank"? Redbank makes it look like Redneck) but I liked it.
Monday
a tip of the hat to Tipton/Co at The Cove
Monday's Menu
Saturday
Friday
the phrase that doesn't pay
And now for my least favorite overused phrase from "the office" I used to work in, "happy Friday". EVERY FRIDAY some jackass would yap that around the office as if somehow working there the fifth consecutive day was a good thing. Saturday and Sunday were days off, now that was happy.*
*That is, unless you were required to do mandatory overtime in which case you would break even financially between the lousy lunch from the worst Arby's on earth (only place open) and parking in the garage because who the devil wants to drive around looking for street parking?
Fuggedaboutit Friday
Fuggedabout sitting down to a hill of chocie sannie cookies, I like biscotti, aka doorstops. I specifically like Nonni's lemon (limone), therefore I do not keep them in the house.
first image from tastingmenu.com
Thursday
things I like VII
Is this the first thing I like that isn't a beverage? It's The Boon Oval Animal Bag. Must. Have. It costs a bit (check Amazon, etc.) but this thing holds stuffed animals all in one place and is functional as a "chair". It seems very sturdy and holds a lot of animals (we have about 20 good sized ones in ours and could easily add 10+ more). The photo above is from the site, we haven't gone and adopted anyone.
Wednesday
The goocher that's got me...
We went to Target to take something back today (and bring a few things home, how could I not?)...I was ordering my Starbucks and recognized the cry from yesterday, the same woman was there with her children. This time she was yelling at the older boy, I wanted to throw up from the sadness of it all. By appearances, nothing seems to be going right for these people and that's as nice as I can be about it.
Here's the goocher...the stores are about 30 miles away from each other.
P.S. to the greeter at Walmart: You may want to consider locking the door of the family restroom near layaway when you're doing your business in there...just saying.
Monday
Monday's Menu
Sunday
note
Saturday
moron the weather
What? This is just the beginning of this poem, you can click the picture for more if you really want to. It's like reading the menu from Cracker Barrel.
WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Friday
whatever about the weather
Thursday
the only way to fly (with a toddler)
I hooked Char's car seat onto this Magna Cart Personal Handtruck using the latch tether straps/hooks (pulled tight) and was able to cruise around the airports with ease. We found ours on Amazon for $30. It requires going through a bit of sh!t with security (some of our TSA agents are nicer than some of our other TSA agents) but is well worth it when one needs to get from gate A1 to gate G99 in a hurry. Recommend this to your friends with toddlers.
Wednesday
Signs of the South
The future is in Charlotte, NC (I wish, it's really nice there)
The aliens now land at the beautiful furniture mall in Hickory and what can I say about the word "git" other than to give you a definition from the peevish.co.uk British slang dictionary?
git: Noun. An idiot or contemptible person. Derived from 'get'.
list & note
list found by Kelly & Jake of the Nutshell and notes on wrestling found in front of the comic book store in Shelby, NC
song stuck in my head today
Song: Nothing I Can Do About It Now
I've got a long list of real good reasons
For all the things I've done
I've got a picture in the back of my mind
Of what I've lost and what I've won
I've survived every situation
Knowing when to freeze and when to run
And regret is just a memory written on my brow
And there's nothing I can do about it now.
I've got a wild and a restless spirit
I held my price through every deal
I've seen the fire of a woman's scorned
Turn her heart of gold to steal
I've got the song of the voice inside me
Set to the rhythm of the wheel
And I've been dreaming like a child
Since the cradle broke the bow
And there's nothing I can do about it now.
Running through the changes
Going through the stages
Coming round the corners in my life
Leaving doubt to fate
Staying out too late
Waiting for the moon to say goodniight
And I could cry for the time I've wasted
But that's a waste of time and tears,
And I know just what I'd change
If went back in time somehow
But there's nothing I can do about it now
Running through the changes
Going through the stages
Coming round the corners in my life
Leaving doubt to fate
Staying out too late
Waiting for the moon to say goodniight
And I could cry for the time I've wasted
But that's a waste of time and tears
And I know just what I'd change
If went back in time somehow
But there's nothing I can do about it now.
I'm forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow
And there's nothing I can do about it now
from cowboylyrics.com
Tuesday
Sunday
Things I like VI
Saturday
dinner was a winner
Now they don’t allow no frown inside,
Leave them by the door.
There’s apple brandy by the keg,
And sawdust on the floor.
So if you’ve got a hankering’,
I’ll tell you where to go,
Just look for the busted neon sign
That flashes....Ea A Oh’s
~The Folksmen, A Mighty Wind