Yes yes. At four in the morning I toss and turn, thinking of all the possible reasons why something is the way it is.
Take, for instance, the fact that since I've started carrying a purse, I'm called "ma'am" and "lady."
Doors are opened, and I'm not even showing cleavage. It's not to say it didn't happen before my brain was kidnapped by the purse carrying gnomes, it just happens more now.
Also, why is it spaghetti seems to taste better in a bowl as opposed to a plate? I actually think I know the answer to this one. Usually, when spaghetti is made and eaten off a plate, it's fresh. My momma (yes, my mother is a great cook. I'll take her food over anything else you'll throw at me, no matter who made it, how good you think it is, or how expensive it is. Mom food = the best food on the planet) oh crap. I completely forgot where that sentence was going. Anyway, I think the answer is in the timing. See, I eat it off a plate when it's fresh because it's dinner time. Even though we are a heathenish family, we've been known to use plates and silverware. I usually eat it out of a bowl as a midnight snack, lunch, or dinner the next night. After the flavors have had time to stew and blend and get yummified in the fridge. Which, right now it's the wonderous mom-food that I'm snacking on right now while blogging instead of sleeping.
Going back to the purse, why the hell do I have sooooo much crap in there? Looking through the contents you'd think I'd be ready to get stuck in the rain while reading a book with super small print, while simuteneously getting a migraine headache and having an irresitable urge to move the music files on the flash drive onto my computer while getting ready for a date , charge my mp3 player, manicure my nails and paint them *takes a breath* if I ever had a day like this, then I would have used everything or most everything that is in my purse at this moment.
GOD WHY? Who needs all that crap?
I do, apparently. Along with some Valium and a nice hot bath. I'll be ookies. ;)
Alright. Now that's out of my system, news. My moms doing better as far as her belly surgery. She's having her kidney operated on October 9th. So, if you would, even if you're just a passer-by of this blog, pray for her. Even if it's just hoping for a moment she's okay, it's human energy and inspiration sent in a positive direction. She can use good hopes, prayers, everything. Well, me too. And my dad. After being married to her for over 30 years, he's still crazy about her, and just looks lost and generally upset when she has been in the hospital. He'll sleep on the couch he misses her so much. Yeah, he's got it pretty bad for her.
Next up, I'm having some teeth taken out Wednesday. Pray for good drugs, eh? I'm kinda nervous about it. Not so much the pain. Just, teeth. Being taken out. But, I'll be in a lot less pain than what I've been experiencing the last few months. And, I'll be able to chew easier again. And, on both sides of my mouth, not just one! That's been my mantra lately. I'm excited about the results, just not too gun-hoe about the procedure.
Last time I had teeth taken out, I'd been shot with a bee bee gun and damn near bit the dentists finger off. I was 6.
Still have the bee bee lodged in the throat, too. Shows up on x-rays clear as day. How cool is that? Maybe one day I'll scan it and post it.
Take, for instance, the fact that since I've started carrying a purse, I'm called "ma'am" and "lady."
Doors are opened, and I'm not even showing cleavage. It's not to say it didn't happen before my brain was kidnapped by the purse carrying gnomes, it just happens more now.
Also, why is it spaghetti seems to taste better in a bowl as opposed to a plate? I actually think I know the answer to this one. Usually, when spaghetti is made and eaten off a plate, it's fresh. My momma (yes, my mother is a great cook. I'll take her food over anything else you'll throw at me, no matter who made it, how good you think it is, or how expensive it is. Mom food = the best food on the planet) oh crap. I completely forgot where that sentence was going. Anyway, I think the answer is in the timing. See, I eat it off a plate when it's fresh because it's dinner time. Even though we are a heathenish family, we've been known to use plates and silverware. I usually eat it out of a bowl as a midnight snack, lunch, or dinner the next night. After the flavors have had time to stew and blend and get yummified in the fridge. Which, right now it's the wonderous mom-food that I'm snacking on right now while blogging instead of sleeping.
Going back to the purse, why the hell do I have sooooo much crap in there? Looking through the contents you'd think I'd be ready to get stuck in the rain while reading a book with super small print, while simuteneously getting a migraine headache and having an irresitable urge to move the music files on the flash drive onto my computer while getting ready for a date , charge my mp3 player, manicure my nails and paint them *takes a breath* if I ever had a day like this, then I would have used everything or most everything that is in my purse at this moment.
GOD WHY? Who needs all that crap?
I do, apparently. Along with some Valium and a nice hot bath. I'll be ookies. ;)
Alright. Now that's out of my system, news. My moms doing better as far as her belly surgery. She's having her kidney operated on October 9th. So, if you would, even if you're just a passer-by of this blog, pray for her. Even if it's just hoping for a moment she's okay, it's human energy and inspiration sent in a positive direction. She can use good hopes, prayers, everything. Well, me too. And my dad. After being married to her for over 30 years, he's still crazy about her, and just looks lost and generally upset when she has been in the hospital. He'll sleep on the couch he misses her so much. Yeah, he's got it pretty bad for her.
Next up, I'm having some teeth taken out Wednesday. Pray for good drugs, eh? I'm kinda nervous about it. Not so much the pain. Just, teeth. Being taken out. But, I'll be in a lot less pain than what I've been experiencing the last few months. And, I'll be able to chew easier again. And, on both sides of my mouth, not just one! That's been my mantra lately. I'm excited about the results, just not too gun-hoe about the procedure.
Last time I had teeth taken out, I'd been shot with a bee bee gun and damn near bit the dentists finger off. I was 6.
Still have the bee bee lodged in the throat, too. Shows up on x-rays clear as day. How cool is that? Maybe one day I'll scan it and post it.
1 mindless chatters:
Always eat your spaghetti out of a bowl. That way you can eat it with just a fork and feel all Italian.
It helps to also hum La Dona e Mobile or O Sole Mio while setting the table.
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