Archive for February, 2009

This Is Wrong

Hey Mister…yes you.  The guy who was on the treadmill next to me at the Y about an hour ago.  You ran 5+ miles while I was on the Elliptical/StairStepper/New sorta contraption that I really like….

Anyway, you looked the kinda guy that was probably raised right.  You probably have a good job.  I imagine when you’re dressed and ready for Sunday School and all, you probably clean up good. 

Why in the HELL did you walk away from the treadmill and not spray the stuff and wipe it down? What’s the matter with you? 

I thought for sure you went to find a cloth and would come back and wipe it off but you di-int. 

That is wrong.

This unsuspecting lady came up a little bit later to get on the treadmill after you left and I warned her of the Gross Guy That Was On Before.  She thanked me profusely.

I will remember you next time I see you cause of the weird way you hold your hands when you run.

You should know better.

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FGF-Cornbread and Butterbeans

Friday again?  That means we have to feel good.  Oh kids….you are gonna feel good after this.

I am in love.  Don’t get all excited now.  There’s not a new feller in my world or nothing like that.  But I have done gone and fallen in love with the Carolina Chocolate Drops.  I’ve been hearing of them here and there for awhile and somehow, haven’t seen them or heard them…until this week.  I am obsessed. 

Bet you haven’t heard any good kazoo playing in awhile, have you?  Have you ever heard any good kazoo playing?  Well, you’re a’fittin to:

How fun is that??? I think you need some Cornbread and Butterbeans to go with your Memphis Shakedown.

I Think They Miss Me

Late yesterday afternoon, there was a knock on my door.  I was thinking that maybe it was the X with #2.   Tara was coming over to my Cross-The-Way-Neighbor’s to do something and I figured he was bringing the boy by. 

I opened the door and it was Tara.  She has been sickly the last couple days with the Crud but even so, she looked so cute.  She had on one of her signature Hoodies and this cute hat I’d never seen her wear before.  She had this little smile on her face that I haven’t seen in awhile. 

It is well documented that I am as nutty as a Snickers and I’m sure she would deny it but there was something in her smile that said she was glad to see me and maybe she thought for a second about hugging me like she used to do when she was a little thing and she was so attached to me. (Tara, if you’re reading this, just let me dream, ok?)

Then, later last night, I took Tara back to her Dad’s.  Drove in the driveway and #2 was jumping on the trampoline.  (#2 during his Trampoline Jumps is one of the funnest things in the world to watch)  I walked over to the trampoline and hugged him around his legs.  He said “Mom…you’re suffocating my legs.”  Heh.

Went inside to say hi to the Manchild.  He was sitting at the computer, holding his guitar…he was sickly with the Crud last week so I was glad to see him sitting upright.  Everytime I saw him last week, he was lying prostrate making horrendous nasal/bronchial sounds. 

I went back outside to leave and #2 was still jumping on the rampoline.  He had the EXACT same little grin on his face that his sister had earlier when she appeared at my door.  The exact same one!

I said “#2…you are glad to see me aren’t ya?”  He was trying  not to bust into a huge smile because he is 10 and is trying really hard to not be My Baby Boy anymore.  I told him Tara was glad to see me eariler and he asked “What about Tyler?”  I said “Well, I’m sure he was thrilled on the inside but he never turned around and looked at me.”
This made #2 laugh and it did me.

It made me warm and fuzzy.

Babies and Psychos

I am so disturbed by this story that that crazy nutjob girl in California who has all those kids has been offered to star in a porn movie.  To the tune of one million dollahs. 

I have to let that fall on me for a moment…..falling….falling…..falling…..

It just won’t settle on me. 

I’m counting the days until DCS swoops in mercifully and takes those kids away from her.  The hospital is already saying they aren’t so sure the tots should go to that house. 

I don’t know, y’all.  I just don’t know.  

I am not a psychiatrist but I can tell by that ol’ girl’s eyes that her elevator does not go all the way to the top.

Oh and look….she has a website!  Maranatha!

Speaking of crazy, while y’all were watching people standing up and sitting down over and over while the President spoke last night, I was watching such upscale viewing like the show on TLC about those psychos nice folks in Arkansas that can’t stop procreating.  I don’t watch them regularly but every once in awhile I have to catch up with all the goings on at the Duggars.

Their son is engaged.  He and his Intended are a cute little couple but they have not even kissed.  Because, you know, kissing leads to naughty parts tingling and we can’t have that.  They kept talking to this horny boy and he was saying over and over how it’s the “Right Thing” for him and his little lady to wait til their wedding day to kiss.  Like he’s trying to convince himself of this.

Then Maw Duggar and Paw Duggar (talk about HORNY) are saying that they want their kids to avoid the pitfalls and stuff that dating can bring.  In fact, Michelle had boyfriends BEFORE the illustrious Jim Bob.  Jim Bob went on to say that Mrs. D. had a lot of  “baggage” from that. 

What kind of baggage???  I want to know. 

I did think it was sweet that Michelle was caring so sweetly for her very ill father in law but there was part of me that feared when the cameras were off, she turned into Kathy Bates in Misery.

The best part though was Jim Bob and Michelle in San Francisco in Haight Ashbury,  looking at bongs.  That is great television.

I miss the days when we had NORMAL crazy people on tv.  Like Susan Powter. 

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B-O-R-E-D

While I wait for the final confirmation of whether I am officially hired (assuming no illicit drugs show up in my test, ya know) I don’t ever remember being as bored as I am now.

Because of the whole “Unemployment” status, I can’t be running around lunching, shopping and what-not everyday. All my friends are employed during the day. I’m not one of those School Moms that can be of any use to the school other than to maybe monitor the cafeteria and pass out napkins. (#2’s school has people who do this. It makes me laugh. I don’t know why. Nothing wrong with actually doing that but anyway…)

Daytime television is as horrid as ever. I don’t watch soaps. I catch a few minutes of one here and there but it’s not because of my being sucked into the story but seeing people like Tad on All My Children and being amazed at how he doesn’t look like the Tad of my youth. Then, I’m reminded that was like 1982 when I watched that show. Holy. Crap.

My house is clean. Ok. except for that need-to-clean-the-fridge thing. I’m gonna do that here in a minute.

Chris had sent me a link to a funny blog the other day and I realized that I’m kinda behind on funny blogs.

So, Internets, help me here….direct me to some blogs that I don’t know of that will make me  laugh out loud.  I haven’t been up on lotsa blogs other than my regular ones so while I’m cleaning the refrigerator…post some blog addresses in the comments section, would ya?

Help a bored girl out.

If this thing doesn’t pan out, I am so serious that Golden Arches may be in my future.  I was not cut out for this!

Lovin’ The Louvins

After that startling revelation yesterday about the state of Kenny Chesney’s bald head, I figured a Tuesday with a little bit of Louvin wouldn’t hurt nobody’s feelings any.  

Not a ton of live, Louvin Brothers footage out there, which is quite sad.  The good news is that the influence of the Louvins is something that I’m not sure can be adequately measured.  Case in point, our favorite Emmylou would probably not be in country music had it not been for that little mix tape Gram Parsons made for her that had some Louvins on it.  Pretty mind-blowing, isn’t it?

This footage of Charlie, Emmy and Vern Gosdin is from “Nashville Now” in about 1987. I remember watching this live and I “taped” it on the VCR (that sounds almost primitive to say, doesn’t it?) and I musta watched this of them singing “Love and Wealth” a billion times.

Interesting thing about the Louvins is that they  came from the same little area in Alabama that produced Vestal Goodman and some of the guys in Alabama. Must be something in the water down there around Sand Mountain that could produce the vocal power of an Ira Louvin and Vestal Goodman, ya know? (Ironically, Vern and Emmylou were both born in Alabama)

Ol’ Charlie’s still at it at the ripe, young age of 81.  He’s not known for his exactly “sunny” disposition.  He insulted me good one time backstage at the Opry and I didn’t know what hit me. I was a young newlywed and was totally mortified.  I don’t guess he MEANT to humiliate me like that….oh, sure he did!  HAR

I had a tshirt that had this wonderful album cover photo on it.  I only wore it once because I got strange looks from people who musta thought I was a Satan worshipper or something.  I believe the tshirt is safely housed at the X’s house and is worn by him.  I actually had this album, or my Dad had it in his collection.  I may still have it…not sure.

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I’ve been on a major Louving kick on the Ipod lately….not much better listening than this.

Phone The Neighbors, Wake The Kids…

It must be a really slow newsday today.  Why?  Because Channel 4’s TOP newstory this afternoon is the breaking story that Kenny Chesney is comfortable with being bald

Well, praise the Lord and pass the Afro Sheen.  I’m sure the billionty other bald fellers will feel a WHOLE lot better about themselves now since Kenny’s ok with it.

I happen to think bald is very hot.  I do not, however, think Kenny Chesney is hot.