Thursday Ramblings

I bought another black and white top yesterday.

I am a wee bit too old to be emo.

I do have the pale complexion for it.

I went to the doctor today and

I have lost 10 pounds!!

So I promptly went and ate a chicken fried steak

and of course...gravy.

Stop looking at me like that.

I was sick all afternoon.

And sleepy...oh so sleepy.

But we had a blast sending M2 pictures

of the cheese rolls.

She just came in and told me that she was revoking

my day off.

She did not think it was funny as we did.

I went next door to the thrift store on Wednesday.

The lady that works there was tearing pages 

out of a book.

One page at at time.

Then she was tearing each pages into

eight little pieces.

She said that the book was demonic.

I asked how she knew....

She said she saw a pic on the cover and it scared her

and so that was how she knew.

She said *How could anyone ANYONE

donate anything like that HERE?*

 I so wish I could remember the name of the book.

The author was Camile something or other.

I wanted to tell the lady

you really ought to be worrying about

what people are doing on those couches

before they get donated.

I think Rach donated the book.

For reals.

Even though I am really sick at my stomach

 I want a white cupcake 

with white icing.

But I know it would make me barf.

Emo barf.

I miss the rain

and how it smells.

I wonder if I will recognize it

when we finally get some.

I don't know if we ever will.

But I bet emo barf has colors to it

so mine would be more Goth barf.

We talked about poor decisions when

you drink

in class tonight.

We also talked about child support, one night stands, intimacy problems

and condoms in class tonight.

I think it is important to be able to talk about those things as an adult.

And then someone said 

social lubricant

and we all busted out laughing.

It was like we were 6 and someone said butt.

I love my job.

I get to go to lunch tomorrow with my mom and Camille.

Then I get to stay the night with the grands.

I may just draw little mustaches on them

while they sleep.

I have such a sweet life.

I am momdy hear me roar.

I have stopped getting my nails done

because I would rather have

gas in the CRV.

Now my hands look like

dirty troll hands.

They would have to have

chipped black polish

to complete the emo look.

I really miss blogging.

I have begun to really like

flying pigs.

I have several in my office.

~laffin~

Maybe that is saying a lot about me.

I hope Kate is happier than

Diana was.

Do you remember when

We used to pop popcorn on the stove?

And their used to be cabooses?

And the guy in the caboose would wave??

Wow that was a long time ago.

I wish I had been 

a better mom.

And now I am tired.

I need to pack to go see my boys.

And I packed markers.

I am going to kiss them all

and be a better momdy.

I promise.

Especially if there might be brisket involved.