Good afternoon everybody! Hey, sorry about the not posting about camping thing. I’ve been really busy, what with the breathing and walking and all of the one foot in front of the otherness and stuff. Oh, & also I’ve been trying to recuperate from camping and getting the girls set up to be miserable & bored over summer break, etc.I really don’t have excessive amounts of things for this entry, because it’s really more of a ‘get the little bottles off of the page’, “Hello, y’all!” kind of thing, which is unspeakably boring, isn’t it? But, you know, if I think about it, I bet before I am finished writing all of these words down, something will remind me of something else, and then I will go off on a tangent and we will all be treated to a story about how I fell down or said something inappropriate or saw someone naked. Because that is just how I roll. You maybe noticed.
Anyway! SO, here is the latest, in no particular order, and also I am hungry, but nobody can help me there, because the only thing I have here at work (shhhhhhh!) is peanuts that I have to shell myself & as you can probably imagine it’s not so easy to “work” & shell peanuts at the same time. Nor is it very professional. Because I obviously worry about that sort of thing.
1. For a variety of reasons, not the least of which stems from the fact that I have a teenaged daughter (hi!); I’ve started the summer off by buying lots frozen, microwavable organic foods that can be easily prepared, plan to incorporate Kool-Aid & 2 shower caps into my evening and have my car (NEW!: but more on that later) gassed up & ready to do excessive amounts of chauffeuring over the next few months [Note to self: Don't forget to stop by Cincinnati Mills to pick up Ashton & friend from the movies on your way home].
1(a). Did you know you could temporarily & brilliantly color your hair with Kool-Aid? Can.
1(b). About I got a new car. I GOT A NEW CAR!!! Which I shouldn’t have needed to do on account of I just bought my Tucson in ‘05. New. But since then I have had it back to the dealer probably 4 times for recalls and 2-3 times more for break-y stuff. Such as last week when I was driving along all unassuming-like when suddenly & without warning, it starts lunging & surging (which might actually mean the same thing, but for the purpose of my story, when said together, really drives home the jerky & not smooth driving that was going on.) So when Harold & I took it to drop it off for service [again] he we decided to go next door to look at cars because it fills Harold with unspeakable pleasure just being in the presence of cars take a peek at what they had on their lot that was not broken down. Again. Anyway, long story short, I fell in love with a zippy little number that I like to call “the Merlot Red Metallic Saab 9-3″ (!!!) I KNOW! It was so crazy! So impulsive! But I was all, “If you will take my broke-the-hell-down-again Tucson & can keep my payments below ‘this’ then you’ve got yourself a deal!” And they did. I’m so excited to have a stick again that the girls & I drove to … well, ok, we just drove last night. First the ruse was to “get teabags”, then we drove up to Harbin Park to watch the sunset & then we drove to Annie’s to boast show her the car. Did I tell you that the speedometer goes up to 160? Cause then it would probably also be a good idea to mention that it has 10 airbags.
2. Anyway. Not that you will ever trust my opinion again now that I eluded to the fact that I would be coloring my daughters hair with Kool-Aid, but I have to share something else now. So, pretty much my favorite singer/songwriter of the day, John Mayer, is coming to Cincinnati THIS MONTH! and I want to go. Need to go. This man is just unreasonably talented, and his lyrics will slay you, every time. If you haven’t heard his new CD [Continuum], I highly, HIGHLY recommend it, especially if you like pretty, yet blues-y music with incredible lyrics. At any rate – if you guys wanted to take a collection (QUICKLY!) to help offset the cost (Dag, I’ve already seen J-Tim this year! But hey, that was for Ashton’s birthday present, so it doesn’t count against me – except as far as our budget is concerned it – and then I suppose it does) then that would in no way be a bad thing and also if you felt so inclined, Jo is going with me and she’s all budgeted by freakin’ Dave Ramsey. And Ron. But seriously, go get the CD or listen to it at Borders or something & check out the “Stop this Train” song. That is my favorite song of ever. It’s about trying to slow life down and not wanting to see loved ones die and stuff! Ow! But, sooo good.
3. That’s all I’ve got, except for one funny thing I just remembered as I was typing (did I say that would happen? Did!), and which occurred while camping over Memorial Day weekend. See, we were playing cards and one of us farted, who wasn’t me, which prompted me to remember the unforgettable quote from Austin Powers from the scene in the hot tub when he farted & made bubbles then said to ‘Alotta Fachina’,
“Pardon me, I am not rude.
It was not me, it was my food.
It just came up to say, “Hello!”,
and now it’s gone back down below.”
To which Jo replied, “Is that Shel Silverstein?”
