just a thought...

so i was throwing around the idea of blogging again. i miss it. i can be kinda funny sometimes, you know? and occasionally stuff happens in my life that i want to share. maybe i will give this a whirl again.

am i being too critical?

so i move back to missouri. that's cool. it's a beautiful place. fall is fabulous, spring is the best, summer could be a little drier, and snow in winter is minimal. so i guess i have no complaints about the weather.

i also have a great job working with some great people! i work with adults with disabilities and some days it is such a hoot! they are so honest and untouched by the frivolous cares of the world. i just love them. nope. no complaints about the job.

okay, here goes. i was in walmart the other night and made some observations. i don't want to be too critical but i know dang well this town is full of dentists. mine and my family's teeth are very important to me. oral hygeine around here begins before you have teeth.

so...could it be that teeth are now considered optional?

????

is it possible to actually, factually physically die from total, life altering embarrassment?

hmm...just wondering.

ugh...

so while the rest of you have been either enjoying being part of the black friday blitz or wallowing in your leftovers, i on the other hand, have been up since about 1:32 am (i looked) puking my brains out. nice, huh? no.

i swear i think i am going to die. i don't know what's wrong with me. no fever. just lots and lots of throwing up. i have been lying in bed for most of the day in the fetal position waiting for the grim reaper of death to silently take me.

i think i scared him away with all my wretching.

um...yeah...

you might be a red neck if...

when your neighbors wake up early on a saturday morning and walk out their front door to be greeted with the lovely site of a dead deer hanging upside down from their basketball hoop. can you say nasty?

um...yeah.

grrrr...

you know when your kids act like you have no idea what the heck you're doing?! it makes me sooooooooooooo crazy. i don't care if i know what i'm doing or not! i am the mom. i am in charge around here. ggrrrr.

hmmm...

conversation that took place over 17 years ago between a very tall guy (6'5") and a very short girl (4'11") during that difficult 'pre-dating' phase of the relationship...

her: (trying to break the ice) so, you're really tall.

him: (only mildly annoyed with hearing the same comment that every
person he has ever met has said to him!) yep

her: (still trying to break that ice) so, do you play basketball?

him: (still only mildly annoyed) uh no, do you play miniature golf?

and you know, for a minute i seriously considered never speaking to him again. but i got over it. a long time ago. today we celebrate our 17th wedding anniversary! happy anniversary big guy.