"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Friday, November 27, 2009

friday Fragments

Limited fragments today as I'm suffering from Drowning Turkey Brain. Which is this season's replacement of my year-round Mad Cow Brain. Next month it will be Jingle Brain. Little bells filling up the holes in my head causing relentless ringing. "All the noise noise noise noise." Looking forward to a whole mess of Grinch-y quotes in the coming weeks...

So without further ado...


courtesy of Mrs 4444



Mia announced the other day, "Anissa acts like she's a fruit cocktail." Anissa is Mia's nemesis. Her arch enemy. I think as little girls, we all have an arch enemy at some point in our elementary school years. I have no idea what that statement means, though. But it was totally random and very funny in it's obtuseness.

Don't ever think that politically liberal and bigot are mutually exclusive. They're not. I know a lady who loves Obama, but says he's not black. She wants health care reform, but complains about families on medicaid. She has an issue with Muslims and apologizes saying I'm sorry it's just how I feel. But I'm sure she considers herself liberal and open minded. Wow

Black Friday. I'm staying in. No way am I going out. Our Old Navy is opening at 3 a.m. And Walmart is open all night. So no one will get trampled this year. Insanity.

There's been a really funky smell in our car. Our car is always way beyond gross. But this smell is disturbing. It's not a gassy smell. Or a dead animal smell. It started out as a kind of cheesy smell. Which progressed to a yogurty smell. Which became a rotten cheesecake smell. And finally a spoiled milk vomit smell. Yum. I thought I found the culprit on Wednesday. A sippy cup yes some of my kids still drink certain things out of sippy cups because FUCK I don't want to cry over spilled milk thank you very much filled with very old, very solid, chocolate milk. FYI, I buy contraband raw milk. Raw meaning unpasturized. So when it turns, it turns BAD. I removed the offending sippy cup that contained something appearing more like chocolate pudding than chocolate milk. Whew. What a relief. Until yesterday morning when we got into the car and the offending smell was even more offensive. Yup. The chocolate milk apparently seeped into the upholstery and is continuing to rot. Gross. The kids were gagging the whole way down to Thanksgiving dinner. ICK

Can I just say, ambrosia is stupid good food. I can't believe anything with canned fruit and mini marshmallows can taste so amazing. Every time I took a bite, I laughed out loud in disbelief. And I loved the skeptical looks on the faces of polite eaters of all ages being replaced by looks of gustatorial rapture. And then the request for seconds please. If you're not familiar it's easy peasy lemon squeezy and stupidly yummy. Crushed pineapple, drained mandarine orange sections, shredded coconut, mini-marshmallows and whipped cream. I replaced the maraschino cherries with red grapes. The original recipe calls for Cool Whip but I couldn't bring myself to buy that. So I made my own whipped cream. You mix it all together, adjust proportions to your preference, and chill. Then you eat it right out of the bowl with a big spoon. Deelish.

This edition isn't so short anymore. Usually I work on Fridays, but I'm off today. This morning I was lamenting that I didn't take tomorrow off too. Well, it's only lunchtime and my head hurts from yelling and all I can think is thank god I'm working tomorrow. Sigh. Maybe if I hit the eject button and catapulted myself out of blogland and paid some attention to my kids it wouldn't seem like Lord of the Flies in here. OK. off for a walk in the woods and lunch and a 2$ movie. Wish me luck.


Hope you all enjoy this Black Friday.
uggh. the words alone trigger anxiety and aggravation.
amazing to me that some people love it.
Just showing my green Grinchiness, I guess.


12 comments:

  1. Oh, that sippy cup smell of evil. I'm so sorry.

    My MIL makes all sorts of things out of canned fruit and mini-marshmallows, and I'm always shocked to see that they are in fact...tasty.

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  2. I'm staying home, too. Mr.4444 just brought me a big plate of yum from last night's dinner. I hope you have some leftovers, too :)

    Glad you got to the bottom of the stink! I used to find solid milk all the time, in cups under the bed of my college roommate; she was such a pig. She also put pots and pans full of food in the fridge with no lids and showered daily but used no hygiene products (unless I was dumb enough to leave mine in there.) Needless to say, I moved out as soon as I could.

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  3. That woman is the reason I have problems with labels. People assume all liberals or conservatives think the same. We're all a little too unique for that!
    Happy FF!

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  4. I visit this local website. There is a heated discussion on how HORRIBLY DANGEROUS chocolate milk is and how only HORRIBLE TERRIBLE mom's give their kids chocolate milk. I proudly give my kids chocolate milk...glad to hear you do too.

    Here is the link to the thread.
    http://stlouis.momslikeme.com/members/JournalActions.aspx?g=1135276&m=8542699

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  5. I'm so sorry that your bad smell couldn't be fixed as easily as mine. Since I got rid of the rotten mouse, all is well. A Thanksgiving Miracle! I'm so grateful to my dogs for finding it for me and leaving it where I could see it.
    Black Friday- right. Like anyone in the world needs that shit enough to go out before dawn to hit the stores. WHAT THE FUCK!!!????
    Ambrosia- Oh. Yes. Every kind of good in there. Do you ever add peanuts?

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  6. I love that stuff-but we use sour cream instead of whipped cream (i had a terrible, terrible experience with the kind YOU are talking about, and I have never, eve recovered. There is a REASON gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins!), and add marshamallows. So, I guess it isn't even close to the same thing, but-still.

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  7. Happy belated 100th post! That's quite a milestone. I think I'm closing in on it, too.

    I am so impressed with your html color skills on "fruit cocktail" in today's post. THAT takes some effort!!!

    ~Elizabeth
    http://confessionsfromaworkingmom.blogspot.com

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  8. I haven't had ambrosia in a LONG time! I think I'm going to have to make some just for fun. :)

    The stink in your car must drive you nuts - hopefully you'll be able to finish ridding the upholstery of the rotten chocolate milk. And hopefully since the kids had to gag on the smell all the way to Thanksgiving dinner, they'll think twice about leaving a cup in the car! ;)

    I just say No to Black Friday... ;)

    Happy FF! :)

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  9. my car smells like shit. actual human shit. and it probably is.

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  10. My car is, in my children's opinion, their personal landfill. I have had to track down many a foul odor in the past 8 years...and none of them were good news.

    And a girl who acts like she's fruit cocktail? Totally sinister. Absolutely.

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  11. When people say "I'm sorry, that's just how I feel" I want to punch them. Hard. In the face.

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  12. Your second paragraph is amazing. Why is it that some people seem incapable of self-reflection?

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