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.