Yeah, Baby!

Oh yeah, gimme five. Uh-huh, oh yeah. Yeah, Baby! I just signed into my blog account on the second try. Oh yeah! Not the 10th try, not the 9th, not the I'm-gonna-hit-the-stupid-computer-
I-should-know-this'th try, but the second try. Oh yea. Mabe next time it will be the first try. Who's yo daddy?!?!?

That's right, after cleaning the moldy-since-July outside fridge, I seem to be very excitable about nothing in particular. I'm sure it has nothing to do with all the bleach fumes. My eyes do seem to be burning a bit, but I'm sure that's normal. Do Smurfs live at your house, too?

People. Aren't people so fabulously pathetic and interesting all at the same time? That's right, we had a library trip today. And we just happened to be there when Story Time was about to start. Against my better judgment, we stayed. It was painful.

About 18 little kids were ushered in, told to sit quietly, not move and not pick their noses (okay, they should have been told not to pick their noses!). Then the mock teacher started readying a bilingual story, with a lady who spoke Spanish translating after her. Blah blah blah. I found the hired employees of the 18 children rather interesting, myself. There was this one lady who would have fit perfectly into my upcoming 80's party: scrunchie in the hair, big bangs, neon colored jacket, irridescent sun glasses nestled against her boomerange bangs. Yes, she somehow didn't realize that 20 years have passed and that we now live in 2007. (This was alomst as bad as seeing a grandma in a mini-skirt....but not quite that bad.)

Anyway, this lady (let's call her the Braces-Lady, since she had such pretty braces with green bands in them--lovely), the Braces-Lady, was a real gem. I don't know just how much she was getting paid to work with these 18 children, but it obviously wasn't enough. I had to wonder if, perhaps, she was out on parole and somehow ended up working for the State taking care of children (sick and twisted but probably accurate). As I watched her interact with these kids, I envisioned a black, pointy cone-shaped hat on top of her head, a green wart on her nose (to match the bands in her braces, of course), and a tattered old broom out back as her source of transportation.

It made me sad. Very sad. It boggles my brain...why would you pay someone else to raise your child? And why would you pay someone to treat your child so disdainfully? I don't understand. The children suffer. The parents are ignorant and the Braces-Ladies of the world put another tick on the post, not understanding that they are shaping the lives of our worlds most precious resource--our children. No wonder society is one level above a pond of scum.

Scum...yes, that reminds me of the fridge in the garage. How colorful it was. Guests for Thanksgiving equals a clean fridge in the garage. I'm rather looking forward to Thanksgiving. Looks like we've got a total head count of 22. I might invite a few more. It's no good to be alone on the holidays, so we're opening the doors to our little (mold-free) world.

I'm soaking my turkey in brine this year. Never tried that before. Got a kickin' cranberry sauce recipe, too. Don't know where I'm going to find Black Current Liqueor in these parts, but I'm gonna die lookin'. Need a 5 gallon stock pot. Might have to break down and go buy one. Of course, I've got a 24 pound turkey, so I probably need a bigger pot than that. I might need to make a trip to Utah for that one.

3:00 PM. Mail time! What, oh what will the mailman bring me today? Mail! Mail! How I do love mail. Maybe I'll get some coupons so I can buy gallons and gallons of bleach!!! (Twitch, twitch.)