Things That Make You Go "Hmmmm"

I like things that make you go, "Hmmmmm."

Those are the things that really let you get to know a person, I think. The little odd quirks and kinks; places in people that aren't usually seen upon first glance, or even the second or third. I have a few myself:

I like to gorge (is that too strong of a word?... Nope!) myself every Wednesday afternoon at Idaho Pizza Company. Gorge, baby, gorge! I have been doing IF (intermittent fasting) lately, and let me tell ya--that's really cutting down on how much I can eat, as my stomach shrinks down to a healthy (i.e. normal) size. I think 10 slices of pizza was my all time high, then I had to finish it all off with a few of those cinnamon sticks. I totally skip the salad bar. I mean, why pay for runny salad dressing when you can load up on PIZZA? Totally doesn't make sense to me. I can't quite do 10 pieces anymore, though. I'm down to about 6 being my total maxed-out state of being. Bummer!

I love to gorge on Wednesday's because I'm normally not a gorge-er. That, and it's double punch Wednesday, so I do get, overall, a 20% savings. And, Wednesday is also the only day of the week that I drink pop. I get the perfect amount of ice, then give myself 25% Pepsi, then fill the glass the rest of the way up with Diet. It doesn't taste so dirty that way, and I'm not consuming massive calories--I save that for the pizza.

So there you have it, something to make you go, "Hmmmmm."

That, and I like Robin Eggs. The Easter candies. It's just something about the texture and the flavor that get me hooked like some crack addict, "Just one! Just one more!" Then POOF, the entire bag is gone. How does that happen? I think it has something to do with quantum physics.

Hmmmmmm.

I like to wear my cowgirl boots, especially now that they're broken in just perfect. Sometimes I wear my jammies, my boots and my hat. I think better that way. Don't know why. Either that or I've got a few screws loose. Sometimes I wear my cowgirl hat to unload the groceries. Don't ask me why, I just like to.

Hmmmmmmmmm.

I really do like my boots. Boots with attitude. A splash of sass. I was originally going to go for the brown ones with the pretty stitching, but thought they were a little too ordinary. It took me a while, (and I almost settled for brown with blue--a lighter shade of blue--) but then I found them, waiting patiently for our destinies to be intertwined; beckoning me to search the city over just to find them. Red with colorful stitching , squared toed, wing tipped, and begging to be on my feet. They are a thing of beauty. Only the uppers are red, the toe box is chestnut brown. I never thought almost $200 would come out of the checking account and onto my feet, but I'm glad it did (thank you!). There's nothing quite like having expensive inspiration on your feet. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Much like Wonder Woman and her fancy underware, I can do anything while in my boots.

Hmmm.

I'm gearing up for my country home. Just looked at a place tonight. If you were to compare the house to the palace I live in now, you'd say, "Why on earth would you want to move?" But there's just something about the view, the breeze, walking the land, and looking at the endless neighbors. Oh wait, there weren't any neighbors (just one)...that's right, baby! There was a nice hill nearby that beckoned for me to run it, and there was so much work to be done, I could salivate over giving the place a make-over. The place was ready for my cows and horses and goats and chickens, and yes, my Lacey dog. It even had fruit trees. Why anyone needs more than one apricot tree is news to me, but hey, to each his own, aye? .... Had a fireplace insert and a large dining room, which is always important to me, 5 bedrooms, a hideous purple kitchen, and a double deck that awaited a table and summer eatings; burgers fresh off the grill!. The place has potential. We'll see. We will see.

I wouldn't have to go to the gym anymore if I had a place like that. I'd be so busy working my butt off everyday whilst milking, gathering, planting, sweating; it'd be wonderful. No more boring dumbells and walking lunges or bent-over rows and flyes. Give me a hoe and a good pair of gloves and I've got myself a work out routine to get me ripped. Yeah baby.

Hmmmmmmm.

I'm tired. Supposed to watch a movie but don't know if I can make it. Tomorrow's Easter. One of my daughter's doesn't have white shoes to wear. Shhhhhhh. Don't tell the fashion police!! How could I sink so low?

Time to pass out.

Hmmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.