RTT - Let's take a drive to the beach

I'm so lame I actually forgot to put the button on my Random Tuesday Thoughts. Then again I also forgot to mention that RTT is Random Tuesday Thoughts and that it host by Keely of the Un Mom fame. So like here's the button:

Head over to read all the craziness that is RTT at Keely's place.


I'm posting everything for the this week over the weekend. On Thursday I'm flying up to Chicago for the American Library Association annual conference. I'm planning 5 fun filled days of meetings, sessions, and professional networking. If life is good and the vendors are generous I'll be giving away books after the 16th.



JR and I were driving home from the beach in our 14 year old POS Mercury Sable

(hey, it's paid for). Here is a snippet of our conversation

JR: There's a Sable

Me: Uh uh (barely looking up from my book because damn It's a car).

JR: It's considerably newer than ours.

As we pass the car in question I notice that the driver is a very elderly woman (or it probably was, all I could really see were knuckles and white hair) and the passenger is a very very elderly and sleepy man. We passed the car because they were driving about 20 miles an hour under the speed limit as the elderly are want to do.

Me: OMG, we're driving a grandma and grandpa car!

JR: chuckling

Me: We need to buy a new car as soon as possible. What car screams "midlife crises" the loudest?

JR: Anything other than what we are driving. I think he heard what he wanted.



To the Brown Recluse Spider that bit The Boy on Saturday:


Are you proud of yourself? There he was sleeping in his own bed. Not threatening you at all but you had to go ahead a bite him anyway. You little F*&ker! Now, The boy is laying on my sofa, sucking down antihistamine and aspirin, and elevating the foot you bit. The whole right side of his body hurts, he can barely swallow because his tongue has swollen and the headache you inflicted is excruciating.

FYI, JR has sprayed around the whole house; inside and out. You and your buddies are done for. I am not feeling sorry for you. I hope your death is painful; you 8 legged bastard.

Signed,
The obviously over-protected and pissed off mother


I'm very conflicted I do not want to be a cooking blog. There are enough of those out there. Unfortunately, I have about 10 different recipe posts ready to be uploaded. About 4 times a week I make a dinner that qualifies as blog worthy. Since blogger hates me and will not allow me to add a page (or I'm too lazy too figure it out). I will have to start a whole new blog in order to post these on a separate page. I have resisted for a long time but I think I will have to get my own website and do some coding. I hate coding. Even something as easy as html. Coding makes me want to drink (shut up. Not everything makes me WANT to drink. Most of the time it's a choice).

My sister-in-law is from Peru which makes English her second language. It shows. Even after years of speaking English she makes the most wonderful mistakes. Her use of metaphors is legendary. Here's an example:

"He is so nice and so generous he'll take the shirt off your back."


Now, that is enough out of me; go on, read some of the other randomness over at Keely's shop. Or as my sister-in-law says: Spread out.

Love,
M