Holy Horseballs...

It's HOT.

Went to bed sometime in the vicinity of 11:00am, just got up a little bit ago. It's getting to be S.O.P. to put my hair up in a fat ponytail within minutes of consciousness. I always put it right on top of my head. I like the way it looks there, better than off the bottom of the back of my head. Besides, that way, it's no cooler, for some reason. This way, with it on top of my head-think Jeannie- not only do I get that cute "Pomeranian" look, it's also lots cooler. And, I can get the ponytail whirling around and whack the hell outta ya with it, too. It also makes a pretty cool cat toy, if my kittens are any indication.
Actually, they (the kittens) like it loose, too. I bend over, flip all my hair over, let them grab into it and hang there while I swing 'em back and forth. That may sound utterly retarded, but, hell... I can't swing 'em around by their little arms and legs, like people do kids, right? Of course not. By the same token, I'd not let any kids hang in my hair and swing anything except, maybe, a fist... that'd hurt.

Anyhoot, I just made Sloppy Joes and am about to start in on the cookies. I also have a few dishes with my name on 'em to do. All in good time...

There's an extra kids here again, this weekend. Not the same one as last weekend, either. That was Adam. This guy is JJ. Nice kid. He's starting to get homesick now, less than three hours before they'll be going home anyway, but, other than that, he's a nice boy. In fact, his Mom send a buncha food with him, like mac and cheese, Spaghetti-o's... shit like that, cause he's alleged to be a finicky eater.

He hasn't even touched any of that stuff.

The only way I even knew he had food with him was because Eric Jr. told his Dad and Dad told me. I hadn't even heard of it, let alone seen it, til Big Eric told me. He thinks it's pretty cool the kid actually likes what we cook that much. So do I. That's definitely something I got from Dad. He was always the cook. Mom's role was "anal retentive Hun". Dad did the cooking and parenting. Mom cleaned. Then got pissed because ya lived there and had the audacity to walk on her clean floor, eat and even breathe, fer Pete's sake.

Ha. Just realized that psycho's birthday is in a week. So's Kim's. (My Dad's wife...) I swear, my Dad is either incredibly brave, extraordinarily lucky or just plain nuts. After 20+ years of putting up with my Mom's insane Gemini shit, he turns around and marries another one, with the exact same birthdate. Biggest difference between the two is that I'd have picked Kim to raise me, had I had a choice.

And, now look at me... totally in love for the rest of my life with a (say it with me) GEMINI!!!!

Dear God,
You are soooo funny.

Sincerely,
Me

P.S. Thank you more than I can say, too.

Alrighty then... off to make cookies.

Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:55 PM

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Posted by: Mad William Flint at May 23, 2004 08:40 PM (jRssG)

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