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Friday, November 14, 2008

RANDOM THOUGHTS FROM A FOGGY HEAD


I'm feeling a bit under the weather today and finding it hard to put a complete thought together. (even more than usual) So since my brain is jumping from one thing to the next at lightning speed, I figured it would just be easier to go with it. Jan over at Jan's Sushi Bar sometimes does a Friday Randomness post but today she has great recipe instead (check it out) so in the spirit of Jan's idea, here in no particular order are the thoughts going through my head today:

It has come to my attention (D2 is a double agent) that Nole Boy has some country, Rascal Flatts and Taylor Swift, on his ipod. I think that means I'm the WINNER! Yippie! I mean, all I wanted to know was that he liked country music. Sooo, if it's on his ipod, I think that means I'M.THE.WINNER! I received an email this morning from him saying that my last attempt was "awful". And he thinks most rap is not appropriate to be sending to his girlfriend's mother (I reminded him, garbage in, garbage out) so his new strategy is to shuffle his ipod and send me whatever comes up first. While he doesn't have to convince me to like other genres, I like them all (except rap), I will continue to play our game since it will be fun and interesting to see what he likes. And since I am THE WINNER and no longer have to convert him as he is already converted, I will stop thinking about what he might like and instead send subtle messages: Like "Mama has a real bad temper and Daddy has a shotgun". He's gonna love me!

I love the Rockettes. They were on the Today Show this morning. There is something about watching those beautiful women step and kick in perfect time that makes me smile. I know I should be offended because it's just not fair for someone's legs to be that long. Have I mentioned that I'm 5'2"?

I think it's funny that while growing up all of D1's friends called me Mrs. Broad and D2's friends called me Ms. Smart Mouth. Growing up in Indiana, we always called our friends' parents by their first name with no Miss, Mrs or Mr. My mother who was raised in Illinois found this to be very disrespectful. What's it like in your neck of the woods?

I mentioned that I'm under the weather. This brings to mind comfort food.

  • Toast. Toast smells good, it's warm, and delightful with just butter. I save the jam for when I'm feeling better.
  • Milk toast. This is something my Grandpa introduced me to years ago. It's weird, I know. No one I know but me eats this stuff. Buttered toast with warm milk poured over it.
  • Chicken soup. Obviously. Preferably with grilled cheese.
  • Honey and lemon Halls
  • And anything else I want. A girl should not be expected to observe good dietary habits when she feels like crap.

What's your go-to food of choice when you're feeling puny?

Why is it so hard to find the perfect pillow?

Some (most) might say that I suffer from A.D.D. I like to refer to it as SASS. Short Attention Span Syndrome. It's becoming more and more difficult to stay focused. Oh, look, something shiny. *sigh*

As I write this, I'm enjoying a cup of Captain Michael's Full Steam Ahead Savannah Seduction coffee. Boy, that was a mouth full. It's quite yummy. MHS found it in the Paula Deen store while we were waiting for our table at the Lady and Sons. And you can purchase it online. Gee, these people should pay me for endorsements. LOL

Why is it that many of us bloggers who never rarely cuss curse in our daily lives swear like drunken sailors on our blogs? It's certainly true of me. And I've heard it all over. D2 told me, "Mommy, you're a potty mouth on your blog." Around here, if I say a bad word, it's like that old EF Hutton commercial, everything stops and everyone listens.

OK, the random thought going through my head right now is that I MUST get up off my arse and get something done around here. This place is a mess and the tissues are starting to pile up. I should probably go disinfect the place.

Please feel free to leave your random thoughts here with me where they will be safe.

Til we meet again…aaaahhhhhh choooo!