Every six years, United States Senators are re-elected. Every four years, there is a leap year. Every Christmas I blow all my money on me instead of buying gifts for others. What do all of these things have in common? They are forces that can't be messed with. Totes like mah Missus.

Words to Live By

"To avoid trouble and insure safety, breathe through your nose.  It keeps your mouth shut."

- Mel Prust  

(I got this from a column in my hometown paper - 2theadvocate.com)

Maaaaaa, the Meatloaf!

I am not trying to brag, but I consider myself a bit of a meatloaf sage, if you will.  So much so, that at the beginning of the year, Bruiser and I were knee-deep in what we called "Meatloaf Sundays."  This consisted of really comforting and fattening sides to go along with Mad Men (yeah, remember that show?!?!?!)

Last night, we brought it back and it got me thinking about some of the more memorial loafs we tried.

I keep thinking about when we went through my Maw Maw's house recently, in her bedside table were 1) her   prayer cards and 2) her VIP Player cards at the Casino.  Maw Maw was, as you can see, a very good Southern woman.

Is it just me or does it seem incredibly mean to eat this now? So far, this is the nicest thing anyone has said to me today.

Happy Weekend!

Bruiser is back and I couldn't be more happy! We had a perfect weekend of playing, being productive, eating and catching up.

Friday afternoon we both had scheduled eye appointments for new glasses (Nerds who buy glasses together, stay together).  I am so excited about my new glasses.  I have to wait a whole week for them to come in.  I am far too impatient for all that.

Adulthood is highly overrated.  I think back to when I wanted to start wearing makeup so I could be cool.  And my mom told me "You are going to be so over this at some point, wait as long as you can before you have to do this stuff."  As usual, FrannieCakes was right.

If it were up to me, I'd be a hybrid of a woman-child.  A woman enough to buy the clothes that I want, a child enough to have my parents still pay for some of the more ridiculous adulthood items.

Like Razor Blades.  Those damn things are expensive! You know what pisses me off, having to buy toilet paper.  Or detergent. Or band-aids. These are things I wish my mom would still send to me in a care-package. My money is to be used on fun and frivolous things, not non-fun hygiene items.

So I guess it is here that I tell you...I was mugged. By a dentist.

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Yeah, I'm Still Here...

My apologies folks.  Life has been out of control.  I decided to just kinda scrap August and try to settle back in for September.

Hope all of you involved in school (teacher, student, parent) have gotten into the swing of things.  I really miss being in school.  I always liked the idea of getting to start fresh again in the middle of the year.  That and the school shopping.  I remember spending hours in WalMart and K&B Drugstore trying to determine what kind of planner I wanted.  And how was I going to organize my notes? Binder? Notebook? What kind? What color? Should I use pencils, colored pens or ballpoint?

Guess who was NOT a cheerleader in High School.