It's about time....

the work week ended......Halejuela,hallejueia,hallelujah or whatever how you spell it. I spell it freedom.  But before I go and have fun this weekend  I thought I'd give you a little somem'

Anyhow I thought it give you a chuckle to tell you about my flour incident.  My son failed to bring in a huge bag of flour Wednesday after I shopped.  He claims he didn't hear me say "bring in the flour".  That's okay I ignore people too at times I even say,'uh-huh".  Anyway it was a gully washing, frog-strangling downpour Wednesday night and my hatchback to my car leaked and the flour bag got wet.  When I brought it in the house, Thursday morning, flour trailed up the stairs and when I got in the kitchen the bad disintegrated.  

I made it to the side sink and was able to save two tupperwares full.  What a cluster-fuk.  That's why I drink. Shit happens to me, just little shit but a lot of it.

Anyway I was so happy to save some flour, I made a blackberry buckle.  I used this recipe

Blackberry Buckle.  Don't worry a mentally-challenged person can make it, I did. I'm also sure other berries would work, well maybe not crunch berries.  I bet peaches would be good too.

I cut a piece for my son, despite his inability to follow commands.  I took the rest to Survivor dinner.  Yum, the whole meal.  Nothing beats a burger on the grill.

The show was pretty good too.  I swear for as long as we've been watching it it never ceases to surprise me.  Russell, the evil troll, was able to convince the heros he was a hero too.  I think next week, he'll get a taste of his own medicine.  Honestly for as much as I cannot stand him he does keep it entertaining.  

It was a little wet in town today.  Bubs school was cancelled.

because it looked like this in the western area of his district. Memo to Mother Nature:  Give us a fucking break .  It's April 23rd now.  We get it.  Yer the Mofo boss.

I told you about my daughter's school and the odiferous sickness that sent some students to the hospital.  Today she went and got her belongings.  Still no word on the cause.

OK I've worked on my tree "art" and this is what I've come up with, thus far.

I kinda like it.

I keep forgetting to tell you Bubs lettered in academia.  Yes a big M for a 4.0 GPA. One thing I do remember about Saturday night is I kept saying AwkaDEEMia, he lettered in AwkaDEEMia, no wonder I forgot the night.  Ok, I know it's not right to have the pride.

Anyway excited about Inglorious Bastards, yes the movie, tonight and stone crab dinner with KJ, Bob et al on Sat.  Maybe the skies will clear up and I can actually work outside.  Inside, outside, hope you do what ever it is you want to, even if it's nothing.

Christmas is OUT the door

     I packed up Christmas today, softly and lovingly in tupperware bins and labeled them "ornaments" or "large santa" or whatever.  Good riddance, I say, see you next year if I get in the spirit.  I am not down on Christmas or Christians at all.  Matter of fact, Santa can go and Jesus can stick around if he promises to be forgiving. I really haven't figured that all out yet.  So quit judging cause Jesus said that ain't nice.  Aww, the South Park memories:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IZgL1mZ1i4

    Well got some new neighbors into the rental house across the street.  Look a little riff-raffey.  Just telling it like I see it. I am not being mean, just real.  They could be very nice and I will find that all out when I bring over brownies when they are all moved in.  They have been parking a taxi in front of our house and mail box so I might have to point out our mail man doesn't appreciate this, plus either do we.  But I'll give them the chance to get settled before I pounce.

      Took the kids to see "Sherlock Holmes".  We were exhausted after the movie from all the action and carnage.  Good lord, this isn't your father's Sherlock Holmes, but it was fast paced and well done and we all enjoyed seeing Robert Downey, Jr's abs and antics.  OK It was just me about Robert Downey's bod, the kids, the antics.  They set themselves up for a sequel.

     On a side note, we don't text here, (at our house silly, not Colorado Springs.)  We get the convenience and all the tech shit blah blah blah, but why to hell would someone go to a complicated movie like that and text the whole way through like the kid in front of me??? What could be that fucking pressing?  Am I just an old foag that doesn't understand?  I really felt like kicking his seat.  Such control.  Maybe this is next :

I'm glad they made it illegal to text while driving here in Colorado but isn't that common sense?

Tomorrow I am taking Mags and her BFF to the soup kitchen bright and too early for me for their seven hours of volunteer work for National Jr Honor society.  I go because they are too young to go unchaperoned and I would go even if they were 16 cause I've been down there plenty and I've see the peeps they are helping and it's not  a stretch to say the majority are straight up riff raff.  The soup kitchen is a beautiful thing for those in need but its no place for young girls on their own.  So good night and hope all is well in your world, Jesus or no.