Sunday, September 10, 2006

words of one with absolutely no wisdom...

I really don't think that it is just me, but do you all finger all around for the little pig ears or the crispier cheese doodles or the curliest tater chip? Well I do and I was doing that just before I came to blog. I thought I will end up going right back at some point and having to eat those biggens anyhow. Makes no sense at all.

We enjoyed so much having our son, Jeff, home today. He comes early I reckon so he can leave early. I dunno, but he sure put away some spaghetti today. The last time we had spaghetti I noticed that the parmesan cheese was harder than usual to get out. I curiously looked at the can and it had been born in 1999, so I purchased a nice new fancy opening shaker bottle kind with life til 2007. I purposely waited to christen it so Jeff could be a part of the affair. Besides 1999 was not a good year for us. That was the year Jerrell had his heart attack. So after I counted 00 -01-02-03-04-05-06 and saw it was 6 years old I thought I should get some new. For what it is worth, the only thing I could tell different was in the smell, it did have a bit of a fouler of an odor than the other, but tasted no different.

Today was not one of Jerrell's favorite meals but he never argues over food. I was kinda excited about today as he and oft' times Jeff will drop some sketti on their shirts and I was ready. I had watched the TIDE magic stick commercial enough that I knew what first responders are for. As sure as I am sitting here, Jeff dropped on his bachelor- freshly- laundered- designer- dress shirt some sketti; rather than holler OH BOY, I jumped up slowly and got my TIDE magic marker and poked it right on his sketti spot right on his tit.
You hafta push on the TIDE magic marker and out comes the magic. Well for those that don't know, like me. It does not do like it does on tv, like it didn't never happen. It do leave a spot, tho it by now a TIDE magic marker spot. I admit it disappointed me terribly. But I just cannot continue to let it concern me, I just can't.

We enjoy our bi weekly visits with Jeff and our once weekly hourly call with Kevin at 8 p.m. EST til 9 p.m. EST. The first 30 minutes are generally updates on their homefront and workplaces. The rest about Moo and blogging. Not meaning to excite no one, even myself, there is this possibility of. But first a little background, Kevin is a scientist by profession and very up and into genes and genetics of which I know nothing of other than we all havem. Already at the tender age of 37 Kevin thinks that his gum on his lower toofy and his bad back he got from a bad Moo gene, therefore they are going to have a genetic test done before the possibility of. Then yet another test AND if there is not an unknown gene located that traced and leads them to believe it is a Moo gene, then they may be all for that IVF'ing thing that is out there which could create Moo and Jerrell a grandbaby. I am so excited! But I have to remain calm until all these test are completed and I am cleared of all evidence before the start gun is shot! In the event this happens, you can rest assured that you good folks right here in this box WILL be the first to know. Well maybe second, Paulette I will just hafta call her or she might kill me.

Speaking of Paulette, my dear friend, she is a coming to town tomorrow for a visit and we are going out to eat so if there ain't no blog tomorrow, you folks will see just where my priorities really are. And in case she happens to read this today, I will be wearing the JUSTICE t-shirt til I get an email reply so be sure and dress down dear. Not only is she a good friend, but she is the cleanest friend I have ever had. Her house is spotless, she even folds little points on her toliet paper after she finishes and it irritates me to no end. The men say she has the softest skin of any woman in the world. I do not know. But I do know her heels do cause I gave her a bottle of that feet stuff that she talked me into buying that she uses everyday where takes the dead and dry skin offen the heels. I do not nor have the desire to want to take the time to do such things to my body. God Bless those that do.
Anyway if we don't have a good time, it will be a first. But yesterday I got an assurance that we would not go to any stores. There is something about her that makes me spend money and I ain't go no more money. I am just hankering a pizza or that Japanese joint. I may just let her decide where we eat this time.

Bout time I took some medicine and rest the piles. Hope you all have a good day like I plan on a havin...

God Bless!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed your blog, as always. You are crazy, or am I? Looking foward to tomorrow, know we will have a good time as always. Maybe I will wear some ratty old shorts and faded tee shirt...hahahaha!
Paulette

Teresa said...

Have fun with your friend Paulette. Good friends are hard to find, even the ones that turn out to be neat freaks.

Clara....in TN said...

Have fun tomorrow. I did that not long ago. My dear friend moved to Florida and she was back in Tn for a visit. We always go out and eat together when she is here. Better get off here. It is starting to storm. Bye for now....

Gattina said...

Naughty girl ! giving bad genes to your son instead of being generous and only give him the good once ! But bad genes are sometimes very good ! Look at me !

That Cleaning Lady said...

Invetro fertilization? IS he such a scientist they won't do it the OLD FASHIONED WAY??? Geez already! And even if he has a Moo-gene, so? Unless it possibly could make their baby be kind to strangers, kind to animals, or kind to the useless bagboy, what difference? Your bad back is more likely because you have worked hard your whole life...that's not genetic, that's just life. Congratulations on getting to be a grandma!!
And I hope you have a great time with your friend, how about Chinese Pizza?? yummy!! You should wear your Court t-shirt with the armpits worn out of it!!