So, it seems when I told you Blondie and her friend were selling graham crackers for 50 cents, I was wrong...way wrong...
Look at this....this is their sign..
That's right, she was selling them for a buck....not even a whole cracker, but a half of a half...no shit..
AND..someone bought one...
then with her new found buck hot in her pocket, she tracked down the ice cream truck and bought herself a snack..
I had two of my friends over for dinner...I made steak, tots, and one of the pals brought some corn on the cob. I have not had that all damn summer..and it was damn good....damn damn good..
Then after dinner we went out to where one of my pals has her horses, because Blondie wants to live on a farm and has wanted to ride one for some time..
Look, here she is..
Look, here is Boo and I petting a pony..
Here is Horse lady riding her stallion..
ok, the horses name is Ginny, so not a stallion...big deal.
Here is us three farm girls...
If Old MacDonald had a farm, he would chase us three with pitch forks off his property and call the cops cuz we woulda been trespassing..
I was going to show you a pic of The Boy's Dorothy Hamil/Jon Bon Jovi mess atop his head, but he spent the night at a friends house...
poor kid, he missed his one shot of getting his picture on the Internet.
Like I tell Mr Shaky, if you do not want your pic on the world wide web......
I am starting to not like this whole unemployed thing. My friend Dillyweed, (pictured above) was also canned...so she has nothing to do, she comes over everyday..and guess what we do?
I love her.....and I love the fact she doesn't mind coming here, sitting for hours with my kids and I...doingnothing.
My dream of living off state/federal aide is not as great as I once thought. I assumed that sitting here, being totally unproductive would be a good time.
For the first few days it was...then one day leads to another, then they kinda blend into together...I forget what day it is...
It seems like I have been out of work for a months..Sad thing is, its was only a week on Monday. Yet I am sure it must be October...I want to get the Halloween shit out, cause holy crap, I have been sitting here at home for a damn coons age..
wait...nope...its only been a week..
Plus I don't even know what the hell a coons age is.
so it may be a week..I don't know..
I want to have a kid and name it Frasier.
or a dog, or a rabbit....or a fly...
I am going out Saturday with Horse Girl and a few other friends, we are going to the VFW I guess there is a band playing...
I am not into seeing bar bands unless I am playing in it.
I have had this secret desire to be a rocker girl in a chic band..I want to be the drummer and singer, ya no kinda like Phil Collins in Genesis and Don Henley in The Eagles..I want that...me me me me me.
Mind you, I have no idea how to hold a drum stick much less play one...
and when my kids hear me sing, they not only beg me to stop, but inquire about purchasing ear plugs with their allowance money.
I have always fancied drummers....they have nice arms....
I want to get my eyebrow pierced.
Ok, I am done..enough mundane crap no one gives two shits about..
I am out for the weekend..
Gonna try and form a girl band...
Big plans I tell you...BIG HUGE plans.