Why oh why do I even think to go out into the dining room on a Sunday morning?
Every Sunday it goes into the same damn argument with my mother.
My mother loves, loves LOVES Joel Olsteen and nobody is allowed to talk when he comes on. When he comes on I get up to leave, because I can’t even look at his stupid smug phoney smiling face without wanting to punch it. And that voice, it’s like nails on a chalkboard.
I think it is very nice that she gets inspiration from him, I think it is very nice that he makes her feel better about life, I think it’s very nice that she found something that makes her feel good.
I still want to punch him in the face. I really really really hate the voice all TV evangelists use, that makes me want to punch all of them in the face.
So when he comes on I leave the room and my mother gets pissed and starts on me, ‘You just think you are so smart, you could use a little religion in your life.’ If only I would listen to Joel, why I would just be so happy and loving and life would be all sunshine, rainbows and unicorns.
Congrats! Caffeine is a fine and noble drug. She says as she drinks her second pot of coffee.
Howdy Y’all! All deheathenated and thanks to Waffle House, all fed. I had a pee-kahn waffle 'n bacon. YUM! OYKW was all set to get his WH usual but when I said pee-kakhn waffle 'n bacon, he changed his mind. 
Midget congrats!
Spaz dindin is just a part of what we do VBSwise. I grew up with the kool-aid and finger cookies as well. Though the final day of VBS when I attended as a wee cub always involved grillin’ burgers and dawgs and havin’ Coca-Colas!
Sari televangelists and da bear do not get along either.
Ok, time to go find out what else is a happenin’ on teh intartoobz.
Laterz!
Thanks, all. 
A second whole pot? Wow. I’m impressed.
I had a medium vanilla coffee today at Second Cup. 'Twas nice. For some reason, the Second Cups in Toronto didn’t have vanilla coffee.
It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old dog is snoring.
Congrats Midget
Sucky sucky day here
I woke up sick, I have no idea what is going on but I am sick
Then the argument with mom
The realtor called and the house I bid on went to the auction site and they are only accepting cash offers
I feel like no matter what way I turn I’m running into a brick wall
No rain here, but the old dog snores so loud he rattles the floor boards
Sis has liked all of the suggestions so far. She thinks she’ll use a different kne anytime someone asks.
Getting all of the household stuff done that didn’t get done yesterday. Yuck!
Nettie, glad you’re getting back on real food again.
Emily, coffee is a wonderful drug choice. So much better and more practical than any other. 
swampy, all of the times that I’ve ever been in a Waffle House (and having worked odd hours and messed around in the music biz, there have been many), I don’t think I’ve ever had a waffle of any kindthere. 
Home again - yay!! My sister’s party was, um, interesting. Guests included the gamut from elementary school friends to bar patrons to friends of my mother. Waaaaaaaaaaay too much food, and way too much ended up thrown away. That’s the problem with a pot luck - everyone brings enough for 20 or 30 others and there’s no way everything will be eaten. Then people leave their leftovers. I came home with 2 bags of rolls, a bag of pretzels, and 3 cucumbers. Had I packed some up yesterday, I could have has pasta salad or a pasta casserole, but by morning, they were ick, having sat out all night. So all the remaining foods got tossed into the woods for the various critters to eat, and unopened stuff (like the rolls, pretzels, and other munchies) were distributed to whomever.
Anyway, we’re home and exhausted. Higgs was beat and crashed when we went to bed, but she woke at 3:30 and I never really got back to sleep after that, despite trying. At one point, **FCD **was all twitchy in his sleep and he kept jostling me. I gave up and went to the other bedroom and snoozed a little bit till my sister got up with her dogs. Overall, I might have gotten 6 hours of very broken sleep. I expect to crash hard tonight.
**BBBobbio **- how was dinner? Hope it was good - it’s been over a year since I ate there, but for the last 9 years, it was really good.
Time to catch up on the funnies…
I had a little nappy poo. One must rest up before facin’ hoardes of knee knibblers and gettin’ 'em all carbed up.
Red WH waffles are good. Our fav is the cheese 'n aigs with bacon, grits, raisin toast and apple butter. Of course one cannot forget the world famous WH hash browns. YUM!
‘Tis thunderin’ off in the distance. From the looks of the radar we should get some frawg stranglers around hear within the next hour.
MOOOOOOM glad y’all had a good time.
Sari hang in there! You WILL find the right house.
I also, just seeing all that dental work.
In all the Google pictures, the same fake smile. I bet he smiles like that when he is counting the take after the service.
I have a little four-cup maker. Two pots translates to about three mugs. Plus I drink half-caff.
Ah, okay, that doesn’t sound too extreme then.
Practicing the alto clarinet now.
Congrats, Midget!
It’s funny that you should mention caffeine, I’m trying to have less of it. So far today I’ve had two cans of Diet Coke. I may have a third later. (That’s compared to probably 5-6 a day.) In reality, I can’t quit cold turkey because of it’s interaction with my meds so I’m working down gradually.
Well, today’s been a non-event. Mostly I’ve been working on homework for my online classes. I tried to take a nap, but a fly decided to come in and buzz around my window.
I guess I should go take the trash out now before the bugs start biting! Ho-hum.
(sigh) We basically do not have wireless connectivity, DH is mumbling and cursing and making life a whole lot more difficult for me while supposedly trying to figure it out.
Wired is also iffy.
I also napped. then bought groceries. I have poke chops marinating in my ancho orange marinade.
Cursing is an important part of any computer repair. You have to find the right profanity to put The Fear back into technology.
Don’t forget the percussive maintenance.
Time to do some afghaning until I fall asleep. *** MWAH!!***
I’m glad I’m not the only one who wants to punch him.
I wish
I had left over Chinese for dinner. Tomorrow is road trip day.
Hey, y’all!
Congra-rats, Midget! That’s a big deal.
I couldn’t wake up today. The sprog came in at 7-something this morning to wake me up to ask for help (the kind that requires a credit card number). I went downstairs to find Airman watching the German Grand Prix; I fell asleep until 10 a.m. or so. Went to the grocery store to purchase breffest and lunch food for the week, came home, made my lunch (a tasty concoction of ham, eggs and cheese served in a low-carb wrap with a nectarine), and settled in for the afternoon. Fell asleep again for about an hour and woke up to sketty for dinner, lovingly prepared by the aforementioned Airman. Now it’s time to get some work done so the time counts toward this week and not next week.
The house is already ready for Bethany to come home tomorrow. The rescue lady said the paperwork will take about 30 minutes, then money will change hands, then we get to buy some new kitteh paraphernalia. She’s going to have to spend some time in the baffroom, so we’ll need some small dishes and another litterbox and some toys. It’s going to be a long few weeks, I think, but it’ll be worth it.