My Lottery Dreams are not looking good
Obviously I am going to have to earn money the old fashioned way. Poo. My tickets are losers (although the Mega Millions rolled over again—170 million—that’s better!) And my dream for even $35,000 is looking shaky. First off, I don’t have 35 tickets to input. And second off, I didn’t know scratch-offs counted too! I actually threw away some of those. I still didn’t have 35, but I would have been closer! Oh well, I guess I better buy the rest of my books and get ready for school. It doesn’t look like there is going to be any way around it!
So it’s Sunday morning. The kids are STILL gone. I was hoping to have them yesterday, but the plans got changed to something more exciting and they are still on vacation! Lucky ducks! They start school Thursday, so I guess they should enjoy themselves while they have the time to play.
It’s a broiling 84° already. It’s been hot every day. In the 90’s. It feels hot, it looks hot, it just makes you tired. Today it’s actually windy. Hot, dry wind. Like oven breeze. I hope it blows all the leaves off my patio, then I can scratch, “sweep” off the list! I’m going to spare everyone the actual list of things I need to do (but know that I have a good, long one!) even though it’s my sister’s favorite part of this site (haha). In fact, I am going to her house today for a Pampered Chef party. She’s making chicken! Or something. I actually do want to go because I want to buy this amazing pitcher I just discovered. It has a mixer right inside it! I know I’m the only lady over 35 in America that probably didn’t know about this already, but I don’t look at a lot of catalogs.
I was going to say that I’ll take a picture of it and post it later, but I just realized that I probably won’t have it later. I think I have to wait for it. Hmm. Oh well, if they have one on display I’ll take that picture. In the meantime, please enjoy this picture of our new coffee maker!!
We had to. The other one was leaking. And this one has a timer and auto shut-off. We paid $30. Big spenders! AND we went white this time! To match my beautiful toaster I received for Mother’s Day from my son. It’s especially nice because it has a blue display, a color that I find particularly soothing when I see it in the middle of the night, glowing brightly and casting shadows in the kitchen.
If you are keeping count, this is the third coffee maker we have had since the BF moved in. He brought a lovely, large, coffee making machine, with him. Then we had the black one you saw in pictures. And now we have this beauty. That’s four years and three makers. That’s not too bad.
Here’s the pic:
It’s Saturday night and ahm all alone…but I got a story to tell!!
Boos to the hoos…my babies are gone again (wahwahwah), and the BF is at his friends house playing cards or boozing it up and talking about the women or whatever else they be doing out there in the garage. Yes, the smokers gotta smoke, so last I heard, the party was outside. It was 90 f***ing degrees when he left so I don’t know how long the “outside” is going to seem fun-friendly.
Now, I love the heat…or at least I used to love the heat. But I guess as I get older, I just can’t take it. Sweating when I am sitting still isn’t really working for me anymore. So, even though I am against paying for electricity when it’s unneeded, I have the air on. My house becomes like an oven for some weird reason. I think it’s the windows we have. They don’t really let in air. The three brand new ones do (please see previous posts) but that was HOT air. I had to shut the house down. And now I am in the kitchen typing and catching up and when I go in the living room, it will feel like everyone else’s house (the ones that have a central air system–not a window unit like me) I’m not complaining though, because it gets to the bedroom so I’ll be able to sleep!
But that’s kind of boring and rambly so let me re-cap the day:
Pretty much nothing. Kids left last night, so I was kind of bummed out and not feeling especially happy or fun to be around (I would like to make this another official apology to the BF. I stink as a girlfriend.) Went to bed. Woke up. Drank coffee. Read some trash mags. Went to the running trail. Yes, I did. Yes, WE did. It was only 80° at the time of start, but after we were done, the car said 94°. Granted we were there longer than usual, we talked for awhile, then ran and biked. I did the whole thing, the BF did it twice, but I’m telling you it was slow and sweaty. I think we were on the trail 45-50 minutes or so, not good time, I fully admit, but I probably lost 5 pounds in sweat. It was so hot I felt like I could just seize up right on the trail. I had to walk for some of it which is better than passing out on it or near it; that grass, chock full of animal poo-poo, isn’t all that inviting.
Oh! and I completely forgot about the crazy thing that happened to me, first time ever, on foot! I even forgot to tell the BF! Just as we left each other at the ¼ mile mark, I was running along, listening to music, getting my breaths adjusted, passed another woman, when suddenly, in front of me, a baby deer jumps right into the path! And I mean RIGHT in front of me. I could have touched it if I hadn’t been so startled. I said, “Uuhh!” and stopped. And the deer stopped. Now we are standing there. (It was smaller, with even, brown fur and white spots. Nice and clear. I have never been that close to a deer to see it like this.) Then it jerked and leapt forward to the other side. But I heard more rustling, and next to me, on the right, where the first one came from, is another one! Another baby. It’s looking at me. I can tell it wants to go across, but it makes a quick turn around, kind of like the Scooby-Doo, back legs running but the body ain’t going, move and scrambles back into the brush where it came from. So I look back, and the woman that I passed saw it all, thank god, because I swear no one would believe me. I gave her a shrug and she kind of did that laughing-arm-waving-that-was-crazy-signal-thing and I kept running. But the heart attack those deer almost gave me kind of pinched my effort.
And then even crazier, I forgot! Until right now! It was so bleeping hot, the memory burned out and dripped onto the pavement. But it’s all true. It was like being in your car when one jumps in front of it—also happened to me—but the deer very elegantly and gracefully, managed to jump right on over missing my bumper by millimeters—except I had no car. I wonder if I had been going just a tiny bit faster would that deer have jumped right into me? Kind of bumped me right to the ground? Would it hurt? I don’t know. He sure didn’t know I was there until he saw me. Youngsters! Can’t trust them anywhere!
Anydeery, so that’s my exciting exercise tale for the day.
I also found a penny in the parking lot! Excitement all around! Check that post in a bit. We actually found quite a bit of change in the last few. All the updates coming up!
Hot Breaking News From the Suburbs!! Rita Wears Her First Summery Outfit In Years!! Ankles EXPOSED!!
We have photo’s of this magnanimous event! I took the pictures! With my camera! She let me!
It’s true. It’s all true. Rita NEVER wears anything that goes above her elbows or the tops of her shoes. EVER. Heck, she never even wears OPEN toe shoes.
But today, for whatever reason, she showed up, at my house, with a light blouse and jeans on, that were rolled to mid-calf! And cute, little Sketcher shoes with multi-colored bands. They had a closed toe, but they were definitely summery! I am so proud of my mom!
If I can be serious for a minute, this is the first time, as an adult, I think I can remember her exposing her ankles in such a fashion. And, I might add, she looks pretty good! (The skin on her ankles is probably all freaked out though wondering what the hell happened and who dares to parade them around in the daylight!?!)
Enough of my talk talk. This is for my mom. Here’s the shots:
Hot Mama! Looking Good!
Ethen’s Train & Fire List
1. Crazy Train / Ozzy Osbourne
2. Morning Train (Nine To Five) / Sheena Easton
3. My Engine Is With You / Bush
4. Rock N Roll Train / AC/DC
5. That’s Alright / Fleetwood Mac
6. Downbound Train / Bruce Springsteen
7. Peace Train / Cat Stevens
8. A Train Not Running / Chris Knight
9. Nightrain / Guns N’ Roses
10. Machinehead / Bush
11. Fire Woman / The Cult
12. Light My Fire / The Doors
13. I’m On Fire / Bruce Springsteen
14. Fire And Ice / Pat Benatar
15. Through The Fire And Flames / Dragonforce
16. Settin’ The Woods On Fire / Johnny Burns
17. Rooms On Fire / Stevie Nicks
18. Fire / Jimi Hendrix
19. House Of Fire / Alice Cooper but sung by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
20. Wildfire / Michael Murphey
21. Crossfire / Stevie Ray Vaughn & Double Trouble
22. Paper In Fire / John Mellencamp
23. Play With Fire / The Rolling Stones
24. Fire Burning / Stevie Nicks
25. Ring Of Fire / Johnny Cash
26. She’s On Fire / Train
27. Sex On Fire / Kings Of Leon
28. All Fired Up / Pat Benatar
29. Come On Baby / Wakefield
Extra Heat
1. Heat Of The Moment / Asia
2. Burnin’ For You / Blue Oyster Cult
3. Hot Child In The City / Nick Gilder
4. The Heat / Needtobreathe
5. Freewheel Burning / Judas Priest
6. Hot Kiss / Juliette & The Licks
7. Burnin’ Up / Jonas Brothers
8. Heat Wave (Love Is Like A) / Martha Reeves & The Vandellas
9. Burning The Water Brown / Killradio
10. Hot Hot Hot / Arrow
11. Burn, Burn / Lostprophets
12. Hot Stuff (Let’s Dance) / Craig David
13. Burn Up The Road / Operator
14. Hot Rod Rock / Edd Byrnes
15. Which One Of The Two Of Us Is Gonna Burn This House Down? / The Star Spangles
16. Drunk And Hot Girls / Kanye West feat. Mos Def
17. Hot N Cold / Katy Perry
18. This Is Why I’m Hot / Mims
19. You’re So Damn Hot / OK Go
20. One Hot Coma / Paris, Texas
21. Some Like It Hot / The Power Station
22. Burning Heart / Survivor
23. They’re Red Hot / Robert Johnson
24. Burning Down The House / Talking Heads
25. Hot Night Crash / Sahara Hotnights
26. The Heat Is On / Glenn Frey
27. You Make Me Feel Like A Whore / Everclear
28. Hot For Teacher / Van Halen
29. In The Heat Of The Night / Pat Benatar
30. Hot Blooded / Foreigner
31. Burning Love / Wynonna
32. Hot In The City / Billy Idol
just shy of pretty 