








^Cream of onion soup? I've never had it. So, would it be more of a creamy chowdery base as opposed to the beef stock base of standard "French" onion soup? It sounds like something I would enjoy immensely with a side of nice crusty bread for dipping.
-My house is trashed. I know for a fact I raised my children better than this. It's like a tornado came thru dropping off cups, juice boxes, socks and jackets. I really feel yick but if I don't clean it up tonight it's just going to be waiting for me (and MrsC) in the morning and that's so much worse. I'm considering hiring a maid for a once-a-week once over of the important stuff. That would probably really help keep the insanity to a minimum. This schedule of working is putting a big damper on getting anything done Wed-Sat. I leave the house around 2pm, get to work around 3-ish, start at 4, go til 2am, get out around 3am, home around 4am, in bed by maybe 530. Then I pretty much get up, take a shower, maybe eat something and do it again. It doesn't leave much time for anything. Then I just spend my days "off" playing catch-up on the house and running errands like a madman. Urgh.
-Anyone wanna go get me a Friendly's sundae, please? Anything not too chocolatey will be fine. Preferably something involving black raspberry. I'm on an ice cream kick this week. My friends who I hang with on Sunday nights live in South Philly. There's a Mr Softee ice cream man that seriously comes by around 10 every night. I'd be willing to bet he's dispensing more then frozen treats.
waffles are just pancakes with little squares on them.





Friendly's!!!!
The Fribble!!!!
You can't love something you think is flawless - me





Fribbles are the cat's pajamas. Strawberry, please.
waffles are just pancakes with little squares on them.
I finally broke down and did it. I bought a cross-stitch kit. It's got blue hydrangeas and I think it would make a pretty throw pillow for my bed. I'm happy to be cross-stitching again, though the nasty voice in my head is furious with me for finding something to do besides write... so I guess I'll write for a bit and THEN cross-stitch, yes?





^You should really try most things twice. Once isn't always a true indicator. Well, sometimes.
-Yek, you should cross-stitch your story. Voila! 2 birds, 1 stone, etc.
waffles are just pancakes with little squares on them.
Like Madame LaFarge!





Just a note to people: Your mother lied. Chickens CAN fly.
Look like a woman
Think like a man
Act like a lady
Work like a dog
- My Great Grandmother Bessie's Recipe for Success
Who said chickens can't fly? They can't fly far or high, but they can fly. Except certain species of chicken that have been artificially bred for agriculture; they are too fat and chesty. But regular normal chickens can.
Baby turkeys can too. I made that discovery in the production office of a movie I worked on a couple years ago. I had way too much fun with those baby turkeys.
I'm going to watch a movie and cross-stitch, and write when I'm feeling more zen. This is the plan. Off to implement it.
ghhhh, I am so ready for this to be over.





Dude, everyone I know says 'oh chickens can't fly'. Mother fuckers CAN. AND they can perch! AND they like sleeping high up with their beaks in their feathers AND they poo a lot.![]()
Look like a woman
Think like a man
Act like a lady
Work like a dog
- My Great Grandmother Bessie's Recipe for Success
I bought one more thing - , because I'm gonna wear them with my "I Love Lucy Dress" I bought yesterday. It's blue with white polka dots and a white collar, just a little shorter than knee-length, and it needed some red patent leather shoes, dammit! Plus I can wear them with jeans and other skirts. Half my wardrobe is black and it'll be so much fun to wear these around. Now I just really need a wide belt to match the shoes, but that's going to have to wait until I make more money. End shopping.
Oh, and one more thing...
My residents loved me! I slept like a log, kept later hours than they did (hey, what would you expect from a stripper?), and was drunk during the entirety of my junior and senior years!
Because I'm hot or because I'm fun?
Yay! Come cross-stitch with me Yek!!
I've had a rooster fly at my head. I assumed it was flying. The wings were flapping, and it was way too far for the son of a bitch to jump with those spindly legs.
Wow. So walking door to door was kind of cool. Confirmed a couple of Obama supporters and reminded them where and when they can vote tomorrow. Only oogy moment was when some guy came out of his house, looked me up and down for several seconds while I'm doing my shpiel, and finally said "Whoa, you're tall!" Put me in club mode instantly because I get that ALL FUCKING NIGHT LONG. Had to fight back the urge to say "yeah, like five miles of legs, right?" or one of my other lines to call attention to "tall=sexy."
It got cold and super windy though! I had to call it a night after just an hour of walking and canvassing. <----lame and wimpy do-gooder
Then I celebrated two days of hard work by going to Arby's and getting one of their new chocolate turnovers. Nomming ensued. I prefer their cherry for sure but it was good to try. And now I soooo stuffed! The rest of the evening and tomorrow and possibly Wednesday = good behavior time off. Naps and TV and hot baffs and nomming! Not bad.
Don't you love how people always feel compelled to comment when they see a tall person? I mean, it's not like you hadn't noticed and it's not like there are no other tall people in the world. My brother is 6'5" (and still growing) and he often wears a T-shirt that says, "No, I don't play basketball." And still total strangers are constantly telling him how tall he is, like he hadn't noticed before.![]()
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