Monday, March 21, 2011

Monday musings…

1. Last week, before I left for the airport, I put on my best bra and a little dab of the good perfume, along with the rest of my clothes. If there was any possibility of someone getting intimate, I might as well wear the good undies, right? It would be just my luck that I didn’t get felt up by the TSA. I didn’t even get to go through the naked x-ray machine. I lost those 2 pounds for nothing! I’m not sure whether to be bummed that no one wanted to feel between my ta-tas or be happy that I appear to be such a stand up citizen. I never could pull off the bad girl look.

2. I made some cookies for the open house we had on Sunday. They were butterscotch chip cookies. The recipe called for corn flakes, but I didn’t have any (am I the only one who pictures Frosted Flakes as being the only corn flake out there?) so I used grape nut flakes, because I’m a grown up. Well, I think I just invented the next hit breakfast food! They are SO good! If it has grape nuts in it, it has to be good for you, right? In fact, the recipe called for one cup of the butterscotch chips and 2 cups of the flakes. There you have it, twice as much healthy-for-you ingredients than the thing that makes it a cookie. You’re welcome.

3. Even if you aren’t married, I know each and every one of you knows a man (or are one, Hi Ron!). Can someone tell me why men point with their middle finger? They don’t do it if they’re pointing down the road or anything. Or maybe they do and that’s what CGMan is doing in the car, giving that guy directions. Anyway, they do it when they’re pointing to something on a piece of paper. Or a map. It is just weird when CGMan points out the entire route on the map with his bird finger. I find myself staring at it, wondering why he isn’t using his pointer finger. Isn’t that what that first finger is supposed to do? POINT?

4. I’ve buried the saint in the flower bed, I’ve baked cookies (and breakfast food) for prospective buyers. I haven’t had Brussels sprouts or cabbage for over two months now, just keeping the inside smelling nice. I have even moved Farty McFarterson and Gassy Gasgirl to Virginia to remove the dog smells, hair and footprints. And yet, no one has bought my house. Is there some magic potion, lotion or incantation that I can spread around? I would even do some funky dance, but with my moves, I’d probably bring about a hurricane or something.

5. I’m not liking being here by myself. When the dogs were here, I would make dinner with them in mind, because I did share. A little bit. But now that I’m here alone, I’m thinking potato chips and wine sounds like a well balanced meal.

 

So what’s been going on with you?

9 comments:

  1. My house in D.C. was on the market for 4 months before it sold and it felt like a lifetime! Don't worry, it will sell before you know it. Now hit those potato chips and wine!

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  2. I think St. Joseph is the deal clincher. He will do it. I have always heard that you have to bury him head first.

    Recently I saw something sticking up out of my yard and went to see what it was and it was a laminated prayer card of St. Joseph who I guess had been working his way back out! We bought this house six years ago so he had been in the ground a long time.

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  3. St Joseph worked on our last house. You do have to say the prayer, though. But then, you're supposed to dig him up and take him with you to look after the new house. Well, we never could find him.

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  4. Aww, it be so hard being away from your peeps! Add some dip for the chips and I think you are good to go for the balanced meal!

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  5. Your house will sell soon - I'm sure! No magic tricks for you though, sorry. Looking forward to having you back in DC soon!

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  6. Wine and chips? Is that not a normal dinner for some people?

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  7. "twice as much healthy-for-you ingredients than the thing that makes it a cookie"

    Exactly how I like to bake! I'm always throwing ground flaxseed, or whole wheat pastry flour, or granola, or something into my cookies...so I can justify stuffing a dozen cookies straight from the oven into my mouth.

    I wish we were ready to retire, so we could buy your house...especially if you can see the stars from your backyard. And possums are fine if they come with the house. (but not the scorpions)

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  8. Um, hello? Sounds like you need a dinner companion. I can't imagine WHO would be willing to have dinner with you. In Austin. On a school night. Possibly followed by chocolate.

    Ahem. (call me)

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  9. Too bad about the house. I will think happy selling thoughts for you! I haven't done much. Does sleeping in on Sunday count? Oh wait, Imade pulled pork on Sunday for J's bday dinner. Woo hoo, I cooked!

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