It doesn't have the same ring to it as "Random Thought Thursday," but it will do in a pinch.
HH says he spent 4 hours mowing the grounds of the Mansion today. I don't know what takes so long on a riding mower. And he had the #1 son pushing around a thingy that looks like an a garden tiller, but is supposedly a weedeater. HH really needs to sharpen his blade. It looks like he combs the grass instead of cutting it.
The dogs had a feast of freezer food today. Food that just sits there, unwanted, until it has freezer burn. For example, a box of Gorton's Beer Battered Fish Fillets. Seems like right after I bought them and fed two to HH, there was a big flap about a recall and some kind of food poisoning. I didn't tell HH, but observed him more closely than usual to see if he pulled through. Then I forgot about the Gorton's, and today I threw them out on the back porch. The doggie Ann, who must have some Lab coursing through her Shepherd veins, stacked up three of them and stalked off to eat in privacy, without the Beagle hounding her. That dog is an eating machine. The old dog, Grizzly, just lets out a growl and lunges, and all the other animals scatter. There's a pecking order, you know.
There is absolutely nothing on TV tonight. I will be forced to read. That's OK. I have finished my book about the conjoined twins who were joined at the head and lived in Canada with an immigrant father and a nurse mother who adopted them as babies. It was fiction, entitled 'The Girls', in case anyone is interested, which I sincerely doubt. Now I am on Primary Colors, which has been sitting on my shelf for a couple years, so long that the author is no longer 'Anonymous'. I loved the movie, and what with a Clinton running for president again, I thought it was time to revisit the thinly-veiled fictional account of my man Bill's run for office.
I am listening to a bit of an eclectic playlist on New Delly. First we had Pink and the Indigo Girls with 'Dear Mr. President', followed by the Jackson 5 with 'I Want You Back', Dusty Springfield with 'It Goes Like It Goes' (the theme from Norma Rae, because I like it, I really like it, and they didn't have the version that I wanted available for download), Carly Simon with 'Let the River Run' from Working Girls, Crosby, Stills & Nash with 'Southern Cross', and a double dose of George Michael with 'Faith' and 'One More Try'. Not that I'm a George Michael fan, but 'Faith' is catchy, and 'One More Try' was something I heard many years ago when figure skater Debi Thomas skated to it after some Olympic thingy, and it took me forever to figure out what the song was. Now we're headed for Tracy Chapman and her 'Fast Car', Reba McEntire coming along 'One Promise Too Late', Steve Winwood 'Back in the High Life Again', and then some 70's One-Hit Wonders. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's playlist: where old music goes to die.
HH and the boys just returned from General Custard's ice cream stand. They brought me some chocolate custard, which is quite refreshing. Sorry. I'm blowing you off in favor of a frozen treat. It ain't a Frosty Malt, my dear friend BeanO, but it'll do.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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I just read "The Girls." (someone loaned me the book.) It was better than I thought it would be.
UnGal,
I bought it at the HS book fair. It made me want to keep reading. Perhaps because I was glad that I have not spent life joined at the head with my sister.
You're right, LeBeanda...nothing beats out a frosty malt. FYI...as a token of remembrance of those "good ol' days, "your brother" and I ate at Taco Tico last weekend and I, of course, ate a sancho for you...mmmmm, it was pretty tasty...beat the He** out of anything the cat might have dragged in.....
BeanOmyte,
That cat needs to be taught a lesson.
And what kind of lesson would that be, she wonders? You can't teach an old cat new tricks, ya know? "Methinks" that cat is uneducable and there won't be any lesson taught or learned...guess you could say that it is a 'mew't point!!!
Lest we forget things like items to be strategically hidden in broken dishwashers and chalkboards with "coded" messages and paper towel rolls that can easily be converted into tampons....ah, the memories...ain't they grand?
Bean"er"
Beanoid,
I was much more creative back in the day.
LeBeanda...weren't we all more creative back in the day? That's how I got such great grades on all the papers I wrote for Dr. Doll Hair's classes...maybe it was because I was the teacher's pet and was invited to all the "gala" affairs held on campus!!!
What is a "beanoid" may I ask?
Beanbeanthemagical...
Sorry. I got sidetracked for a minute. A beanoid is like a humanoid. Mostly bean, but with a special quality. Such as a magnetism that attracts stalkers, like people who wear fake mustaches made of their dead grandma's hair.
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