We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll, we're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl. We're gonna score, score, score, score, score tonight!

Oh boy! I found a "Healthy Clippings" book laying on the table in the kitchen. For those who are unfamiliar with "Healthy Clippings", it is a health food coupon book that is published quarterly. I have no idea how it found it's way to the office. Since there is nobody else here that really eats health food, I assumed it was safe for the taking. Wow! There are some great savings in this book too. For instance, there was two coupons for a $1.00 off Nature's Path cereals. WOO HOO! That will sure come in handy!

Forget the hearse, cuz I'll never die. I got nine lives, cat's eyes, abusing every one of them and running wild.

I just returned from the chiropractor who also practices holilistic medicine. My fifth lumbar and tailbone was out of alignment. They performed a couple of procedures and a quick exam in an untypical fashion. It turns out that I am in need of calcium and of a liver cleanse. So, I received a couple of bottles of stuff in my small bag of goodies. It cost $52 for everything. Not a bad price, I think and I do feel alot better. Heck, I would have paid that much in a co-pay and one prescription. I still had one complaint or pain upon leaving and he told me that it was most likely the muscles were still cramped and that should go away when I get my calcium level back up. The doctor told me that most OTC calcium suppliments were a waste of money, which I already knew, so he gave me some that is easily absorbed. I guess that I need to start taking my stuff starting tonight.

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, Playin' workout tapes by Fonda. But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda.

Today I made an appointment with a Chiropractor. About three weeks ago, I was dealing with some bad pain in my lower back. After a few days the pain pain subsided, so I thought maybe I just pulled a muscle. Well, today it has returned with a vengance. I could hardly get dressed this morning.

At break, I was speaking with a co-worker about his back surgery. I asked if had went to a Chiropractor before his surgery. He said that he did but it was one of those "clinics" that accepts insurance, takes x-rays and keeps you coming back for a year or so. He stated that he felt pretty ripped off by that whole clinic deal.

It turns out that he had made an appointment today with this one chiropractor who charges about what a co-pay costs, he doesn't take insurance, or x-rays. For what my co-worker has heard about this doctor is that he is "really good" from several sources and that this guy will get you taken care of quickly. I called to make an appointment and he just had the 12:45 cancel. So, 12:45 it is.

I figured that trying this guy once couldn't hurt since I really don't care about being in the care of some clinic for a year, paying the co-pay once every week or two weeks. So, off I go into a total leap of faith, into a too good to be true scheme. I never know what's going to happen. This dude may palm chicken livers and might try to pull a "tumor" from me by 1:00. Lord, I hope not because that's a stale trick.

Anyhoo, I guess some of my anxiety may be showing. I have neve been to nothing like this before. I hope it all works out in a couple of pulls and yanks. Please, wish me luck and not a broken leg.

They say I'm gonna hit the big time and all I gotta do is act naturally.

This weekend was a slow but, a weird one. Friday night, I decided that I wanted to visit my little man, so I picked up Oscar. He's been staying at my dad's house until we get a fence up. They are buddies, but honestly I don't anyone that Oscar is not instantly buddies with.

Saturday, I went to Fiesta to get some Veganaise and found these meatless hotdogs.

http://www.lightlife.com/smartdogs.html

I asked the owner were they any good, hoping that she does test out all her inventory. She said that they were very good, so I figured that it would not hurt to give them a go. I also bought a can of Amy's Organic Vegan Chili to top those dogs off. I have had pretty good luck with Amy's frozen entrees and pizza, so maybe the chili is good too.

The Fiesta owner tried to sell me some Rudi's hot dog buns until her employee piped up that they were sold out. Whew! I'm glad that I did not have to refuse those buns as glorious and wondeful that I believe Rudi's to be. Everyone who knows me know that I do the ghetto thing and just wrap the bread around the weinee or serve chili dogs ala open faced sandwich at home. So, all I am waiting for now are those Vidalia onions to hit the store, which should be any day now, then I will be some kind of chili dog ready.

P.S. Renae, Fiesta even carries agave nectar. I had visual contact.

After I got home from my little grocery adventure, Oscar and I went for a walk. I was happy to see that Oscar finally started eating at the new house. He ate two bowls of food. Usually, he just wants to play, drink water, and have a few treats when he stays over. I thought he might be getting used to the place.

About 2 in the morning, Oscar woke me up with his pacing, panting and whining. This is strange because he is usually real good about sleeping through the night. I grabbed his leash and took him out. Nothing. We did this about 4 times until I decided at 3 A.M. Oscar needed to go home. He just wasn't going to poo at my house. I finally got back to my house about 4:00 sans Oscar, but I did make sure to see him take care of his business before I left him there. I have heard of picky eaters but never a finicky poo-er until now. Come to think of it, Oscar has never pooed in the state of Mississippi either, but he never acted like he needed to either.

Buck Owens died this weekend. Now, I know that I have taken cheap shots at his music before. Mainly, because I have really never cared for his music, but I have always respected him as a artist. He made the most out his life as a displaced dust bowl Okie, even though he was a native Texhoman child. He refused to fit into the Nashville mold and brought his own to the table. Buck Owens WAS going to do his own thing. That thing later became known as the "Bakersfield Sound". Somebody once asked him why wasn't country music just good enough for him. He wasn't afraid to challenge himself or anyone else, thank you. What better testament to ones talent than to have the Beatles cover your material. Check out HELP! Sooo, I tip my hat to you, Mr. Owens. God bless and good night.

I've been really trying baby, trying to hold back this feeling for so long.

This morning has been a slow one. I have taken full advantage of my time by doing a little window shopping on the internet. I am aware that I will probably never be able to afford something as wonderful as an authentic Biedermeier sofa, but that doesn't mean that I can't appreciate it's beauty and think about how amazing this piece would be in my living room.

You better step that step, walk that walk, shake that thang and talk that talk.

I survived yet another Moonlight Madness event. There was no band this time, but the deli was juking and I did witness a lady shaking one of her legs to the beats of Sawyer Brown. I got my cheese and starting toward the bakery when an employee grabbed the telephone receiver and his voice blared out over the loud speaker, "Attenion Shoppers: Please make your way over to the Fish Department cuz we are having one HELLACIOUS seafood sale!", at which time I heard a female voice shout out "WOO-HOO!" from somewhere. I made sure to leave that area before the the ensuing stampede commenced while he was blabbing about jumbo shrimp and turning on his strobe light and police beacon. Is hellacious really a word? Apparently so, in the south. Is it appropiate for customers to hear that word over a loudspeaker while they shop? Maybe, but it's a first for me.

My neighborhood grocery store is bizarre. I can't help that I live less than a mile from Brookshire's flagship location in Monroe, and they do have good deals. They do some strange things though. I know that I have failed to explain what the little boys in the freezer are about. I am really not sure myself, but they like to dress up boy manequins for the upcoming holiday, season or occasion and put them in coolers. One time they had a "fireplace" wine display in which I could see one of the little boys wearing a T-shirt, an apron, and a chef's hat holding a big metal spatula through it. I tried to take a picture of it, but that didn't turn out so great. I just found it funny that there was a little boy cooking literally and physically in the fireplace.

As strange as that store may be, I strangely fit there. One night, I made the mistake of trying to grocery shop drunk. I decided it might be fun to try to take a picture of myself with a 4 foot tall styrofoam Pillsbury doughboy prop. Right out of nowhere, a bunch of children showed up and wanted to be in the picture too, which was cool with me. That picture did not turn out so well either. Later on that evening, I was leading the bag boy all over the parking lot in search of one lost Sir Monty. I finally found the car, got the door open bent over to pull the seat back so bag boy could put the groceries in the backseat when I fell down into the car, face first and started to giggle. That was the only sensible thing to do at that time besides leave quickly. Somehow, some way this store and I were made for each other. And I think to myself "What a wonderful world".

That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.

I was unvoluntarily volunteered last night to be an usher at church. I am not being exactly fair in that statement. I was asked and I hesitantly agreed to passing the plate and holding a tray of communion glasses. Typically, I am one of those persons who like to dissappear during service and not do anything that may draw attention, especially something like being an usher or even worse a lector. After communion was over, I grabbed my purse and headed out regardless of the scene, because I couldn't stand it anymore. Besides, my ride to church and play (Jean) was going to be leaving me if I didn't boogie. I can't help but feel that sometimes the church is secretly trying to suck me in to more layperson worship leader related activities. YIPE! I left in such a hurry that I didn't even have a chance to ask Arlene for a recipe for pumpkin bars. :(

I don't believe that I ever mentioned Arlene before, but she's a lady at my church that I have all the respect for. I wish when I get to be pushing 75 years old that I can be able to rightfully wear a mini-skirt, which she can and does often. I am defining a mini-skirt, in this case, as a skirt with the hem maybe a couple of inches above the knee. Anyway, I am always telling her that she's automatically hired as one of my back-up dancers when I go out on tour. The long story made short here is she's beyond retirement age, is very active, employed as an Registered Dietician, walks an 18 hole golf game, still looks early 60ish and has one great pair of legs. Oh, and she rocks out in her little red sports car! I NEED her recipe for pumpkin bars. It's a simple as that. The End.

"Singing in the Rain" was superb. However, I do have only one complaint. Since the last time I volunteered as a set changer at the theater, they have since wired the players with little tiny mics, which was a distraction. I kept thinking those mics were q-tips behind their ears. The audience could hear every time a mic hit something like an article of clothing or even the side of their head by way of a big "thud". That was bad. There was a little feedback happening too. I don't quite undertand the decision regarding their use of mics there. The Strauss is small, much smaller than Brown Auditorium or Jack Howard Theatre. I would think that being wired for a perfmormance at the Jack Howard would be appropiate since it is the largest theatre space in town with over 2,200 seats. The Strauss may seat 300-400, I'm guessing. Anyway, the players should have been able to phyically project their voices using their diaphragms. My high school drama teacher would have really fussed about that. In fact, I should probably get in touch with her. It's a real shame that she doesn't bring an inprov team to compete in DI. Heck, she might not even know that such a competition exists.

Diamond Girl, you sure do shine.

Last September, hubby and I had to surrender our cabin reservation, to house hurricane evacuees. The park refunded our money and sent us a voucher for a free three night stay, which I received in the mail a couple of weeks ago. We booked a reservation for one these lovelies today at D'Arbonne. YAY! Nothing says vacation more than free accomodations!

I want to walk in the open wind. I want to talk like lovers do. I want to dive into your ocean. Is it raining with you?

Oooooh! I just got invited to see "Singing in the Rain" after church tonight. Wheeeee!

This comes after three days of a non-stop downpour. bleh. I'm so glad that's over with.

You've been around for such a long time now. Oh, maybe I could leave you but I don't know how.

Uh oh! I just got my Brookshire's weekly sale paper in the mail today. They are having that "Moonlight Madness" thing again this Thursday night. We all know what happened last time one of those events went down. I got a slight buzz from free Shiraz and and old ladies were dancing to a live bluegrass band in the photo lab. Will lightning strike twice, and one of those little boys in the freezer end up topless? They do have Rudi's on sale again this week after a short hiatus, so it could not possibly hurt to drop for the activities. And I might, just might, have to have camphone handy. heh. heh.

Someone's built a candy castle for my sweet sixteen. Someone's built a candy brain and filled it in.

Looky, what my husband sent me yesterday afternoon! They are so beautimous and smelly! That bear looks kind of mean. I am not sure as to what all that is about. I guess if I were tied to a vase, I would be a little grouchy too. This name is Brownie, or at least that is what is tag says. We all know what Brownie said, "Thanks, I got my suit at Nordstrom's. Can I go home now?"

A name change is going to be in sudden effect!

No stranger to your fantasy, lashings of a recipe. I'm whipping something up that's just for you.

I bought an envelope of Old Bay Tuna Classic Seasoning last Sunday while doing my weekly shopping. It cost only a dollar and some change. I have been wanting to try something new, but I pretty much decided that this Old Bay package contained no nutrional value whatsoever. I started to think about maybe there is no harm in something that is basically salt and filler, then I changed my tune. I think I might be able to replicate this into something similar but with a better food value, since the ingredients are fairly simple.

I have never made any kind of tuna, crab or salmon cakes before, so this will be interesting. First, I need to figure out what to do about the main ingredient. The bread crumbs in this envelope consists of bleached white flour, dextrose and yeast. Since prepared whole wheat bread crumbs are non-existent here and I have never had much luck with making them myself, I am thinking I might could use some Matzo Meal, which is made of passover wheat flour and water. At least Matzo Meal is processed under strict kosher guidelines and seems cleanish even if it may or may not have much nutrition.

The ingredient that I am puzzled out replicating are the "egg solids". That sounds pretty disgusting! Does this mean I need to boil an egg and pummel it to death in a chopper? Would a raw egg help things stick together better? I am just going to have to research some recipes to find out that answer.

The spices I can handle. They will not present a problem, and I have a little more liberty with seasonings which is super news opposed to using a mix. Tabasco will definetly make an appearance here, as will some lemon juice and cilantro. Maybe some seseme seeds too.

Hubby needs to come home soon, so he can be my guinea pig again and I can get to cracking! Oops, I mean cooking.

Who's that eating that nasty fruit, NASTY BOYS!

Ha Ha! Holy crap! Check out the photo and caption titled "Pop and Circumstance" in this news article. Ewww! Her dad says that she just "loves the heck out of him" and the photos prove it.

http://articles.news.aol.com/music/article.adp?id=20060315221609990018

That is worse than thinking about Anna Nicole Smith and that old billionaire dude! And Jessica, stop thinking that you are some kind of euro-sexy by doing that with your tongue! You are just gross!

Coconut fudge--really blows down those blues, but you'll have to have them all pulled out after the Savoy truffle.

This Wednesday it is my church's turn to provide Lenten service/supper. I have been tapped on the shoulder (again) to help with providing something desserty. I am thinking about baking a favorite of mine, using a recipe that I posted on my prior nutrition blog.

Uncle Sam Cereal Fruit and Spice Cookies:

http://journals.aol.com/anmyatt/FruitcakeWishesandNutcaseDreams/#Entry706

They taste so good and I shall feel good about sharing them with others.

Here we come, walkin' down the street. We get the funniest looks from ev'ry one we meet.

Well, I did go and see those monks Friday night. It was honestly like nothing else I have ever experienced in my entire life. They sang, danced, chanted and even laughed a little bit. I could tell that even though they took their craft very seriously, but not so much themselves. The emcee/monk was especially charming. Their dancing was fantabulous. I mean truly wonderful, and harmonious chanting was calming. The multi-phonic chanting was pretty bizarre. Even though I recognize that it must be very difficult to place oneself in a semi-meditated state and sing three notes simultaneously through one voice, essentially singing a chord, I could not help but think that sounded a little bit like a pond full of bullfrogs. I did buy some of the best incense ever while I was there. It was a good time, even though I went alone.

Third rate romance. Low rent rendezvous.

I'm baking bread again, but things are a little different tonight. This is what I'm doing.

https://www.bobsredmill.com/catalog/index.php?action=showdetails&product_ID=1

I know, I know. Using a prepared mix seems kind of like cheating. The finished product howver, does look wonderful and tastes pretty decent. I am on my fourth slice since it came from the oven.

Keep it off my wave.

This afternoon, I managed to find my way back into the 90s. Oh the good, ole days of being young and jaded and rocking out to Soundgarden. It's interesting that for two days in a row I have thought about The Lords of Acid. So think nothing of it if I do step out to get Crabloused. What's next? The Impotent Sea Snakes? You never know.

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.

I think I have pretty well decided that I need to cleanse my house. Not so much that the house is negative, but that I can be so at times. Maybe I just need to cleanse myself, ha! So, over to Pier One or Romancing the Stone I go after work in search of some white sage incense. If anything, my house will smell good and a prayer will be said. I don't see any harm in that effort.

But of course, the monks will be concerting tonight. I called Jean Wednesday night while she was in Baltimore attending a workshop. She had managed to find she way over to Annapolis to visit a friend, when I had called, so our conversaion was brief. Her curiosity was piqued when I mentioned the sand mandala in construction, Buddhist monks and the overall low price of the show. I will remind her about it this afternoon, after she flies back in, but I think she might be to pooped to go. That poor girl is always pooped on Fridays, regardless of a plane ride. I could just go stag to the concert and I would probably be really up for a cleansing when I get home.

Poke Salad Annie, the gator's got your granny, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.

I headed over to Big Lots again tonight to pick up a few more items for the house. While I was there, I found some Zoe’s Flax and Soy Granola Cereal with cranberries and currants and some homeopathic toothpaste. I just felt the need to mention that since Renae and I were talking earlier about how she was amazed that Veganaise is even available here.

I was shocked to find this Zoe’s Cereal at a discount/dollar store marked at $2.50. I don’t know if this stuff is vegan, since I don’t see the Vegan icon on the box, but I read the ingredients and it appears so. There seems to be a slight Optimum Zen resemblance minus the ginger.

I purchase many things that is not always billed as "Vegan" or "Organic", mainly to save money. However, I do take a few seconds to read labels, even if I am familiar with a product, just to make sure that the integrity has not been changed. Marketing and packaging can be such a dirty and misleading business.

Speaking of misleading, I just performed a spell check on this entry and the recommended spelling for Veganaise was a certain female body part which is a word blogger will not publish. How Funny!

Oh Renae, Neil Gaiman’s blog is featured this week on blogger. Just thought you would like to know.

Just let me take you up yonder, honey. You're already wild and blue.

Listening to the Dixie Chicks earlier this afternoon has just made me lean that much futher to falling off the apple cart of civilized mature responsible adulthood. All glory, laud and praise to The Okra All-Stars forevermore! Hosanna in the highest!

P.S. I am starting to believe that listening to too much Outlaw genre music at once is making me bi-polar. I have been experiening episodes of mania, that is until Merle Haggard is played. There is nothing to be happy about listening to songs of relocated Okies living in work camps during the dust bowl and great depression.

I Ain't About To Bawl, And I Ain't Gonna Die. Let 'Er Rip, Let It Fly.

Oh wow! I just found out the the Dixie Chicks have released a new single. It is featured on MSN today. This is superb news. I was missing them so and I even posted lyrics to "Sin Wagon" a few entries ago because I was feeling dixie-lonely. I even made my way over to Rhapsody to get my dixie-fix.

They were just awesome touring in Europe a few years ago singing their anthems about killing wife-beaters and hating on Georgie Porgie Dubya and NEVER NEVER apologizing for any of it. Even after folks were burning their music in the streets, that's right! No Apologies. No excuses and no fear baby! Those Texas outlaw girls are all the balls and certainly welcome to make any day of mine a little more peppy.

Cotton is down to a quarter a pound and I'm busted.

Well, its another Wednesday and another Lent service attended. I was planning to ask my Pastor how come Catholics aren't supposed to eat meat certain days during Lent but why fish is okay in mealtime conversation while dining at the Luther League table. My plans had to change. I had no choice but to adapt. First of all I would like to state that for some reason my enter key does not work from the home computer in blogger, so be prepared to read one big paragraph. At last week's lenten service I noticed my gynocologist's NP in the dining hall. I remember thinking, "Oh wow, I wonder how many people's boobs, butts and other unmentionables she has seen that are eating in this room. Tonight,when I arrived at the selected designation, I decided that I needed to use the ladies room before the service began and guess who was in the other stall. The nurse. We both come out our privies like Laverne and Shirley and I said "Oh my, you are my doctor's nurse." We introduced ourselves, since it has been a few months since I have made a visit to the doctor's office. I suppose she felt a little uncomfortable being she was the only one who showed up from her home parish and decided to sit beside me during the service and the meal. Since she was lone Catholic at the Lutheran table, so I tried to let the lady feel at ease since this was her first go at the traveling Lent parade and left my goofy enigma unasked. Yes, I do have manners on occasion. It turns out that the NP is also a Habitat for Humanity for volunteer and I was invited to come by the site one weekend to check it all out. Granted, I used to do construction work, but that was all many moons ago, kemosabe. That hard labor would probably kill me at this age and time, but also, do me alot of good. Who knows, I might just show up at that Jimmy Carter brainchild project and do a little time.

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, need a little bit more of my tweleve ounce nutrition, I’m taking my turn on the sin wagon.

Today, the temp secretary girl commented, "You always eat so healthy". All she knew I was eating a sandwich, broccoli and carrots and a cup of Mott's natural applesauce for lunch. Little did she know that hiding in between the two slices of whole grain oat bread was tuna, dried cranberries, sunflower seeds and spinach. I didn't bother to tell her about it either, because now that I think about it, that is a weird combination, but proved otherwise to be quite tasty.

Call my sandwich Agent Incognito because only my readers and a few friends know that I do superfoods. Besides, I don't want to be a specticle. Sandwiches are a great way to hide what your really eating.

I think the superfoods are paying off too. Friday night, I was asked to present ID upon entering the casino and I WAS NOT WEARING COSMETICS! :D

When I go don't cry for me, in my father's arms I'll be.

I find it quite amazing that I can witness tibetian monks creating a mandala sand painting for free during this week here in my humble redneck hometown. I could also see world healing dance and concert performed by this group on Friday for $10. What a bargain! I might try to interest Jean into going with me when she returns from Baltimore. The monks are in town to construct this painting to end conflict resolution energy especially directed to help those who experienced turmoil and suffering after the Hurricanes Katrina and Rita.

These monks have also supposedly played some basketball since they have arrived in town. Is there Zen to be found in a game of hoops? Oh those monks, hanging in Monroe, playing some b-ball, dancing and painting. What a great life! I sure would like to just run away with that circus! That would be just fine with me.

Strange days, indeed, most peculiar, mama.

Hah-Hah! Look at the picture of taken of Jean while we were at Spring Market on Friday. Of course, with those fun foam rubber clogs! I was around on the other side of the display looking for my size. The photographer had a few shots of me too. Thank God that guy did not post the picture of me looking like I had fish lips or even better yet, none at all! I was scarred that was going to end up published or on the site. Whew... That was close.

http://www.thenewsstar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Site=DI&Date=20060310&Category=NEWS01&ArtNo=310001&Ref=PH&Params=Itemnr=3

I laid in the bed with the sheets open wide and a freight train running through the middle of my head.

It's probably a good thing that today is Monday. I spent way to much time playing hard in S'port-Bossier this weekend. I am still pretty tired even though I arrived home Saturday night and this morning I am still achy.

Friday, before we left town Jean, her sister, her niece and her mother went to the Junior League Spring Market. Most years, I just go there just to get out of the house and to say I helped by making a donation to a charity by paying the cover charge and maybe buying some good homemade pickles from a booth. This year, I actually bought something and it was not pickles. I purchased a pair of Crocs, which I am surprised that Renae does not own a pair nor has ever mentioned them in her blog. She should definetly check them out. Anyway, they are just some very lightweight and so comfortable foam rubber clogs that could be perfect for yard work or putting aroung the house. These shoes would be most excellent for wearing while hanging out on the river. I am wearing them to work today in all their khaki glory.

We ate lunch at the market, and headed back to get Jean's and Debbie's husbands and to drop Jean's mom off back at her house. Upon our depature from town, we made a stop at a legendary and imfamous (dum-dum dah-dum) drive-thru bar. Jean's sister, Debbie was totally blown away by such and got out my car while the drinks were being made to take pictures of something every out-of-stater thinks of as bizarre, but is a completely occurance normal in Louisiana. Yes, I was a good girl and did not drink on our journey to Shreveport because I was driving.

We finally made it to the hotel, and decidely made a bee-line to the Horseshoe. Bonnie Raitt was performing there that night, which I wanted to see her instead of gamble, but the show was already sold out, so I just gambled for a couple of hours with everyone else during which time where we all got really drunk and obnoxious. People in passing just stared and laughed at us for the rest of the evening because they were not having near as much fun as us. Jerry did so well at the blackjack table that the casino comped our meals at the buffet at which I attempted to eat decently, but found that tasks was really hard to accomplish.

We got back to the hotel and crashed because Jean and I both had to get up early to be judges at the state Destination Imagination tournament while Jerry took his in-laws to the Artport to catch their flight. Being a judge at the D.I. tournament is always a thrill and pleasure for me and the competing teams always blow me away. I also had to judge a somewhat unofficial skit where second graders performed for encouraging sticky notes and not so much a chance to the global tournament. They were so cute.

After the tournament, Jean and I went to go find Jerry, by which time he was hanging at a pool hall over at Heart of Bossier called Fast Eddie's. It was a good thing that I was around because Jean and Jerry really do not know much about the area and it was a total fluke that he was basically right around the corner from the school where the tournament had took place and Jean had no idea where her husband was. She commented about what a good job I done because it was so fast for me to find him (about 5 minutes) but that was really nothing.

They hit the road back to Monroe, and I decided to head over to Towne South to check out the World Market while I was in town, since I did not last time I was there when Fred was visiting his dad. I have spotted the place several times before, being my aunt is a manager at the Golden Corral across the street. I was a little disappointed, but I guess that is what happens when one makes preassumed expectations about a store like that. It was a little like Pier One meets Paul Micheal Company with a small dry goods and wine department.

I did find an interestingly appearing bottle of blush wine, when an employee showed up and asked if I needed any help. I asked him about the wine, as if was like White Zin or White Merlot and that guy said that he thought that it was the red and the white mixed together. Now, I am not saying that is not a possibility but it certainly sounded unlikely. He must have been a new employee or new to wine or something else. So, I bought the wine anyway. It was nice wine even though it had a screw-off cap. I had heard that all wine will be going to screw-off caps, but I really don't know how true that is.

I finally made it home exhausted Saturday afternoon. I did manage to muster up enough energy to get up for church Sunday morning, do my weekly grocery shopping, water the yard, get the laundry done and go walking for a little while. The rest of the day was spend lounging about.

I may have grew up, I may have come old or MTV just left me cold.

I have come to realize that a public voice of Gen X is pretty much non-existent these days. Baby Boomers have Fox News and the Tween set have Nickelodeon. Perhaps everyone in my demographic have merely become comfortable in their married lives and that revolves around Law and Order and eating out. How depressing.

Well, this lone Gen-Xer has a voice, and that voice says:

I am tired being told if I am against the current admistration, that I am traitor.

I am tired hearing about "morals" when what we really we need is a good dose of spirit.

And tired of the exploitation of my saviour to promote greed and murder.

She's right here behind the glass, and you're gonna like her, 'cause she's got class.

Today, I shall knight my car, the silver Monte Carlo. From this day on it shall be formally known as L'argent du Monaco. Generally, I just name my vehicles. Since the Monte Carlo emblem consists of a shield and helmet with visor, I feel the need to be appropiate. In the past there has been the Myattmoble (the mazda), the T-Bone or sometimes called Chicken Little (the thunderbird lx) and last but not least my first car known as you yellow piece of $#@! (the renault).

Long Live Sir Monty! Raise your flagon and declare a celebration! Hooray!

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man that he didn’t, didn’t already have.

Yesterday, I was perusing a sale paper during my lunch hour while eating my usual sandwich, raw veggies and natural applesauce where I had spotted a really good deal on a featherlight weedeater. I told my husband about it and we mosied over to Big Lots to check it out. We did not think we were ever going to find that thing, but we did seem to find everything else we thought we needed. I did finally locate the weed wacker, but after I decided I needed some silly solar lights that stand on stakes that are used to accent a flower bed or to illuminate a sidewalk. That stupid weedeater ended up costing almost $100 with those garden lights, some other light bulbs we did need, and a baggie of river rocks. I swear stores hide the good deals, so one will need to look at everything else and want to buy it too. The bad thing is I like those lights so much I want to go back and get three more because they make me smile. Being a visionary does get expensive.

I will not suggest buying anything in a very long box and expect it to get into a 2-door car without some serious thought. Poor big baby was squished all the way to the dashboard and we still had problems with getting the door shut. I once knew a married couple who together weighed at least 600 pounds and would travel in a 2-door Hyundai with a drum kit shoved in that tiny car. I have no idea how they managed that.

My husband got the weedeater put together when we returned home and he was acting like he was trimming the carpet in the living room with it, complete with sound effects. Meanwhile, I was out in the yard yelling out "Lookyme, I'm the freakin' Statue of Liberty, wheee!" while holding one of my new garden lights high as a torch in the darkness before I drove them in the dirt. Geez, we are both such dorks, but ya know something? We are having a GREAT time at the new house!

Baby, I'm-a want you. Baby, I'm-a need you.

Since my last endeavors of baking bread were so successful, I decided to try a new recipe. I found a real interesting one using buttermilk and four different type of seeds, poppy, seseme, flax and sunflower. I am aware this sounds potenial for protein overkill, but I think the buttermilk would provide a interesting bite in the flavor. Of course, I could try to substitute buttermilk for soymilk in an attempt to make this particlar recipe more healthy and less fatty. Hmmm, that is an idea to heavily consider. There is one small problem, however. I am unsure where to purchase poppyseeds by themselves and not already incorporated into a product, such as bagels. Perhaps, I could try some caraway seed, instead. That would be an awesome amoramatic!

Since every bread recipe I have tried so far makes two loaves, I gave my friend Jean one loaf for her family's enjoyment. I told her about the new recipe last night and she was totally jazzed. Nummy were her thoughts on the subject. Since she usually keeps flax seed at her house I asked if I could get some from her to try the new recipe and she agreed. It's great to have a friend who can reciprocate!

Kudos to Renae for her encouragement! :) Baking bread is so much fun!

Lamb of God, I come, I come.

This morning I was reminded that today is Ash Wednesday by a remenient of a Shrove Tuesday prank. Somebody found it fit to place a dead armadillo laying on it's back, hugging an empty can of Natural Light in the middle of the street sometime during the night. Mardi Gras day did not go unnoticed at my office, being we had a huge fish fry potluck with all the fixins.

Party hard before the six weeks of pennance, and don't forget your disciplines. Unlike Catholics, we don't fast and if one chooses to give up something, that's cool, but not necessary. Community service and volunteer work are the more encouraged sacrifices. Lent is not so bad, that is until Good Friday. I just find it such a drag to kill Jesus every year. sigh...