Sleep comes like a drug in God's Country. Sad eyes, crooked crosses, in God's Country.

Today while I was shopping at the Greenville Wal~Mart Stupidcenter with my mother-in-law, something caught my eye. It was a something that I found extremely usual giving the location, so I picked it up. Upon reading the directions of preparation, I thought this would be a smashing success to make for my family reunion next month, believing that this package was a seasoning mix for a tomato cucumber salad. A hundred miles later, back at home, to my discovery I purchased a package of taboli mix! I was a bit ignorant to the fact upon purcahse that taboli is some type of middle eastern fare. My family is not going to eat THAT and I am somewhat allergic to tomatoes! Foods high in citric acid tend to make me break out in whelps the size of Kennedy half dollars, so I have to operate moderation with citrus fruits, strawberries and tomatoes. What am I going to do! HELP!!!! Renae, it's vegan! Fred, it's exotic! Please claim your early christmas presents, or send me directions for another use for this stuff. PLEEEEEASSE!

Edit: I just had a brillant idea. Since most years the dishes I bring do not even get touched, and I am guessing this because they are scary looking? I am just going to bring something that I think will look scary to them. If they don't eat it, my sweet husband told me he would because he said that it sounded ok to him. SO NYAH! Take that you silly stubborn family stuck in your olden chickdump ways!

And I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.

Right now, I am watching/listening to a doccumentary/movie about the still frustrated victims of Hurricane Katrina. At first this got me really depressed but then also, a strange happiness fell on me at the same time. Why? People in Louisiana have an unusual vocabulary. Even now, at this point in these victims devistated lives, all of them still speak a language that would be comprehended as clinically insane by most other Americans. This is perhaps one of many reasons why I do love my Louisiana.

I must be feeling generous today, because (one) I bought a lasagna plate lunch from the Catholic Campus Minstries for $3. The lasagna plate lunches is a quarterly joint venture of the Catholics and Lutherans. I am not sure what the purpose of this is exactly, or why I never been before but I did.

I also decided that it was about time to buy my parents in-law some groceries again. I don't buy them groceries often, nor do I ever spend much money. I know for elderly people living on a fixed income, every little bit counts. Since I happen to be such the great bargain shopper, I jumped at the opportunity to obtain for a whole $25:
3 dozen eggs
3 pounds long grain rice
3 cans of tuna
10 pounds of potatoes
5 pounds yellow onions
2 pounds pinto beans
11 cans of various vegetables
4 jars of jelly
4 pounds sugar

I think that I am a very good bargain grocery shopper indeed!

That will be the day when I die.

It has occured to me that I take very abnormal vactions. At a labor day family get together, my uncle and I both had our vacation photos. I have never been much of a tourist on my trips. My uncle and my aunt had taken a bus tour across Europe and successfully taken pictures, from what I believe, of every church across the pond. This took all of six rolls of film. When my family viewed my vacation pics which was one roll of 24 exposures, they were perplexed to see snapshots of tigger sleeping on his head, hot deaf Russian men, and spinning fireballs. They did not ask and I did not give details of my good times of roller derby, fun people and the best vegan burger ever at Liquid Earth! I would have had to explain a meatless burger to my family. That would have caused a couple of cousins to short circuit. Some members of my family were more amazed by the fact that I have been on a plane. I did not bother to tell them that I first flew when I was 17 to San Antonio on a DC-10 with the whole headphones and movie experience and nor that I have flown several times since then without those luxuries of my first impression of air travel. I think that I may be second only to my dad with cool vacation stories, being he has actually has partaken in a sunroof limo ride on the Vegas strip, hooting and hollering at all the passerbys in a drunken fashion. It's probably best that we only discuss our tales among ourselves, because we would certainly be disowned as heathens.

No one even asked if I saw Awesome Dawn, but this is the branch of the family who probably doesn't even know where she lives. I will have some explaining to do in October to a certain aunt, uncle and cousins when I attend another reunion at Chemin-a-haut and possibly to Awesome Dawn herself, if she attends. What's that? You live near the Putty Hill Skateland? Oops!

Good news! My yard has been repaired somewhat. I am much happier with it's appearance now.