Hello and welcome, readers who are finding their way here via iwilldare.com. The information you’re looking for – the information jodi was referring to – is available in the comments. “The Outlaw” was NOT my husband, Fred, but rather a man named Timothy Hensley who was married and pretended not to be – I’m pretty sure Jodi will corroborate this. Like I said, scroll to the bottom of the page and click on “comments” until you see the comment about who Timothy Hensley is. Also, please stop searching my site for things such as “Fred married” and “The Outlaw”, because there’s no such information available on this site. Thanks!
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Pet store kitty pics are
hither.
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Rumor has it that
Timothy Hensley is a lying c*nt. (Word censored not because I’m afraid of it, but because I don’t want to be inundated with porn seekers. Any more than I already am, that is.)
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So I got a birthday check from Fred’s parents – they always send money for our birthdays, and it’s always much appreciated – and that along with the money I got from my parents for my birthday AND the money I’ve been halfheartedly saving for a few months meant that I could buy something I’ve really been wanting.
A
Kitchenaid mixer!
I mean, I know that I don’t really use the mixer all that much, but I’ve been absolutely drooling over the Kitchenaid mixers ever since we went through a spell of watching Em3ril a lot a few years ago. So I went on Amazon and ordered the mixer, and I couldn’t quite decide which shade of yellow to order. (You knew it was going to be yellow, right? Some day I’m going to have a kitchen with plenty of cupboard space and various yellow appliances) Lemon seemed too bright:
Sunflower seemed too gold:
I decided on Majestic Yellow, which seemed like a nice, clear shade of yellow, but not eye-poppingly bright the way the Lemon seemed to be.
I placed the order with Amazon, opted for the free shipping, and sat back to wait. Every now and then, I’d look at the color I’d chosen and decide again that I’d made the right choice. Visions of the cookies and cakes and muffins and mashed potatoes I’d make with the mixer danced through my head, and I could barely stand the excitement.
Last Friday, it finally came. But as I was bloated and full and sleepy from having pizza for dinner, I wisely decided to wait until the next morning to wrestle the mixer from the box. I’m weird about stuff I really, really want. I’ll really, really want it for a long time, I’ll save up the money to buy it, or put it on my wish list until I have enough money to buy it, I’ll be extremely excited once I’ve ordered it, or have enough money to go to the store to buy it, and then once it’s in the house and it’s mine all mine, I don’t want anything to do with it. I leave it on the counter and circle it for a few days, think about opening it, until finally at some point I just open it.
So Saturday morning I took it out of the box and looked at it.
“Huh,” I said. “This is not quite what I was expecting.” Fred came out of the computer room to look at it.
“Huh,” he said. “It’s kind of like the yellow version of avocado green.”
And he was right, it was. It was yellow, but not the clear, light yellow I’d expected. It was more of a gold-yellow, and in fact the color of a shag rug you’d find in a house that was stuck in the ’70s. I tried to convince myself that I liked it. I made a special spot for it on the counter. I said “Isn’t it great??” to Fred (his reply: “Uh, sure. If you say so.”). I imagined using it to make cakes and cookies and muffins.
But when it came down to it, I just didn’t like it. And considering how expensive it was, it was ridiculous, I decided, to keep it if I didn’t absolutely love it. So I’m exchanging it for the lemon one. It might be too bright, but at least it’ll make me happy when it catches my eye.
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I finally got off my ass (or rather, sat down ON my ass) and began organizing the GFY page. Ho-LY shit, is that going to be a serious undertaking. I mean,
go look at the current page. And then think about the fact that I have to alphabetize all of that by journal/ blog name. Ugh.
I’m shooting to have it organized and up in the new spot by February 15th. Let’s see if I actually make that goal.
Oh, and that reminds me – does anyone know if Krista, formerly of Holy Shenanigans, is around and blogging elsewhere these days? I miss her!
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While I’m asking for help, I know y’all can help me with this. There’s a video I’ve seen twice on VH-1 (because I am ooooooooold). In the video, there’s a guy and a girl, and they’re apparently breaking up (she may be packing her bags, I don’t remember), and she leaves in a cab, and he pauses and then starts running after her cab. The cab gets into some sort of accident and he’s standing there and what appears to be her spirit gets out of the wreck and walks over to him and kisses and hugs him, and all is right in his world, and then the camera pans over a newspaper, and we see that he was killed in an accident on a bridge.
My question to you: What’s the song, and what’s the group? Both times I saw the video, I thought
Oh, I like that song, what is it? and waited to find out, and no sooner had the name of both the song and the group went in one brain cell and out another. What makes me even more stupid is that BOTH TIMES I found out the name of the group, I thought
Oh, I like all the songs by them that I’ve heard. I should put their cd on my wish list.
Won’t you help an early-onset Alzheimer’s-having sister?
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“Hey, Momma, want to share some of that ice cream with me?”
“How ’bout if I come really close? Interested in sharing now?”]]>