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Every parent’s favorite time of year

Labor day, sweet sweet labor day weekend.

Let all the children go back to school, I say. It’s good for them.

I was in the grocery store today, with a cartful. I got in a particularly slow line, due to multiple price checks, but that’s ok. I had a dr pepper, I was doing well. I wasn’t in any hurry. When I finally got close enough, I walked around the other end of my cart and started unloading. That’s when the two little girls queued up behind me.

You know how it is extremely rude to stand too close to someone when they are at the ATM? Well, is it just me, or is it also rude to walk up to someone else’s cart, and take hold of the handle bar, when they’ve got their open purse sitting right there in the child seat, wallet sitting on top? I think it is. I think that my personal space includes my shopping cart and it’s contents, when I am grocery shopping. And getting that close to my wallet, is, technically, in my dance space.

Then she started moving the cart back and forth ever so slightly, but enough to knock it into me repeatedly. These were female brats, in the 9 to 11 age range, with fists full of candy. And they kept sighing, loudly. And saying, “This line is so SLOW. It’s going to take FOREVER! and WE only have 4 or 5 things.”

And then looking at me.

To which I can only reply with a head tilt and look that my mom calls The Look, walk back around, take control of my cart and continue unloading as slowly as I can.

Get in the mother fucking “15 Items or less” land, candy lovers.

One day I am going to be an old lady. And I am going to have a mother fucking lawn. And those mother fucking kids will tramp all over it. It will be my job to stand on my porch and shake my fist at them. My mother fucking fist.

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Now We Are Five

Me: I need to write something on my blog today.

Wm: Oh yeah?

Me: Yes, it’s my five year blog anniversary today. What should I write about?

Wm: Write about how great I am.

Me: Ok!

It does seem important to mention that I’ve gotten a lot out of blogging. Many new friends, more comfortable with my writing, new ways to express myself, a place to post pictures of my cat. But, truly, the best thing I got out of my blog? My husband.

Happy Birthday little blog! I love you! I will buy you new crayons in celebration, because five is an AWESOME age to be.

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Pray for him, if you are into that.

I bought a plant. His name is Kevin. I don’t know what possessed me to buy it, because plants tend to be short lived in my care. I have not had a plant in, probably, 10 years. First of all, like I said, they die in my home. And then, when I got the B, she ate what plants remained. She also ate the electrical cords, my shoes, my favorite chambray blue button up boys shirt from J. Crew. And even tho she passed away five years ago, RIP The B, I never bothered getting any new plants to kill.

Anyway, his name is Kevin, and wish him luck because he probably won’t make it to autumn.

MyPicture

Man, I need a haircut.

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William

One Month Anniversary

Today is my one month wedding anniversary. I don’t think there is an official gift for that one.

You might be asking, “so… how’s that married stuff working out for you, Jodi?”

Well, I’ll tell you what, yesterday I was sitting around, wishing I had some double stuff oreos. I might have mentioned that once or twice. So Wil gets up, walks to Safeway and BUYS ME SOME.

Marriage ROCKS!!!

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Diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit diddit didda.

The last few days I’ve been slipping into a bad habit of sleeping too late in the day, and therefore staying up later and later. Wil’s always joked that I don’t get up until right before he gets off work, at 2. Which is so not true. I used to make it up sometime in the 9 am hour. But not lately.
Anyway, since I’m up, this is the song stuck in my head right now.
Yes – I’ve Seen All Good People/Your Move

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Frakity frak frak

The problem with Battlestar Galactica is, it never lets up. I can’t handle the pressure. There is no fat on this show, you know what I mean? It’s tense from the beginning all the way to the end. There are no light episodes in which everyone turns into puppets or they decide to put on a play to raise morale or everyone turns into children or whatever. No hilarity ever ensues.

We just finished watching season 2, and the other problem with BSG is SEASON THREE IS NOT OUT ON DVD YET!!

Although, I’m sure that I need a break. My heart can’t take it IT’S TOO MUCH STRESS!!!

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