Just Dreamin'

Yesterday, I went for a run. I ran from my house down to the park and then around the park...Oh, how nice it was to see trees again. I really miss them. I almost hugged one...or two...

And - Oh, how nice to run again!!!! I love the high that I get at the end of a run. As if I were invincible. And strong. And powerful. What a beautiful allusion.

I want a farmhouse so bad that I could cry. I want at least 50 acres of good, Southern land. And I want a nature trail/ running path. I want a sweet hound dog to sleep on a braided rug in the living room. I don't care if he is big - as long as he is well behaved and doesn't shed too badly...or track dirt...or fleas...or anything else dirty...I want unbleached muslin curtains in my kitchen. And I want big, stainless steel professional-grade cooking appliances. And a stone floor. I want wide-plank Southern pine floors in the rest of the house. And I want a huge porch that wraps around the house and has doors on it leading to the formal livingroom and the dining room. I want my house to be furnished with antiques. And I want it to be sparkly clean. I want a room that gets filled with morning sun. I want the room to have rustic wooden benches covered in soft crimson pillows - with gilt-framed landscapes hanging over them. I want a sewing table. With a third hand that looks like a little golden bird. I want a huge master bedroom...with a huge canopy, king-sized bed that will hold me and Hubby and Peanut and my other twenty children that I will have. I want tons of windows all over the house. And I want a porch swing. And rockers. I want to read the Bible with my family on the porch on mild summer nights. And I want to snuggle in Hubby's arms on the porch in a blanket on cool autumn nights. I want a dining room table big enough to fit 25 people around it. And I want an old piano. I want a white, picket fence. And I want crescent moons cut onto the shutters. I want a vegetable garden. And lots of beautiful flowers everywhere. I want to have annual Christmas parties...and Easter parties...and garden parties in the summer. I want to can vegetables. And make jelly. And dress up just to come to the supper table at night.

I want long curly hair that I always wear pulled up into a bun. I want to live in dresses...and only wear blue jeans with high heels and lacy shirts when I go into town...or when I ride around on my tractor...only then I would wear ripped up jeans with a wife beater and cowboy boots. Don't forget my camoflouge baseball cap. And my big belt buckle. Why don't I have a big belt buckle? I've always wanted one. I want to smell like gardenias and lavendar. I want to charm my guests with sparkling conversation and sit silently and listen to my children when they have a problem that they need to talk out. I want to be the constant, stable, untiring source of help for my family. And I want to exude femininity and I want to be the poster girl for genteel Southern womanhood. And I want to do all of this in a big, spacious farm house out in the country.

I want to be a farmer in the spring time!!!!!

I miss my hubby!!!!! He is going to Chucktown this weekend for a wedding. And Peanut and I will be chillin' in the hizzy. Actually, Peanut's Uncle Mike is coming over for Zesto burgers and Star Wars. Oooooohhhh....Star Wars!!!!!!Some of the best movies on the planet...the old trilogy, that is...

I HAVE SPRING FEVER!!!! Yes, my hubby has reminded me that I still have 3 more months of cold weather. I don't care. I want warm breezes and sunshine and cold rootbeer and flowers and white sandals (actually, I don't like white shoes...but I do like knowing that I can wear them...) and pale pink dresses and deep suntans...I want Nice And Natural sandwiches in the park - durn it!!!! And I want red toenails!!!! And I want to zombie out to the radio under the influence of sunlight in a bikini!!!!!(Yes, I will most likely subject my neighbors to the big white blob that is my stomach - because it is fun and they deserve it. Or actually - maybe just my parent's neighbors. My parents have the pool...And the sunlight will not be wearing the bikini...and the radio will not be under the influence of the sunlight. I will!!!!)

I like that powder stuff to put on carpet before you vacuum. It smells really good...and makes me think that my house is cleaner. Actually...I love cleaning products. And I like to clean. I want to reorganize the closet in my room. And...Hubby might just come back to one less study...and Peanut might just have one more playroom.

I want to see a daffodil!!!!!!

I am cooking New Year's dinner this year. And I am excited! The first holiday dinner that I have ever cooked myself!

I need to find my Drifters CD. Then I could alternate listening to that with Kenny Chesney. (My grammar leaves alot to be desired...but I don't have time to care.)

Hey...I think tractors are sexy. Hubby, if you read this, I am going to buy you a tractor just as soon as I win the lottery! A John Deer tractor. Wow. Sooooooo sexxxxxyyyyyyyy!!!!!!You know what's really sexy? Attorneys who only practice law as a pasttime so that they can become farmers with their wife and son...and ride a John Deer all day...or maybe their wife will do that part...Please!!!! Let's become farmers!!!????!!!! I'll make you fried chicken and sweet tea!!!! And I'll even make home-made jelly! I know how! It could be so much fun!!!! I'll wear red - make that pink - gingham dresses with white frilly aprons...And I'll grow my hair long and wear it in a loose, curly bun...And we'll have twenty kids...And alot of horses...And I'll gather eggs before sun up...if the hens are nice hens...but I will spray the nest with lysol before I touch it...And we'll keep red geraniums on our huge front porch!!! And in the evenings we'll rock on the porch while I sew aprons and mend your overalls...And Peanut will have his own little pony that he will ride! And we'll have beautiful little girls in pretty little dresses sewing doll clothes!!! And we'll count the stars...and finally give up with two thousand!! And we won't watch TV because compared to our lives, it will be boring!!! Imagine...PEACE and Tranquility!!! In NATURE!!! And I will have two mile loop of running trails that me and my babies...and you, my fantastic Hubby, will run 5 times every morning!!!

PLEASE BUY A JOHN DEER TRACTOR!!!!!!

From Christmas Trees to Tupac and Luda...

I did a dumb thing. I mopped my kitchen floor and left the cleaner for the bathroom in the kitchen with the wet floor. So I am now waiting for the floor to dry so that I can clean my bathrooms. Hubby and Peanut have gone out for a baby-daddy outing this morning.

Today is the EVE of Christmas Eve!! Yeah! Though there are many outside stresses that have attempted to make this one of the most stressful Christmasesesesessss that I have ever experienced, I don't care. This is going to be one of the best Christmasesesesssss ever. This is the second Christmas spent with my Hubby - and the first Christmas spent with him that I was not pregnant. This is the first Christmas in our new house. And this is the very first Christmas with my baby boy!!!! SO YEAH FOR THAT! And...because I am so happy...I would perform the marshmallow dance if I only had a bag of marshmallows. (Don't worry if you have no idea what I am talking about. It's funny to me.)

My word of the day - "quaff." What a great word to say. I should find at least 5 ways to use the word 'quaff' today.

Have you ever noticed that Mark Twain is a great person to quote? I kind of like that thing he said about remaining quiet and appearing stupid and opening your mouth and taking away all doubt. You should really read that quote.

I woke up this morning with the song the Santa sang in Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer stuck in my mind. "I'm the king of jing-a-ling..." That would be so wonderful as a hip-hop remix....And then I started singing Jay-Z.

Hubby thinks that Jay-Z is old because he wrote that song "It's a Hard Knock Life." But Jay-Z is a sexy devil. And a symbol for me and my peeps. I like him. I used to think Luda was a sexy devil, but he is just too nasty. He really needs his mouth washed out with soap. And sometimes so does Jay-Z. He could change his lyrics. For example...He could say, "I got 99 problems but a bad girl isn't one." Or "I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit. Enough that you won't illegally search my stuff." And I don't know how he would make the lyrics to Big Pimpin' more family friendly...but I can't help liking the song just a little bit. Actually...the only thing that I can understand in the song is "Big pimpin'." The rest is just rhythym.

I like the hip-hop megastar (don't you like that phrase? I made it up.) who wrote "Where da hood, where da hood at?" But his name escapes me. And this makes me angry because I think that he is the best rap/hip hop singer ever - well at least up there with Tupac. Speaking of Luda... Did you know that it took me at least 5 years of singing "Roll Out" to know that it was talking about rolling out maryjane ciggies? "Who's your weed man? Hows you smoke so good? Yous a super star boy. Why you still up in da hood?"

And I don't know why I blogged about this...But it was nice. I enjoyed it. And in the immortal words of Tupac to Biggie Smalls..."I ain't mad at ya." Such a great song.

Y'all... I AM SOOOOO PSYCHIC!!!!! Read this.

Nice and Natural Robots

So...
I have the flu. And I can't take anything because I am nursing my little boy. Fun.

I had this dream one night this week. It was weird. I was in some sort of laboratory with this little sort of dorky guy and his assisstant...a well-dressed woman with long, curly blonde hair. And I thought that it was weird that she was wearing a skirt and heels in a lab...But whatever. So he and I were sitting down talking, when the assistant walked over to talk to us. One minute she was spouting math equations - and who want to hear that on a break. And then she started talking like Britney Spears. And that freaked me out. But we soon found out that she was a robot who was malfunctioning...or having a robotic nervous breakdown. And that's when it dawned on us...The government was producing robots to take over the planet. And we couldn't let anyone know that we knew. So he and I talked about it and decided that I was going to have to play matchmaker so that this little geeky guy could find a woman and have babies. And I was glad that Hubby and I wanted a million kids. Because then we could raise up a huge, huge, huge generation of humans to fight the robots in a war and overtake the government. But the government was smart. They were the ones silently influencing families in this country to only have one or two kids - if any at all. And no one could ever find out that we knew. Because if they knew that we knew, then there could be problems for the fighter children that the smart humans of the world (those that knew about the government). So...don't trust the government. They are sneaky.

I don't think that there is a word in the English language to describe how much I desire a sandwich from Nice and Natural. I tried to make a turkey sandwich at home. It was not the same. I still greatly, strongly desire a Nice and Natural turkey sandwich - minus the sprouts. I can't quit thinking about it. I wake up thinking about it. I fall asleep thinking about it. It's beginning to freak me out. And the only thing that I want more than that is a Zesto burger. With lots of pickles. Or maybe a snickers bar. With a pickle. Yum.

Finally another post...

I have spring fever. It has started early this year. Normally, it doesn't start until sometime after the first of the year. This year...it has started NOW.

I went for a run this weekend. And it felt GREAT!!!I was running along in shorts and a t-shirt...thinking...wow, is it really December? Because it feels like early April. Not that I am really wanting early April right now. Christmas is right around the corner. And in early April my baby will be 9 and 1/2 months old. And I don't want to rush away some of the most wonderful months of my life. I just wish that I could lay out in the sun and go for a swim. I want to light candles on my deck and grill out. I want to plan my flower beds.

Okay, so maybe it would be fine for it to be cold for Christmas. But not until Christmas Eve and not after December 26th. Come on, warm weather!!!! I miss you!!!

Another reason to be excited for spring...Two of my favorite people in the world are getting MARRIED!!!!Yeah! I know that it sounds a little silly for me to be so excited...But being married to Hubby is so wonderful. Seriously. Yeah, there are annoyances and pressures...99.5% coming from outside sources...But I can't imagine life without him. Or without my baby. In fact, I can't imagine a full day without my little one smiling and singing to his mama and his daddy. I have a wonderful man who I love with all of my heart. And it's a great feeling to know that we made a covenant before God that he's not going anywhere and I am not going anywhere. I will wake up everymorning in Hubby's arms until I draw my final breath. And I am ecstatic to think that two of my friends - who are perfect for each other - will have what Hubby and I have. And will be as happy as we are. I am already praying that God will bless their life together...and give them LOTS and lots of babies...little friends for Peanut. Yeah! Besides...there just might be European Odyssey 2008...maybe...Or maybe just Tour America 2008...in a car...so I don't have to die in an airplane...

Being sick when it's warm outside is a pain in the heinie. I feel so bad I don't even feel like eating pickles.

I had a dream that I kissed George Clooney...in a laundromat...twice. (Or rather that he kissed me. And all that I could think was that he wasn't as good a kisser or as cute as Hubby. But he was soooo nice.) And Hubby wasn't the least bit jealous when I told him. He was a little mad that I called him just "George" instead of Mr.Clooney or George Clooney. But - like I told Hubby - after you kiss someone, it is perfectly fine to call them just "George." Especially if you kiss them twice. And especially if you kiss them in a laundromat.

Pickles

I am devoting this whole blog to the wonderfulness that is the baby kosher dill pickle. I have always been partial to a cold, crisp dill pickle...especially with a good book. But I have been on a quest lately to find out if there is a food that doesn't taste great when eaten with a pickle. So far, the only thing that is disgusting when eaten with a pickle is barbeque sauce. That is just nasty. But here is a list of things that taste really great with pickles.

1. Chocolate icecream. That is an awesome combination. Especially with Food Lion brand baby kosher dill pickles. So wonderful. I eat it for breakfast most mornings.

2.Strawberries. So refreshing. Strawberry juice is also wonderful when eaten with a pickle.

3.Semisweet chocolate chips. If you must eat garlicky pickles, then this is the best way to eat them.

Hmmmm....Maybe cheese and pickles...Cheese fondue and pickles!!!!! Yum- o!!!!!!!

Oh! And I almost forgot one of the other great pickle combos!!! Buttercream Icing!!! Woohoo! That is some good stuff. I sort of want to buy a container of icing and a jar of pickles. But wait...There are pickles in the frig. Hubby says that he thinks that it is gross. But I think that he is just missing out. Just like how he won't eat okra. Weird.

WooHoo!!! It's Pacey!!!

Look at what she's done to my Pacey!!!! That hoochie needs to leave my beautiful, preppy Pacey alone!
Pacey - loose the curly-cue! It just looks weird.

Anyways...Hubby is way hotter than Pacey. And I still think that one day - just maybe- Hubby will let me shave him just like Joey shaved Pacey.

But I still think that the hoochie with Pacey has no fashion sense. After seeing some of the pictures of her on the red carpet...Please! Honey, if you have money out of the wazoo... But money can't buy style. If you ain't got it, you just ain't got it. I'm not saying that I have it...but I'm not walking around in ugly designer duds on the red carpet...with horrible hair and makeup. And she definitely ain't got it. Hoochie Mama!!!!I bet she smells like a French floozy...You know how they never take baths ...and you know how heathen that country is.

EWWWW!!!!!

Oh, wow! People are crazy. I can't believe this...But read this. Yet another reason I will not fly...How gross to be stuck on a plane with a woman like that for the duration of the flight!