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Random Bits
I could write about several things today….like how we’re having the weirdest, Mary Poppins-ish weather today.

Dear Sun,
I loved seeing you this morning. How long has it been? It’s odd how, even though I’ve been seeing you all my life, the sight of you still excites me.

Where did you go? Please don’t stay away too long this time.
Thanks!
P.S. Remind me never to move to Siberia or Seattle.

Or, I could write about my dog and his shenanigans, like getting covered with mud and tackling my youngest in the back yard. I will say one thing, that dog is perceptive. He noticed my mood about the mud (did I mention that I absolutely LOATHE mud) and has decided to steer the way clear of me. Sometimes I wish that he would teach some of my progeny about the whole steering clear thing. Some of those dear boys could use the lesson.

And, finally, speaking of progeny, they have decided to love a song. Now, I don’t mind this. I actually share many of their preferences when it comes to music. We like Wilco, the Pixies, Paul Westerberg, Spoon, and lots of other stuff. They tolerate the few slower songs that I like and will even put up with me blaring La Boheme and Motown in the kitchen while I’m cooking. But I’m going to have to try with their new favorite. Why? Because it’s Jeremiah was a Bullfrog. Once I can take fine. Twice, I can grin and bear it. Three times has me wanting to run from the room with my fingers in my ears.

I guess that I should be grateful that it isn’t American Pie.

And, on that note, I’m off to bake some more cookies. We’ve only had Christmas parties, fudge, a huge box of cookies and doughnuts already this week. Got to keep this sugar high rolling.

Random Bits
I could write about several things today….like how we’re having the weirdest, Mary Poppins-ish weather today.

Dear Sun,
I loved seeing you this morning. How long has it been? It’s odd how, even though I’ve been seeing you all my life, the sight of you still excites me.

Where did you go? Please don’t stay away too long this time.
Thanks!
P.S. Remind me never to move to Siberia or Seattle.

Or, I could write about my dog and his shenanigans, like getting covered with mud and tackling my youngest in the back yard. I will say one thing, that dog is perceptive. He noticed my mood about the mud (did I mention that I absolutely LOATHE mud) and has decided to steer the way clear of me. Sometimes I wish that he would teach some of my progeny about the whole steering clear thing. Some of those dear boys could use the lesson.

And, finally, speaking of progeny, they have decided to love a song. Now, I don’t mind this. I actually share many of their preferences when it comes to music. We like Wilco, the Pixies, Paul Westerberg, Spoon, and lots of other stuff. They tolerate the few slower songs that I like and will even put up with me blaring La Boheme and Motown in the kitchen while I’m cooking. But I’m going to have to try with their new favorite. Why? Because it’s Jeremiah was a Bullfrog. Once I can take fine. Twice, I can grin and bear it. Three times has me wanting to run from the room with my fingers in my ears.

I guess that I should be grateful that it isn’t American Pie.

And, on that note, I’m off to bake some more cookies. We’ve only had Christmas parties, fudge, a huge box of cookies and doughnuts already this week. Got to keep this sugar high rolling.

Random Bits
I could write about several things today….like how we’re having the weirdest, Mary Poppins-ish weather today.

Dear Sun,
I loved seeing you this morning. How long has it been? It’s odd how, even though I’ve been seeing you all my life, the sight of you still excites me.

Where did you go? Please don’t stay away too long this time.
Thanks!
P.S. Remind me never to move to Siberia or Seattle.

Or, I could write about my dog and his shenanigans, like getting covered with mud and tackling my youngest in the back yard. I will say one thing, that dog is perceptive. He noticed my mood about the mud (did I mention that I absolutely LOATHE mud) and has decided to steer the way clear of me. Sometimes I wish that he would teach some of my progeny about the whole steering clear thing. Some of those dear boys could use the lesson.

And, finally, speaking of progeny, they have decided to love a song. Now, I don’t mind this. I actually share many of their preferences when it comes to music. We like Wilco, the Pixies, Paul Westerberg, Spoon, and lots of other stuff. They tolerate the few slower songs that I like and will even put up with me blaring La Boheme and Motown in the kitchen while I’m cooking. But I’m going to have to try with their new favorite. Why? Because it’s Jeremiah was a Bullfrog. Once I can take fine. Twice, I can grin and bear it. Three times has me wanting to run from the room with my fingers in my ears.

I guess that I should be grateful that it isn’t American Pie.

And, on that note, I’m off to bake some more cookies. We’ve only had Christmas parties, fudge, a huge box of cookies and doughnuts already this week. Got to keep this sugar high rolling.

A Thing of Beauty
Isn’t this gorgeous?

Here is a picture of the catfish feast that we enjoyed in Alabama after our Thanksgiving leftovers ran out. My mouth waters just looking at the picture. If you’ve never experienced fried catfish, I feel sorry for you. And, if this picture makes you feel hungry, I apologize.

One of my official plans for the coming holiday is scoring some more of this. Yum.

A Thing of Beauty
Isn’t this gorgeous?

Here is a picture of the catfish feast that we enjoyed in Alabama after our Thanksgiving leftovers ran out. My mouth waters just looking at the picture. If you’ve never experienced fried catfish, I feel sorry for you. And, if this picture makes you feel hungry, I apologize.

One of my official plans for the coming holiday is scoring some more of this. Yum.

A Thing of Beauty
Isn’t this gorgeous?

Here is a picture of the catfish feast that we enjoyed in Alabama after our Thanksgiving leftovers ran out. My mouth waters just looking at the picture. If you’ve never experienced fried catfish, I feel sorry for you. And, if this picture makes you feel hungry, I apologize.

One of my official plans for the coming holiday is scoring some more of this. Yum.

Cold as Flugens
One of the dearest friends to my family has always said, “It’s cold as flugens!”, on particularly arctic days. So this morning, as I was letting Conan out at 6:30 a gust of wind blew into the house I immediately thought, “Flugens!”. But, what is a flugen(s)?

Thank you, internet.

Flugens — An intensive, chiefly southern. Hell, the dickens, tarnation, often in “cold as (blue) flugens.” Also, from 1830, “making money like flugens.” Also, flugens, furiously, in a rush. Other spellings: flugins, flujens, flujin. From “Dictionary of American Regional English,” Volume II, D-H, by Frederic G. Cassidy and Joan Houston Hall (1991, Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Mass., and London, England). Page 499.

Cold as Flugens
One of the dearest friends to my family has always said, “It’s cold as flugens!”, on particularly arctic days. So this morning, as I was letting Conan out at 6:30 a gust of wind blew into the house I immediately thought, “Flugens!”. But, what is a flugen(s)?

Thank you, internet.

Flugens — An intensive, chiefly southern. Hell, the dickens, tarnation, often in “cold as (blue) flugens.” Also, from 1830, “making money like flugens.” Also, flugens, furiously, in a rush. Other spellings: flugins, flujens, flujin. From “Dictionary of American Regional English,” Volume II, D-H, by Frederic G. Cassidy and Joan Houston Hall (1991, Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Mass., and London, England). Page 499.

Cold as Flugens
One of the dearest friends to my family has always said, “It’s cold as flugens!”, on particularly arctic days. So this morning, as I was letting Conan out at 6:30 a gust of wind blew into the house I immediately thought, “Flugens!”. But, what is a flugen(s)?

Thank you, internet.

Flugens — An intensive, chiefly southern. Hell, the dickens, tarnation, often in “cold as (blue) flugens.” Also, from 1830, “making money like flugens.” Also, flugens, furiously, in a rush. Other spellings: flugins, flujens, flujin. From “Dictionary of American Regional English,” Volume II, D-H, by Frederic G. Cassidy and Joan Houston Hall (1991, Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Mass., and London, England). Page 499.

What I Hissed Yesterday Morning
“Get out of that bed come upstairs with me. You’re sleeping on the couch until it’s time to get up. What were you thinking, yodeling at the top of your lungs at 4:30 in the MORNING?!!! I’m surprised that you didn’t wake your brothers.”

And then I had to get into my bed and not think too much because I knew that if I did getting back to sleep would be near impossible.

Did you know that laughing really hard will wake you up like nothing else? This is true.