Just Stuff

Ahhh... A beautiful day to mow the lawn. Not really. Is there ever really a good day to mow the lawn? I thought not. After I'm done with the lawn I get to vacuum and it seems like I have almost as much carpet as I do grass, except vacuuming means having to clean the stupid thing (vacuum) out too. Gag. I think that's the only downfall of dogs, and springtime is the worst. I really want hard wood floors... No wait, I want concrete floors that I can use a leaf blower to clean. That would be SO great! I think you could paint it to have some really cool looking finish and use a leaf blower to sweep and a pressure washer to mop. OMG, I think I'm on to something! Picture me wearing safety goggles and ear protectors cleaning the house...

American Idol... This is what I think, Casey for sure goes home tonight. I think Lee is on fire, I mean smokin! And, I think he has a good chance of pulling ahead of Dreads, which up until last night I didn't think he could do. I thought Dreads was in it to win it and would leave everyone else in the dust. Now I'm not so sure.

General Hospital is so dumb now I can't even watch it. It is nothing but stupid stress and I have enough of that going on. They don't even have a good story line. How dumb.

Ok, I can't think of anything else so now blogging has turned into procrastination...

Ummm... I got two really cute bras at the fat lady store last week! One is black and one is kind of a beigy taupey tan. If you ask me, there's nothing better than a new bra. Well, maybe maple bars. It's a toss up. Maple bars or new bras? I guess if you eat too many maple bars you have to get new bra's because you get to big for the bras you have, so really you can have your cake and eat it to. Or in this case it would be maple bars and bras. How would you say that? You can have your maple bars and bras too. No, that's not right. How about, You can wear you new maple bars and eat them too. No, still not right.Ummm, You can eat you bras and wear you bars. No, now I'm just getting confused.Oh well, you know what I'm getting at... Eat more bars get more bras!

After the whole bra thing I'm not even going to start on my new glasses. I'll just say this... I'm taking them back to have the stupid bifocals taken out. I've felt drunk all week and I walk around with my hands out in front of me and take super high steps because I feel like I'm falling off a log. I even talk like a stooge when I wear them, because I feel like I have to balance. I'm at the grocery store and the lady say's"would you like cash back" and I have to focus my eyes, take a deep breath, balance and say "uhhhh... no....thankyou"How dumb. I'm taking them back.