This and That

There's not much going on here in the Arkansas delta these days. I'm mostly trying to keep my feet warm and my head on straight and not doing a very good job of either. I think I've been spoiled by the mild winter we've been having so that when a few days of real Arkansas winter weather does occur, I start daydreaming about Spring, and daffodils, and warm sunshine. We're due to have a nearly 70 degree temps the next two or three days and that's supposed to bring rain and more cold by the weekend. The weatherman in Memphis mentioned some possible freezing rain for Friday night and Saturday. I hope he dreamed this cause we don't cotton much to freezing rain around these parts, it usually means we'll be without electricity. I don't like being without electricity.



I had to stop by Sears yesterday on my way to work to buy a new clothes dryer. Mine is still working but it's a hand-me-down that my sister, Paula, gave me after the fire and I think I've worn it out cause it takes forever and a day to dry a full load of laundry. I figured it was time for a new one since they have raised the utility rates so much and that old one just isn't energy efficient anymore. Some dude was in there shopping for a washer and was moaning and a groaning about the prices. When I told the gal which dryer I wanted and was paying for it, the guy said, "What's wrong with a clothes line? I like the smell of my clothes when they've been dryed outdoors on the line." I looked at him and replied, "Yeah, and I bet you tell your wife that she can get your clothes cleaner by using a scrub-board too huh? Hush and buy the woman the washer ya cheapskate." He was still bitching as I left.



I had one of my

dropeverydamnthing

moments this weekend. I made a huge pot of Chili and some hotdogs to have to eat before Alexis's birthday party. The chili was simmering so nicely on the stove and I reached up into the cabinet to get a toothpick out of a box I keep in there, all handy like. Somehow the box, that held a million and 1 toothpicks, came with my hand and those little suckers went everywhere. There were toothpicks in the chili, the hotdogs, the floor, all over the stove, I was picking up toothpicks for awhile! I think James got a pick or two when he was putting chili on his hotdog but it didn't kill him. I didn't feel so bad later when Banny (the Chicklet's other grandmother) came by. She musta been having one of those moments too. She spilled coffee, ice water, and a sippy juice that one of the kids had left too near the edge of the table. I don't think the sippy juice would have spilled except that Jillian was sitting in the floor there and happily snatched it up, upside down, and gave it a good squeeze after it nearly conked her on the head. I had this rush of near joy in knowing that I wasn't the only one with this affliction.



James gave me a box of candy and a Valentine today which was kind of a surprise since he's only remembered this holiday maybe 5 times over the past 35 years. Anyway, the Valentine was quite romantic for him, in flowery words it mentioned the reason for his burps were due to my fine cookin, the farts were due to contentment, and the snores were cause he was dreaming of me. I wouldn't mind if he dreamed of some sexy young thing if it would stop the snoring.



Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!!!