Some of This and a Little of That

It would almost be worth the muddy mess just to have warm feet. It was MUCH warmer here last month than our February has been. I'm ready to sit outdoors in warm sunshine and fight dust, farm chemicals, and skeeters, dang it!

My almost boycott of the American Beef Industry has been having a noticeable effect around our house. The other night Zach and PopPop were discussing what Zach might do with $26 that he's held on to for 4 whole days now. PopPop told him he was broke and needed a loan, Zach told him, "Ut Uh, no way PopPop, I'm saving my money to buy a steak!"

I was at Jerri's last night, the Beans had climbed up into my lap with her book so I could "book, read me" (as beans says it), Jerri was coming from her room and said, "Jillian! Did you spill your coke on my bed?" Beans only thought for a half second before she said, "Yeah" then she looked up at her Momma and said, "You happy?" and grinned real big. That child is a little con already, I guess she figured if she flashed that smile her little butt would be covered, and she was right, I hid my face behind my book and Jerri turned away, both of us laughing.

Trish called yesterday and we were doing an over the phone book review on Stephen King's Duma Key. We both decided that it can be added to our list of favorites by him and we both also agreed that the Lawn Jockey was the scariest and freakiest part of the story, although I also thought the child-sized, wet, footprints across the floor was pretty durned wicked too.

That discussion led to another one about those folks in the movies that hear noises outside when there's an ax/serial/mad killer on the loose. You know the ones,,, a dozen murders in the area in a couple of days and they run to the door and open it to look outside when they hear something, in the dark, in a storm. I am not that dense and I didn't raise dense kids either when it comes to using a little common sense. I suppose the movies wouldn't be blood and guts gory enough without dingbats sticking their heads out to get them chopped off.

Anyway, in so many words, I told Trish that she didn't have to worry so much about me being murdered outside in my yard, I even specifically leave my keys in the truck if there's a jail escape somewhere in the area, that way they don't have to bother coming INSIDE if they don't know how to hot wire a vehicle. Makes it easier to keep your head on, and you don't have to try to dodge any bullets.

Alexis went into the kitchen the other day to tell Jerri that "Jillian is in the bathroom and has the scissors and she's cutting up your jasposotories.

I'll let ya'll interpret that one.