Mighty random

That should be a superhero name -- Mighty Random.  He commits random acts of kindness or maybe just chooses to lay on the couch.  You never know.


I'm feeling sick today, and I almost gave up on writing something for NaBloPoMo.  Ah, but Guilt, she is a savage beast.  Also, Phil took Amos along for a trip to the grocery store, and Arlo is asleep in his swing.  I guess that means I'm free.


Here are random things, because I have no other ideas.




*  I read a study that says that women's brains increase in size after a few months of being a new mother.  It's meant to create feelings of love and worth, therefore causing the mother to care for the child.  See, now, I feel these warm fuzzies and such, but sometimes when Arlo is bobbing at my back as if that is where my nipples are and kicking me in the kidneys at night, instead of going straight to the warm thoughts of love and worth, I think, "Geez, baby.  Can't you just go make a sandwich and let me sleep?"  I kinda think it takes more than brain growth to break my habits.



*  Bottlecaps taste better than SweeTarts.  Laffy Taffy is useless and hazardous to teeth.  People who hand out pencils for Halloween should be stabbed with them.  I pound down strawberry Nerds like an Oxycontin addict.  Why does everyone buy Tootsie Rolls?  Chocolate trumps all.




*  Political calls are especially annoying when they follow you across the country.  Dear Colorado, we don't live anywhere near you anymore.  Please observe our area code, unless you really enjoy having our three year old answer your calls.




*  One of the best and strangest candies ever was that one that had a white dipping stick made of pure sugar that you dipped into two pockets of powdered sugar.  Sugar dipped in sugar.  It fulfilled every kid's need to eat sticks and powder.


*  Manimal died.  This pains me, but I'm glad my roof will be poop-free. (a little ditty for those who once read my blogs on Myspace)




*  We're having tortilla soup tonight.  Phil and I started making it back in our living in sin days when we lived in San Antonio.  We bought packs of seasoned fajita chicken from H-E-B (one of the greatest grocery chains on the planet), ate fajitas one night and then used the leftovers in the soup.  I wish we lived near H-E-B, just to get those packs of chicken again.  San Antonio, and Texas in general, is packed with flavor, from grocery store to restaurant.  Pennsylvania has shoo-fly pie and pretzels, which taste like sugar or salty cardboard.  I think you see what I'm saying, and I think you feel my pain.  Too bad a care package sent from TX to PA filled with a juicy pack of raw chicken would be fairly disgusting.




And on that note.