A little of this and that

I am sitting down for the first time since I woke up this morning. My entire Wednesday was a complete blur. I went to Bible Study, attended a luncheon where the guest speaker talked about The Genome Project (Don’t be impressed. The entire thing was completely over my head.), picked up Caroline from school, pulled out all my hair while we finished up homework, coached soccer practice, and met some girlfriends for dinner. Then I brought home the bacon and fried it up in a pan.

Not really on the last part because bacon makes my entire house smell for three days and I try to refrain from frying bacon whenever possible.

I am tired. And so I am resorting to a list of things to share. Chances are good you won’t care about any of these things, but I have some sort of OCD and can’t make myself just write “There will be no post today due to the fact that my brain has exceeded its capacity and this week has beat me up and left me for dead.”

1. P left town on Sunday night to go hunting with some friends (Yes, I thought hunting season was over but apparently Robert Earl Keen was right; the road goes on forever and the party never ends.) and returned home Monday night victorious. The following is an excerpt he sent out to his friends detailing the hunt:

We were walking through a part of the ranch that never gets hunted. There was a natural opening about 80 yards deep with a canopy of large mesquites over it. Tom did a double take on the opening in mid stride then kept going. When I got to the opening I also did a double take on what appeared to be a large, deformed mesquite. Doing a quick check with the binos revealed a huge antelope standing behind a deep “v” mesquite. I unslung the Centurion Arms 308 and dropped to a knee in one motion.

Trust me when I tell you that the entire email was much lengthier, but I just wanted to share the portion where he “dropped to a knee in one motion”. I can’t explain why it makes me so happy. It just does. Maybe because it reads like the script from a Rambo movie.

2. I’m doing an unscientific poll and I need your help. How many of you bought something new to wear to church on Easter Sunday? I don’t mean for your kids, but for yourself.

I kind of think the Easter dress is a dying art.

And, for the record, I did not buy myself a new dress for Easter. Which kind of makes me sad.

3. Tropicana has a really fun new rewards program and BlogHer is offering a chance to win a $50 Visa Gift Card. You can read all about it by clicking here.

That’s all I have right now. I’d like to believe it’s better than nothing, but I think I’m just kidding myself.

Shakespeare would be sad

I spent most of yesterday morning running errands trying to get ready for Easter. It feels like we are supplying plastic eggs filled with candy for every Easter egg hunt within a hundred mile radius. Which can only mean one thing, that no count Easter Bunny is a total slacker. You don’t see Santa making us do all his busy work.

So I bought eggs and candy, then I ran to the mall because our Easter Bunny has credit at the Disney Store. While I was there I felt it was my duty to look around and see if there was anything cute. And I’m sad to report that I didn’t see much. Actually I saw this beautiful BCBG top, but spending that much money on one top might cause P to vote me off the island.

I was starving when I left the mall and stopped at Sonic for some tots and a Diet Coke. (Yes, I am back to having the occasional Diet Coke. Man cannot live on water and non-carbonated beverages alone.) As I sat in the car at Sonic, I was checking email and listening to the radio. I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on until I heard these lyrics, “I’m tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful, but the way that booty movin’ I can’t take no more”.

I seriously laughed out loud.

When I got home, I searched for the lyrics of the song just to make sure I’d heard them right. Yes I had.

Dear Sir,

First of all, I feel the need to point out that there is no such word as “tryna”. Secondly, I believe your goal of not being disrespectful became a major fail somewhere around “booty”.

Sincerely,
Melanie