Weekly Randoms (I named this after I wrote the blog)

After a mind-numbing post like my last one...and by mind-numbing, I mean that I think my mind went officially numb after creating something like that....it's time to slow it down a little and do what I'm most famous for.

Yes folks...it's a random post.

Basically it works like this....I type a bunch of stuff randomly from the top of my head. There's no overall story...although each random thought may have some sort of story. It's what I do when I'm not feeling particularly creative...yet at the same time, it sort of become my trademark. Random posts may just have to become a weekly thing for me.

1) I had a completely blonde moment last Thursday. Like...COMPLETELY! (Ohmigod! Gag me with a SPOON! Random thought within a random thought: Did you know that in the 80's the #1 Valley Girl name was Tami??? Yeah...and you wonder why I can do Valley Girl speak so well.) My mom makes these bars at Christmas that are THE BOMB!!! I decided I needed to make them this year. There are three layers. The bottom is a brownie layer, the middle is a peppermint frosting and the top is melted chocolate chips spread over the top. So I go to work on the brownies. Somewhere...somehow...my brain shuts off at this point. I make the batter, get distracted..then place the BATTER outside to cool. I bring it in later and start putting frosting on it...all the time wondering, "Gosh..this is not spreading well. I better make more frosting." So I do...and spread that one...and set outside to cool. About this time, I call my mom...just to confirm the directions. We're talking and the words, "...after you baked the brownies" comes out of her mouth.

OMG!!!! (I'm also 12 sometimes) I forgot to bake the brownies!!! Who DOES that??? Brain...dead. Big DUH!! I deserve to have my name in a blonde joke for that one. Anyway, I try to scrape off the frosting with very little luck. Eventually I sort of swirl it into the brownie batter to see what happens. Then I cook it. What happens is that I created a black hard candied mess all over a jelly roll pan. I had to peel off what I could, then let the pan soak for three hours.

I really wasn't going to even tell this story....but I have no pride apparently.

For what it's worth, I tried to color my hair darker yesterday...simply because maybe it will produce more activity in my brain cells.

2) If I'm not mistaken, I believe I may live on the North Pole. I haven't seen the REAL Santa anywhere, but this -6 degree temp with a -30 degree windchill is making me think that we have somehow relocated to the top of the earth. It's just ridiculous. Most of the state got pounded by a blizzard yesterday. Luckily, the metro area was missed..we got a couple inches but that's it..but the drifting on the country roads and the fact that it's TOO COLD to get salt on the roads produces some tricky driving situations. So I'm home today. Traded my Monday for Thursday. So typically I leave the house by 8:15 on Mondays and Big A goes next door to the neighbors until the bus comes at 8:40. Today..because of the roads and weather...I was home.

All I can say is this...thank GOD!

Big A comes downstairs for breakfast, looks at it and says, "I'm not very hungry. Is it okay if I don't eat?" I sort of stare blankly at her for a few minutes before saying, "Oo-kay." WHAT?? This child ALWAYS wants breakfast. She grabs her DS and lays on the couch.

About 8:20, I tell her to get up, brush her teeth, comb her hair, etc...and she gets up pretty slowly. This in itself isn't a rare occurrence...she often doesn't move quickly in the morning (or ever) - but it was just the way her face looked. It's that Mother's Intuition thing or something. So she comes down, we get her all bundled up and I ask her if she's feeling okay. She says yes, then point to the upper part of her stomach and says that that part just hurts a little but she's fine. We bundle her up ala "A Christmas Story" style, and wait in the garage for the bus to come.
I'm hugging her as we're waiting and she looks up at me completely pale and says, "Mom...I don't feel so good. I don't know if I want to go to school." Since I had kind of wondered all morning about this, I knew it wasn't a ruse. I take her back in the house and she proceeds to lay down by the front door with all her gear on. I grab the phone to call the school and as I'm leaving a message, Big A turns and her head and pukes all over her coat, scarf, mittens, snowpans and hat. And Holy Hannah did it stink...and I couldn't figure out what she puked since she hadn't eaten anything. I leave the quickest message in the world, get her clothes off and her in the bath, clothes in the washer, and clean up the floor. I walk up to check on her in the bath and she says, "Do you think it was all those olives I ate last night?"

Olives. She ate a whole can of black olives last night and that is EXACTLY what she puked up. Let me just say..for someone who doesn't like black olives anyway, black olives that are partially digested REEK!!! Ugh! Anyway..she's couchbound today, Little A is a bit antsy and here I sit...blogging.

3) My random posts seem to get longer and longer, don't they. That's almost it's own post. It SHOULD have been it's own post.

4) Thanks for all the comments on Little A's song. I hit 10 comments!!! I hit double digits in comments for the first time and that is HUGE to me. As y'all know..I love comments. So if I have to write more songs/poems to get them...I'll do it. I can't guarantee they'll be good/funny/entertaining...but I'll still write 'em.

5) I ate far too many slices of Amish Friendship bread this morning. Have you had that? You get a bag of starter batter, and basically you mush the bag each day for ten days taking one of those days to add some stuff. On the 10th day, you make it. And it uses a TON of stuff and nothing in it is healthy....but oh my GOSH is it delicious. So I made two loaves yesterday. And I think I ate four slices this morning.

I'm going to have to have someone hide the Friendship Bread from me.

By the way, I have four starters. Anyone want one?

Five randoms...one of which is very long. I'll leave you with that. Happy Monday! Hope it's warmer where you are than it is where I am. And if you're where I am already....I'm sorry. Stay inside. Eat bread. Clean up puke....whatever you need to do. Just don't go outside....trust me on that.