Mo' Fo'

I like bloging again. At Live journal I knew I should post, but just kept putting it off because I knew some big stupid advertisement would come up and slow everything up, I would close it, the screen would freeze and I would have to refresh only to have to battle again. Gah. This is better. So much better that I'm just bloging for the hell of it. Do I have anything to say? Um. Well I was sitting here thinking about the cabin and the fact that my camera was on the kitchen table, which made me think of all the times I think a camera would have been fun to have when we lived on the hill, which made me think of the outhouse, which led me to reminisce about dad sitting in the outhouse with the door open and a .22 rifle on his lap shooting birds...That made me want to blog.

Ah, the good old days. That makes me remember when we finally got running water and my mom sat on the side of the tub (our first) and flush the toilet over and over. I'm really glad we have running water...and Dawn dish soap...

Oooo! I got a new dehydrator today! I'm gonna play with it right now. I haven't been able to sleep decently for days. Maybe if I stop trying, it will just happen for me. I think it has to do with not having a job at the moment. Sleep seems to come easier when I have a job, even one that won't pay me. I feel guilty, like...I don't have a job so I have to do stuff to earn my keep, like super clean the house.

Curtis set a mousetrap under the hood of the stove and didn't tell me. I was annoyed when I found the body.

I was watching Cadillac Records before I sat down in my air conditioned room and opened Blogger. It's good, but I really have to be in the mood for swearing profusely to really enjoy a quazillion mo'fo's. Man they say that a lot. I'm pretty liberal with my own dirty mouth, but after the first 200 mo' fo's, it just gets annoying. There was even a part where this guy was whispering sweetly in this lady's ear-he actually whispered, "I'm a mo' fo'." Seriously!? That screams romance to me. MO' FO'!!! I can't even type it I'm so annoyed. I have to abbreviate in order to even bitch about it properly. Did you know you can have swear words stuck in your head like songs? Mfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmferrrrrrs! Was it really scripted like that or is that all improv? I'll have to try that movie again when I've had a mostly mo' fo'-free day and have lots of free mo foin' extra space for a deluge of mo' fo's. I need to go to mo foin' bed, mo' fo'.

I just read this through. I think I've lost my mind. Huh. Neat.