I have nothing witty to say.  Nothing of substance or humor to relay.  No tacos, even though it's Tuesday.  Damn.  It's fucking Wednesday.  Ha!

Also.  It is cloudy here.  The leaves are a gorgeous multitude of fall colors.  The wind is whipping.  This is classic Pooh Bear style blustery-ness.

My dad isn't feeling well.  Understatement.  I'm worried about my kiddo for reasons that are none of your damn business.  (I'm polite, right?)  My dog is sick.

I'm not in a poor mood or at a loss for hope.  It springs eternal.  My insides feel like the outside.  My mind is a bit windy today.

Is a storm going to come thru?  Is it all going to blow past.  I don't know.  It looks like rain outside.  Let's hope the internal forecast changes.

How could it not, really, when my kids are chanting "hips!  boobs!  hips!  boobs!" at the dinner table for whatever reason kids do thing.  Awesomeness, I suppose.

See?  Told you "windy mind."

House Smouse

So, I really want a house.  Well, a house we own.  I want to buy a house!  We have an appointment to look at some this weekend and I am really excited.  However, I don't think saying "we should buy it!" every time I look at the online pictures of houses is having quite the effect on my husband I want it too.

Obviously, he is supposed to say "yes of course we should!" as some point.  However, I think it is having the opposite effect.  He keeps saying things like "I think we should look at them first." or "We can't just buy the first one we see."

Why would he do that?  Of course we can choose based off flattering pictures on the internet.  Nothing on the internet lies.  It is ALL true.

Ok.  It's probably a really good thing that I have him.

That IS what IS up.

So this weekend (and yes, I do start all my sentences with "so") I'm outside painting, which is what I do these days, and Bella tells me that she is hungry.  She wants chicken noodle soup, she says.  I say, 'ok, cool.  I'll make you some in a bit.'  "Oh no," she says, "I want the real stuff.  You know, with flat noodles?"  So, I made chicken and rice soup instead.   She didn't really like that idea until 1- she realized she had no choice in the matter as she can't work a can opener or reach the microwave.  2- I explained that Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup has special healing powers and must be saved for sick days.

That's really all I have.  I started this a few days ago and I was going to turn it into a list, sort of, of all the funny things that have been going on here.  BUT, I feel weak and tired and not up to funny.  However, I am compelled to post something since it has been age, afterall.  (I don't care what spell check says "afterall" should be one word.)

So, that's it.  Sorry about that.  I'm going to go lay down now and think about all the carbs in chicken noodle soup and decide if that weighs out it's magical healing powers.  I wish I had some ice cream...
Today my lovelies, I shall introduce you to a few of my favorite things!  I'm all Juli Andrews like that, and shit.

Bluebell Ice Cream.  Bluebell Ice Cream.  Bluebell Ice Cream.
Have you had it?  It's made in texas, so by default it's wonderful, of course.


My all time favorite flavor is pecan, pralines and cream, but milk chocolate is amazing.  So is The Great Divide and Mexican Praline and Cherry anything.  Oh God.  I love it with a love that is fiery and passionate.  Don't get between me and my Bluebell.  It's so fucking good.  God, I love it.  

I got this picture from their facebook.
I would have taken a picture myself, but I don't have any here.  Poor me.
Dripping Springs Vodka is one of the best grain based vodka I have ever had.  It's incredibly smooth.  It extremely high quality and very reasonably priced considering its badassness.  If you ever get the chance to try some, do so.

Pat Green- good ol' Texas boy.

best used book store ever!  Denton, Tx- on the square.  In the old opera house.

Also, I love the Dallas Cowboys.  They are on right now and blowing it against the Bears.  It's breaking my heart.  Tony and I need to have a chat.  He just gets rattled and loses his composure.  I know he's taking heat in the pocket, but I think he forgets to breathe.  

That wraps up monday night introductions.  Welcome to Texas.  Ok, not really.  But I hope your live gets better by just experiencing these treats.

Now I have to cry.  The bears just scored, again.  Can you hear my heart breaking?  Can you?  It's loud and painful.