Random test

1, 2, test…is this thing on? Testing 1, 2, 3? Anybody still out there?

Here's the deal, I think about writing…a lot. I think of so many things that I have to say, and then find myself overwhelmed and convinced I could not possibly take that much time away from unsuccessful bra shopping to get all of those thoughts typed up. There are just not enough hours in the day for me to not get my son's scrapbook finished and fill you all in on the hoarder style system called my brain. Seriously clutter wizards, turn that wand on yourself!

I think about graduation, because oh my gosh it is really happening in a mere twenty-four days. Those thoughts are mostly light and fluffy because anything heavier would likely render me completely useless. So I let my thoughts drift back to when I was a senior getting ready to graduate, man those were the best of times…mayday, nostalgia is not the kind of pal to hang out with all day long. I usually wrap up those musings wondering if it is okay to send my son away to school if he has not seen all of the John Hughes films yet. (Kari, I know your answer!) I can't risk him being the only guy on the floor who doesn't get the "Bueller, Bueller" reference. Seriously, I may forget to pack his toothpaste, but he will know that "the Donger need food".

Have I given you an idea of why the posts are scarce? Can we agree that the random may be the only hope I have for now to keep this blog alive? Wait, I think I actually have other posts already written (on yellow legal pads of course) and a contest to win…hmmm. For now, in honor of Tuesday, if that is what day it really is, may I serve you some random?

It must be hard to make signs for brands that have tricky names. If only there was a bag with the correct spelling that one could consult...

 …damn, if only I'd bought them instead of taking silly pictures…mmm…caramel creams! (Did I write to them?)

I like America and I like Christmas, but see no reason to merge the two.

Even back in my most crafty of days, this was not a project I considered.

A travel bra and panty organizer?

Mine may never fit properly, but at least they are not unorganized. I debated whether the system itself might be the size I seek. I could velcro some makeshift straps on that little number. With regards to underwear, I may have been talked into some clearance girls' underwear today. They were marked down for cheap due to the belief that there were only two in the three-pack. (There were three.) When I got to the register, they rang up as 0.00. Good deal! (And kudos to the cashier for not questioning that price. I don't even care if they fit now.)

I think sometimes you really need to decide if you want baked goods or beer. Is the combo really necessary?

(This spoken by the person who truly enjoyed a blueberry beer…hypocrite.)

This little doll is taking pole dancing to a whole new level in home decor! (Wait, was there a previous level?)

Her eyebrows give her such a forlorn look. "Nobody is going to pay for me in this frock of a dress! And this grapevine wreath I am sitting on is so uncomfortable!""

Was that it? Was that all that was in the file since last week? Well then, yippee!

My boy in the center…senior ball night