For a good time, call Katrina, she blows (grins)

I hear that the hurricane is up to a category five, what does this mean to me? It means its big and we will probably see some water from it.

If you look very close, you will see a red x in the top right corner of Louisiana, that's me.. well, roughly, geography aint my strong point.

The big old yellow x is where my friend Dayna and her hubby the Cajun Avenger, their kids as well as my baby brother and his three children are all located, more or less (I said geography sucked, I mean it!) .

And yes, while my dear cyber bud's lil message of "After tomorrow I'll have oceanfront property, if interested.. make offer." is most amusing, we are all much more worried than we let on.

At least, Charissa is LOL. So, for all of yall that are worried bout lil old redneck (not cajun) me, I appreciate it! I will attempt to blog the day by day of what happens, if anything, which I doubt. We need the rain, in the worse way, so if Katrina needs a shoulder to cry on, Northeast La would welcome her tears. The peas, and maters won't care (they are long gone), but the punkins and such will thank ya.

And if it really gets bad.. well then..

I got some, oceanfront property in Northeast Louisiana,
from my front porch yall can see the sea,
I got some oceanfront property in N.E. Louisiana,
If yall buy it then I'll go live with Meme or Nee.

Good luck to all,

The slightly worried redneck from above the Cajun Line (that would be Alex yall)
Jenn

Saturday, in the park? Nope, not going outside.

It is still hotter than heck here. We have a thunderstorm warning but although it's threatened, I have yet to see any blinkin rain! We need it, to cool off the parched pavement and my own little dying herb garden too.
However, on the bright side, hubby is cooking me supper. Yummy yum yum, crap I ain't got ta cook! LOL. NO!
The Menu at the Casa de Bill

Margarita Chicken
Marinated in imported tequila (gift from Mother on her one and only cruise) lime, lemon, garlic and house seasonings, the chicken breasts are saute'd to the peak of juicy perfection before being served to the queen of ze house (Yeah me! ha!)

Couscous: It is in a bloody box, but is good! We add stuff to it. Hubby is sweet. He loves me *sighs*

Asparagus w/cheese

Cheese, asparagus.. who needs anything more..

Ze Piece de Resistance

CHOCOLATE MOOOUUUUSSSEEE!!!

So, yall have a good day. We are inside, the AC is working overtime to put up with the heat generated by the romance in the house. I LOVE the chocy mousse. Mm.. oh yeah.

Bill too..

Ze Queen of the Scarboroughs,

Jenn

Thursday eve and just a small bit of bewildered rant.

This is my husband's artwork. Cool eh? Well, that is bout all that is cool right now with my world. Life sucks. I mean it, it really does.

You know, Lousiana is top ranked in a lot of things, poverty is one of them. What about the families where both parents work and they are still struggling to keep their heads above water.

If you look at my full profile you will see that it says nonprofit on my choice of organization. It's not true, not really. Only if you look at my paycheck. It's a sorry thing to know that you won't get a raise no matter how good you are at your job, how well you keep things together by yourself and how wonderfully sweet you are to people. They don't give a damn, apparently as they aren't giving you a raise. Not one in over 4 and a half years.

I am just at the end of my tolerance for this lack, I am almost at the point of singing that Johnny Paycheck song, yeppers. TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT!

In another part of my life, I am attempting to become a published author. I am a writer, I want to say that up front. No matter that I am not published, I still write, and yeah, I'd say that since I have finished a whole manuscript of well over 100,000 words, that I am pretty freakin serious about it.

But, what is up with joining this or that organization? Do I have to kiss ass there too? I am pretty sure I aint good at ass kissing. In fact, I know better.

Anyways, I am not above being sweet when needed, I can fake it with the best of them, I am southern after all. But I don't want to have to bow down and kiss ass for something I know is good. Pretty much screwing myself right out the gate, huh?

Ah well, tomorrow is friday and I am nothing if not changeable, at least, according to my sign.




Balanced my ass.








G'night,

Grumpy Bitch Jenn

I can smell Friday on the wind.

Only a few more days to go and it will be here. A magical time for those that are Mon-Fri workers, yes, the ephemeral Friday. Wohoo!! I love that word.

FRIDAY is such a fun word.
Anyway, I do have something of note to say today, believe it or not.

I am not sure when it happened, but the world changed and not for the better. I was discussing something with a friend of mine and it hit me. We are not nice people any more. I mean, I was raised in the south, where hospitality is a given. At least, it used to be. I don't know if its that the world is moving so fast, or that people view others with such suspicion, but nobody is as nice as they once were.

Even the emoticons are mean!!


When I was a kid, we had the 'slow' kids in the same class. Due to the lack of funds for special schools, the insistence on the part of the parents for them to go to the regular classes and schools or whatever. I don't mean those with the garden variety learning disabilities either. I mean, slow, mild to moderately retarded. I don't care if it aggravates you for me to use the word retarded, I mean it in the clinical sense. We had them in our classes, buses and playgrounds.

But, unlike those today, you didn't hear about them being beaten up, raped, molested or what have you. Maybe it was that they didn't let that sort of thing out. I, myself know for a fact that if you messed with those kids you were asking for an ass whipping and from me as well as the others.

Was it a southern thing? A small school community where everyone is related to everyone, or your daddy works with their daddy, or mothers are best friends may sound restrictive but it has an advantage.

You do something wrong, think you got away with it......
Go home, foolish one, and your mother will be waiting at the door with this face. Because someone has told on you! Yeah, Cuz Alice, Uncle Bob, Aunt Tildy, they were watching for you to step out of line. Back then, it ticked me off, now? I'd welcome the help LOL. That saying, "It takes a village to raise a child." Its true, in part, but it takes a mama to pick up the phone and say she did WHAT? Ooh, just wait til she gets home.

And in my time, there would be a belt to whip your ass with. However, I am not opening the can of worms that corporal punishment would bring about, so not going there. (I will say that my mother is a champeen ass whipper and I was a good kid because of it) So, you were a nicer, more polite kid not so quick to hit or be really mean to the others and especially not to the little kids with less than you either mentally, physically or financially.

Maybe if we sectioned everything off into smaller bits, towns, states, whatever, this sort of thing would come back. I miss it, the sweet slow smiles and the hi there darlin's. Now, they just look straight ahead and think.. Don't sue me, please don't sue me. How very modern. How very sad. Tomorrow is Hump Day, but I am going to try and make it, be extra sweet day. (I said try! shut up!)

Take Care,
Much Love

Jenn (the not so ebil one after all)

Friday is a big old wunnerful day. 80's cont.

If one face could sum up the 80's who's would it be?

Madonna? When she was freshfaced, hairy pitted and had that funky do that we all copied like insane twits or when she got a bit more hip and went all retro glam weird in that nekkie book she made.

She married Sean Penn, who it seemed was not destined to ride the Madonnametro forever, sad, sad, sad.

This woman has reinvented herself too many times for me to even think about doing pictoral homage to the many faces of Madonna. However, she did make me sing that song with her. Like a Virgin... ooh yeah.. I love the 80's dammit!

I have arrested development. My daughter snickers at the Bowling for Soup song.. 1985? or whatever damned year it says. I don't find that shit funny myself. It was called MTV for a dang reason yall. MUSIC is what the M stands for not media bs, mediocre programming, Ms. Dumbass USA (Jessica Simpson need I say more? Well, yeah, but she's on down the list) I want my damned MTV and I want it NOW. They took it away from me in my teens as our town elders were all Baptist and Methodists and said it was Satanic.

Leading to this pic.. *grins as she hears the echoes of her mother's shrieks from 1983 *sighs* dem were the days*

Some idiot told my mother that the letters KISS stood for Knights In Satan's Service *rolls eyes* This is when the fact that she is married to a man only five years my senior becomes an advantage. He told her to get over it, they were a rock band, not satanic devil peeps. But he didn't agree with the taking off of the makeup.

I did *grins* I love them, I wanna rock n roll all night and party every day.

They became something else in the 80's less an edgy thing and more commercial, but heck, they still rocked like nobody's business, unless you count Gene's business acumen of which he had quite a lot (yeah that tongue didn't hurt a bit either)

Love them, still love them. I have all their albums. Well, hubby does, and I steal em whenever I wish. *sniffs*

At the beginning of my life I was only exposed to country and light rock music via my mother's somewhat subdued tastes. That and the fact I liv e in the sticks. NO, not Styx, the sticks.. Timbuckfour as opposed to Timbucktwo.

However, when I started 8th grade I met some friends that were from Dallas. They loved all the heavy metal stuff. I did too. I loved Motley Crue (can't make that symbol pah!) Def Leppard, Quiot Riot, Twisted Sister, as well as the Stones, Beatles, CCR, Heart and of course this lady who was the living freakin end of all rocker chicks!!

Joan Jett rocks! She still rocks! I love her to death. She was always growly. Always mean and kickass looking. I had the hair I had the eyeliner. And I still have her tunes on my player here on the computer.

The 80's were a wonderful time for me, I was free of the dread oppressor (daddy) we lived in town away from the sticks. Well,not a town, more a village. We didn't have much money, but we could walk uptown and look bad ass in our metal gear.

I can still bang my head. But now , it makes me dizzy. Metal Health won't drive me mad these days they can give you migraines though. Love it. 80's still rock. Fraggle's aside, I love the 80's.

Yeah, George Michael, Peewee Herman, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Saftey Dance, C'mon Eileen, Blue Oyster Cult, Great White Underbelly, Falco, Golden Earring. All of them still sit in my brain like a disease, they are there waiting for a small snatch of the tune to come back full blown into my head. I can sing them, I am NOT feeling Japanese, but Hall and Oates are still the best. My first concert was Air Supply, but I made it up by going to see 38 special next.

All in all I suppose its because that is when I grew up. The 1980's were when I became a person in my own right. Not my mama's lil helper, my daddy's lil girl, but me, Jennifer the bad ass chick with the Joan Jett hair and some really perky bosoms I wouldn't mind havin back if you must know.

It's Friday... to paraphrase a song... Relax..

Mammories? NO! Memories (cough)

This is a bit perplexing. Never in all my days did I expect for these words to belong in the same sentence.

Tommy Lee (aka Tripod aka freako drummer boy who is trying to become Animal from the muppets) and this word....

College.. does this word not still mean higher learning, a place to go and receive an education, earn a degree etc? *blinks* Oh wait.. mayhap its like the high school and colleges of cinematic yor

******* Please be advised, slight chance of 80's movie flashbacks to come

******* Well, more than a chance actually..


Animal House: Louie Louie and Belushi drinkin and splishing mashed taters out his face are my favorite scenes, well that and the stuffed bra, the horse, the well, its a classic piece of silly cinema, I LOVE that movie. The soundtrack is the best too. Motto? The bad kids from high school are still the bad kids in college and they are sneaky and they will like piss in your post toasties if you make them mad.

Nerds: (All of the Nerds movies) Yes, they were nerds, but they knew the chemical compounds of both marijane and crystal clear yall do the math. Plus, nerds read, a lot. They like to apply their knowledge in ways that women can appreciate *weg* Booger was kewl Motto: It taught tolerance (between the smokin of pot and drunken nudity, you have to look hard or you will miss it)


Porky's (wait, that was high school.. but that dude named Meat, HE had possibilities) A cumming (grins) of age flick about a small town in Fla and sex and basically more sex and the fact that the gym teacher is evil cause she don't want you having the sex. Beulah you was the SEX NAZI!! Motto: They were nasty as hell in the 50's and 60's they just hid it better.

Fast Times At Ridgemont High: (see above Pic for hubby's and many other boys' fav scene) It was also highschool.. but DUDDEEE Spicoli was wicked kewl.. wonder where that dude is now? *blinks* ROFLMFAO I think he like married Madonna and some junk. I am sure he hasn't made any movies since, I'd remember Spicoli being in a movie since then, right? Riiiggghtt. I also had a pair of those checkered deck shoes, and parachute pants (shut up I hear you people laughing!!) Motto: Dude!! Pot!! Sex!!! And Carrots are a part of your balanced diet. *snicker*

Valley Girl (Nick Cage .. damn) Er, on second glance the only thing I can remember about that movie was Nick Cage.. well, that and like um.. darn, something else, well like it's totally tubular, I don't like think it's all that like important and some junk what I've forgotten, I mean get real! Gag me with a coffee pot or something Gah! Motto: Nick Cage is hot.. and Like is like way over used now.

Heathers: Winona stole the entire movie, showing an aptitude for her new career in shoplifting. *winces* I know, that was mean, but the woman needs a tan so she will blend in, maybe this way she won't get caught so often. Motto: Christian Slater is a bad influence and blondes are evil. And drano is not to be substituted for Ovaltine as your breakfast bevvie.

16 Candles: Don't look now, I won't waste another tear!! I LOVED MOLLY SHE WAS MY HERO! Matt was hot too, and sheesh! Have yall looked at Anthony Michael Hall lately? During the 80's he was a lil geeky weaky boy.. shown below Aww.. gawky but slightly cute. Motto: Redhair is sweet, granma's are insane, Long Duck Dong is not somethin you wanna name your kid.

Pretty in Pink: Molly rocked, Ducky was winsome, and wasshisname Spader was a prick but still hot as hell. Blaine (wtf? ew, that was the name of the bad train in Dark Tower) Annie Potts was a kewl chick. Motto:when in doubt make the dress really ugly.. blah. But go for the rich guy.. specially if he's cute. I personally liked James Spader, I could have trained him to act like a human.



The Breakfast Club aww.. Brian was sweet.. but they all got high in that didn't they? OMG! Kids getting high? It was pre PC I guess .. Motto: Duudeeeee pot lowers you inhibitions so you can make friends with the nerds and schizos even if you are the hotty, the badboy, the jock, etc. And um.. Judd's hot.. damn.

Others too numerous to mention had these kids too cool for the school, they wore the shortest skirts, kissed on the lips and lots of other things I'd have been whipped and sent home for..

But back to Anthony Michael Hall *grins*




However, imagine my surprise when I turn on the tv and see this HOT GUY starring in Dead Zone. I saw the ads and went whoohoo is that? *blink* Hubby smirked and said nothing as he is the one and only true Movie Geek of all time. Here I am, watching the first night, I loved the book (Stephen is the KANG BABY), I watched the movie but I will admit that I watched the tv series cause of this dude.. I saw at the opening credits the name Anthony Michael Hall. I said, kewl, aint seen him in a while and I start looking for that dude,to the left. Ahem. .. well.





WHOOOAA!! DUDE!! What happened? Does milk do a body good or what? He like grew.. and in a lot of nice places too. I confess to loving him to death in 16 candles, the Breakfast Club (ur.. well Judd was the man in that movie, bad boy.. sheesh) and Weird Science. But it was the way you'd love a bro, or your friend.. he was kewl, funny and sweet.

Now? *looks at the pic on the left* I'd make that man walk bowlegged.. LOL.. meowr.. or else, he'd make ME walk that way LOL.


I think perhaps I've gone off the subject here, cause I don't really remember what the crap I was talking about in the first place. OH! now I remember..







Tommy Lee in college.. I have this to say about that..


ROFLMFAO! Tommy!! Please, be a beauty school drop out, a shop dude, whatever.. but don't be making me look at your dumbass in college! Ok, so, maybe you will learn something, but I don't think that those sorority girls are quite ready for the bad bad boy of rock. Motley Crue was an institution in my growing years.. in my teens they rocked. (I liked Nikki, where the hell is HE?) But I didn't think I'd ever see one of them at a college. And another thing? Why the hell Nebraska? Dude, LSU ROCKS GIEUX TIGERS!!! Plus, they are way closer to New Orleans, girls show their tits all the time there. You'd feel right at home .

In remembrance of all forms of 80's crap.. Peace out.. wurd to ya mutha.

I suppose this means I am the next generation now.

Clarence Brantley d. August 15, 2005

So, here they are. My paternal grandparents, called Meemaw and Peepaw by myself and my brother. They were special in their own right, each one imparting different wisdom to me.

When I was a little girl, we lived next door to them and looking back I am quite sure I drove them nuts with my incessant questions, running back and forth from my house to theirs and just all around Jennishness that only I can provide. But they were always there, always sweet and patient and kind. You didn't mess with Meemaw's dustcatchers and you did NOT mess with Peepaw's fishing nets.

Meemaw passed away last year, after a long illness that ultimately took both her legs, her mind, her voice, her whole being so that by the time she was gone, it seemed like she'd already left long before.

Peepaw wasn't this way. Oh, in the way of the one left behind he'd gone downhill. After almost 70 years together, existing apart just doesn't seem something to do, you know? Peepaw and Meemaw, they were a matched set, both to me and it seemed to each other.

That isn't to say that they didn't fight, because they did. I heard them and thought it was the funniest thing ever. Peepaw would say, Emmer! (her name was Emma but we are hicks, hence Emmer is how its pronounced) go to hell! She'd answer with that southern belle cutting wit that can cut your legs out from beneath you before you quite know what's happened. "Why Clarence! I was wondering when you were going to invite me to your family home!" Yeah, sweet people they were.

She was vain enough to be dying her hair at the age of 70 whereby my Peepaw informed her that it was sort of silly seeings how all her children were gray headed. She was mean enough to tell him that he made her gray headed and therefore he'd pay for the dye job or take two black eyes from her if he didn't shet up. Not that I ever saw them fight, physically I mean. They loved my mother even after she left my daddy, they still made sure she knew it too.

They were real, that was what. Not too sweet, not too cantankerous, not too oldfashioned, and not to old to whup your lil ass young lady if you don't get down out of that there tree! Pawpaw fished for a living for over forty years. Meemaw raised 8 kids one of which was my daddy, who aint the most angelic himself. After years of almost starving, freezing etc, they made sure they had heat in the winter and food in at least 6 freezers, yeah, I said 6.

She is the one that taught my mama to cook (bless that woman) and he is the one that taught me to clean a catfish, a deer, and a squirrel. He also taught me that rabies was a grave disease that would creep upon you unawares. Yes, he did tell me this so I would stop picking up baby armadillos as I refused to believe in the word leprosy. He pulled the beestinger out of my foot as I screamed. Laughed at me but then hugged me when I still cried thirty minutes later.

Meemaw would give you the shirt off her back, but first she'd wash it w/clorox and spray it with lysol. My grandpaw hated both of these products as he swore she tried to kill him with them. I love them both so much, and I have that old man's chin, his stubbornness, her way of standing, her love of disinfectant and ability to rant like a wild banshee one minute and be sweet as a Georgia Peach the next.

Meemaw and Peepaw.. I am going to miss you, but you are once again a matched set.

To a very important lady:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NEE!!

Opus finds that goin sans pants is freeing. Whatever you do, with our without your underpants, I hope you have a lovely wonderful birthday. Love ya missy!

All good things must come to an end.. Summer aint one of them.

At least not down here. This is the deep south, as in deep freakin fried! Augh! It's hot, it's humid, it's nasty and icky and will sap your energy in the time it takes for you to get from your ac'd house to your hot as hell car.

I do not believe that Ford, Chevy, Dodge or any of the others actually meant to make ovens, but they did a bang up job of it anways. You get into the car and make the eww wee it's hot face. This is not an attractive face, but you cannot seem to help it.

You feel as if you have been baked, like a cookie, only not as tasty and sweet smelling. Deodorant is your friend, people, don't forget the stuff. *sniffs pits* I'm good, I use Secret, strong enough for a man, made for a woman and all that there.

Now then, how bout a little snow? *looks up at the sky* No? Crap! Rain then? Oooh!! Thanks! its raining buckets here, and I am about to have to go outside with my newly washed and yes, Karen, newly straightened hair. I am not amused at all. Either I am going to be drenched and look like a wet cat or its going to stop raining and the whole outside shall turn into a sauna, with fauna (tee hee) and bugs too dammit! So, my hair will be wild as Diana Ross' after a run in w/a light socket

Bugs suck, heat sucks, but the all powerful freon powered AC is king, no make that Queen! Happy Hump Day (that is Wednesday to you non-Friday loving commies) hope the downhill portion of your week is good to you! (hugs all) Ew, not a long hug, it's too darned hot for that *turns on her personal fan* How many speed does this thing have? Where in the heck is the turbo function?? Why don't I have a personal lacky that will carry me around on a block of ice. *blinks* Fine, six of them, hush!

Editorial Comments from Me.

Nice View, but are we ever gonna live here?
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They put a man on the moon, fine. They journeyed to Mars, fine, but hey! When do we either, see results or stop it all together? I just got through reading a blog of a very wonderful teacher, where it is shown that teachers are treated like trash. And yet, they send people to space with alarming frequency. They also kill them in the process way too often for me. Sheesh.

So, while the view to the left is mighty nice, I am sure its way cheaper to send an automatic Kodak up there to take this picture than both risk lives and waste my tax money sending up someone that has to use flippin duct tape to repair the shuttle! GAH!

I tell you this, for a teacher to have to strike or move to another state to get a pay raise, and even myself, a receptionist in a goverment owned hospital to do so, (w/out result I might add) when these people are being sent up in shoddily repaired, old as dirt tin cans to do what? Look kewl drinking Tang? Maybe find out that hey, toilets get clogged up here too, or yehaw! take purdy pictures from space.

And Star Trek is my favorite SCIFI show! I love the whole Space being the final frontier thing, but what the heck are we going to do with it all? Writing it or filming it into movies for enjoyment is all well and good, heck make all the dang movies you want (no more bloody Star Wars please!) but stop that money guzzling crap you people are doing down there in Texas and until you do, get someone that don't sound like such a hick to say this:

Houston, we have a problem..

You're damned right we do. I am all for exploration, widening our boundaries, but to do something that could feed the homeless in North America for a year or give an across the board pay raise to teachers, or heck, help balance the national budget for the same cost is wasteful and stupid. And then for crimenies sakes! yall use bloody duct tape to fix the tiles!!

Who did that grout work is what I want to know!! Is his plumber's crack even now being revoked? Does RedGreen know its been ripped off, and if not, who's gone tell em, and if they tell em, will the show be able to snicker and snort and use that duct tape .. the choice of astronauts joke in their show for payment?

I have digressed. *sighs* But really people! What the hell is this? I haven't seen not one damned Vulcan, no Klingons, nothing! There is nothing out there, its just us! Do yall know why? All the other peeps found out about our goofy butts and MOVED to the other side of the universe. We are the trailer trash of the galaxy.. the redneck relatives nobody wants to claim. Again, I tell you this Mr. Bush... Houston Yall got a problem. *steps off her soap box and kicks it into orbit*

In over my head?

Alrighty, I am really, REALLY done now with my Tail of the Wyvern book. Book one in the Adventures of Aetherea is about as good as I can make it. I've looked at it hard and meanly, rearranged a sentence here, fixed an incorrect word there.

Now what? AUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!

That little water nymph is me, basically, according to the Meems in any case. But unlike this little water girl, I may be in over my head.

This word is a bad words, please be advised of this beforehand. Its called a synopsis (cymbals crash and the Jaws music begins) How in the crap do I distill my 350+ page story into two or three pages? What do I tell, who the hell do I send it to? EEEK

So, here begins the journey of Jenn .. I am sure it will be full of pitfalls, about which I shall fuss and carp. Maybe some highs, some lows, some really sniffly days which I am sure will be made better with the judicious application of chocolate.

The therapeutic qualities of this substance were first discovered by the Incas, smart peeps you know, cept that cutting off of the heads. Although, if these peeps were caught stealing chocy, I can understand the need to lop off their heads. *coughs* Anyhoo, chococide aside, what about this flippin synopsis. *munches on the chocy*

Perhaps I need some serious help. Yes, you guessed it

BRING ON THE EXTRA STRONG EXTRA RICH GODIVA'S PLEASE!!!
Stat! It's an emergency. While I wait for them to arrive, I shall try and muddle through this silly inane bit of homework I, a woman out of school for over 20 years (ew, that is sucky to think on blah) am being FORCED to endure. This is Un-American. *sniffs and opens another Dove Caramel chocy*

Friday! Woohoo!

Another week is over and I couldn't be happier about this. Summer is a long and tormented ordeal for a person from the deep south. The days are long, the nights are hot, my hair is way bad frizzy! (mutters). The picture on the left shows me when I liked it big and puffy and wildly curly. I used to have this straight as a board hair and had to have it permed. (yes, it was the 80's I had the big hair, move on!)

Now, when straight hair is in, what happens? I have frizzy hair! Woe is me! *sniffles* Anyhoo, they have those straightening irons, I have one, I despise it with a passion reserved for hot rollers and curling irons of my past. I've sustained many a bad burn by one of those puppies, up to and including my eyeball (no, I was NOT trying to curl my eyelashes with it gah!) I hate the time consuming process of straightening out my hair.

Oh, and when I go out, it frizzes back up again anyway, I refuse REFUSE! So, I got bumpy hair, not curly, not wavy, bumpy... pffth.. Maybe it is copying my thighs. Who knows, who cares? I have the 90's and 2000's version of a bananna clip; called *shudders* a spider clip. Its huge, it keeps my hair back and well, I don't even have to comb it if I don't want.

Have a good Friday all.. I am off for the wilds of the hellmouth, to battle the demon overlords of retail and bring home a few perishables for supper. I may reward myself by stopping at my mecca (BOOKS A MILLION) and getting a coffee from Joe Muggs. No books, I have a selfimposed ban on them until I deplete my TBR pile a bit more. Plus, hubby and I have begun to converge on our tastes in books. I can so outwait him on the book buying. *grins* He is not as strong willed (read broke here) as me. LOL tata!!