Thises and Thats
Mamacita says: I’ve been throwing dirty laundry down the stairs all day and now we can’t open the garage door. I’d go downstairs to start a load but I can’t get to the bottom of the stairs. Someone will have to go outside and come in through the garage, open the door really hard, and clear a path. I’d do it, but I’m busy typing. My husband will be home soon. When I hear him cuss, I’ll know the path is clear.
When you’ve been married a long time, you have these little subtle signals.
Speaking of being married a long time, though. . . click over to Kenju’s blog and wish her and her very lucky husband a Happy Anniversary. 45 years is a long time! We can all take lessons from this lovely lady.
We picked blueberries this morning. Come on over. Hurry, though, because they’re going fast. You know how birds always poop red and blue in berry season? Yeah, well, I just wondered. No reason.
My random playlist is almost too weird even for me. My kids can tell you how strange some of those playlists can be. Whatever, I like them.
Steve Spangler sent me the coolest science toy EVER. It came in today’s mail, I can’t stop playing with it, and I can only imagine how much fun an actual kid would have with it. I wanted to title this post “I can’t stop playing with my balls” but I didn’t want to offend anybody.
Hahaha, who am I kidding? Easily offended people haven’t been coming here for years. Possibly it’s some kind of defense mechanism for their delicate sensibilities. Feh.
I’m nice, really I am. I just don’t suffer fools gladly, and I don’t think YOU should, either. Maybe if EVERYBODY stopped suffering fools gladly, the fools would straighten up and fly right.
You know, instead of being put in charge of things.
“Green Tambourine” is actually a pretty cool song.
Okay, now I’m off to the laundry room to use my college degrees to help me scrape lint off the dryer trap. Thank goodness I have those; otherwise, I’d be just standing there wondering why the dryer kept catching fire.
P.S. Thises and thats are ” potpourri” on Jeopardy.
Excitement Makes Me Itch
Mamacita says: I’ve got an exciting few weeks coming up, what with Science in the Rockies and BlogHer and a Grogan family reunion in the lineup. I’m going to be seeing people I haven’t seen in a year, meeting fabulous wonderful people I’ve been dying to meet for ages, and hanging out with cousins I adore, so naturally I’m doing my usually Blind Panic Waltz. This summer’s Blind Panic Waltz overture is brought to you by Black and Decker, which has been trying to kill me for years and might still succeed since I 
haven’t got the sense to stay out of the weeds.
Oh, the weed eater didn’t slash me this time – it seems there’s this little thing called a “guard” that you’re supposed to include when you put the thing together, who knew? – but I do have me a real talent for finding and liquifying large batches of poison ivy, splattering the essence all over myself and pretty much guaranteeing disfigurement for PEOPLE to see. I generally do this right before something wonderful, wherein I really, really want to make a good impression on people I totally adore even before I meet them, and even more so after I do. What I inevitably do is make people scratch their own heads and wonder where in the world I could have gotten St. Vitus Dance in this day and age.
I’m so excited about Science in the Rockies and BlogHer and seeing the Grogans that I can’t even sleep at night. Airplanes, trains, and right in my own home! I love people! I love learning things! I love everything right now, honestly.
Except my weedeater. 
See you soon. I’ll be the big blonde chick standing in the corner trying not to scratch.
Ten Things Tuesday
Mamacita says:
1. It didn’t rain today, and all the plants, animals, and people are in shock. I mean to say, we don’t know what to do with ourselves. We’re peeking out of the ark and seeing sunlight. I guess one of us should send a dove out to scope for land.
2. All the plants in the WalMart nursery are marked down to quarters and fitty-cent pieces, so I bought a few Gerbera daisies, black-eyed Susans, and coleus to fill in the dead spots where what I planted before was washed away or dissolved like the Wicked Witch of the West.
3. 4-gig flash drives are on sale at Big Lots for ten bucks. I thought that was a pretty good deal. I’m a sucker for a good electronics bargain.
4. I wish I could get my hair cut before BlogHer. I also wish I could lose a hundred pounds before BlogHer, but neither one is going to happen. Not unless I figure out how to win the lottery and conquer the space/time continuum in the next few days. Don’t hold your breath.
5. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow at 2:30, and I have a creepy feeling that he’s going to take one look at my bloodwork and say the words “daily injection,” whereupon I will not freak out, exactly, but I might have to go to the gym and run on the treadmill until it makes like a cartoon treadmill and falls apart, revealing all kinds of gears and sproingy springs and whirly things underneath, all run by a frantically sprinting hamster in one of those little Ferris wheel-like cage-wheels. I guess some might call that freaking out, but I don’t. When I freak out, you’ll know it.
6. I’m sure I don’t know why I haven’t lost any more weight lately. My recent late-night ham sandwich swimming in Miracle Whip obsession can’t have anything to do with it.
7. I have a lovely stone planter full of blooming rosebushes, but nobody can see it because while I mowed around it just the other day, nobody here has trimmed around it yet this summer and the grass is over two feet tall, totally obliterating both the roses and anybody’s chance of seeing them until something is done. Again, don’t hold your breath. It’s a kind of test I’m giving.
8. We had Grecco’s pizza for supper. It had been a while, and it was really good. Porking down in the restaurant did not, however, prevent me from my current ham sandwich swimming in Miracle Whip fetish a few minutes ago.
9. Just can’t seem to lose any more weight. It’s a mystery. I must have hit a plateau; I’ve read about them and my situation matches.
10. Fat chicks are really, really good at rationalizing their own stupid behaviors.
