The things in my head go ’round and ’round

Today I have spent a good portion of my day washing dishes. Load after load of dirty dishes. It has seemed that I just finish one load, put it away, and I have another load ready to go.

Where the hell are these dishes coming from? There has only been the three of us here. It isn’t as if we have been on some mad food binge. I am tired of washing dishes.

And it isn’t as if I have my hands immersed in a sink full of dishes. We have a dishwasher. I am just tired of loading, and unloading this beast. Maybe I should have someone like this:

trained to do my dishes. Wasn’t there a movie about using vampires as slaves? It was made sometime in the 90’s I do believe.

Of course, you wouldn’t want to turn your back on them. Or go to sleep at night. Just in case, you know.

Great.

Now I am going to be creeped out.

Namaste.

Sometimes the things in my head are not so nice. They sometimes are just a tad bit bitchy, and might just bite you if you aren’t looking.

That is what is going on in my head today. We are adolescents. Not well behaved adolescents. Spoiled adolescents. Who want what we want when we want it.

No patience. No concern about anyone other than ourselves.

What brings this on? We are all bitching about the price of fuel.

It has sky rocketed in the past year. Why? Any number of reasons, in reality. And one of them is that it is good for business.

Like it or not, if you have any stock in any oil company right now you are happy. If you own oil stock, you are making money. And isn’t that why you bought stock? To make money?

I wrote about a speed trap that is outside of the town I live in. Why do we need speed traps? Because people go faster than the speed limit. And if you break the law, then we employ people who are supposed to enforce the law. Again with the business.

Business is every where. Don’t want tickets? Don’t speed. Don’t want high oil prices? Find another source for fuel.

There are easy solutions to everything. Just do what needs to be done. We complain that our politicians don’t speak for us. That they speak for PAC’s. So vote them out. And vote in someone else. But understand that the PAC’s are there because they are making money. It is business. So at some point in time you will have to get rid of the PAC’s.

Can we all play nice without all of the folks that are between us trying to get our cash out of our hands? I wonder.

The things in my head:

I do not feel that words have been created to fully describe the bomdeliciousedness of the steaks I made to day out on my gas grill.

Oh. My. God. They were the absolute best that I have ever grilled. Tender, juicy, and medium rare. That paired with my Mom’s almost-just-like-her-recipe-that-I-called-and-asked-her-for-the-other-morning potato salad. Mom, I just added some more onion, and some really good mustard to it. It was kickin’. You would have liked it. Other than I didn’t put in any celery as this family that I have married in, doesn’t like celery. And they tend to put a lot of salt on their food.

Strange.

So, that was my peaceful Memorial Day. That and falling asleep in the hammock for a while.

Namaste.

The things in my head are revolving around flat screen televisions.

My FIL came over last night telling me that he went out and bought this:

I am officially jealous. I want one of these things. I need one of these. I deserve one of these.

Tell me I don’t.

Namaste.

The things in my head:

If you continue to ride my ass as I drive down this road, I might just have to hit my brakes. Your ultimately newer SUV will not look that good with the bed of my 12 year old truck protruding from your grill.

I am going 10 mph over the speed limit. Get off of my ass.

Peanut butter no bake cookies are a gift from Yaweh.

I have a neighbor who is a lawn mowing maniac. He not only mows his. He mows his neighbor on the other side of him, along with the neighbor on the other side of THEM, and two lawns across the street. And I just finished harvesting the hay in my front yard. He came home, saw my freshly mown lawn, and just about killed himself galloping out to his shed to get his mower out. Not to be outdone.

His wife has this thing about sweeping their driveway.

Namaste.