More Super Bowl Ads

Walmart

I didn’t watch the Super Bowl, nor did I go to any Super Bowl parties. I went to Walmart instead. Why? Because I figured no one would be there. Everyone would be glued to their T.V. sets. I could finally get a shopping cart. I could buy a hair dryer. Buy computer speakers. Buy toilet paper. Buy. Buy. Buy. Shop. Shop. Shop. I could roam the aisles on a puff of smoke, the only one there. Okay, that was FantasyMart. Reality – Walmart was packed. There was one shopping cart left, and I had to run past a gaggle of texting teenaged girls at the door to get it. Then, I felt sorry for a woman, lugging a full sized T.V. set by hand in electronics, and I gave my cart to her. Walmart sucks, and sucks so bad it can defeat the Super Bowl with its eyes closed.

This was apparently Walmart’s ad during the Super Bowl.And now they have a sense of humor. Ack. I want you Walmart, even more than ever now.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

It’s rained so much here the road is growing grass. Grass.

I’m not quite sure what to do about it. I guess next time the Big Guy cuts the yard, I’ll ask if he wants to cut the street too. Two weekends ago, we went to see the Big Guy’s old auntie and do some chores around her house. Her roof was growing grass. Grass. She has a shake roof, but still. I could use a few dry days, and I think I’ll put in that request now.

Here’s the volcano I made today.
Go ahead. Call me a braggart. Looks pretty realistic, huh? My friend is taking it to the grammar school kids she teaches and showing them how it’ll blow some jello/Kool-aid/vinegar/baking soda magma down its tiny fake mountainside.

Lost

I don’t watch “Lost,” but the heavily promoted T.V. show is seducing me into tuning in AND the music is so dramatic. I have no clue what is going on, but apparently even if you’ve been a devoted fan, you are in the same boat as me. No clue.

This makes about as much sense as anything else on that show.

Any time the doctor and his crew start digging in the well shaft, I quit watching too – too much mud and too much plodding around in the mud. Even I know the girl at the bottom of the well is dead, and you better get back to the temple, Dead Jacob, and the guy rolled out from the casket who is now undead somehow.

Snuggling

The Usual

• UPS miss delivers my box of Nutrisystem ass, and claims I have it.
• Surveillance camera says otherwise.
• Neighbor keeps box for a few days until I inform him of above.
• 3 day migraine
• Emergency room
• Morhphine and Dilaudid
• Showdown with epilepsy doc

Let your imagination run wild on the sentences above and that’s where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. The one sentence that sticks out in my mind from the last week is the ER nurse who asked me, “Are you usually this white?” I don’t know how to begin to answer that question. “No, I’m usually black,” or “No, I take morphine all the time,” or “Yes, I am even though I haven’t looked in a mirror since I got here.” I just didn’t respond.

And now, I’m going to go eat a salad.

Olympic Coverage…or Not

Late Night Doggery

Weather Tree

I’ve never seen this one before. Trees be a blowing in the next few days according to weather bug.

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