Thinking in my Car on the Way Home From Walmart...

I totally obeyed the Walmart honor code and wore my sweats shopping today....and a baseball cap....and no makeup....and running shoes..... I was missing a mullet, revealing tank top, and choice words spouting out of my red neck mouth to my troublesome children, but I made up for it with the beebee gun in my trunk. I wonder if I could get arrested for that? For once I didn't see anyone I know, this being the most popular hangout in the entire city besides the canyon where people go to drink. Word.

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Thank goodness I have the Word of Wisdom in my life because I would be an awful coffee addict. I can still feel the remnants of the ice cream I ate last night buzzing through my veins. I'm also glad that I didn't eat the whole quart, mercy.

Let me just say it for you world, I'm a hypocrite.

Holland is cleaner than America. We are messy, cluttered people. I remember when I lived in that small cramped apartment with two small children. Everyday, through my paper thin walls, I could hear my neighbor clean her "porch", which was actually just a shared sidewalk. She was not from America, and it was obvious that she took great pride in her home, humble as it was. I could hear her sweep, sweep, sweep, and then she would dump a bucket of water on the concrete and sweep, sweep again.

With this daily ritual I'm almost certain that one could eat off her doorstep.

Wow there's a lot of different decorating styles our here. Landon wishes I was one of those cool moms that covers their front lawn with spooky headstones and plasters all the windows with sticky cobwebs. I just can't bring myself to put out one of those big inflatable pumpkins or frankensteins....

I'm such a kill joy.

Am I the only one who has to center the Manhole under my car

while I'm driving?

manhole covers from france and spain by valewis

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I really like onion rings, especially with fry sauce.

picture by gothangell
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There's that man again. He is always walking down Main Street. He reminds me of Boo Radley. A little unstable, but with a big heart. Sometimes he's holding a big gulp...I wonder what his life is like? I see him almost daily on this road, so does he just walk back and forth all day long? I wonder if he eats syrup on squirrels...wait, do I have my characters straight?
Note to self:
reread To Kill A Mockingbird