Saturday's disjointed thoughts

I watch some weird stuff on TV.  Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, Locked Up, Dirty Jobs, Myth Busters, COPS, Storm Chasers...the list goes on and on.  There's no rhyme or reason to what I watch on Saturday.  It's rambling and disjointed, like my thoughts.

Kevin's at the store.  I seldom go with him because we spend more when we're both there.  It's too depressing for me to go alone.  The same amount of money gets half the groceries as last year.  I need to get a second mortgage to buy milk.

My girls are getting too big to sit in the back seat of my car.  For them to sit comfortably, we have to be uncomfortable, moving our seats up.  It's a great car to get me back and forth to work, 80 miles round trip, but it's just too tight for all of us.

Hawkeye is getting more vocal in his old age.  He used to howl when he heard sirens, outside OR on TV, but now he'll howl with very little prompting by us, and he'll "talk" to us...half howling, half barking, sort of a whiney tone.   Weird dog.

I'm in a mood.  I've been getting my feelings hurt really easily for the past few days.  I also feel like I don't get to control anything.  It's like it's just happening all around me, and I have to sit and watch.  Nothing's really changed.  Everything is as it always has been.  I'm just not reacting well to it.

I think I need to get together with my best bud, Tammy.  I haven't seen her in a while.  We talk on the phone sometimes, when we're driving home from work, but I really want to hang out with her for a while.  That won't happen for a while, though.  Kevin will be out-of-commission, and I'm leaving town next weekend.  Soon, though.

We're out of Diet Coke.  That's sort of like a sin.  I'm drinking iced tea, but I'm not thrilled about it.  It's a good thing Kevin's at the store.  And, we didn't run out until this morning, so it's not like it's been days or anything.  I get antsy when we don't have the Nectar of the Gods in the house.

I'm glad we have a dryer again.  It also helps that this one has a buzzer.  The old one didn't.  It was hard to tell when it was done, since the laundry is downstairs.  Now, there's no question as to when it's done.  BBUUUUUZZZZZZZZ!

OK, back to channel surfing and licking my emotional wounds.