Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Created by OnePlusYou - Free Dating
My blog's rated PG because of these: abortion (2x) pissed (1x)
Back here I was rated G. So my blog has now matured but only for the two words you see above. The reason I even mention this is last night we ate dinner with my folks and I showed my mom the recipe that I posted. She looked at it and said, "I saw that somewhere on the computer." She didn't want to make it because she doesn't really like chocolate. I thought we could make it at her house because I knew she would have all the staples it requires.
Later I asked her if she had seen it on my blog and she said she had. Then she said, "I don't really like the language that you use." ?????What????? The language I use? Okay whatever.
So my mom may or may not be stopping by the blog but I will not be watching my language anymore than normal. I try to use stand in words, that is generic, you know generic curse words, heh!
Now we didn't make the cake because she had some awesome brownies (yes chocolate) but with raspberry jelly on top, yum! Only thing that could have made it better would have been a swirl of white chocolate fudge, yum yum!
And between 6:44pm and 10:30pm I took three doses of sudafed. My head feels like nothing but airy cotton. I started getting drainage in my right ear yesterday afternoon. I went home, let the dog out and took the first dose. Then went to mom's to eat supper, got home around 7:30ish. Took the second dose at 7:40ish. Then sometime after 10pmish G, who also has some terrible drainage, woke up choking and coughing, so I got up to give her meds. Since I was up anyway I took the third dose because I knew the second dose would wear off before I woke up and I didn't want that to happen. So I was contemplating staying home when the alarm went off, but G woke up and said it is time to get up. I took another dose this morning before I left work but I feel my ear filling up again.
And do you like all my complex run on sentences? In high school my Sr. English teacher, whom I loathed, told me I write with too many simple sentences. Never mind that the sentences were structurally/gramatically correct; did I mention I loathed her and avoid her now anytime I might happen to see her in public, like at my mom's retirement shindig?
Where was I going with this? Oh yes the airy cotton feeling in my head....