Cod liver oil.....blech

(no, that's not me, I found this online *lol*)

Give me a show of hands from everyone who had to take this stuff when you were little.

*HAND UP!*


I don't know how I came to think of it, or what my train of thought was at the moment, but I was sitting on the toilet (where I do some of my most very serious pondering) and tried to remember what cod liver oil translates to in Dutch.

LEVERTRAAN! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

I was very small, we still lived in the old house with my grandpa, so I was three or four. I remember mom hiding the awful stuff under a layer of sugar. I can still taste that awful goop.

I guess they didn't have multivitamins in those days.

Later, when I was a little older, and when there was an "R" in the month (we always had dinner together as a family), my mom would bring out the little white bottle with the red pills. Everyone took one after dinner. It was called Davitamon10.
The outside was sweet, but we were always told to just swallow it, not suck it, because it tasted bad on the inside.

Nowadays they have gummy bears and Flintstones you can suck on all you want, so much nicer.

Today was our one and only day off for this week. I had plenty to do, but I took Wheelie to the Cracker Barrel first for breakfast. The poor guy needs to air out once in a while.
I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to watch Boo yesterday (Sunday, the first day Bug's restaurant was going to be open)
After breakfast we ran by the post office, and took a stroll through the Hobby Lobby.
Sofar I've knitted 19 scarves, and I really don't have to make any more. But...it's just so relaxing to sit there and knit, I decided to make a few more. They still had plenty of skeins on clearance sale. So I'm cheap, sue me. :>)

We then went grocery shopping (sorry to be so boring with this report) .
Not that we needed much, but I know Wheelie likes to go through the aisles to see what's new.

When we got home there was a message on the phone. Barack called. Damn I missed him!

:>)

Back home I wrote all my Christmas cards in one sitting.

I noticed how my list has shortened over the years. There are a few people who dropped off the face of the earth, a few of them went to that big Bingo hall in the sky, and others never send me one back, so I've scratched them.
Took another quick run to the post office to drop all this stuff off, and I should have felt great.

Needed just a few more things at Target, so across the street I went. When I was in there, there was this young tall skinny fellow looking at CDs, he was wearing one of those long black raincoats. For some reason he scared the hell out of me. I was wondering what this kid could be hiding under that big coat. How those kids in Littleton CO wore those long coats and shot all those students.

It made me feel sick to my stomach. I mean, think about it.
Those people in Mumbai didn't know what horrors were imminent while they were having lunch, or enjoying their time in that hotel.
Life can take a turn for the worst at the flick of a wrist, so terribly unexpected.

What would you do?

I seriously started to look for the best way out, but the other side of my brain told me to get a grip, get what I came for and just leave.

Which I did.

It's raining. It's actually very cold out there. COAT time...some snow in the forecast, but only in North Georgia. Here it just sprinkles, but it feels brutal. (shuddup Sven :>))

PH worked 24 hours straight Saturday and Sunday. The poor guy had to clean and clear out the entire restaurant.
Fortunately for Wheelie, Bugs came home with a case of very interesting brewskies.

They were both going to take it easy today, Boo willing...

And all of a sudden it's 4:30 again and it's pitch dark outside.

Tea anyone?

SGMKJ!