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Monday, Nov. 15, 2004 @ 4:55 pm
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I found this too funny, as I used to be a huge WKRP fan, though Johnny Fever was always my favorite character, and I've always seen myself as more of a Les Nessman type (only smarter, less anal and lot less uptight).

I am convinced there is such a thing as senile at 35, either that or having kids really does lower brain cells in which case I can blame all this on Warren (just kidding).

Earlier this week I did my usual run to spend way to much money on food at the grocery store, and then came home right away as I had to hurry and get it put away to run and pick up Warren for an appointment. I thought nothing of it at the time and my life went on its normal chaotic way (see yesterday's entry for example).

That night at dinner I was unable to find the large bottle of regular Ranch dressing I was sure I had purchased, but I did find a small bottle of the fat free stuff, so I just assumed I was having a mental day and went on with my evening.

This morning I was starting up my van to warm it up and defrost the windows (I live in North Dakota for those that are new here, Fargo to be exact). While waiting for it to reach the point where I can take my foot off the gas pedal and it wouldn't shutt off (its a very fussy elderly Dodge) I look in my back seat area and my eye happens to catch a white grocery bag with what appears to be a red Banquet chicken dinner box in it. At this point I am having one of those WTF moments (which I seem to have a lot of lately). I ran around to check out what the heck was going on, and in the bag were three tv dinners. It was at this point I flash back to my shopping trip earlier in the week, and have a need to slap myself. I pick up the bag only to discover yet another bag. (I think we all know where this is heading). This bag is heavy, and there inside with the mac and cheese (us evil working moms and our boxed dinners), ketchup and bbq sauce is the aforementioned Ranch Dressing. Smack self hard on head, beat head on van

I checked my van quickly to make sure I hadn't lost anything or anybody else (Al Capone anyone?) in the garbage scow on wheels I call transportation, and haul my new found bounty in to the house. Warren was only too happy to point out my advanced age (to this 11 year old 35 ranks up there with centurian).

I think its time to clean out my van, and my brain. Normally my body is up around 5am (lately) and out of the house at 8am. My brain however sleeps in until noon, as it is quite lazy. This is troublesome at night, my body is ready for a good night sleep at 9pm, but my brain is ready to party until some awful hour like midnight.

My son is only too happy to take advantage of this, such as when he forgets to tell me Andrew and he are biking to CJ's hockey game. I had given him permission ealier but wanted to know when they left.

Come to think of it, I think it is the boy!! (only kidding)


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Daily Dumbass: Do we need anymore reality shows, especially ones that are copies..
Thankful For: my hamburger stew that I made up last night came out great
Music of the mind: : Fortunate Son - CCR

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.