Dawn Patrol is up and so am I.
I must be crazy.
However, today is special shapes! I feel like a kid at Cutter Field again. W00t!
Yanno, that cloud cover yesterday made things feel a bit warmer. Today is just nice and frosty cold. Yeow!
Photos to come if I can score 'em.
Woo. I am *tired*! And delerious. I am dangerous when I am delerious.
Hit 115 visitors yesterday, a new record for my little blog that could!
Thanks to all the eyeballs that (who?) dropped on by! Much appreciated!
Today I embark on a journey back to New Mexico. We’ll see what sort of trouble I can get myself into!
And oh yes, there will be good eats. Of that there is NO doubt!
Oooooh baby! I bought a new eeeelectrical device over the weekend and I’m becoming an OCD monster with this thing!
After reading one or another health book written by some expert and the need for more fruits and veggies in the diet and how big corporation farmed veggies are less healthy than ever and now it takes tons and tons of vegs to get the job done and we all need to be healthier and have more fruits and veggies and (breathe breathe) soooo….
I bought a juicer.
[Tim the Toolman Taylor grunt]
Oh yeah. This one right here: new toy
I shopped best prices, best brands, compared, touched, felt, took ’em apart and finally settled on one with good reviews, ease of operation, and, oh yeah, I had a coupon. That always helps.
I clutched this little beauty to my chest and put it lovingly into the Jeep. Then I went to Trader Joe’s and went nutty in the produce aisle.
Whew! All stocked up, I was rarin’ to go.
I had a little trepidation when I first fired this thing up. It says in the literature, you can drop a whole apple in there. But, you know…sometimes they *lie* in sales literature.
So imagine my delight when I fired up that 13,000 rpm (6,500 on the low end) mo-chine and it emitted a low rumbling hum.
Then I slid a smallish apple down the chute and “woooompph” that thing was pulverized and a nice glass of juice poured out the spout. Oh, and it was delicious too!
Then I started channeling both Jack Lalanne and Tim the Tooltime Taylor, all at once.
I was like “well, what else can we fit down there?” For much of Sunday afternoon, The Good Man was patient as I ground down just about anything I could possibly fit down that chute and shove through with the “food pusher”.
Remember how Tim the Toolman wanted a garbage disposer that could chew up tree limbs? I think my juicer could do it! The juice would taste, uh, pine-y, but man what fun!
I *may* have lost the focus here on this whole juicing thing, not sure. But if you are a fruit or veggie anywhere my neighborhood, be very, very afraid.
I’m just saying. Today, there is a pineapple on my counter that tomorrow, won’t be more than a pile of rubble.
Woooo!
I am:
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A journey through the soul, told in the chosen format of crappy iPhone photos.
Oh coffee. How I love you so. (Yes, I know the cup is empty. It didn’t last long. I slurped that thing through that pretty blue straw and uttered an “aaaaah” when finished.)
Yes, I love you oh so much. Sadly, you don’t love me in return. You leave my stomach acidy, my esophagus crying out for relief and my adrenals asking for a nice day off.
It is a star-crossed love affair. And a fairly one sided love.
Ice cream, oh ice cream! Rich, creamy, frosty, tasty ice cream. How I adore you as you caress my mouth with your sugary creamy goodness.
But as much as I love you, you don’t love me back the same way. You leave me phlegmy. Also, all that sugar doesn’t help my already acidy tummy.
And you always seem to take up residence on my already poochy belly and round hips.
Damn you ice cream, for being so tantalizing and so not good for me!
Cheese! My sweet longtime lover, cheese! You and I go back to the early years. Remember all the grilled cheese sandwiches we shared? Sprinkling you over enchiladas and broiling until bubbly? Remember when I’d just hack off a slice and eat you as you are, because you and I are so simpatico like that?
Truly, you aren’t terrible for me when enjoyed in moderation, but how can I possibly enjoy your delicious goodness in moderation! No, I indulge too much in my love and you join ice cream on my hips.
It’s cruel, cheese, just too cruel. I mean, after all we’ve shared!!
Ah full fat ranch. You tempting, tempting fella. You flirt with me. Wink your little bottled dressing eye and beg me to partake.
Much like cheese, a little occasionally, fine. But who can have a *little* and why occasionally?
But you mock me. You taste so yum and then you turn on me and do mean things!
It’s not right! I love you so much, why can’t you show me a little kindness?
What’s this? Oh, hey lettuce. What are you doing here? Hmm, yeah, uh, nice to see you too.
I have what can certainly be described as kind regards for you. I’m sure you’re a very nice comestible.
You just don’t…turn me on.
But you seem to *adore* me. Oh sure, you treat me so nice, giving me nutrients and not settling on my hips. Providing energy and fiber and you are such a hair parted down the middle, church on Sunday, help little old ladies across the street nice sweet gentle food.
It’s just…I don’t *want* nice!
I want wild! And passionate! And fascinating and rich complex textures!
I want to run with the bad kids and cut class and down twinkies and potato chips and stick my tongue out at “health” experts!
I want….I want…..
Hey, hey good lookin’…..what’s your name? Wanna run around with me and coffee?
Oh, wait, who is that over there? Well hellooooo handsome!
Wanna take a walk on the beach, hand in hand, and watch the sun set? Wouldn’t that be a nice way to spend some time together?
I know I’m flirting…I can’t help it!
Oh wait, what’s this?
Oh crap. That’s not playing fair…
Hellloooooo lover!
…it is the sound of my mind being blown.
*pop*
Yesterday, I talked about this whole period-space-space thing.
So today, I’m going to take on a few grammar rules. I am breaking Sister Mary Margaret’s ruler right over my Strunk and White. Oh yes I am!
(That sounds kind of….naughty! heh heh)
Ok, confession time: I didn’t go to Catholic school. APS was a-ok.
Apparently middle school is much on my mind this week. Likely reflective of my mental age right now…but I digress.
Today we speak of Mr. Parker. Oh yes, another educator that saw my brother and sister pass through the doors of his classroom before I came along, all impressionable and scared.
Mr. Parker was, to put it mildly, a grammar Nazi.
(Yes, that’s putting it mildly! And no I am *not* prone to hyperbole! Quit taunting me!)
Mr. Parker was all about forcing us to diagram sentences at the chalkboard.
(For the younger readers, yes, we used actual chalk in those days. And we had to walk uphill both ways to get to school.)
Mr. Parker would rattle off a sentence, and then we had to diagram the damn thing.
If you got stuck, he’d make sarcastic comments. Occasionally singing a little ditty meant to embarrass you. And then he’d tell you how you blew it. Because we always blew it when it came to diagramming sentences.
Fun.
So Mr. Parker’s waltzing, melodic teasing is in the back of my mind as I read this article:
Three grammar rules that are okay to break.
Doh! That’s wickedly delicious, like getting caught smoking out behind the portable buildings!
(Not that I did, I was am a painfully rules compliant girl)
Here we go:
1. Feel free to boldly split infinitives.
They quote the famous Gene Rodenberry line, “To boldy go where no man has gone before” as evidence that this is ok.
Hmm. Not sure “Star Trek” is the high water mark for grammatical correctness. Then again, maybe I could get into this.
Problem is, it’s also been drilled into me that adverbs should be kept to a minimum, under which “boldly” would qualify.
So…to capriciously break the rules, seems…well, I just did it, that’s not so bad.
Oh yeah, I’m turning to the dark side!
(Mixing metaphors too! Oh, I’m naughty!)
2. Ending a sentence with a preposition is nothing to worry about.
Ok, I admit it, I already do this. And I hear Mr. Parker in my head when I do, but damnit, I do it anyway.
But I’m not going to stop!
At least until I get in trouble and then I’ll be very compliant and mild.
3. Is it even okay to use sentence fragments? Yes.
Yeah, ok, fine. I do this. A lot. With frequency. And I’m not going to quit!
If loving sentence fragments is wrong, I don’t want to be right!
I often get that green squiggly underline in Word that says “sentence fragment, consider revising.” To which I reply, boldly: “NO!”
Then click ignore. It feels so good to click ignore.
You wanna know what else?
I also dangle my participles. I do and I’m not sorry.
Oh I’m grammatically running amok now!
Whoooooooo!
