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I haven’t participated in Random Tuesday Thoughts for awhile, so here we go.  Grab the the purple button, link up with Keely, and play along.

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Is it just me, or is there something infinitely comforting in the knowledge there’s a full carton of half-and-half in the refrigerator at work?

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We returned to White Feather Meats yesterday and ordered an entire pig – and extra baby back ribs, much to Beloved’s delight.

We’ve decided to name our pig Arnold.  Beloved kept wanting to call him Wilbur, but I read Charlotte’s Web too many times as a child and cannot eat a Wilbur, even if he is “some pig.”

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Okay, it is my opinion that The Learning Channel has simply gone too far.

We are heading to Hocking Hills the first week of August where we will converge with Oldest Son, Darling Daughter and her significant other, The Young One, Jolly and her significant other and the G Man, and Beloved’s Only Niece (who is just a hoot and a half) to terrorize frolic in the various parks there for four days.  One of the things we want to do is rent one of those pontoon “party” boats for a day and let the kids spend their leisure time falling diving into Lake Logan.

Jolly, however, adamantly refused (at first) to let us take the G Man into the lake.  Not on the lake, but in the water itself.  Why you ask?

Because she watched a show on The Learning Channel about some flesh-eating virus that lives in fresh-water lakes.

Thank you, TLC, for forcing Beloved and me to point out that we’ve both swam in many lakes in the nearly 50 years we’ve both been on this earth and not only is our flesh still in tact, there’s far too much of it.

Can someone point me in the direction of a lake with a fat-eating virus, please?

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Darling Daughter recently acquired a kitten when the management of her apartment made her find another home for her rottweiler mix puppy (even after they told her there were no “breed restrictions”).  Until recently, the kitten had no name – I believe they were simply calling her “Kitty.”

She has one now, according to Darling Daughter’s most recent Facebook status:  Princess KittySkankButtface.

Seems like an awfully long name to burden a poor kitten with, if you ask me.

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I have been plagued by nightmares lately.   And as afraid of the dark as I am, my nightmares rarely, if ever, include monsters.  No, my nightmares always have something terrible happening to one of my kids.

There’s nothing like getting up at 2 a.m. to IM your eldest child, knowing he will still be awake, to make sure he’s all right and to remind him to look both ways before he crosses the street.

Those bus drivers never look where they’re going.

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Since we’re on the subject of nightmares, I started to have a doozy of one last night.  Started, but didn’t finish because I made myself wake up.  In it, I was approached by The Young One, who said he had something to tell me.  I waited patiently enough, figuring I knew what it was, when the word “vampire” came out of his mouth and I immediately made myself snap out of it.

Apparently, I can handle being told that my kid is gay, but not a gay sparkly vampire.

(However,  if the history in the internet browser on The Young One’s computer is anything to judge by, the boy is definitely NOT gay.  You didn’t know Mom checked on that, did you dear?)

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Oddly enough, I haven’t had a nightmare about Darling Daughter in awhile, which is odd since she is the one zooming around Las Vegas on a damn scooter.

Maybe the fact she’d name her poor cat Princess KittySkankButtface is frightening enough.

(Oh, I kid – Mother loves you and you know it.)