Taco Bell
I spent my morning cleaning and deodorizing my basement. My mother-in-law finally left last night (woo hoo!) Unfortunately she left behind the lingering odor of her perfume (I can't stand her chosen scent). Armed with Febreze, Clorox wipes, baking soda and various scented oil plug-in devices, I braved the vapors of the basement and went to work this morning. I'm exhausted, but it's done. And it smells *M*U*C*H* better.
Since I was working so feverishly during the morning hours, I didn't have time to stop for lunch before time to pick up my youngest three children from school & Mom's Day Out. By the time I picked them up and delivered the appropriate gifts to each of their teachers, I was famished. So I made a run for the border.
Now, if you're a parent, you know that stopping to get fast food for just ONE person in the car is next to impossible. So I planned on ordering the kids a snack, too.
When I was a kid, Taco Bell served a scrumptious confection called a Cinnamon Crispa (they should've been called SINnamon Crispas, 'cause they were devilishly bad for the waistline...) They were like fried flour tortilla chips coated in sugary cinnamon. I don't know what year Taco Bell decided to go instead with a Cinnamon Twist, which is like a bag of large, twisted, cinnamon-sugar coated Cheeto-like things. But they're not nearly as good, I tell you.
Today I think I was stuck in the 80s, 'cause when I ordered, I asked for 4 orders of Cinnamon Crispas. Doink.
Yeah, that's all there is to that story. It doesn't have to really have a point, does it?
My Kid is Funny
After picking up our Taco Bell, we headed to Camryn's school. On the way, Aiden (5) suddenly blurted out, "Mommy! Are you thinking outside the bun?" Then he proceeded to poll his siblings, chanting, "Raise your hand if you're thinking outside the bun! Outside the bun.... outside the bunnnnnn..." I swear, that kid makes me laugh hard. He's a riot. I loves me some freckle-faced, long-eyelashed Aiden Josiah. His smile is an ointment for my soul.
Revenge Songs
I was playing Wynonna Judd in the car today. I love, love, love her song "That Was Yesterday". It's a total revenge, spit in your face, did you really think I wouldn't survive? song. Like Destiny Child's "Survivor" and Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive", "That Was Yesterday" kicks butt. I've played it more than once in my lifetime. It's the kind of song that makes you want to grab a hairbrush, and with long, red fingernails pointing to unseen people who've ever done you wrong, SING YOUR HEART OUT.
Yeah, it ROCKS.
Wynonna rocks.
Here are the lyrics.
It's finally over
But I can't even cry
So, don't you give me no sweet talk
You done told your last lie
I was your puppet
Just a dancin, dancin on a string
But when the sun went down last night,
Lord, it changed everything
Today I feel different
'cause now I can see
That you care more 'bout yourself
Than mistreatin' me
It took me a long time
To figure you out
But misery and pain
Ain't what love's all about
(chorus)
I was your woman
But ya threw me away
I used to be your very own
Custom made, love slave, do-anything-for-you little fool
But that was yesterday
That was yesterday
And so it goes
Another lesson gets learned
And in the big book of experience
Another page gets turned
Now you say you need me
Well, honey, you got some nerve
I hope some sweet tomorrow
We both get what we deserve
(repeat chorus)
I'm packing up and movin' on
Your real good thing is good and gone
'Scuse me. I need to go find a bottle of red nail polish and a hairbrush.
Oh, and Brooke, I'll put it on your iPod after Santa brings it. It might help you get over a certain someone.
Just a little Rx from your big sis.
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