Zzzzzzzz, A Goodnight to All

Zzzzz, Zzzzzz, Zzzzz.   Oh, excuse me, I was sleeping,  I can tell I was sleeping, there is slobber on my pillow.
The alphabet has taken it's toll on me and I am ready to give up the letters.
So, goodnight to all.  See you all sometime next month.

Yes Siree Bob

Yes siree bob, this has been a fun ride, but I am ready to make my way towards the exit.  I am glad that this A to Z Challenge is about over.  Not that I haven't had fun doing it, it really was a lot of fun, and I got to "meet" a lot of really neat people.  So, thank you for that.
But...it is exactly what it says it is, it's a challenge.  I like challenges, something that stretches me a little bit.
Yes siree bob, it has been fun and it has made me think.  Sometimes I think my brain atrophies a little from lack of use and needs a little exercise, this was a good way to get it.

Xilorator

I don't care what anyone says those air machines in restrooms are not a good substitute for paper towels.  I mean,  I know why they put those things in as opposed to paper towels.  I know they are cheaper.  But I still don't like them.
We went out to dinner last night and before leaving I had to visit the restroom.  And lo and behold, no paper towels.  They did have the  "Xilorator" machine.  It blew cool air and did not do a very good job at drying my hands.  So I had to do what I have to do every time I encounter one of those new finagled machines, finished drying my hands on my pants.
My mom and Dad were on a trip from Oklahoma to California once on their way to see all of us kids and grandkids.  They stopped in New Mexico somewhere for gas and to use the restroom.  My mom exited the ladies bathroom and informed the attendant that they were in need of toilet paper.  He, in all seriousness, told her, "well, there's a blow dryer on the wall".   Since that time I have not been able to get the image out of my mind.  How the heck do you get your backside up that high to dry it?
And the word Xilorator........it sounds like they have really high hopes for your visit to their gas station.

Wait a Minute!

Wait a minute, holy cow, no way, did I just say what I think I said?
My foot goes in my mouth more than that ice cream sandwich does.  I don't mean to say some of the things I do but somehow they just pop right out of my mouth.  Then I'm left saying, wait a minute, did I really just say that? Yup, I really did, let's just hope no one was listening....again.

V Is For Vision

Vision, I love people with vision.  You know Thomas Edison, Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Rembrandt, and Victor Hugo,  I love the guy (or gal) who saw a cocoa bean and thought, "wow, what I could do with that".  I love the Dyson man and his vacuum.  And how cool is the person who put scents in candles?  Don't you love the person who said, "hey, let's put all of our books into one building and let people come and borrow them"?  Let's not forget the wheel and the innovative caveman who had the vision to make some big round boulders do all the work for him.  Okay, I'm really liking the guy who invented the blender.  We wouldn't have smoothies or, better yet, ice cream shakes without him.  Oh, oh, and the crockpot, just put that chicken in before church and when you get home, voila, you have dinner.
There are so many visionaries that we have to thank for what we have today.  We are all visionaries in some way, we all have ideas and some of them are even good.  So, I say embrace your inner visionary and don't let anyone discourage you when you think you have a good idea.  Just go for it!

Under.......anything

"Where is the cat", I yell (the cat that is NOT supposed to be in the house because of the lively presents she brings inside with her)

Under the bed,
under the couch,
under the pile of laundry,
under the kitchen table,
under the blanket,
under the chair,
under the coffee table,
under the pillows,
under the dresser,
under anything....and behind the dryer.

Toiling Over Toilets

Well, I got up a little early this morning not quite sure what my T was going to be.
I got up early because I've been busy and have been neglecting the housework a little bit.  So I thought I would get an early start and get those nasty toilets sparkling.
I HATE cleaning toilets, I'm sure there aren't too many people who love it.  And I admit to feeling a little resentful that cleaning the toilets is my job.  Without going into detail, it really should be my husbands job.
After I clean the toilets and the bathrooms I want to ban my husband from using them, at least for a couple of days.  But, unfortunately, we don't have a gas station nearby.
So, I get through this distasteful task by repeating my mantra, "at least they aren't outhouses at the ball field".