Sundays are slow days here at my house, in Talent and on the internets. So after perusing my blogroll, i do the random blog search. You know. That little arrow in the corner? Well i click that and see what i can see.
Having done this for a few Sundays now, i’ve come to find a few ways of distinguishing if i’ve landed on something i want to read and may comment on or break my index finger trying to hurry up and click that arrow, cursing myself for giving the person a view.
i’ll look a little if:
*there are recipes
*cute crafts
*nature photos
*if it’s written in English (as it is the only language i can read)
i’ll run the hell away if:
*the blogger refers to Barack Obama as Barack Hussein Obama
*is about TV shows
*has the word arsenal anywhere upon it
*contains technical jargon
i’ll comment if:
*it’s funny
*it’s pretty
*it has cursing
*it’s informative
*it’s thought provoking
Today i made beans to make refried beans. They came out so good! i made enchies (what we call enchiladas) and Mexican rice. Now i feel like a bloated hog. But it was all yuh-uh-meee. My younger daughter said the beans were at least as good as the can. Woo-hoo!
It was warm and beautiful outside, finally. After weeks of gray and rain we got a day of blue sky and warmth and breeze. And the cottonwood seeds look beautiful in the sunlight, settling on the pool and glittering like jewels. They’re everywhere. My allergies are going nuts, which is difficult with my piercing. It’s sore around it from my constant nose blowing.
The children asked if they could buy an ice cream from the ice cream truck when it came around and i said sure. They kept hearing it (i heard nothing, but they were infinitely more hopeful than i) but it never came through. They were sad. i was sad for them.
i am currently on R’s laptop, which is driving me crazy! No mouse. i’m not familiar with the location of the delete, backspace and end buttons which are vitally important to my typing, which happens to be quite sketchy to begin with. i type with four fingers so, yeah. i do, however, love the sound of the keys and prefer their muted clicks to my keyboard’s boisterous clacks. Don’t get me wrong, i like the clacks but the clicks seem more somber, professional.
i will be posting Father’s Day stuff this coming week. Gosh, i’ve so many issues with the men who formed me and those who chose to skip out instead of form me, it’s gonna take a week to cover all my paternal bases. And after my public and shameful breakdown, i am contemplating a blog roster- poems on certain days, Sundays will be random Sunday crap. i want to clean up Monday’s image- perhaps give it a P.R. make-over. i just need to come up with some different ideas. i say good luck to me on that.
~c
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C ~ I can see that I have missed a few of your most recent posts and am looking forward to sitting down in a quiet moment to read them. Your written words are not something I want to merely skim. So for now, I want to say that I really like your sharing of your Sunday ~ I smiled at the bloated hog feeling as I can definitely relate. I love cooking pots of beans ~ pinto, black, red, lima, lentils (I think I remember from somewhere that lentils aren’t considered to be a full fledged member of the legume family but I may have made that up somewhere along the line). I am glad that yours turned out so good. Don’t you love it when your kids use canned goods as their benchmarks to tastiness
junemoon
i know…
Anyway, i’ll be here so for now you just relax, watch your moose and soak in those fiery Alaskan sunsets.
~c
That’s a neat way to find new blogs. It’s good to confine it to Sundays. I don’t use that arrow because that seems too chancy, but I do like to “tag surf” sometimes on the motherhood and japan and peru tags. LOL at cursing yourself for giving them a view. Hahahaha, that makes me laugh so hard.
There’s an ice cream truck that goes around our town too. I’ve never gotten anything from it, but this year I may just do that! I hope your daughters can catch it next time around.
I love sundays. I always try to start off with a page, but I only make it half way before I have to start the pancakes. (Sunday is ‘Pancake day’). Then it’s listen to NPR while I cook, drink some coffee, try to read a part of the paper.
I like this post. It’s just a nice meandering converstaion…with different things mixed in…like a typical sunday.
My 14 year-old suggested i make this a regular thing. i’m thinking that i agree. i really like random stuff.
On Sundays, i usually make a big breakfast although sometimes we do cereal. That’s what rocks about Sunday.
~c
Gosh, I’ve never actually clicked that arrow. Wow. Shame on me. I guess I’m just far too fond of all my regular bloggers I never even think to expand my blogger horizon.
I love Sundays. For me, they mean French toast & French pressed coffee (hmm…not intentional with the ‘French’ theme!) on the deck while the dogs laze in the sun. Then more drinking of coffee with sifting through gazillions of magazines. The only thing missing – an ice cream truck. I so wish we had one.
Sunday is the only day i am okay with doing nothing at all.
That doesn’t happen very often but i often come pretty close.
i drink coffee all day long, every day. But it tastes so much better on Sunday.
~c
i forgot to add that i’d be hardpressed to find any more blogs to equal what i’ve already listed on my blogroll. i love my blogroll!
~c again
i say good luck to you, too.
i also say “yippee, she’s having a poem day!”, but i say it in a completely sophisticated way.
i am hoping for a poem day.
All the cool kids are doing it.
i guess i better get cracking and write a few.
~c