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I am not sober awake enough to come up with a comprehensive post subject, so here, y’all go ahead and enjoy some of the random crap that fills my brain most of the time.

If you’re a marketing person for a large retail establishment and your goal is to sell loads of crockpots, why in God’s name would you picture it filled with brussel sprouts??  What are they thinkin’?  That a 40 quart bowl of stinky brussel sprouts is gonna make that appliance irresistable to the masses?  No wonder there is so little consumer confidence right now.

I was recently hanging out over at one of my favorite new blogs, The Cowboy Chronicles http://www.mommalittle.blogspot.com and commented on her post about the movie Love Actually.  I’m lazy, so I’ll just recap it for you here.  Since this is one of the movies I can watch obsessively, her post reminded me that hubunit hasn’t seen the whole movie.  The only part he saw, along with his best buddy who was visiting for the day, was the scene with the couple who meet while being stand-ins for porn stars in a sex scene.  Hubunit and his friend walked thru the living room, stopped, watched the scene, sniggered cause they thought it was porn and then wandered away without saying much.  I think I gained major street cred with the friend for being the wife who watches porn in the middle of the living room in the middle of a Sunday afternoon.  I didn’t bother to correct their misconceptions, cause I want to preserve that option for the future without shocking anybody. 

BTW, if you make it over to Shonda’s cowboy roundup, be sure to read her post on the deer beheading.  FREAKIN’ PRICELESS.

And speaking of hunting, reminds me of when we first moved to upstate New York and lived close to a large river with a walking trail next to it.  There I was, enjoying this gorgeous fall walk, admiring the amazing colors on the trees, the sky, the river, the way the cami’s fit even the tiniest of hunters, the . . . WHAT?  Oh yeah, there were gads of guys, and toddlers, dressed up in elaborate camoflage (I’m sure I just misspelled that, but it’s one of those words I don’t give a crap about, so I’m not spell checking it, even though it’s going to eat at me) with reeds and shit on their heads and backs and guns.  Oh, and boats.  One boat actually had an entire reed hut built on top of it.  And all I could ask, in my loudest, best, big city voice, was ‘how fuckin’ hard do you have to work to fool a DUCK?’   Heads whipped around and then hubunit reminded me that they had loaded guns, so I shut up and we walked faster.  Cause they probably wouldn’t have to work very hard to fool me. 

Sometimes when I’m hiking with hubunit, I reach a certain point on the uphill trail and tell him, this is the spot.  This is where I would stop and give up if someone where chasing me.  Cause I couldn’t run another step.  But I also wouldn’t want to endure whatever horror that freak who’s chasing me had in store for me, so I’d have to bash my head against a rock to knock myself out.  This thought also works well in the plane crash scenario.  I blame this line of thinking on my crazy mom.  Entirely.  I think the reason is obvious. 

I secretly want another big, poofy recliner for our house.  But then I wouldn’t be able to mock hubunit for his. 

We just bought a new house and, even though we haven’t actually moved in yet, I had to apologize to our new neighbors.  Cause we’re the circus family.  And we’re coming soon.  Please don’t call family services. 

I’m kind of an ass.  Yeah, I know, but I just re-read my comment on Carol’s post http://www.wheresmydamnanswer.com/WP02/?p=1013#comment-5796 about the Walmart thing.  I notice everyone there just ignored it.  Politely I hope.  Or from horror.  But you guys wanted me back.  So be it.

And this concludes our latest installment of Lindaloohoo’s brain.