Oh, just felt like ramblin' ... 1. BBC America's Footballer's Wives. Like crack fumes from a spoon - so scandalously addictive.
2. Crapulous. I thought I could've made this word up its meaning is so jolly good. It means to be sick from, or marked by, excessive drinking.
So, as we approach St. Patrick's Day let's see how many of us can incorporate that into some sentences. Top o' some bonus points to you for dusting of ye bes' brrthrogue while sayin' "crapulous."
3. A book I'm waiting to check out from the library: Making Friends With Black People by Nick Adams.
If anything, I'm wanting to see that tricky librarian's face when she judges that cover. Ha! Now who's tossin' spades?
Okay, that was lame, but I said it anyway. Anyway, I think this book may be quite funny and I'm interested to see if I can give it my full endorsement ... that's right, I'mma read it and compile an evaluation sheet for each one of you accordingly.
4. Lastly, I shall leave you with:
Seriously, Beware of the Ides of March.
Y'all, yesterday was lovely. 'Bout 60 degrees. I chilled a bit on my balcony, enjoying the sun as it peeked through the various clouds. 'Twas a bit breezy, but delightfully so; the breeze passed by like a beauty queen waving from a float and it said, "Heeeeeeeeey! Watch out for my friend Spring, she's trying to catch up behind me."
This morning though, I woke up and you know I didn't have my glasses on, but I ambled over to my window and opened the blinds and thought, now what in tarnation ...?
Snow?! Y'all that was MESSED up! And it was SNOWIN' too ... furious, sideways flowin' snow; big chunky flakes. I walked outside and the snow was blowing sideways, but it was coming from every direction (like the rain in Forrest Gump), but of course the wind was shoveling the bulk of it, and guess what - I had to walk right INTO the wind. My eyebrows, freshly tweezed, were catching those flakes. I got in the car and looked in the rear view and thought, "Mercy. I am not cute."
But really, once again that movie The Day After Tomorrow popped into my mind, along with this 60 Minutes segment I saw about melting glaciers and the clash of the ocean currents and I started reaching for the old gospel courtesy of Eva Cassidy singin' Wade in the Water ... God's gonna trouble the waters, chi'ren.
I don't know, but the times certainly are a-changing. I don't have anything else to ramble about at this time. Thank you.