Thoughts...

Did errands tonight. When did I fall in love with thrift stores? Not that long ago I called em 'junk stores.' For some they may be, yet I love the treasure search. Or maybe I know I need them more and more after the $45 filled my gas tank.

Croutons. The best...and I mean the BEST yum-yum croutons are New York Original Texas Toast Cheese and Garlic Croutons. Big (just like the state of Texas!) Crunchy and all around dee-lish-shus! For the calorie conscious two tablespoons will weigh you in with about 35 calories. These babies enhance any salad! Croutons....when did I get to the point in my life where I'd WANT to talk anything that went in or on a salad?

Thunder. Lightening too. Don't think the Dallas weather people predicted this! Hmm. One summer evening, while I was grade school age, I watched a softball game with my parents. We were at our town's park, along with half the town. Thunder started to roar. Lightening graced the sky. I announced to my parents that thunder was Heaven's door opening for the people. Lightening was to show them the way.

When did I ever stop believing that?

Monday...

*Yawn*

Work. Cats. Food. Litter Boxes. Daily Meds---for me. The neighborhood rooster crackles. Breakfast. Pet the cats. Bask in the sunshine. Set the DVR for the Young and the Restless--doesn't anybody remember that Victor was 'snipped' a few years ago---so how could he get Sabrina pregnant---UGH--Strawberries. Say good-bye to the cats. Car with 3.99 a gallon gas.

Rejoice in the day the Lord has made. With grace and mercy He let me rise on this day. For this day, I do for Him. Seek ye first.....plus a stop for a a good cup of coffee--mine is yuck.

...One last thing....I mean it....

As I toodled around Des Moines, last weekend, I took in the city's growth. Some familiar places I see in Dallas--and take for granted--stood so tall and proud in Des Moines. Case in point, my chum D said, "There's On the Border-it's suppose to be good." Huh? Then there was a Fuddruckers, where D and her hubby, enjoy their burgers. I told her my favorite burger place in Dallas is Burger Island. There was the Cheesecake Factory--in Des Moines? Sure thing! After our toodling, I hankered to quench my thirst with a coffee drink. Imagine my surprise we had to travel miles--literally- to find one. What? Starbucks not on every or every other corner? Not being able to say, "Oh, well, I missed that one, but another one will just down the road a piece." Instead, I have look on a map to find one of the 10 Starbucks, Des Moines has, to get my Mint Mocha Chip Light Frap fix. Think of the gas used! Oh goodness--those poor deprived people! :)

Headlines....

Was that Marie Osmond on a Nutri System commercial? Indeed it was. Honestly, as much I adore Queen Latifah--her "Size Something" Jenny plugs--don't ring true to me. I hope those commercials are changed up some how.

Indiana Jones #4...$151 million...something just get better with age

Harvey Korman passed away at 81. I loved when Harvey would break up while Tim Conway kept a straight face. They were priceless before Mastercard ever said it. .

Al Reynolds gives a statement on his failed marriage with the falling Star Jones. Next.

So all the kids will be permited back to their home at the polygamists' Texas ranch. I wonder how the kids, especially the older ones feel now after experiencing a life on the outside. Calling Dr. Phil.

I have to buy gas tomorrow-I'm on fumes: $ 3.85. WHY? Was it that long ago, I fathomed gas couldn't go over a dollar. Are you driving as much as you use to?

Clay Aiken and 50 year old music producer, Jaymes Foster, are pregnant. Artificial insemination. As long as they're happy. Next.

At the half the Spurs lead Kobe and his group, the Lakes in the NBA Western Conference final...the Mavericks aren't there--I won't quite say NEXT, because Michael Finley of the Spurs, was a member of my church while in Dallas.

Don't you think Barack, Hillary and John all wish this election was over? I do.

In the meantime, I need to watch my soap, The Young and Restless, savor some tingle teeth cold watermelon and praise God for this life.

Headlines....$770 Million for Food Aid....

The Soon, but not Soon Enough to Exit the White House, President George Bush has pledged $770 million for food aid to Third World Countries. OK—I applaud the thought of it. To aid those less fortunate is the right thing. My on-the drive-home radio newscaster told me there is reason President Bush isn’t giving any food aid to the United States. The U.S. food prices have increased only an average of 4% (here in Dallas, it’s 6%), while the other countries’ are over 40%. On paper, it works…..

However.

What of the folks here---heck, what about ME? When I gasp today at bread prices, which were cheaper last week? I can’t drown my sorrows with ice cream, because it’s not on sale. I may have to fight my cats for their Friskies chicken and tuna prime fillets. Clipping coupons is my newest BFF. Yes, we can and should learn to budget more. Hate it. Yet I can do it. I don’t want to. Reality.


What of the folks stretched more than I am? Families need to be fed. What about people that don’t know if they can make it until payday? Pray that a check won’t clear before the payday money is there? The hot check they wrote was to get money for the dinner table. Astronomical fuel prices don’t help. The mortgage mess doesn’t help. Our current situation reeks of spoiled milk.


What are you going to do for the people here at home, Soon, but Not Soon Enough to exit the White House, President Bush? Yes, help those, in other lands, that are less fortunate. The United States is the richest country in the world-we’re supposed to do that! Althoough, tell that to the folks (including me) that hang out in the Everything’s 99 cent store.


Is there money left in the cookie jar for us (the United States), President Bush? Or did the mice eat it all since they couldn’t find any cheese either?

The price of gas...

Last night, on my way to pick-up my Sesame Chicken, I made a detour. I had to--HAD to- get gas--otherwise I might not make it to the Chinese Restaurant to get my Sesame Chicken. And my tummy was hungry. I stopped at the gas station. Pretty much had a stroke as I gazed at the $3.39 price per gallon. I needed the gas. What was I to do? I'm blessed because my commute mileage has been cut in half, due to my move--that's a GOOD thing. Yet the price--oh my. I wish I could walk to work. Hmm...I could, yet it would be tomorrow when I got there.

When I received my driver's license at the now, seemingly tender age of 16, the cost of gas was about 46 cents! Once I carried in 200 pennies to buy almost five gallons of fuel. Or in later times--20 bucks would fill the tank. Now--I' m lucky to get three gallons for ten dollars.

I should look more into public transportation. I need to look more into having own home business. For instance, to bake my pies, sell my writing and greeting cards...it's all possible. In God, all things are possible.

Gas over three dollars a gallon makes one think outside of the box--and I AM thinking!