The Breakfast Debate

After a delightful breakfast of Frosted Min-Wheats this morning before school, I was suddenly left wondering, "what if, whoever decided to pour milk on cereal, didn't pour milk at all. What if they chose grape juice?" Grape juice on cereal, Frosted Mini-Whats or otherwise, would not be tasty at all. But what if that was what I grew up with? Then might I be wondering if MILK on cereal is a nasty idea? Has anyone out there ever PUT grape juice on their cereal in lieu of milk? I've often thought of using chocolate milk... but grape juice might just be crossing the line.

A Bug's Life for me!

For all of you out there wondering, "what ever became of that grasshopper-actor from (the Disney movie) A Bug's Life?" Wonder no more.
He has taken up residence in my house.
And I think he's following me.

Last night when I went into the laundry room to iron my "school clothes" (today was my first day as a REAL GROWN-UP!), there he was, sitting on the ironing board. Now the problem with grasshoppers is, they're too big to go unnoticed, and too big to kill! So, I ironed my clothes on a towel on the bathroom counter instead.

Then, as I was going to see what I could scrounge up for lunch, so that I wouldn't have to in the morning, there he was on the kitchen floor. I actually even ran back into the laundry room to see if it was the same one. The one from the laundry room was not there anymore, so I assumed he had made his way into the kitchen. I hurried about my business and made sure to close my door before I went to bed.

Moreover (now there's a fun transition word!), when I was drying my hair this morning, there he was, hanging out on the door frame. I had a serious heart to heart with him and suggested that he leave the premisis (more like begged him, but whatever!) or I would have to inflict bodily harm. He reluctantly began climbing down the door frame. That was this morning.

Tonight I thought I saw him hopping along the hallway wall. But my dog snatched him up before I could get a good look...

Rock Hauling

I was recently chatting on the phone and listening to complaints of "rubber-neckers" on the road. As it happens, I was one the other day. But I've got a good excuse... it was well worth it!!
Turning left onto the street that gets me to the street that my house is on, there was what appeared to be a trailer hauling rock, that had completely tipped on its side and was now lying on a backhoe. Hmmm... interesting. Because there was a cop there and cars behind me, I felt I couldn't completely stop and look, so I kept going. It was right about that time that I decided to change up my running route for later that evening so that I would just "happen" to run past it and be able to get a good look.

Let me also say that there was no vehicle attached to the aforementioned trailer. How it got there remains a mystery to me. Why it was unhooked from the vehicle in that spot is also puzzling. Anyway, as I ever so casually jogged by and watched four of Phoenix's finest ponder the problem in front of them, I was just glad to have something to chuckle about for the rest of the run, aside from the used condoms that seem to be gathering on the side of the street.

...oh-have I not mentioned the used condoms?