Everyone needs a fleet of flying monkeys to rip the stuffing out of the annoying people in their lives
— Laura


Yesterday J and I went, on a lark, to Ovis Hill Farm in Timmonsville, S.C. It’s a working farm with a store that sells organic veggies and dairy products. It’s also set up for tours and classes that demostrates wool spinning and shearing sheep. Though they weren’t actually doing a tour, we walked around and I took pictures. I also helped bottle feed the calves and sheep. I had a blast. Yeah, I know. It doesn’t take much to entertain me. A few of the thousand of pics I took are in my Fickr if you’re interested.

The pic above is of one of my grocery store purchases today. The Grapple. “Pronounced Grape-L” the box states. Apples that taste like a grape. I was certain to check out where they came from. I didn’t want them coming from Chernobyl or China. They came from Washington state, so I figured they were relatively safe. I googled them and it turns out they are Fuji apples (my favorite) “infused” with grape flavoring that doesn’t add sugar or calories. I ate one right before writing this. It was VERY VERY sweet and tasted more like grape Kool-Aid than an actual grape. Luckily for me grape flavored Kool-Aid was always my favorite as a kid, so I didn’t waste $6.99 for 4 apples. So if you like grape flavored candy, you’d like these. I’m sure they’re geared more towards the kiddies- to get them eating fruit. Now if they could just get water packed tuna to taste like Reeses Cups, I’m there. 

Maybe once a week I will purchase some freaky, different product and reveiw them for you. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll stay away from sex shops.


J called me today at work as he was driving down the road to go to wherever people that don’t have to punch a time clock and sit at a desk for eight hours drive to during the day. This is part of the converstaion.

“Can people with Down Syndrome drive a car?”

“Huh? You mean like mongoloid, mentally retarded?”


“I dunno. I suppose if they can pass the tests, why not? Why do you ask?”

“Because I just saw one driving.”

“Well maybe it was just a Mongolian, like, looking for his herd or something.”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was just a guy with a goofy look on his face.”

“I am so going to blog this.”

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Question: What would be better than winning a clothing optional date with George Clooney?

Answer: Getting an electric bill with “NONE” as the balance.

Electric Bill

Question: And what would be better than a zero balance electric bill?

Answer: A zero balance electric bill with a $82.41 credit towards the next bill.

Electric Bill Credit

Jealous much?

Yeah, I realize I must have overpaid somewhere along the way. But it sure is sweet getting this now after having the hottest September/October ever.

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That’s an old pic of my dog in one of his first Halloween costumes. I believe in recycling.

There really isn’t too much new to report here. I have been busy, which is, of course, code for lazy, and haven’t been blogging as much as I should. Again, I try to add links and photos regularly, so if you’re one of the three that visit my site, you can check those out.

The only thing that happened today was a sighting of wildlife right outside the window at work. I took a picture. It’s pretty crappy because I took it through a double-paned window. It’s a gray fox. What makes it cool is that it’s right in the middle of downtown. All the coworkers seemed pretty excited to see it. They were all oohing and ahhing. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that odds were it had rabies because foxes are basically nocturnal. I did suggest to some of them though to go out and pet it. No one took my suggestion though. I think they’re on to me.

Well, that’s it for now. It’s starting to get dark and I have to turn out all my lights in the front of the house. No, I’m not handing out goodies to all the kiddies this year. What with there being nothing but safety razors being made these days, it’s harder to find those single blades that you can easily slide into apples. Oh, hush with your sensibilities. It’s called satire.