Thursday, August 21, 2008

Jam and early morning rambling thoughts

So, made jam. Yup, it's what's ya gotta do when you have a box full of peaches quickly rotting. Made a fuck-ton of jam. (sorry mom) Six batches, 25 lbs of sugar, lots of lemons, stick of butter. end result: 72 jars of jam. Jars are various sizes. It's to make up for my complete jam laziness so far this year. And peach jam is my favorite. Luckily, it was very cool today. And if you don't start jamming until, let's say for instance 6 pm, it's cool outside. Franklin is very confused. Why are you doing this, now? He says with his beady devil eyes. Right before he takes a chunk out of my wrist. It was all my fault; I pet him. I petted? Pat? Help me, please.
Now for something completely different. Hmm- is that monty python? Whatever, Shania Twain, that is my next topic. I think the python boys were being sarcastic, but I am not. So, for those intelligent, well-read people out there, lemme explain. Shania Twain is a country music star from Canada. Break out hit years and years ago was Whose Bed Have your Boots been under? I'm not making this up. Seriously, I remember hearing it at Six Flags Over Atlanta in 6th grade. First time I ever heard country music. So, this is not a song that gets heavy country music play. Maybe once a month I'll hear it. But, recently, I've been hearing it alot. Like 3 times this week. And I'm thinking it might have a little something to do with Shania's dirtbag husband cheating on her with her assistant, and older, uglier, skankier (yes, skankier than a woman named Shania). Oh, and the husband's name is Mutt. No joke. So, I think Clear Channel or whoever is being a little nasty.
No luck uploading pics from camera to computer. It keeps shutting down and crying. Like an old man on life support. So, I'll ask Matt for help next time I see him. And probably just bring it to the friendly boys at Mac world or Mac town or Mac heaven. Whatever dumb name they've come up with for the place where mac nerds hang out and do lame things. For money, like the little mac sluts they are.
Dammit, I ended a sentence with a preposition. I realize that my grammatical errors are many. And I often do them on purpose, but how am I supposed to contrast that sentence?

2 comments:

MH said...

I'm still looking for the sentence ending in a preposition. It escapes me. Send some jam to your brother Sean. He is partial to peach (I think)!

Unknown said...

Wow, that sounds like a lot of jam. If you need some help eating it, I would be more than happy to oblige. You know, just to help you out.