I think I give up with my hair and shall succumb to an Amish bun. A grey Amish bun. My brother used to say a bun was the worst thing in the world. Of course, he was wrong. A grey Amish bun is the worst thing in the world. But it can't be helped.

And this after I had a brand new great hair cut in Greenville, by Mr. Mod.

My friend in Burlington, NC, wants to know where my blogs have been. I had grandiose ideas to blog away tonight, but instead I spent two hours (not counting clean up) peeling, chopping, spooning in olive oil and roasting carrots, one potato, beets and broccoli, one pizza tray at a time. And what do I have to show for it? I small pile of shrunken, albeit, colorful, shriveled vegetables. I'm just telling them right now, they had better be tasty at tomorrow night's dinner.

Today I was going to get my blood work done. Because, you know, I feel super crummy day in and day out. My sister and I were texting and I told her I guessed I'd go ahead with it today. Even though I feel pretty good today. For me. See, I had the idea they should poke me when I'm feeling particularly crummy, when my blood has something to say. Not when I'm perked up, then what's the point? I don't want to be told I'm normal.

Our conversation went like this:

Laura: How u?

KEM: OK. Going for blood work, I guess.

Laura: You really should!

KEM: Wanted to go on a day I felt super crummy.

Laura: 1111111111111111111111111111111111111QAW CCCCCCCCCCCCCCC0--11O033333....'L999999999999999999999999999999999-[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[;' oH, WAIT A MINUTE, THIS IS rOBBY'S HANDIWORK. hE WAS FISHING AROUND FOR THE LAST REMAINING REMNANT OF HIS MUSKRAT, WHICH SOMEHOW DISINTEGRATED IN MY ABSENCE WHEN i WAS IN gREENVILLE. lET ME TRY THIS AGAIN.

lAURA: Do you feel super crummy today?

KEM: Not as crummy as I'd like.

Well, blogging friends, I went for my blood work. And yet they could not do my blood work because the doctor's directions were wrong. But the lady said, They are doing a lot of tests on you, did you see that? I vaguely said, Yes, I glanced at it. So, it was Providential, because I really need to have my blood work done on a day I feel super crummy, which was not today. I didn't feel super crummy until tonight, manhandling all these root vegetables. Oh rats, I forgot to throw in the onion.

Well, I have to get back in the groove of blogging because too many things happen that I will never remember if I don't write it down then and there. A fact of life. Same wonderful friend from NC said in the absence of new fresh blogs, she caught up reading all my old ones (she was a late comer to the blog, not my fault, I might add).

In her chit-chatty email she said she and her daughter watched Gin, The Dancing Dog. I wrote back and said, Oh, I think I've watched that before, where did you see it, on YouTube?

She wrote back that, HELLO?, I had suggested Gin, The Dancing Dog on one of my blogs, just Google it, I commanded. So they did. And they loved it. Oh, btw, I texted CDW the other day to Goggle something, she loved that.

So, I've concluded that if I have no earthly idea what I've blogged about, then probably nobody else does either. Hmm. What does it all mean?

I do remember telling a friend here in town to watch Gin, The Dancing Dog on YouTube. She, scoffed with perfect scorn and in no uncertain terms that she was NOT going to watch Gin, The Dancing Dog. SHE is the perfect housekeeper, so what do you expect?

Oh rats, while Jazzi and I were walking, I really thought of something I must say in the blog. Apparently, I left it on 43rd Avenue.

But I do need to tell you what happened today on the subject of foster children. And also, from my trip, my story about Quik Chik and Not Your Usual Eight Layer Cake. The Quik Chik story highlights my complete lack of Christian character, but if you think that is something, wait until I tell you about this cake. Also, on my trip, I met up with old friends who are UNREAL people. Have to tell you about that. They, a mother and daughter, are like mannequins come to life. Well, I'm just telling you this now so I won't forget. I'll elaborate later. Not tonight. Also, Jazzi and the Blue Blobs.

My friend in NC noticed that I cannot spell. I do not deny it.

Here is excellent news. If you wind up going to the main post office because your nephew's birthday card has to go out TONIGHT, and not only did you miss the final call from the neighborhood post office, but the goofy card you bought needed additional 17 cents, which I weighed the letter myself, at least. Okay, where am I going with that run-on? Oh, so if you then go to the main post office and think to plug in your brand new Alexander Scorby CD, which you bought to listen to the Bible in the car, you can listen to the first 5 chapters of Matthew driving to and from the main post office. Now that is really something. It really is. I'm so excited. I cannot wait to see how much of the New Testament I can listen to just running around town, maybe in the next month, starting today. I can listen a lot faster than I can read. When I read I get hung up with what I don't understand, but Alexander Scorby doesn't let that slow him down. No Siree, Bob, he just keeps on truckin'. I've made a pact with myself that I will not rewind Mr. Scorby. What I get, I get, and what I don't, due to mind checking out, or what have you, then that is just too bad, we'll get it the next time around. I have great hopes this will improve my listening skills, because I really don't like missing something. You all know that. And I don't mess around, this is the King James Version. Well, I don't mess around with some things. And there is NOBODY like Alexander Scorby and his voice and talent. You should have seen all the versions of taped Bible reading in the Christian book store. Dramatic readings with musical backgrounds. I sincerely think not.

You know what, I think the above paragraph is what I left on 43rd Avenue. Good.

Okay, wrapping up the blog, but at least I made a stab at one tonight. I think something in my blood is gobbling up my blogging cells. Oh yeah, the nurse today kept making jokes about globulin being goblin, since it's Halloween and all. But on the phone to the hospital, which she called with questions about my blood order, I think she kept saying goblin because that's probably always what she says. Those girls were something else, they both reeked of ciggy smoke. Then I had to wait and wait for answers so the one girl called down the hall to the other girl, Where's my lighter? The girl near me said, What'd she say? I said, She wants to know where her lighter is. So she hollered back down the hall, I'll give you a light. Then they both went outside for a smoke. And they were gone long enough for me to read all about charisma in Oprah's magazine. GGSA (Good Gracious Sakes Alive). Do I really want to get my blood work taken at this place? I rather think not. Would you? They said to go call my doctor myself and they'd see me in the morning (we were way past closing time by now). I said, I don't do mornings. And that was that.

Globby, gobby KEM