I’m going to buy a cow

I went to make a cup of tea before I sat down to pound out some random thoughts but there is NO MILK. Imagine it: Here I am - the tea drinker extraordinaire and no friggin' milk. That's probably because it's all at Big Cranky's mom's place since we're staying there for the next couple of weeks. Even still, I'm here all morning after we drop Miss Lily off at school and then most of the afternoon waiting for her to come home so you'd think Id smarten up and get some milk. Nonetheless I have hot chocolate, green tea, peppermint tea, fenugreek tea and Earl Grey so; I think I'll be alright for now. Maybe I should buy a cow and stock in both King Cole and Tetley so that I'll never be without again.

Spoken like a true addict....why buy weed when you can grow your own??

I'm waiting very impatiently for this thunder storm to happen. I usually hate them but as I get older I seem to enjoy them more. I guess it reminds me of the loud music that I used to listen to but don't anymore since there is always a mini-person asleep around me. The character in the movie Knocked Up says that she sacrificed her youth, her body and her vagina...I seem to have sacrificed my taste in music. Maybe not now that I think about it, Miss Lily does know the words to Intergalactic Laxative by Donovan and most of Kashmir. She also likes Pink Floyd but I'm going to try and steer her away from that psychedelic experience for as long as possible. Enjoying the music of Pink Floyd – OK; using the music of Pink Floyd to enhance an acid trip – not so OK. I think I'm getting ahead of myself here considering the poor girl is only five.

So my next mission is to get my driver's license. I think since I'm 28 and have three kids I need to start gaining a little more independence and become capable of driving something heavy. So, I cracked down and bought the book and I've been taking practice tests on the Young Driver's website but I just can't seem to find the time to go in to write the damn Learner's test. Nerves maybe. The idea of me being trusted to drive a mom-machine (a van, I'm giving in and buying a van for myself) makes me a little tense. See, you have to do all these crazy antics when you drive a car like turn and parallel park. Big Cranky is also a little hesitant to teach me how to drive anyway but the feeling is mutual. He drives race cars and I'm one of the pokiest people around. I was considering looking into driver training courses but the fact remains that I only spend money on tattoos and fast food (once the kiddies have what they need of course) so that is out the window. I'll figure it out one way or another...

Maybe I'll buy a pedal bike or a rickshaw...