Courtesy Of My Guy

Two words for tonight's Idol:

"Disco Dinosaurs"

Mangia!

There's a homeless guy that has been bugging me for a while now.

He hangs out at my local grocery store (Publix Greenwise - I love you) with his dirty clothes, his hungry look and shopping cart full of useless crap. He is obviously homeless - he camps out in the evenings under the bushes near the entrance of the driveway down the hill to the store. And this is why he bugs me...

He won't take any of the food I offer him! It makes me crazy. "Would you like me to buy you a sandwich?" I asked the first time I saw him. He motioned no and waved me away. I was dumbfounded - it's clear he could use some food, there's nothing but broken pieces of flotsam and jetsam in his cart. Then I asked him if he wanted the granola bar I was holding out of my car window (I keep a stash in my glove compartment for just such occasions). Nope. Another day, an apple? Naw. Yeesh! And he never hounds anyone for cash. He just hangs out.

Maybe he goes regularly to the shelter for meals. I hope so anyway. His possibly grumbly tummy weighs heavy on my mind every time I pick up stuff for dinner.

I Have Lost The Will To Blog

There is seriously nothing exciting happening to me lately - not even a good little aside. Except that two people I know rather personally have been accused of child molestation. Well, one is accused and I know he has to be guilty, and the other has been accused, tried, found guity and put away for ten years. What makes one bend that way? And how do I keep all of them away from my son? 

Who is crawling P to the S! Well, army-crawling in any case. Who knew one could feel so proud about an accomplishment you didn't even make? It's great...but now I have to start childproofing the house. Do we really need a toilet lock? I just know that's going to cause a catastrophe on a "I can't get my pants down fast enough" day.