LZP sent an email to Der Bingle about an internal combustion cow in a parking lot at Wal-Mart; the picture found a home at People of Wal-Mart.

And here it is:

I thought, “I KNOW THAT COW!” I put “cow limo” in the search slot and found THIS POST.

It’s a Redbox movie and I watched it. Der Bingle alerted me to it because Cameron has taken over my title of Watcher of Horrible Movies.  I exclaimed, “Two-Headed Shark  . . .  are you kidding?” When I mentioned it to Cameron, He replied, “Oh, yeah, I think I’ve heard of that.” Then as I continued walking into the dining room, I thought I heard him add to his response that it was “Two-Headed Shark ATTACK.” What the heck? He knew that?? I had to look on Redbox to verify “attack” was in the title.

And then I tried to rent it. It was out of stock in the Redbox machines here, so I vultured back to the site over the next half day and BAM! It showed up at the Redbox at Walgreen’s. I rented it. He watched it that night. I watched it the next day, which was yesterday.

I spent the rest of the day recovering. (Probably the partial nudity shocked me.)

No, not me.  But Pottermom can say it truthfully, and I so envy her. It just had to be a post title. Her full remark was:

I not only know how to fix a garbage disposal but I know how to castrate bulls.  I think that removes me from the helpless woman category.

Oh, God, yes.

POTTERMOM’S STATEMENT:

I not only know how to fix a garbage disposal but I know how to castrate bulls.  I think that removes me from the helpless woman category.

Woo-hoo. I’m a Pottermom wannabe. I want to take a bull castration course – do they have an online one or correspondence one – so I can  put this on my tee shirts.

Pottermom – You are now the heroine  of all the (female) folks here at The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and the guys hear your name and snap to attention.

ALL THIS in reference to the post below . . . THIS ONE.

Well, I just had a satisfied moment. I looked at a post about all the special things a lady was doing about lunches and there were pictures of the little lunches, and a picture of her newly cleaned out and shiny refrigerator, not to mention one of a shiny gadget that reflected a house that looked as if it belonged in Better Homes & Gardens. Actually, this was one of those posts that  are in that great magazine in the ether: Better Living Than You. Of course, I made that up, because I am a snarky little slob.

However, in the last part of her remarks about her day, she mentioned the garbage disposal quit and she had to call her husband, who was on a business trip, to find out what to do. Oddly enough, he texted her the information about a handyman.

Ah,  you don’t put out a box of tissues, but line up origami works of art – yes, go ahead, blow your nose on the giraffe. (Okay, I also made that up – although I wouldn’t be surprised if it were out there.) However, you have never heard of using a (wooden) broom handle to give the disposal a little jolt?  You make money off of crafty sites on the internet and yet you cannot do a little search about troubleshooting garbage disposals?

I know I am being testy here. Maybe I will work my way out of that mood during the day – or I could just let Sophie whack me upside the head with a broom handle. And, yes, as a witch, I do have quite a collection.

My hair is a little darker in our quest to eliminate any golden/orange tint that showed up when my hair dried. Wet, it just looked normal. We will see how this goes. The problem was not just the brassy shade that showed up after a few washings – even with special shampoo (and in the summer, sun) – but the startling contrast it made with my roots that are a blend of white and light brown. It was actually the brown aspect that made the most contrast. Maybe as the brown finally gives up the ghost, I will lighten the color so it will mesh better with all white. Who knows.

Anyway, I want to thank Donna of Scizzor Worx for working with me. My paternal grandmother had gallbladder trouble and hair that was her natural color way into her 80’s; I inherited the gallbladder, but not the hair gene. Rats.

So, what to do now? I am feeling less down. I think because I did something and I am thinking, well, maybe that is a good tactic for other things in my life. Try a little action. I guess this most is mainly for me, writing about it to aid helping my brain forge pathway of soldiering on. I know that phrase makes one want to giggle, but right now, the little melodrama helps.Makes me think of the Home Guard and the cheerful song in that Angela Lansbury movie, Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

I’m feeling down, so I am going to get my hair colored. The roots are showing and that adds to my downness. I guess if I were really down, I’d say to hell with roots and let them be or shave my head. But I’m going to (excuse me in advance) bitch slap myself by having a little coloring experiment. Four o’clock. If things work out visually okay, I will tell myself, “Thanks, I needed that.” And if they don’t, well, it’s coming up on February and March and they are ‘waiting room’ months in Indiana anyway. I’ll just wait until the roots spring up again.

Perhaps I should take Rose with me; she could get her hair done – maybe something in a turquoise.