Author: The Jody

Someone please, please tell me why on earth cereal companies feel the need to do something “new” with their perfectly fine products? Lucky Charms used to have yellow moons, pink hearts, orange stars and green clover. Then they added blue diamonds. “Oooh, mom, blue diamonds! We have to have blue diamonds!” And other assorted marshmallow bits were added. Rainbows. Pots of gold. One recent one had the middle disappear when milk hit it in the shape of a key. No, don’t ask how I know this.

But I just saw a commercial for one that just takes this too far. Apple Jacks, which remained untouched since I was born (it was my favorite commercial as a baby. Swear to God, my mother tells how I would RUN toward the television in my walker when I heard the Apple Jacks commercial) just added…are you ready? Blue carrots. Wha? Huh? Blue Apple-Jack flavored carrots. Not only is there no point to this, it just makes me angry. That’s right, I’m angry about this. Because they’re messing with a classic, and what if people decide it’s too gross to try and Apple Jacks just go away? Do you see my issue with this?

Stop with the marshmallow pieces, the odd shapes, etc. The ratio of cereal to bits should be at LEAST 3:1. Any more bits than that and you feel like you had candy for breakfast. I actually prefer at 5:1 or so ratio. But maybe I’m not the target audience for Pokemon cereal.

I was just trying to figure out how long it had been since I last watered the various flowers when I glanced outside and saw little drops on the deck. I hope it rains a little harder than that.

Okay, here’s a photo from the weekend. This was on Saturday, Junior and his two cousins wait patiently for the ice cream man.

And finally, trying to decide what to get. For the record, Junior got the Mutant Ninja Turtle bar and I got a Choco Taco. That adult is my sister.

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(Okay, before you ask, Junior is the one with the navy Spadafore Oil t-shirt. Consider that advertising, kids.)

No, I wasn’t killed by the neighbors or their dog. Just on a little vacation from the computer that involved sleeping out in a tent (anyone want to donate an air mattress), lots of swimming in my sister’s new pool, and drinking LOTS of margaritas with her neighbors. I mean, what a great weekend! Of course, there’s a ton of laundry now, including everything we used to soften the ground for sleeping and I will probably have to wear something other than jeans to work this week.

Unless they declare it jean week.

Junior’s day care provider took today off so I’m trying to get as much work from home done as possible so the day isn’t a total loss, paycheck-wise.

Oh, and the dog was barking prior to 6 again today but I was so tired it hardly bothered me. Also, I think they took him back in as soon as he started. Still….

I swear to God, if they let their dog out before 6 am AGAIN tomorrow and let it bark like the big brain-dead [expletive] it is, I’m going to have to go over there and take matters into my own hands. I mean, how rude is it? And just when the arsewipes on one side of me FINALLY stop putting their yappy little beasts out at FIVE in the morning, the neighbors who used to keep the dog in the house all the time have suddenly lost their minds. I’m just glad I’m not in the house directly behind theirs (like, 20 feet away).

And if anyone out there reading this is wondering “Hmmm. Is she talking about me?” then let me be the first to say, if the shoe fits, keep your damned dog in the house.

p.s. No, I’m not threatening anyone. But at 6 tomorrow morning, all bets are off.