The Cheerwine zone...

I like to think of the Carolinas as the Cheerwine Zone. The reason being that only in North and South Carolina is one likely to find Cheerwine vending machines. Elsewhere, outside of the Carolinas, you might happen upon a stray 12-pack of Cheerwine somewhere hidden between the Royal Crown and Big Red, but in North and South Carolina, the stuff flows like water from a spigot. I didn't even know that there was such a thing as Diet Cheerwine until last September when we traveled to Greenville. Of course, truth be told, you could also call the Carolinas the Bojangle's Sphere (infinitely better than Popeye's), or the Nation of Boiled Peanuts. Matter of fact, right about now I would not mind havin a 2 liter of Cheerwine with some Bojangle's chicken and some Carolina caviar on the side...

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More songs...

Now it's "Conjunction Junction"...

Damn you, Schoolhouse Rock...

Chauntelle has a copy of the Schoolhouse Rock Grammar Rock CD, and I've been listening to it. Now, I've got that damn "Unpack Your Adjectives" song running through my head. Whenever I manage to knock the "Adjectives" song, however temporarily, out of its entrenched spot in my brain, the empty spot is always immediately filled with that "Rufus Xavier Sasparilla" song. So, on one hand, I've got catchy educational songs from 25 years ago taking up valuable and much-needed real estate in my gray matter, but, on the other hand, I am now extremely sensitive to the proper uses of adjectives and pronouns.

Thanks a lot, educational Saturday morning programming from 3 decades ago! At least it's not H.R. Pufnstuf.

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Hello, is it me you're looking for?

God, I sure do love Lionel Richie.

Lots of posts over the past few days, and I really want to reply to some of them, so here goes:

*I wanna say "wassup" to Papa Possum, patriarch of Clan Possum and D-Dog supreme. Glad to have you aboard. Sorry to have traumatized Ma Possum so, but, as you well know, I speak the vernacular of the street, which can be rather coarse at times. What street, you may ask? Why, the Street of Tough Times, of course, on which is located the School of Hard Knocks, right next door to the Convenience Store of Minor Inconvenience and the Do-It-Yourself Car Wash of Somewhat Painful Paper Cuts.

*Hello and welcome, too, to Big Daddy Stoner (Captain Baldy), my adopted cousin and extremely patient guy. You are one hairy mo-fo, but I love you. In a totally non-gay way. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

*Eve, glad to hear from you. I don't know who you are, but based on the information you provide about yourself on your blog, I'm pretty sure you could kick my ass. Probably not too many sci-fi/ fantasy-loving, fitness-instructing, heavy-metal-rocking moms in OK. Much respek, booyakasha.

*Sis, Stoner, and Mouse: Chill out about the pic. It's not so bad. So what if Cookie's flashing gang signs and Kel has moss growing from her face? Eve likes the photo, so it can't be all that bad.

*Stephen. You are one pretty man.