Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


There's a Wocket in my Pocket!

It's the morning after day 2 at the gym, and except for the nagging pain behind my right knee (stupid bike!) I am pain free. Freaky. Learned the important thing that going after work, while do-able, is not advisable, because it starts to get crowded, and if I wanted an audience to watch me stick my ass in the air, I'd change lines of work... I'll stick to ridiculously early mornings, where the only people there are the scary treadmill people.

My goddaughter (and yes, I am pretty much the worst. Godmother. Ever.) turns 4 on Saturday. Anybody know what to get a very intelligent four year old, who really doesn't NEED anything, because her grammy spoils her rotten? (and I don't mean she's ill behaved or bad tempered, she's VERY well mannered. She just has everything she could possibly want) I'm thinking a book of different versions of the cinderella story from around the world, and a batch of mouse cookies. I have to check the age range on the stories-

I am pleased to say, though, that her favorite book is one I got her for Christmas the year she was born- (Every new child gets the same gift from me-The "big three" Dr. Seuss books- There's a Wocket in my Pocket, I Wish I Had Duck Feet, and Oh the Thinks you can Think ) She adores "I Wish I Had Duck Feet". Muwaha.

Boss has been very quiet so far this morning, and yesterday too. She's having problems with her daughter, and it takes a lot out of her (that's my excuse and I'm sticking with it.) She did print out check copies for me, so I think I may just have a heart attack.

Yeah, I got nothin' today. I'm almost even in a good mood. What's up with THAT?


Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

Yay! Saucy is feeling cheerful!

Oh, and for the record...take it from me and my ginormous footses...having duck feet is not all it's quacked up to be. Hee.

1:38 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Hee! I'd actually rather discuss calculus, in greek, with FBD, Current Boss, and George Bush than go shoe shopping. I inherited my grammy's wide-as-they-are-long (granted, I'm only a 7 and a half, but that's plenty wide 'nuff) evil, ducky feet.

I even sent a plea to the Manolo for the help, but so far, I have heard the nothing. (I can't help it.)

But the Seussian waterfowl feets, they are a sight to behold...


1:45 PM  
Blogger luz de la luna said...

Why not get her some Space monkeys! Hmm maybe a bit too young :-) Don't know. I am the WORST at buying presents :-(

Best Wishes
La Luna

8:22 PM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

The bunch of Cinderella stories is good.

If you want to get political you can give her the anniversary version of Heather Has 2 Mommies! It's about the level of a normal four-year-old, and I love that book so much, especially since it talks about "a special doctor called a midwife". (Yes, I am a hippppiiiieeeee.)
Or (since she's a super-smart ET relation) you could graduate her to the RILLYRILLYKEWL neil-gaiman collage children's book, the day I traded my dad for 2 goldfish, which I lurrrrrve so much.

True confession, ET: I'm too high to simultaneously watch Toys, type this, and look up those books on Amazon for you. I am so sorry.

Don't know if either of those are right up her alley but they're awesome. So is the Cinderella story idea....go check the Caldecott medal award winners list (that award is the most prestigious for children's lit and as I recall it has a couple Cinderellas with really, really gorgeous illustrations.) That college lit class in Children's was good for something after all.......

1:17 AM  

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