They Call Me Mellow Yellow
Greetings to the newest easy reader from Venice,CA. You certainly spent some time reading here. Any questions? Please let me know.
The Flax-Seed pills are really helping my bi-polarness. I'm actually tolerable in the morning as opposed to the grumbling dwarf or witchypoo attitude that usually comes to me as soon as the sun rises. Add to that I'm trying to keep a ritual of having afternoon tea. A cup of green tea with a slice of lemon and a dash of sugar substitute. It soothes me like nothing else.
I've been quite Betty-Jo domestic which is why I haven't been posting as much. There are still some in draft stage but they'll show themselves in time. Borax is my new best friend in the war against dirt. There's nothing scarier than going inside the depths of a refrigerator. The crisper drawer can be a place to discover that's where potatoes go to die. There's this big bag and these shriveled up things with white dots. It could be a poster for a side effect of viagra. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But it's still a PITA. The top of the fridge wasn't so bad. I got more annoyed than anything. The stretching, reaching, and cursing at the certain stains that wouldn't come off of the plastic. But there's always next week.
I trusted my intuition about dinner last night. Fred decided to add this extra cheese to the usually brilliant Swedish Meatballs. I took one sniff and walked away from the stuff. I wouldn't even offer it to the coven it smelled so nasty. I was thinking, "WTF is this shit?. Is Candid Camera back on the air?". I was more than happy to settle for leftovers. Well Ethel gave me the lowdown of what happened.
Since no good deed goes unpunished,Fred gave himself food poisoning. That extra hole in the ozone layer is courtesy of the methane gas that came courtesy of the unforgiving cheese. He was just up and down the hall to and from the bathroom all night. Poor thing. Ethel didn't have it as bad and thought I was psychic for avoiding the poisonous concoction. Nah, but the nose knows when to say just say no. But Fred blamed her for supposedly adding a extra spice for ruining dinner. Yeah anyone care to share which is the fart spice?
In current events it was a mixed bag, in Pittsburgh the Steeler fans filled the streets and rightly so.I liked the foam cowboy hat with the name Pittsburgh stamped on the side. It was twenty years ago the Chicago Bears brought the Vince Lombardi Award to town. Hey McCaskey, how about you ante up and buy the boys the Super Bowl rings they were entitled to? Perhaps that's why PapaBear keeps haunting you in your sleep. Shame on you for being such cheapskates!!!
On the other hand, Mrs. Coretta Scott King was laid to rest today. Her funeral was televised but again I still think it should have been nationally televised. I loved it when the one Reverend stuck it to W. about the WMD in his speech.
A recent episode of Boston Legal(?) featured actor Michael J. Fox's character as having a living funeral. I've heard that idea more and more lately. In some ways it's a good idea but on the other hand is it being blasphemous? Would it be a catered affair for someone who decides to have a doctor-assisted suicide? Would you register for a casket and have your friends help pay for it so the burden wasn't put entirely on your family?
The Flax-Seed pills are really helping my bi-polarness. I'm actually tolerable in the morning as opposed to the grumbling dwarf or witchypoo attitude that usually comes to me as soon as the sun rises. Add to that I'm trying to keep a ritual of having afternoon tea. A cup of green tea with a slice of lemon and a dash of sugar substitute. It soothes me like nothing else.
I've been quite Betty-Jo domestic which is why I haven't been posting as much. There are still some in draft stage but they'll show themselves in time. Borax is my new best friend in the war against dirt. There's nothing scarier than going inside the depths of a refrigerator. The crisper drawer can be a place to discover that's where potatoes go to die. There's this big bag and these shriveled up things with white dots. It could be a poster for a side effect of viagra. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But it's still a PITA. The top of the fridge wasn't so bad. I got more annoyed than anything. The stretching, reaching, and cursing at the certain stains that wouldn't come off of the plastic. But there's always next week.
I trusted my intuition about dinner last night. Fred decided to add this extra cheese to the usually brilliant Swedish Meatballs. I took one sniff and walked away from the stuff. I wouldn't even offer it to the coven it smelled so nasty. I was thinking, "WTF is this shit?. Is Candid Camera back on the air?". I was more than happy to settle for leftovers. Well Ethel gave me the lowdown of what happened.
Since no good deed goes unpunished,Fred gave himself food poisoning. That extra hole in the ozone layer is courtesy of the methane gas that came courtesy of the unforgiving cheese. He was just up and down the hall to and from the bathroom all night. Poor thing. Ethel didn't have it as bad and thought I was psychic for avoiding the poisonous concoction. Nah, but the nose knows when to say just say no. But Fred blamed her for supposedly adding a extra spice for ruining dinner. Yeah anyone care to share which is the fart spice?
In current events it was a mixed bag, in Pittsburgh the Steeler fans filled the streets and rightly so.I liked the foam cowboy hat with the name Pittsburgh stamped on the side. It was twenty years ago the Chicago Bears brought the Vince Lombardi Award to town. Hey McCaskey, how about you ante up and buy the boys the Super Bowl rings they were entitled to? Perhaps that's why PapaBear keeps haunting you in your sleep. Shame on you for being such cheapskates!!!
On the other hand, Mrs. Coretta Scott King was laid to rest today. Her funeral was televised but again I still think it should have been nationally televised. I loved it when the one Reverend stuck it to W. about the WMD in his speech.
A recent episode of Boston Legal(?) featured actor Michael J. Fox's character as having a living funeral. I've heard that idea more and more lately. In some ways it's a good idea but on the other hand is it being blasphemous? Would it be a catered affair for someone who decides to have a doctor-assisted suicide? Would you register for a casket and have your friends help pay for it so the burden wasn't put entirely on your family?
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