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i'm getting 2 boxes of stuff from my mother's vault, curated by my sister.
this will be a walk down memory lane.
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post a video of this chant
i'll start
i have wondered this since many blogs that are "breaking" news tend to remain here for a number of months. this can possibly panic a reader many months after the fact. what is breaking today is old news tomorrow. in fact, some breaking news has been found inaccurate after further investigation. that, in itself, can be interpreted as misinformation.
i think if a blogger is "breaking" news, there should be the date following the headline.
i have been taking gummy vitamins. i got started with a bottle from my mother. mom always sent me care packages throughout the year that included seasonal treats like a green beaded necklace for St Pats, chocolate eggs for easter, etc. along with that she'd send tuna snacks, travel size bottles of shampoo and conditioner, old pictures and so on.
if you've ever had a gummy vitamin, you'll know they are addictive. they're like candy and i'm glad one can't die from eating more than a minimum of 4 per day. they are the perfect, tender, squishiness, and the flavor rivals any confection.
i was at the drug store picking up my meds and while i waited the standard 15-20 minutes, i found some gummy bears, 3 for $3. let me tell you, the vitamins are better. that said, i've eaten 2 1/2 bags since yesterday.
in other news, i found a gem if you like comedy horror films called Bite Me. it picks up at the Go Go Saurus strip club
i can't post the link but it's on youtube here's the trailer
when i was in 1st or 2nd grade, we studied dinosaurs and other beasts that are now extinct. even being so young, i could see the similarities between some dinosaurs and the birds in the air and in my backyard.
one of the projects in class was to make a dinosaur skeleton. this required a bucket of KFC. after my family devoured every leg, breast, thigh, and wing, i scrubbed every bone clean.
i remember all my classmates and myself bringing bags of bones to class. we then glued them together making miniature interpretations of T Rex. T Rex was the most bad azz dinosaur of all.
i was fortunate to grow up in So Cal. my parents took me to the La Brea Tar Pits. this became my favorite destination. Disney was for pussies. i marveled at the size of the mammoth. i wanted to be a Saber toothed cat. i fashioned fangs out of foil and crawled around, roaring at family.
it beats hearing an argument through the walls. it's not something i'd listen to but it's pleasant.
some ballads, duets, mellow stuff.
it's alright to wakeup to...
maybe those two are having a romantic moment.........................................................
i've read concerns about the purpose of CS. i've read concerns about CS's potential folding because of blog topics.
i'd like to ask what are you doing about it? are you actively looking for love or are you passively waiting for it to be delivered to your front door. are you even looking or are you expecting to be found? do you look at your who's viewed and make premature judgement or do you respond in kind?
you will not move to the next level if you sit back in your chair and watch, unless you're into that. if you really want a date, you have to get off your a** and take some risks. complaining about blogs, when blogging is just that, is an excuse to not take the plunge and contact someone directly.
that's my piece. over and out
after a day of mowing, trimming, sweeping, scrubbing and mopping, my fridge didn't make it on the truck.
it's sunday so i can't call Lowes customer service until tomorrow. i wonder what day it's coming?
sigh...............................
i was so excited
I might as well write a blog…
So, since I’m trying the sober and alert route, I have been working on my house.
When I first moved here, I was involved with a guy from NJ. I came out of a very controlling marriage so I was happy to wear the pants. Unfortunately, everything began to unravel. He failed to mention an opioid addiction. That coupled with being a mama’s boy left me responsible for everything. Things got worse and I took the couch.
Things began building up. The mail, because I couldn’t pay the bills, the personal belongings being tossed wherever they could fit. My world became a survival of the chaos. And so things progressed until I felt like I lived in an episode of Hoarders. There was no rhyme or reason.
The depression got worse. The drinking got worse until my environment became debilitating.
A few years ago I managed to successfully kick the loser out. Since then, I’ve felt as if I failed miserably and self medicated accordingly.
I took a turn 12 days ago. I have some appliances coming on the 26th and preparing. Rather than just organizing my kitchen and basement, I am organizing my home deliberately.
I have turned a small bedroom into a dressing room. All my shoes and boots go there. I have purchased attractive lidded boxes for my art supplies. I have purchased beautiful rugs in light tones to combat the dark wood trim and floors. I hung some cheerful yellow window treatments for my kitchen. They look great with my vintage, ‘50’s lemon yellow table
I’m tearing out the carpet and laying down vinyl tile for ease of cleaning.
All this work gives me vision and purpose. I’m not doing it to have guests. I’m doing it for me. I haven’t had the urge for a beer. I’m feeling more in control.
If anyone out there needs some motivation for a cleaner house, check out the Secret Slob on YouTube. That woman is great.