just find a blog post that burns your soul to comment on. if you’re one of the best, i’ll send you $3.14 tomorrow on pi day. paypal? i don’t know.
(some rules: us only, void where prohibited, objects in mirror may appear closer (that’s what he said.)
due to the laryngitis, i haven’t spoken to my cats in five days. a few loud clappings to stop from from doing cat stuff that makes a disturbing sound, but nothing verbal. i’ve snuck in a few whispers, against doctor’s orders, but remain concerned and confused.
laryngitis is one of the oddest scenarios i’ve ever been in.
i know there are people out there with far worse issues, but fuck them…this is about me! 🙂
eating cap’n crunch peanut butter cereal is all about the timing…
when you put the milk in, always poor to the bottom (not all over all the pieces)…then you eat the ones hit with milk first. give it just a moment to soften enough (but not too much).
it really is the timing.
once you find your groove, you’ll be printing out online coupons for more boxes.
they were recalled a few months ago, but they say they’ll be back 🙂
when i first awake, i’m a zombie. i have no concept of time or space for an hour. i’m always stepping in it. Here’s my solution for you cat owners:
having cats means having furballs (hairballs) hocked up in random places (usually anywhere i step in my bare feet). if not the furball, then the sound of the attempt to hack one up. a vet swore by “greenies” hairball treats (tuna-flavored w/vitamins), so i gave it a try. after around one week, the furball hacking began stopping. a few days later, neither kitty did the furball song n’ dance anymore. i now give them once a night to both cats to keep their systems operating smoothly. one small handful for both cats. for a year now, no furballs on the floor or verbal attempts. click the image below to go to amazon, if you’re interested…also check walmart’s site to see if they’re offering a lower price.
here’s the intel site for helping your intel parts perform better by updating your drivers/software. this is important and the site sorta’ does it all for you.
i have a “no cats in my lap while i’m on the laptop doing real work” policy. the cats have learned that lap is bad (or good)…but they don’t know unless they try first.
so…both of them (at separate times) will jump on the chair right beside me, sit there a moment, and then very softly put one paw on my leg to catch my reaction.
if what i’m working on is stupid, they get the full lap coverage and kisses. but if it’s the opposite, they get my “go away” behavior.
i find all the ways and needs of communicating interesting. especially being a somewhat social person. no matter the cause, i still have to communicate. i had to call my bank on something urgent that couldn’t wait on an email, for example.
words to live by: never whisper something to a bank teller. they get really concerned…
because of my first case of laryngitis, i haven’t spoken to the kitties in 3 days now. they know something is wrong with me, so they’ve stayed by my side all day/night, but haven’t bothered me like they always do. they did get fidgety when it was close to treat time 🙂
i just learned that by having blog comment shows google that your site is engaging enough to get you closer to that glorious first page.
so please comment on as many blog posts that you want! 🙂
i was supposed to nuke the lasagna for 12 minutes. unknowingly, i typed in something digital that neil degrasse tyson couldn’t understand.
fortunately, i walked by and noticed the really, really long time remaining and stopped it. but here’s the caveat…how long was it in there? how much longer would it need?
i hate to admit it, but since lasagna has to be cooked perfectly, it went to the violent death of the garbage disposal. it didn’t’ deserve that for my own stupidity.
thank god it was on sale, though.
get an external storage hard drive (click here, for example). back up your important stuff, setting, etc. so if anything happens to your current drive that’s unrecoverable…you have that stuff saved! do it today!!
52 and have never had laryngitis. had one rough talking night during my dress rehearsal the night before opening of our high school’s musical “my fair lady”. i played professor henry higgins. my voice was back to normal the next morning. the late, great, randy bryant, directed it at seventy-first high school in fayetteville, nc (71st)
apparently, the only real and sure cure for it is zero use of your vocal chords. not even whispering. stfu, is all everyone says works.
but i constantly catch myself saying some nonsense to one or both, quite often. i think they think something’s up because i haven’t been talking to them. i mean, isn’t oral communication just as important even though neither of us have any clue what the other one’s saying?
(note: it just dawned on me that they might just be enjoying the peace n’ quiet of me shutting up for once in my life.)
(next day note: now i’ve resorted to loud clapping and foot stomping to make them behave and follow all of my human rules. i hope nobody’s watching or they’d lock me away.)
(day 3 of laryngitis: no words spoken for 3 days. a few whispers. i think my cats have determined they have an upperhand, they just don’t get it yet.)
i said hi to him in the grocery aisle. he said hi back. there was that brief stare of “ok, what’s next?”
i was in awe of his beauty.
then he asked me if i’d ever heard about having my own amway business.
i don’t put those “keep your toilet cleaner” drop-ins or anything at all. i fear i’ll bust my head open one day and they’ll have to drink out of the toilet that i probably poisoned them with.
comment below with your irrational cat fears 🙂
my college roommate placement card came in the mail, sometime in 1984. it had my new roommate’s name and contact info so we could discuss stuff.
his name on the card was “Bracey Frederick Fountain III” from nc. of course, that name exploded my curiosity.
(he went by “brock”, btw.)
he was a very cool guy. i was a shitty roommate. i was an only child and i didn’t get certain shit yet. i first tried (and fell in deep love with) mary jane. i was high 24/7. never went to a class. after a year, they (very politely) asked me to leave and not come back.
brock…look me up anytime…
it’s difficult meeting new people for most. i’ll talk anyone. don’t give a fuk. but (very quickly) you tend to run out of things to talk about. this is because it’s hard to reminisce with someone you don’t know.
“hey man…remember that time a few seconds ago when i walked up and said i liked your shoes?”
i didn’t want the next post to be the first one people saw, so you’re seeing this right now instead.
whether you like it or not, the word “cunt” is in our vernacular. i’ve always listened to arguments against my using the word. (i don’t use it often…either for dark humor or as an actual name i’m calling someone like “kim davis”.
men don’t seem to care, but women flock to the battlefield on this one.
please comment below your opinion if it can be used, any caveats, etc.
i’ve never lost my voice before. i’m 52. for 2 days now, it’s only gone away about the first 4 hours and then slowly comes back to something barely negligible . i can whisper just fine.
my cats go bonkers when i get up each day. they want to love on me, have me love on them, run around, meow a lot, etc. they do bad things that i usually holler at them about…but not lately. i can only whisper at them. it sounds like we’re at a funeral and i’m politely asking them to get off the coffin.
gently whispering “get off the fucking counter you asshole!” does NOT have the same effect as with my real voice.
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i permanently deleted facebook months ago, btw. was thinking about trying what’s app, but i’ll have to read stuff.
michael was a character on the show “good times”. over time, michael kept trying to teach black history, culture, etc. it was brilliant when he replaced with black jesus. basically, he stopped giving a fuk and educating black (and white) people about his knowledge or feelings. thankfully, he balanced out jj’s goofy ass. 🙂
why don’t we, the lgtbq community, have our own “michael”?
organic products have obviously begun their boom into every store. i’m sure there’s a site on google that gives reviews and info. lazy, but wondering.
don’t. trust. whitey.
but seriously though….pretty much don’t. you just don’t know who’s a good witch or a bad witch. i’ve had many white friends and acquaintances for many moons and i’m shocked when i suddenly hear them go all racist on me. i could have known him a while, too, and he just never said anything bad before that i ever noticed. i’ve got really good blackdar.
you know why your mom, dad, and probably grandparents gave you “the talk” until you were beyond of hearing it anymore? because, unfortunately, they had to. losing you would have almost killed them and they (whether you knew it or not) worried about you 24/7/365 *366 on leap year 🙂
since most of my childhood friends were black, i was hanging with them for many years. seeing a somewhat different culture, the power of the mom, the incredible fucking food!, the laughter, the best put-down (i could never get the dozens right), and seeing the horror many of them went through as black folk. i just didn’t get it. i did…but i didn’t. racism seemed so stupid to me. and, before i forget…the music. i grew up on the country my mom played and the black music of my childhood. i stayed with it until it turned into violent hate, bragging about murder, who has the best/most stuff, etc. it just wasn’t the cool old school i lived my young life with.
i hated that my racist mom wouldn’t allow any of my (non-white) friends over to my house. she let one black friend on a bday. kevin morrison from parkton – hope mills, nc. we went to rockfish elementary school 4-6 grade together. we had quite a few classes together over the years. i was smart af and i was but a shadow to his intelligence. he was funny, sweet, brilliant, and my best friend for those years. then we moved to way too far away (fayetteville was pretty big). and we never saw or heard from each other again…that i can recall. i had a whole page reserved for him and he started a short sentence beginning but forgot to finish it. i always wondered what he’d say.
if you read this, kevin morrison, please contact me by commenting below. i can delete your private info after you post so it’s not all out on the web and stuff 🙂
i promise to be an instrument of good.
i’ll be a good witch, not a bad one 🙂