Hopes and Dreams

Someone pointed out that one's blog is a good place to talk about one's hopes and dreams.

I hope coworker I.L. gets laryngytis real soon, for real long.

I wish Dominos would bring me a hot fudge sundae and a bottle of Aleve.

I wish I wasn't allergic to topical treatments for poison ivy. And it goes without saying I wish I wasn't allergic to poison ivy.

I wish the cats would learn to use the toilet already, damn it to hell.

I've been dreaming about monkeys a lot lately, not sure what that's about.

I had turkey chili for dinner and hope I don't dream about chili. Or Chile for that matter.

Science in the Private Interest

Strains of Thomas Dolby's "She Blinded Me With Science" whirled through my head (note to self: must discuss my "life has a sound track" theory in another blog posting) as I investigated just what no longer fresh hell was percolating in my refrigerator. I'd not be surprised to find that some of that which I cleared out of my refrigerator would cure blindness. I'm guessing I missed more than somewhat the 2006 versions of mess in my fridge. Hmm, vintage yogurt, I should sell it on ebay. Ha!

Why?

Do the dregs of my green drink and the dregs of my protein shake smell like the french fried hell of monkey ass?

Does Sharkbutt the catlet lick my head so much?

Does it feel so damn good to be able to fix my own shirt collar? **Yay for range of motion.**

Range of motion is a beautiful thing

My left shoulder is fucked up, or more accurately I would propose that I've likely got a spot of tendinitis in the long head of my bicepts and there's something awry with the supraspinatus tendon as well, or to keep it short my shoulder is fucked up. My good bud, M, and I swapped massages today and she mentioned that my left shoulder was visibly fucked up. So she went to work and now it is a rare delight of shoulder motion!!!!! Yay!

Are you freakin' kiddin' me with this?

Apparently not, Christ in a cheetoh

I've got an idea, how about instead of looking for the son of God in food products, try reading up on his life and his message. Ya know that whole love another deal.

Hmm

Unlike Christiane Amanpour I have not ever met His Holiness the Dalai Lama

Amanpour Dalai Lama

But I have made the acquaintance of several Tibetan Buddhist monks, most of whom were ordained by HH the DL. And I have found them all to be simply mesmerizing in the serenity that just emanates from them in waves. Luckily, I'd also found it to be contagious.

To Elaborate ...

on the C word used in the previous post, no need to go back. C as in Catholic and my 17 fun filled action packed years in Catholic school, she said ironically. The 17 years are not indicative of an intrinsic slowness on my part that required any repeat performances but of a journey that started when I was 5 and ended with a BS in Accounting - yes, nuns as teachers of the counting of the bean, who knew? It was an interesting journey, crowded with activities such as youth groups, hell, at a point I was even a CCD teacher(Confraternity of Christian Doctrine). And at another point I had a job turning pages of sheet music for a church organist.

There were many intended and unintended benefits, until I started my present job and let my grammar go straight to hell, both my written and spoken grammar were impeccable and the spelling isn't half bad either. But that was of course, the point of being sent to Catholic school. The unintended benefit was in having so intense an exposure to doctrine and dogma, they taught me to reason, and think. Heaven help them.