If there’s two things I know about white people, it’s that they love Rachel Ray, and they’re terrified of curses.
If you like horror and you haven’t seen Repo! The Genetic Opera, nows the time.
So hey there; is that an onion in your pants, or are you happy to see me?
Probably doesn’t answer your question completely, but I’m a big fan of the phrase "my understanding is . . . " In other words, this is what I “know” as fact, but I’m aware that my knowledge could be wrong or insufficient and I’m willing to be corrected or updated. I use this phrase almost any time I’m asserting something as fact, as a kind of cya.
Was at a church yard sale yesterday and they had the same setup. Pretty sure it was not a progressive church.
Hurricane in Florida. A work friend invited my mom and I to stay at her place if it got bad. I’d spent time with her and her husband before, and thought we would have a good time playing games and hanging out.
It started to get bad, so we headed over. She didn’t answer the door or phone. Finally she comes out, says we woke her up (it’s 3pm) and laughed at us getting “freaked out” by a little wind. Guess we were supposed to wait for the full hurricane force winds before driving across town. Spent the remainder of my birthday on the closet floor with mom and dog.
I’m not even going to try to type the name of this one. It’s Estonia’s contribution to this year’s Eurovision and it makes me happy every time I hear it.
Apparently the chorus translates roughly to “Why no, officer, those are not our drugs.”
In one of my best photos 10 years ago I vaguely looked like Lana Parilla, so that would be awesome. Realistically, someone fat.
If nothing else, my family. I don’t have a good sense of the future or life goals, so I keep myself moving by setting small goals. Plans to bake something, working on a painting, just little things around the home.
Just had to spend over $10k on a new air conditioner in the 90F degree heat.
I’m baking sourdough tomorrow.
For US news, I really like readtangle.com.
Because gays, duh.
My mom taught me intestinal distress.
Hold my breath while thinking of a soothing song. Alternatively, actively try to hiccup.
*Delves into all kids of weird circumstances and medical mysteries. Morbid and informative.
*Up-to-date exercise and nutrition science. I’ve seriously learned a lot.
Shows you how to try different types of abstract art. Has been a huge inspiration in getting me to paint and experiment with art.